"- Huh... Come here... come here..."

The next day, at night, Emma came to visit me in my room, tired of playing and sleeping like she was.

If I snuggle you up as requested, you start sleeping with Suyasuya as you go.

It would be easier to lay down in a futon if you were going to sleep, but it's really cute that you're asking me for a sneak.

I gently stroked Emma's head so she wouldn't wake me up.

"You're already completely like your real brother, Aoyagi."

Mr. Charlotte, who was sitting across the street watching us interact, stares at me with a smiling eye.

I was just a little confused by Mr. Charlotte's gaze and words.

Maybe Mr. Charlotte hasn't said it in a deep way, but when he says he's like his real brother, he takes it in a different way.

When she said "brother," she would mean that the brother who lives next door is like a real brother.

But the word "brother" means another thing, doesn't it?

Yes - it means you're my brother-in-law.

No, yeah, I'm sorry.

Instead of being too convenient, "What are you thinking, you? You think so, but you don't have a choice.

If you were told that it was true (...), would you also associate your brother-in-law who disagrees with it?

At least it should be totally more realistic than your brother next door.

... who am I saying this to?

You're too upset because of how much you're staring at your intended opponent...

Besides, I don't know how my brother-in-law is more realistic than my neighbor's brother.

"- What's wrong?

"Huh? Oh, no, I want to be Emma's real brother"

When I think about it, I get a worried peek in my face, so I think I need to respond to something for now, and I say the words that come to my mind.

But regret came up as soon as possible.

What the hell am I talking about...

Heh, wouldn't it be taken in a weird way...?

With regret for my loss, I'll ask Mr. Charlotte how he is.

Then...

"Hehe, if it did, Emma would be thrilled"

- Mr. Charlotte had such a poor, gentle grin that she thought she was the Virgin.

I even think the way you smile with your hands on your mouth is too picturesque.

Again, it was me who recognized Mr. Charlotte as a hell of a beautiful girl.

"Well, Emma went to bed, too, and may I begin?

Mr. Charlotte smiled differently again as he was seen by Mr. Charlotte smiling like a Virgin.

The next smile is a cowardly smile, like when a child talks about something he likes.

I don't know...... now I'm childish, but on the contrary, I feel cuter than I just did.

But as you know what this grin means, you're a little heavy...

"Yeah, fine... what I waited for Emma to go to bed for was that she didn't want her sister to read the comics?

I know what she's been checking on. I asked the part that bothered me.

Even though there are considerably fewer now, some parents consider comics bad for education.

I don't think a comic book lover and gentle Charlotte has that idea, but I was curious to see Emma bothering to wait for her to go to bed.

"No, you don't. I'm sure Emma would rather talk to Aoyagi than comics, so she didn't like me getting in the way. Besides, Emma can't read Japanese, so only one person will be removed. That's why I waited for Emma to go to bed."

"And then Emma will be asleep soon," he added with a smile, and Mr. Charlotte began to prepare the comics.

After all, Mr. Charlotte thinks a lot about Emma, and she's very sweet.

This sisterly love was smiling watching.

Truth is, it's very different from some stupid sibling.

I remember the old days a little and smile bitterly, waiting for Mr. Charlotte to be ready.

- but I immediately lost my word.

When I was ready, Mr. Charlotte sat next to me for some reason.

Plus, your shoulders and shoulders are going to stick at a distance.

"Sha, Mr. Charlotte!? Why bother next door?!?"

If you just want me to read the comics, you should just lend them to me, but I don't know what it means to have bothered to sit next to you.

Asked why, Mr. Charlotte dyed her cheeks shyly and slowly opened her mouth.

"That... I, with my friends, wanted to read Japanese comics... But I don't have any friends who can read Japanese... Can't you read it with me...?

I thought I was sloppy with Charlotte staring up at me as I dyed her cheeks red, but I couldn't possibly say no, so I nodded small.