Comprehensive comic: It starts with getting little Doraemon by punching in

Didn't senior stay up late playing mahjong again last night?

It's Miaozi, just put those documents on the table.

Hearing the familiar voice coming from her ears, Miyamoto Yumi subconsciously raised her arm and took a look. After seeing it was Miike Naeko, she said with a somewhat listless expression.

That senior, the tears in the corners of your eyes...

Miike Naeko looked at the tears in the corners of her eyes, sighed helplessly, and then reached out and handed over a tissue.

I told you not to stay up late playing mahjong. Now you know you're sleepy.

……Thanks.

Miyamoto Yumi hesitated for a moment, then took the tissue and wiped the corners of her eyes.

Although she didn't stay up late playing mahjong last night, but...it's better not to use this kind of explanation that is asking for trouble.

Looking at the slightly wet tissue, she lay weakly on the table, buried her head in the documents, and stared at the sky outside the window with her dark brown eyes.

I have to go to the search section to ask for leave for the two of them soon...

She bit her lower lip, thinking with some melancholy.

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Kitahara family.

In the master bedroom on the second floor.

I've already told Miyamoto-senpai about my request for leave.

Looking at Miwako lying in his arms, Kitahara Hao stretched out his hand and rubbed her short black hair, with a smile on his lips.

Yeah...I know.

Sato Miwako snorted lazily, and gently rubbed her white cheek in front of his collarbone, like a snoozing cat.

As the soft short black hair slowly slid past, a smile appeared in his eyes.

Miwako's appearance is really rare.

Then let's continue, shall we?

Kitahara Hao whispered in her ear.

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall body lying in his arms suddenly trembled.

...Don't make trouble for me, I want to sleep.

Miwako Sato held his troublesome hand and yawned gently, with tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

He was obviously so tired, but in the end he couldn't even sleep well.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but pinch Kitahara Hao's cheek hard.

I know, then just sleep a little longer.

Feeling the slightly warm squeezing feeling, Kitahara Hao looked at the curtains blown by the breeze from the crack of the door, chuckled and said, I'll get up and prepare breakfast later.

I have no choice but to be too tired last night, so I will inevitably have to get up very late today.

It seems that we can only let Little Dora wait for a while.

Thinking of this, Beihara Hao hugged the figure in his arms tightly, and his brown eyes slowly closed.

Kitahara... fell asleep.

Hearing the steady breathing in her ears, Sato Miwako raised her head and glanced at him, then the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

After finding a comfortable position, he sniffed the scent of the two of them and fell into a deep sleep.

…

at noon.

The sunlight, like broken gold, passed through the slits of the curtains and fell softly on Sato Miwako's face.

As if he noticed the warmth coming from his cheeks, a pair of crimson eyes opened slightly.

It's time to get up, Kitahara~

She shouted softly.

However, there was no response.

Sato Miwako subconsciously looked to her side. Kitahara Hajime, who had been used as a pillow in the morning, had disappeared, and she was the only one left on the huge bed.

Did you wake up early?

Sato Miwako rubbed her eyes, half sat up holding the soft quilt in her arms, and murmured softly.

You don't even call me when you get up.

After lifting the quilt, she looked at the black shirt placed aside. After a little hesitation, she put it on herself, and then sat on the edge of the soft bed.

good……

Although there is still a slight pain, it is not unbearable.

Sato Miwako put on the slippers on the floor, stood up and moved a little, thinking in her heart.

Well--

Raising her smooth and white arms, and stretching comfortably, she turned her head and looked at the soft bed behind her.

The originally wrinkled and reddish sheets were gone, and even the quilt she was holding just now had been replaced with a new one.

I don’t know when Kitahara changed it.

Thinking of what happened last night, the corners of Miwako Sato's mouth gradually rose.

Speaking of which, it feels really good.

Creak——

At this moment, the bedroom door was slowly pushed open.

Good afternoon, Miwako.

Looking at Miwako Sato getting up, Kitahara threw a clean bath towel in his hand and said with a smile: Lunch will take a while to be ready. Let's take a bath now.

Take a shower?

Sato Miwako took the bath towel and nodded without hesitation.

If you don't take a shower, you will really feel uncomfortable.

Then let's go. The bathroom on the second floor happens to be relatively large. It's no problem for two people to squeeze in.

Seeing that she agreed, Beitahara said with a slight smile.

--etc!

What he means is...

Do you want to come together?

Miwako Sato stopped, a flash of panic flashed through her purple eyes.

Although both of them have reached home base in the last step, the matter of taking a shower together...

No matter how I think about it, I feel very panicked!

Don't worry, I won't do anything to you.

Kitahara Hao opened the door and said with a chuckle.

You have said this kind of thing several times, it is completely untrustworthy.

Miwako Sato looked at the figure who had already walked out of the door, hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and followed quickly.

…

In the living room.

I'm so hungry!

Doraemon lay weakly on the sofa, raising his head from time to time to glance at the clock hanging on the wall.

At this time, an hour had passed since Kitahara Hao went upstairs to call someone, and he was nowhere to be seen when he came back.

If it doesn't come down yet, it feels like it's going to starve to death.

Really, what on earth is Haori doing...

Doraemon looked at Xiaomi squatting on the ground eating cat food, and sighed helplessly.

It's time for lunch, Dora.

Beihara Hao's voice came from behind the sofa, with inexplicable joy in his tone.

It’s finally time to have lunch!

I'm coming!

Hearing this voice, Doraemon, who was originally listless, suddenly became energetic. He lay on the back of the sofa and looked at Kitahara Hajime, who walked into the living room.

Behind him was Miwako Sato, who looked a little dissatisfied.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but it feels like Ms. Sato is angry now.

Was Ogi making her angry?

Doraemon thought thoughtfully.

Forget it, it's better to eat first than to think about that kind of thing.

With this in mind, it quickly walked to the dining table and looked at today's lunch expectantly.

Then--

Red beans and rice...

Looking at the pink rice on the table, Doraemon subconsciously half-closed his eyes.

If he remembers correctly, red beans and rice seem to be eaten only on days that require celebration!

So, today is a day worth celebrating.

And on the other side of the table.

Miwako Sato looked at the red beans and rice placed in front of her, her pink lips pursed unconsciously.

Of course she knew the meaning behind Kitahara's preparation of red bean rice, but——

I have no appetite at all.

She covered her mouth with her hand, raised her eyes and looked at Kitahara Hao subconsciously.

It's all this guy's fault993.

If not in the bathroom…

What's wrong? Doesn't it suit your taste?

Noticing her gaze, Kitahara Yu held his cheek with one hand, raised his eyebrows and asked.

Asking knowingly!

...I'm going to brush my teeth.

Sato''Miwako took a deep breath, then turned and walked to the bathroom on the first floor.

『!　Although I have brushed it many times just now, I still feel that some smell remains.

Looking at her leaving figure, Kitahara Hao showed an interesting smile.

That's really good, Sato-senpai.

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Half past three in the afternoon.

In front of a duplex apartment in Mikawa-cho.

Are you really not going to stay at my place tonight?

Kitahara Hajiro parked the car at the door, turned his head and looked at the co-pilot Miwako Sato and asked.