I really don't want to be reborn.

It's fine if he cooks normally, but it's absolutely unacceptable for him to be responsible for getting up early to make breakfast for the whole family.

Kyosuke sat down next to his sister, sighing wearily before the day had even begun: "Kirino, don't add to your brother's burden."

"What's wrong? Are you sick? You look terrible."

Suddenly, Kirino moved closer to him, almost touching him.

Those eyes were as clear as lake water, and those long, fluttering eyelashes.

It's like an inquiry, like concern, like a beautiful lyric poem.

In front of Mr. Daisuke, she leaned slightly forward, her forehead touching her brother's forehead.

"..."

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Let me count my drafts... wow, there are so many words!

Don't rush, write slowly.

Chapter Eight: Before the Garden Was Destroyed, We Had Too Much Time

Warm and fragrant.

Lightly touch the tip of the nose.

We breathe together.

Her big eyes were full of tears.

"You don't have a fever. Could it be that you're too tired from studying? You should get more rest."

The skin of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl exudes a light fragrance.

It smells a bit like flowers, and also a bit like cosmetics, but what sets Kirino apart from other girls is her own scent, which is her unique mark.

When Lei Yu held her and comforted her at night, the scent was particularly strong.

Kousaka Kyosuke held his breath.

The scent of her body is not a problem; the issue is that my sister is too close. Their noses and foreheads are touching, and their lips are only a few centimeters apart.

He remained stiff, not daring to move an inch.

It's okay, it's okay!

Calm down...

Kirino was just trying to make sure she didn't have a cold, and told not to overthink it.

Don't have any ideas!

Don't overthink your own beastly nature.

Kirino stepped back, her expression unchanged, without any blush on her face. She simply lowered her eyelids to hide the restlessness and tenderness that was about to overflow.

The warm feeling on my forehead gradually spread and expanded throughout my body, then enveloped the surrounding air, allowing my restless heart to settle down gently.

"Oh, I don't have a fever, I just stayed up late last night."

Kousaka Kyosuke turned his head nonchalantly, picked up his chopsticks, and glanced at his father.

Tsk tsk.

What expression does a gorilla have when it's just released from under the Five Elements Mountain?

Mr. Daisuke frowned, adjusted his glasses, and exchanged a glance with his son.

"??"

That bastard son even gave me an innocent look, as if he knew nothing at all!

I really want to punch him!

Daisuke looked at Kirino, who was talking to her mother.

"Oh, Kirino, your relationship with Kyosuke is getting better and better."

"No way, hasn't it always been like that?"

"It's so nice, so nice..."

The girl, head down, was eating, her left hand clenched into a small fist and placed on her knee.

What did she just do?

Act on impulse, then follow your instincts.

They almost kissed... but in the end, nothing happened.

A perfect triple whammy; she's a heroine in the world of brother complex.

But what kind of feeling is that?

It was something warm, comforting, and blissful that she found addictive.

Especially when she saw the rare panic in her brother's eyes for that one moment, she felt like her heart was about to explode.

The idea of ​​marrying my brother seemed to have endured two years of winter before finally sprouting this spring, swaying gracefully to greet the summer sun and rain, and the autumn and winter winds and snow.

Many younger sisters had this thought when they were young: to marry their brother.

Such thoughts will eventually fade with age, and the feelings at the time will be like rainwater that has fallen into the dust. Even if you occasionally think of them, they are nothing more than the warmth of childhood.

It has no roots, nor any substance.

"Kyosuke, have you been working hard lately?"

"Well, Benzhan High School is holding a cultural festival, and I'm in charge of the cultural department's publications, so I'm a bit overwhelmed."

Daisuke asked, feigning ignorance, "Where's your girlfriend?"

She's not at school—

Kyosuke immediately noticed that his father's eyes were not on him, but were sharply scrutinizing Kirino's expression.

"..."

Kyosuke Kosaka had mixed feelings. He was tempted to just tell her that there was nothing between him and his sister, and that she didn't need to do this.

But thinking about it makes me feel mentally exhausted.

Stretching after dinner: "I really want to go back to sleep. The gentle spring rain is so languid, and I won't get out of bed unless my old friend comes over, haha~"

Kirino picked up her chopsticks: "And there are cherry blossom petals drifting down onto the shredded pork and vegetable soup under the tree."

Kyosuke stared in astonishment at his sister's sudden display of literary talent.

"Oh right, I remember something else—an old pond, where frogs jump in and make a splash or something."

"It's a frog jumping into the water sound effect!"

The mother nudged her husband: "What are those two kids saying?"

"Haiku...it seems to be a haiku by Matsuo Bashō."

"Matsuo Bashō? Is it a type of banana?"

Kyosuke noticed this and smiled: "It's not Bashō, it's a man named Bashō, a famous haikai master in the Edo period, known as the haikai saint by later generations. He was a common student in junior high schools."

"Kyosuke, don't be like this. Your mother returned those to the teacher."

Kyosuke gave his father a strange look: "...My family's detective actually knows haiku?"

The detective squinted.

"What's even more amazing is that I'm actually having a serious discussion about classical literature with my clueless model sister... Oh, this is too surreal, can I share it with Black Cat?"

Kirino was furious.

My brother is mocking me again for being uncultured.

Fearing ridicule, Jia Nai's mother immediately abandoned her husband and daughter, joining her son in their indignation: "I also want to share this with the neighbor lady."

Kyosuke raised an eyebrow: "No need. Among the people who play with Mom, no more than three people know what haiku is."

Mother:"……"

After finishing their meal, the brother and sister went out to school.

To be honest, while Kirino's summer school uniform is cool and refreshing, it's not as cute as what she's wearing now.

Especially the color matching of skirts and clothes.

A blue and white striped skirt, white over-the-knee socks that hugged her calves, and a pair of brown round-toe calfskin flat shoes.

Of course, he wouldn't say it directly, but rather tactfully: "Actually, I think a red pleated skirt would look better in summer, ah, but this one is pretty good too."

I got praised!

She began to shed the shyness she had suppressed at the dinner table, and heat began to escape from her face: "Beautiful?"

"To be precise, it's cute."

Kirino chuckled, a little embarrassed. "Really? Really?"

Her brother thought her expression was incredibly silly and slapped her forehead: "Fake! My sister only has the tsundere attribute. Isn't tsundere cute?"

"So cute!!!"

At her doorstep, she argued loudly, "Of course it's cute! Absolutely adorable!"

"source?"

"Rin, Rinko-chan..."

Oh, she's one of the heroines in a "little sister" game.

This answer, so full of personality, is fantastic!

Facing his sister, Mr. Kousaka Kyosuke felt a headache coming on again: "Can't you think of anything else besides games? If you keep going like this, my friends will laugh at me—'Kousaka, where's your big-breasted, brainless sister?'"

"Hey!"

He immediately waved his hand and admitted his mistake: "Sorry, I forgot you're still in the early stages of development. You don't have big breasts, or rather, you have a big head but no brains."