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"Senior, shall we go shopping at noon..." She brought her lips close to Fujiwara Izaya's ear, almost kissing it as she spoke, "On the way here, Asuka saw a wedding dress shop in town, shall we go and take wedding photos together?"

The delicate, soft touch, combined with the sweet whispers, pierces straight to the heart.

"Uh, oh..."

Fujiwara Izaya felt his ears were so comfortable.

My heart rate also increased a bit.

Rinko Hoshimi, who had been completely focused, suddenly trembled, glaring angrily at the junior who was curled up chatting with him. The senior thought to herself, "Asuka's being a bitch is one thing, but junior, where's your usual intelligence? Can't you see she's just teasing you? Wake up and get back to me—"

"Uh, wedding photos and stuff..." Fujiwara Izaya's gaze darted around.

In contrast, Asuka Kasahara appeared calm and even confident.

"Your senior is such a charming man. Asuka's biggest dream since childhood has been to marry you, so how about we take our wedding photos now...?"

"...I was also a child when you were young, how dare you say such a thing."

"Hehe, I've had a crush on you since I was a kid!" Kasahara Asuka laughed and placed her hand on Fujiwara Izaya's head, playfully ruffling his hair. "Besides, isn't you also a fan of Asuka, senpai?"

"No." Fujiwara Rin pushed her away impatiently.

"You're lying, senpai!" Kasahara Asuka pressed closer again, a shy and innocent girlish smile on her face. "You were touching me all the way here on the train, and you still say you're not infatuated?"

At that moment, some unpleasant memories were stirred up in Hoshimi Rinko, and she suddenly felt weak all over.

The fireball vanished in an instant, and she felt completely exhausted, her whole body convulsing and trembling.

"Look, my senior is about to collapse." Kasahara Asuka leaned closer and asked feigned concern, "Do you need me to lend you my senior to wipe your sweat?"

Rinko Hoshimi took a deep breath: "No need!"

Kasahara Asuka stared at Jin, who was soaking wet, and suddenly seemed to have a sudden realization, putting on an understanding and superior expression.

"Is my senior jealous?"

"I'm talking to you—"

“You’ve known your senior for so long, but I’ve only known him for three months and we’ve suddenly become closer than you and him. It’s not impossible for you to be jealous—”

“I don’t care about that!” Hoshimi Rinko replied stubbornly.

Rinko, stop being so tsundere... Hoshimi-sama, who effortlessly maintained three fireballs, felt that a terrible drama was unfolding before her eyes, and her brows furrowed with gossip.

"Stop arguing!" Fujiwara Izaya sat down with a new towel. "Honestly, you should save your energy for this afternoon's training."

After saying that, he took the senior's sleeve and wiped the sweat off her body.

Rinko Hoshimi, who was about to explode with anger, immediately lowered her head meekly.

The flush on her face from exhaustion gradually turned into a shy blush, like the magnificent sunset hanging on the horizon as a long, scorching day is about to end. This appearance best showcased her unique charm, speaking louder than a thousand words.

"Senpai is so well-behaved." Kasahara Asuka's eyes sparkled, and her lips curved into a pleasant smile. "She became as docile as a kitten the moment she was touched by her senpai. And you said you weren't jealous just now?"

Rinko Hoshimi's face turned increasingly red.

Her flowing black hair covered half of her face, concealing her current expression, while her fair neck, which was partially exposed, became rosy and alluring.

Kasahara Asuka stared at her senior, who was speechless for a moment, and a proud smile appeared on her lips.

snort!

That's it?

Trash opponent!

Her smile, as bright as a blooming flower bud, paired with Asuka Kasahara's delicate face, made her appear both innocent and adorable... if one ignored her inner thoughts.

It was approaching noon.

The plants and trees in the courtyard shimmered with the vibrant, dancing sunlight.

A large grasshopper flew out of the grass with a loud thud, and the scent of summer grass filled the air. Amidst the deafening chirping of cicadas, the sunlight shone like a stage light. Kasahara Asuka flipped through the old book spread out on her lap, yawning frequently.

"Miko!" Mrs. Kasahara, dressed in an apron and looking like a housewife, poked half her body out from the entrance of the dojo. "I haven't cooked in a long time. Come over and help me try the dishes."

"You three are not allowed to slack off, keep reading!" Mrs. Hoshimi instructed before patting her bottom and leaving.

A cat had somehow run up to the veranda and was looking at them from the doorway.

It was a soft-furred tricolor kitten. It looked at the boy and girl in the house with its bright eyes, and its long tail gently tapped the door, as if it was considering whether to come in and beg for food.

Without her elders watching over her, Asuka Kasahara immediately closed her eyes and dozed off.

"Wake up!" Fujiwara Izaya slapped her on the forehead.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

"Come on, I didn't use any force."

"It hurts, blow on it for me, or I won't look at it anymore."

"Ahoo~"

Two people were talking on one side, while the other was engrossed in reading a book, seemingly undisturbed.

“Let’s have a paper airplane folding contest, senior!” With that, Asuka Kasahara tore a piece of paper from her notebook, folded it again and again, unfolded the sides, and folded it into a paper airplane. Then, with a “whoosh,” she flicked her wrist and, under Izaya Fujiwara’s tacitly approving gaze, threw the paper airplane out the window.

The paper airplane flew past the window, circled a few times in the air above the corridor, crashed into a pillar, and fell, ending its short journey.

"Only four meters? That's lame!" Fujiwara Izaya mocked her.

Kasahara Asuka pouted: "So, does that mean you're really amazing, senpai?"

"Of course, I'm super awesome, just you wait and see!" Fujiwara Izaya confidently tore off a piece of paper, folded it in half, then folded two corners inwards, and then folded it back along the opposite side. Finally, he folded out two small corners, unfolded it, flipped the triangles up, and folded out wings.

"Alright!"

"Ha~"

He exhaled a breath and threw it forcefully toward the window.

The paper airplane shot out the window, but unfortunately, a gust of wind blew in at that moment. The paper airplane, which was slowly spinning outside the window, suddenly crashed back into the house, its nose hitting the ground and falling straight down.

"Hahaha..." Kasahara Asuka laughed mercilessly, "Only three meters? Senpai is so lame!"

"The wind! It's a problem with the wind!"

"You're such a wimp! And you won't even admit you're not as good as Asuka. What a shameless little puppy making excuses, nyah nyah~"

"Let's have another match!"

"Come on, come on!"

Amidst the commotion, Hoshimi Rinko slightly turned her head, a disdainful smirk playing on her lips.

--cut!

Two childish kids.

I stopped playing with paper airplanes when I was eight years old!

Fifteen minutes later.

"Senior, you're wrong. You have to fold the diagonal first for it to fly."

"I'm just being verbose; I just wanted to try out a new way of stacking them."

"Senior, senior, I flew twelve meters this time!"

"You only used the wind, it's not your real skill!"

"You're cheating, senior!"

"You two watch closely, this is my true strength!"

"Huh, the paper is gone."

"Let's go pick up the ones outside and continue the competition!"

On the sun-drenched lawn, paper airplanes swirled endlessly, and clumps of lespedeza and foxtail grass grew wildly. Through the gaps in the lespedeza's green leaves, one could vaguely see what looked like butterflies fluttering about. The kitten chased the butterflies one moment and the paper airplane the next, tumbling and falling several times.

"Himeko, do you think this is a good idea?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked, arms crossed, her face full of worry.

"Why not?" Mrs. Kasahara looked at the courtyard, where her youngest daughter was happily running on the grass, a paper airplane between two fingers. In the bright sunlight, her face, which resembled her own, was so fair it was almost translucent.

“She’s corrupted my Rinko too.” Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her daughter’s equally flawless face.

“Work and rest should be balanced.” Mrs. Kasahara smiled gently and took out her phone to start recording a video.

Mrs. Hoshino also took out her phone and teased her best friend, saying, "Now I know why your Xiangxiang has such a bad temper. It's all because you spoil her."

"Aren't daughters born to be pampered?" Mrs. Kasahara replied nonchalantly.

"Rinko, look over here." Mrs. Hoshimi called out while holding up her phone. As her daughter turned around, she instantly captured the panicked expression on her daughter's face.

Mrs. Kasahara also called out, "Xiangxiang, strike a pose!"

Kasahara Asuka jumped up and down in mid-air, flashing a vibrant smile at the camera: "Yay—"

"My Rinko is still the cutest."

"My Xiangxiang is even cuter."

"Your Xiangxiang is so spoiled and willful, she doesn't understand anything!"

"Your Rinko has a proud and aloof personality; she has absolutely no feminine charm!"

"Himeko, what do you mean?"

"I also want to ask you, Miko, what do you mean?"

"Let's practice?"

"OK--"

The three younger people looked at each other...

"...I'm so hungry."

"I'm hungry too."

"...Let's go."

"it is good."

Behind them, the two ladies began their sparring match from the veranda all the way to the courtyard. Their beautiful and elegant figures blended seamlessly with the lawn, sunlight, and flowers, becoming the most beautiful part of the scenery.