Chapter 14

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Two slices of bread sat in the toaster—one more than usual, but Megumi felt emptier than usual.

He leaned against the kitchen counter, lazily sipping from a glass of ice water. The cold liquid rolled across his tongue, filling his mouth.

There was something about drinking cold water first thing in the morning. Megumi could almost feel it scrape down his throat, waking him up bit by bit.

What day was it again? Wednesday, probably.

What did he have to do today? Not much. Just school, and then back to his apartment to waste the rest of the day doing nothing.

The toaster beeped. Megumi reached for a slice of toast with his free hand and took a bite.

His mind was blank. Maybe because he didn't want to think, or maybe because there wasn't much worth thinking about.

His eyes drifted around the small kitchen, unfocused. The empty sink, the bare cabinets, the worn refrigerator. His gaze wandered toward the living room—just a couch and an unplugged TV he barely touched.

His apartment mirrored his mind. Empty.

It had been that way for a while now. Two years, maybe more.

The last person he shared a home with was Tsumiki. So yeah, about two years.

The thought darkened his expression.

Two years since he last saw his sister and she saw him.

Two years since he last spoke to Tsumiki and got a response.

Two years since he heard a silly compliment or scolding from the only person he called family.

And he wasn't even 17 yet.

Megumi had always imagined living his life, however long or short, with her beside him. But fate didn't see it that way.

Time felt slow for him, but some things ended too fast.

And that was your fault.

"..."

He sighed, setting the glass on the counter, and left the kitchen without bothering to grab the second piece of toast. Megumi had lost his appetite.

....

Some things, however, clashed with Megumi's current state of mind.

One of those things was Yotsuba.

"Ta-da!" she chirped, thrusting a sheet of paper in his face as she caught up to him in the hallway after the bell. "Look, Fushiguro-san! Isn't this a nice surprise?"

He glanced at the paper with a blank expression. It looked like her English homework.

She'd gotten a 1.

"I'm not seeing how this is a surprise."

Let alone a nice one.

Yotsuba didn't miss a beat. "How could it not be?" she grinned. "Last time, I got a 0! Now it's a 1!"

Megumi closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. Some things, he decided, weren't worth the effort.

He walked past her without a word and continued down the hall.

But Yotsuba followed.

"How was your day at school?" she asked, glancing at the students spilling out of their classrooms. Without waiting for a response, she continued. "Mine was fun! Well, except for one thing..." her voice dipped at the end.

Her expression shifted slightly. "Did you hear our Japanese teacher got sick during class?" she asked. "The nurse said her blood pressure dropped."

A vague "hm" was all she got.

"It was a mess," Yotsuba continued, still trailing him. "And to make things worse, she's pregnant!"

"..."

"I was so worried... she's my favorite teacher," Yotsuba muttered, scratching her jaw. "And she's so nice..."

She studied his face for a moment, as if trying to gauge his reaction. Then, her energy returned, and she pressed on.

"But! We helped her! I sprinkled a little salt on a tomato and had her lick it, and it totally worked!" she announced proudly, before starting to ramble, "Did you know salt helps when your blood pressure drops? Ichika told me! Miku has blood pressure problems, so we've had to do this for her before. Ichika showed us how!"

She just wouldn't stop.

"But I had to be careful not to use too much salt. That could cause heart failure," Yotsuba added thoughtfully. "She's fine now! And so is the baby, thanks for asking!" She winked with a grin.

Megumi glanced around, hoping to spot one of Yotsuba's sisters to pass her off to. No luck. All he saw were students heading for the exit.

"Oh, and speaking of Ichika, she told me to let you know she's out working today, in case you were planning on giving us a lesson," Yotsuba added, shrugging. "And don't ask what her job is. She hasn't told us."

Can't she take a hint?

Yotsuba tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm... I wonder why she hasn't told us yet," she mused. "Ichika never keeps secrets from us." She paused before letting out a small laugh. "But she's never been much for working either, huh? People change!"

Megumi lips tightened.

Yotsuba's eyes lit up. "Oh! Did you notice they changed the guard at the entrance? Itsuki said he looks scary..." Her voice trailed off before she brightened again. "But I think she's overreacting! And about her—"

"Just say what you want."

Yotsuba froze, startled by the sudden interruption and his blunt tone. After a second, she smiled nervously. "What do you mean, Fushiguro-san?"

He gave her a pointed look. "You want to ask me something. Just spit it out."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise at being so easily read. She glanced away, biting her lip. "Uh… well, there's… you know, um…"

He raised an eyebrow.

She sighed, head tilting back in defeat. "I just… wanted to ask if you'd come watch my basketball practice?" she finally blurted, cautiously.

Megumi stopped. "Me?" he repeated.

"Yes, you…" Yotsuba mumbled, eyes dropping to the floor. "I figured you'd say no, so I tried to hint that none of my sisters could come, hoping it'd soften you up." She admitted with a sheepish grin. "I told you Miku doesn't do well in closed places like the gym, Ichika's at work, and Itsuki..." She chuckled awkwardly. "Well, you interrupted me before I could get to her..."

Megumi shook his head slightly. "That's not what I meant," he said. "Why me?"

Yotsuba blinked, tilting her head in confusion. "Huh?"

"Why me?" he repeated, still perplexed. "Your sisters can't come, but you must have other friends to ask."

Yotsuba paused, then a small, amused smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Yeah, I do." she murmured.

"Then ask them." Megumi replied flatly, as if it were the obvious solution. He didn't see why she would ask him of all people.

Without waiting for a response, he resumed his walk toward the exit.

But her next words stopped him in his tracks.

"I just did." she said, her smile widening.

He stood there for a second, before slowly glancing back at her, disbelief written all over his face. "What?"

Yotsuba's grin broadened. "I mean, you are my friend!" she declared.

Megumi's lips parted slightly at this. His gaze locked on Yotsuba's as he tried to process what she had just said.

I am?

He frowned, searching her face for any sign she was joking.

"Why else would I want you to come and watch my first day on the team?" Yotsuba said, as if reading his mind. "You're my friend!" she insisted, then added with a teasing smile, "Even if you can be a little mean sometimes, hehe..."

Megumi turned fully toward her, his frown deepening. Friend? Him? The idea seemed ridiculous.

He saw himself as a tutor, and, even if unknown to her, a protector. At best, he was just a schoolmate.

But a friend?

"So, can you come watch me, please?" Yotsuba asked again, her voice hopeful. "If you don't want to, I won't push, but I'd really appreciate it if you came."

He stayed silent, trying to make sense of her request. Why would this girl value his presence at her practice? And more confusingly, why did she see him as a friend?

The concept was difficult for Megumi to grasp. After all, the last people who had appreciated him and treated him as a friend were long gone. The very idea of friendship seemed alien now.

But Yotsuba... was she serious? Did she actually believe they were friends?

His eyebrows lifted slightly.

Her behavior was always warm toward him, but he'd chalked it up to her general friendliness. She was like that with everyone. Polite. Energetic. Kind.

But now, she was saying they were friends. Not acquaintances. Not classmates. Friends.

Was that why she was so open with him, even outside of school or his responsibilities? Not because she was just overly nice, but because she genuinely considered him a friend?

Megumi swallowed.

As the silence stretched on, Yotsuba's hopeful expression began to waver. "Uh… it's fine, really," she said, her voice dropping as she rubbed her elbow awkwardly. "Practice is about to start, so… I'll just—"

"I'll come." he interrupted.

Yotsuba froze, her eyes widening in surprise. It took her a second to process that he wasn't turning her down. "...Really?"

Megumi looked away. "I don't have anything else to do," he muttered. "...So, why not?"

A smile slowly spread across Yotsuba's face, her relief palpable. She chuckled, letting go of the tension. That was... much easier than she expected.

"Thanks!" she said gratefully. "Let's not waste any time, okay? I don't want to be late for my first practice."

Megumi gave a small nod, still staring at the floor.

Yotsuba beamed and turned toward the gym, gesturing for him to follow. "Let's go, Fushiguro-san," she said, grinning. "I'll do great, I promise. You won't regret coming."

Megumi didn't say anything. Truthfully, he didn't know what he should say, so he just forced himself to follow Yotsuba through the halls.

It's not that bad, right? He had nothing else to do that afternoon. Watching her practice wouldn't be the worst thing.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing up at her back as they walked.

Still, her words lingered in his mind, circling relentlessly.

But he shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away. What did it matter anyway? It didn't change anything.

There was no reason to make a big deal out of it.

....

Yotsuba kept chatting on and off as they made their way to the gym, but Megumi only responded with the occasional "hm" or a nod.

When they reached the gym, Yotsuba scanned the court. The other girls were already in their uniforms, stretching.

"You can stay in the stands," she told him, turning back with a smile. "Don't worry, the practice only lasts an hour. You won't be stuck here long."

"Alright." he muttered, his eyes drifting toward the stands.

They were mostly empty, save for a few students chatting and a couple watching the practice. But his attention locked on one person in particular.

A girl with long pink hair, seated in the fourth row, her head propped on her hand as she lazily scrolled through her phone. She wore butterfly-shaped ribbons on each side of her head.

Megumi immediately recognized her.

"Nino's here," he said to Yotsuba, his voice neutral as he glanced over at her. "I thought your sisters weren't coming."

Yotsuba paused, following his gaze. When she spotted Nino, her face lit up.

"She is here!" Yotsuba grinned broadly. "I knew she'd show up!"

Turning back to Megumi, she waved for him to follow. "Come on, I want to thank her for coming."

Megumi didn't say anything, just fell into step behind Yotsuba. He knew Nino probably wouldn't exactly appreciate his presence, but he was already here. No turning back now.

Yotsuba's smile only grew wider the closer they got. "She said she wasn't coming, so I didn't mention her," she explained, her voice laced with amusement and warmth. "But look at her, showing up even earlier than me!"

No matter what front she put up, Yotsuba knew Nino was just playing hard to get. Deep down, Nino would do anything for her sisters. That's exactly why she was here today, sitting in a "stinky gym" just to watch Yotsuba.

"Nino!" Yotsuba called out as they got closer, quickening her pace. Nino looked up from her phone, just in time to be pulled into a quick but strong hug.

"You really came, huh?" Yotsuba teased, pulling back slightly but keeping her hands on Nino's shoulders. "What happened to all that talk about not showing up?"

Nino huffed, recovering from the surprise hug she hadn't even had time to return. She set her phone aside. "I changed my mind."

"And you couldn't be bothered to let me know?" Yotsuba teased again.

"It was a last-minute thing."

Yotsuba chuckled, finally letting go. "Thanks for coming!" she said, before teasing once more. "Just try not to 'get sick in this dump,' alright? I don't want you in the hospital because of me."

Nino rolled her eyes but allowed a small smile to break through. "Don't push it. I can always change my mind again."

"You wouldn't dare!" Yotsuba laughed.

Nino's smile widened. Yeah, she wouldn't.

The place might be a dump, but it was Yotsuba's dump, and that was reason enough. Even if Nino didn't like it, she'd still show up for her sister.

Lately, they hadn't been spending as much time together. Growing older seemed to create more distance, and Nino didn't want that to affect their bond. The fact that an outsider like Fushiguro had gotten closer to Miku than she had recently stung more than she cared to admit. She wasn't about to let that continue, so of course, she'd show up today for Yotsuba. It was the least she could do.

She hoped the others would do the same at some point. Maybe not today, but soon. Not just for Yotsuba, but for each other.

They were sisters, after all. And they had to stay strong together—

Her smile faltered as she noticed someone else approaching from behind Yotsuba, walking slowly.

Him.

"...What the..." she began, her brow furrowing as she looked at Yotsuba. "What is he doing here?"

Yotsuba blinked, momentarily confused, before remembering. "Oh... Fushiguro-san?" She grinned cheekily, glancing back at him. Megumi was just catching up, having kept his usual slow pace while Yotsuba had rushed ahead. "He's here to watch me too."

A grimace spread across Nino's face as she gritted her teeth. Seriously? Can't she get a break from this guy?

"Are you for real?" she groaned, exasperation clear in her voice. Yotsuba responded with a shy shrug. "Why did you invite him?"

I've been wondering the same thing, Megumi thought, standing behind Yotsuba.

He didn't even bother trying to meet Nino's glare, letting his gaze drift around the gym instead.

"Uh..." Yotsuba hesitated, clearly not wanting to provoke Nino any further. "Is it... really that bad?"

Nino snorted, crossing her arms. She glanced around the gym, as if trying to find an excuse to leave, before turning back to Yotsuba. "And where's Itsuki?"

Yotsuba gave a sheepish smile. "I was too late..." she mumbled.

Nino raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

Yotsuba pulled out her phone, swiping through her messages before handing it to Nino. "She sent me this."

Nino squinted at the screen, reading the text.

"Since you and Ichika won't be home for lunch today, I'm going to eat out at Spizolli. Have a good practice."

Nino's expression darkened. "You couldn't just ask her to come instead of giving up because of a text?"

Yotsuba smiled weakly. "I mean, it's her favorite restaurant."

Nino sighed, handing the phone back. "So Miku's home alone, then?"

"Itsuki probably invited her out to lunch too." Yotsuba reasoned. "You might have gotten a message as well if you didn't tell her you were coming here."

Nino scoffed. "Miku doesn't like eating out. She barely leaves the house, let alone for food. She's probably cooking for herself right now."

Yotsuba's mouth formed a small "oh." "That's... uh..." She quickly tried to shrug it off. "She'll survive one day."

"If she doesn't burn the house down." Nino muttered, her irritation barely concealed.

"Let's have faith in her," Yotsuba chuckled nervously, backing away. She gestured toward Megumi, who had been awkwardly standing still the entire time. "I'll just... um... go change and start practice." she said, eager to escape the tension.

Megumi glanced at Yotsuba, then toward Nino. She met his gaze with pursed lips, clearly not pleased by his presence.

Maybe he shouldn't have come.

Yotsuba hesitated, awkwardly turning to leave. "Don't... kill each other, okay?" she whispered with a weak smile before giving a small wave and rushing off.

Once Yotsuba was gone, silence settled heavily between them. Neither Megumi nor Nino seemed eager to break it. Megumi moved to sit next to her but left a noticeable gap between them. Nino's brow furrowed, her annoyance growing as she averted her gaze.

Why is he always around?

A scowl formed on her face. Can't he just leave her sisters to her for once? Did he always have to insert himself into their lives like this?

Nino clenched her fists, trying to suppress her frustration. Every time she turned around, he was there—looming, quiet, and indifferent, as if he had the right to intrude on their lives.

What infuriated her more was that her sisters didn't care. Miku even asked her to 'go easy on him', for crying out loud! Why? She couldn't understand what they saw in him.

And Megumi sat there, as silent as ever, completely ignoring the tension in the air.

But that was outside.

Inside, he felt uneasy. It was uncomfortable having someone practically fulminating

next to him, knowing he was the reason.

He tried to concentrate on practicing on the court, hoping to distract himself from Nino, but it was hard to ignore her, even with Yotsuba entering the court to start her practice.

He could still feel her piercing gaze on him, like a strong pressure against his face.

Nino gritted her teeth.

All she saw was a boy who was utterly indifferent to her, his attention fixed on her sister.

She followed his gaze and found Yotsuba, already dressed in her uniform. She pursed her lips.

Looking around, Nino noticed the stands were nearly empty.

That was the worst part. None of the other players had invited anyone to watch them practice, only Yotsuba did.

And she had invited Nino. And Fushiguro.

Her sister and a damn tutor.

Ichika wasn't here. Itsuki wasn't here. Miku wasn't here. But the fucking tutor was.

She knew her sisters' absence was justified, but it still left a bitter taste in her mouth, making her wonder,

"Why are you here, Fushiguro?"

She voiced it aloud, not caring anymore. She genuinely wanted to know.

He didn't even look at her, maintaining a calm expression. "Yotsuba asked."

She clenched her jaw and turned to face him fully. "Yeah, and you just had nothing better to do?" 'Like our own sisters' went unsaid.

"No."

Nino paused at his indifference, then huffed and looked down.

Of course he didn't. If he did, he wouldn't be here.

Ugh... This was just so frustrating.

Nino looked up, trying to keep her mind off Fushiguro while focusing on Yotsuba.

Her gaze softened slightly as she watched her little sister play. The way Yotsuba smiled as she received the ball and passed it to a teammate was a stark contrast to how Nino felt right now.

But seeing Yotsuba so happy managed to ease some of Nino's stress, even though the heavy air of the stuffy gym fought against it.

Then Nino remembered Miku again—more specifically, her words.

'Go easy on him', or 'Don't ruin it for me'.

She frowned once more.

Really? Miku saying something like that? It felt insane, and Nino struggled to believe it.

She could chalk it up to mistaking another sister for Miku, especially given her lack of contact lenses that day, but who was she kidding? It was Miku, no doubt about it.

And that was what drove Nino the craziest. How the hell had this guy managed to get Miku to say something like that?

It was hard for Nino to accept, especially considering how rarely their middle sister opened up to them, despite being blood sisters.

So, naturally, whatever Fushiguro did to earn Miku's favor remained a mystery to Nino.

And that upset her.

It felt as if this guy knew something about her sister that she didn't.

How had she let things get this bad?

"Do you know why it's so important for Yotsuba to make the basketball team?" Before she realized it, Nino found herself asking that, still avoiding eye contact with Megumi.

It took him a moment to register that she was speaking to him, especially since her voice had dropped. "I don't." he replied.

He could probably guess it was because Yotsuba liked basketball, but he wisely chose not to say something he wasn't sure about.

The corner of Nino's lip lifted slightly at that.

Great. At least there were some things he didn't know.

"That's because last time was a mess," she said, finally meeting his gaze. "She wants to do things differently this time."

"Um." Megumi hummed in response, keeping his eyes fixed straight ahead.

Still indifferent. Nino narrowed her eyes.

"And do you know why Ichika only wears one earring?" she asked next.

Megumi was silent for a moment before closing his eyes. "No."

A small smile slowly turned into a smirk. He didn't know.

"Her favorite actress only pierced one ear." Nino replied without hesitation. Because she did know.

She received no acknowledgment from Megumi this time, but she didn't need it.

"Itsuki likes poetry, right?" she asked after a moment of thought, not remembering if he was actually aware of it.

Megumi nodded lightly.

"Do you know why?" she pressed.

He closed his eyes. Where was this girl going with this?

"I don't."

Satisfaction filled Nino with each denial from Megumi, her smirk widening. "It comes from a TV show she watched as a kid," she said, her smugness growing. "The main character wrote children's poetry. She loved it and started doing it herself."

Once again, Megumi said nothing.

Now it was time for the truth.

"Do you know why Miku likes matcha soda?"

Why would he know that, for God's sake?

His silence spoke volumes, and Nino was practically beaming. He didn't know. Once again, he didn't know.

"Because regular soda is too much for her," Nino explained, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. "Matcha is lighter, so it became her go-to instead of any other soda. She developed a taste for it over time."

Megumi glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

Nino, meanwhile, had shed her earlier insecurity completely.

In the end, no matter what he knew, she still knew more.

It didn't matter what he did for Miku, Itsuki, or anyone else. She was still their sister. And that made her more significant than any outsider.

That thought brought her relief.

Now fully assured, Nino felt she didn't need to share anything more.

But she still wanted to make things clear.

"So, what else do you want to know about?" she asked, exuding confidence.

His response, however, wasn't what she expected.

"I want to know about you."

Nino froze.

... Did she hear him right?

She stayed silent for a few moments, assuming she must have misunderstood.

But as seconds passed and Megumi's steady gaze remained on her, Nino slowly realized she hadn't.

"...What?" she asked, disbelief creeping into her voice.

Megumi just shrugged.

Nino pressed her lips together, then asked, "What do you mean, 'about me'?"

"What do you think I mean?" he responded.

For once, she didn't even think about snapping back.

"I know what you mean, but why me?" she asked, genuinely confused. "We were talking about my sisters."

"And now I'd like to know about you." Megumi said, as calmly as ever.

"That doesn't make any sense!" Nino blurted, frustration bubbling up. "Why would you want to know about me?"

He sighed lightly. "Because I don't know much about you," he explained, his tone almost vague. "You're the one I've spoken to the least out of the five."

"So what?" Nino shot back, folding her arms defensively. "Why would that matter?"

Megumi didn't flinch, though he raised an eyebrow, clearly not understanding her resistance. "It matters because I'm around you all the time now. You're sisters, but each of you is different. I've gotten to know the others, at least a little. But I don't know anything about you."

Nino narrowed her eyes. "And you think you need to know me?"

"It's not about needing to," he replied calmly, unaffected by her sharp tone. "It's about wanting to. I'm not forcing you or anything, just asking. In case you want to share something."

Nino's grip tightened on her arms, unsure how to respond. This conversation wasn't going the way she had expected.

"You think it's that easy, huh?" she scoffed, trying to hold her defensive stance. "Just because you want to know something about me, I'm supposed to spill my guts?"

I'm not Miku.

Megumi shook his head, his tone steady. "I'm not asking you to spill anything. I'm just trying to understand."

Nino fell silent. She wasn't sure if she should feel insulted or intrigued. What was his angle? Could he be trying to lower her guard, like her sisters had? If that was his plan, she wasn't about to fall for it.

"Alright," she muttered, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "What exactly do you want to know?"

Megumi's gaze shifted back to the court. "Anything you feel like sharing." he said casually, as if it wasn't a big deal.

His nonchalant tone made her even more unsure. Nino glanced toward the court, wondering what on earth she was supposed to share. Her tastes? He didn't seem like the type to care about fashion, and there were other things she wasn't about to get into.

She crossed her arms tighter, deep in thought.

"Well..." After a moment of reflection, she chose her words carefully. "I just look out for my sisters. That's what matters to me." she emphasized each word.

Megumi nodded slowly. "I can see that."

Nino glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, then looked away again. "And that's all you need to know." she added, her voice firmer, as if trying to regain control of the conversation or something like that. She didn't even know anymore.

"Alright," he agreed. "If that's all for now."

For now? Nino didn't like how open-ended that sounded, but she couldn't bring herself to challenge it.

Silence settled between them as the conversation came to a halt.

Honestly... Nino wasn't sure how to act now. She had felt so smug, proving to both him and herself that she knew her sisters better than anyone. She had expected Fushiguro to... what? Argue? Push back?

But no. He didn't seem to care much about it and had suddenly asked about her instead. So, what now? Nino just felt awkward.

She shifted in place, placing her hands on her knees, focusing on the court—on Yotsuba.

Yotsuba was still practicing, of course. It looked like movement drills, judging by the cones scattered around.

Nothing really interesting enough to occupy her mind.

Nino dropped her gaze slightly, sighing inwardly. What was she supposed to do now?

"She's doing well." Megumi's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Nino glanced at him, frowning at the fact he was addressing her again.

"I kind of expected her to," Megumi continued, eyes still on the practice. "But seeing it in person is different, don't you think?"

"Why are you still talking to me?"

He shrugged. "I'm just curious about what you think."

Nino's expression hardened. "Don't ask me. I don't know anything about basketball."

Megumi hummed quietly. "I see." he said.

Silence, again.

Nino shifted, uncomfortable, trying to shut him out. She focused harder on the practice, hoping he wouldn't talk again.

Yotsuba was still smiling, still moving with that boundless energy Nino could never quite understand, but appreciated. Despite herself, she felt a flicker of pride. In a way, Fushiguro was right. Yotsuba was doing well.

Not in a technical sense—Nino had already admitted she didn't know anything about that—but in being genuinely happy, doing something she loved.

Yeah, she was doing well.

"She's always been like that." Nino muttered to herself, almost without realizing.

"Athletic?" Megumi asked.

"Uh..." Nino hesitated, then sighed. "Energetic," she corrected. "Though yeah... athletic too."

Yotsuba hadn't always been into sports, but she'd always been athletic. There was a time when all five of them—yes, even Miku—were more active. But things changed, and now none of them could really be called athletic. Except for Yotsuba, of course.

"There's a gym at the Pentagon, right?" Megumi asked after a pause. "It's a big place, so there must be."

Nino grimaced, then reluctantly nodded. "Yeah, there is."

"Any of you use it?"

She can't help narrowing her eyes, shooting him a glare. "Why exactly do you want to know?"

"I just do."

She snorted, tightening her fists on her knees. "Yotsuba does, obviously. And sometimes Ichika."

Megumi raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. "Ichika?" He echoe, before nodding slightly. "And you?"

"I didn't mention me, did I?" she replied dryly.

"You didn't, no." He remained unfazed.

Nino stared at him for a few moments, her gaze sharp, but he didn't even glance her way.

She gritted her teeth before sighing. "Any other questions, or are you finally going to leave me alone?"

"I can think of some if you'd like."

"Don't," Nino shot back. "I don't even know why you're so interested in talking to me in the first place."

She was sure she'd made it clear she didn't want to engage with him.

"Neither do I," he admitted casually. "I guess I just don't have anything better to do."

"Have you tried watching the practice?"

"That's what I'm doing," he points out calmly. "But watching doesn't prevent me from talking."

Nino scowled. "Why me, though? Out of all people?"

"You're the only one nearby." he said simply.

"Well, I don't want to talk to you," she retorted. "I don't get why you keep trying."

"Does it bother you?"

"A lot."

"You haven't pushed me away yet, though."

Nino paused, then scoffed. "We're in the same place for the same reason. How am I supposed to push you away?"

"You're still sitting next to me," Megumi pointed out casually. "Even though the stands are empty. You could move."

Nino raised her eyebrows, before glancing around. The stands were, in fact, completely empty.

She huffs, crossing her arms. "Shut up. I was here first. You're the one who should leave."

"I'm not bothered," Megumi responds flatly. "I don't see any reason to leave."

"You should be bothered," Nino snaps, glaring at him. What is with this guy? "You shouldn't be okay sitting next to me. I tried to drug you."

"It was a pretty pathetic attempt."

Nino grits her teeth at his indifferent tone. "Ugh! You're so frustrating!" she hisses in exasperation. "What is wrong with you?"

Megumi doesn't respond immediately. He just thinks for a moment, then shrugs. "I just don't see the point in holding a grudge."

Nino grimaces and looks away. "We've already talked about this." she mutters bitterly.

Megumi raises an eyebrow. "You're the one who brought it up."

"And so what?" Nino snaps. "You gonna call me childish again?"

"Did that really upset you?"

Nino scoffed, crossing her arms tightly. "Of course it did! Who wouldn't be pissed off by that?"

Megumi tilted his head slightly, observing her with an unreadable expression. "I didn't mean it as an insult," he replied calmly. "I was just pointing out how it seemed at the time."

"Well, maybe you should think twice before saying things like that!" Nino shot back.

"Maybe you should think twice before trying to drug someone next time, and that won't happen again."

Nino's jaw tightened at his remark. She turned her gaze to the court. "Yeah, yeah. You're not the only one who's said something like that."

"Miku?" he asked.

Nino snapped her gaze back to him. "How the hell do you know!?" she demanded.

"You implied she knew you tried to drug me that day, so she's the only option," he explained calmly. "... Unless you have a publicly known habit of drugging people, that is."

"That was the first and last time!" Nino retorted defensively.

"That's a relief, I suppose," Megumi mumbled. "You could have really gotten yourself in trouble."

"God, you and Miku say the same things!" Nino exclaimed in exasperation.

Megumi shrugged. "Maybe there's a reason for that."

Nino rolled her eyes. "I don't need a lecture from you or anyone else. I get it, okay? I messed up and blah blah. Just leave me alone."

"Don't make it a habit."

"Thanks for the advice, but I think I can manage my own mistakes." she shot back, irritation bubbling beneath the surface.

Megumi tilted his head, considering her. "Look, I'm not trying to get under your skin. I just don't understand why you're so defensive about it."

"Because it's none of your business!" Nino snapped, frustration boiling over. "You don't get to judge me for a stupid mistake!"

Megumi narrowed his eyes. "When that 'mistake' is a crime that could harm you, I think I do."

Nino's face scrunched up, and she clenched her fists. "Why does that even matter to you?"

Her question made Megumi pause.

Good point. Why? He didn't know how to answer right away.

He sighed, looking back at the court as he pondered.

Maybe it was his job—sort of. Stopping one of the Nakanos from committing a crime would probably be appreciated by Maruo, even if it wasn't part of his official duties.

But deep down, Megumi knew the extreme way Nino had tried to handle that situation was a terrible idea. She couldn't just harm herself; she could put her entire family at risk with something this serious.

And he knew better than anyone that extreme decisions never ended well.

He took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "Look, I'm not trying to play the moral high ground here. It's just a little worrying."

Nino's expression darkened, and she averted her gaze. "That doesn't give you the right to act like my personal therapist. I'm not a child who needs saving…"

Megumi met her glare steadily. This girl is stubborn, isn't she? "I'm not trying to save you. Don't you remember what I told you that day? That I didn't want to see your life destroyed?" he reminded her. "That applies to this too. It's only human to want to give advice when you can. Is that so hard to understand?"

"Maybe it is," she shot back, though her voice lacked conviction. "Just like you said, you barely know me. Why should I take you seriously?"

Megumi sighed and leaned back. "You're right. There's no reason for you to." he agreed simply.

Nino was taken aback by his sudden withdrawal, her eyebrows rising in surprise.

But Megumi continued, "Still, I'll try to make my point, whether you're listening or not," he said indifferently. "If it ends up helping you occasionally, then great."

Nino's lips parted slightly as she took a moment to absorb his words.

After a second, she pursed her lips. "Is that how you got through to Miku? By talking smoothly?"

Megumi paused, frowning. "Huh?" he murmured, taking a moment to process. When he understood, he looked in Nino's direction. "She told you about that?" he asked, surprised.

Nino scoffed. "I'd be lucky if she did," she grumbled. "All I got were half-assed explanations at best."

Megumi raised an eyebrow. "So you didn't get the full story?"

Nino shook her head, her expression a mix of frustration and dismay. "Of course not. She just let me know that you guys talked about something, and now she magically thinks you're nice."

Megumi couldn't help but notice a hint of accusation in Nino's tone.

So Miku didn't explain what really happened? That would explain why Nino was acting so accusatory toward him. She was confused and frustrated about something she wasn't allowed to know.

His expression turned thoughtful. "I assume she's just being private about it."

"Right," Nino said skeptically. "Because keeping secrets always works out so well."

Megumi shrugged. "Not everyone feels comfortable discussing their personal stuff."

His reasoning did nothing to improve Nino's situation; in fact, it only made it worse.

"Not comfortable? I'm her sister!" she exclaimed, incredulous. "We spent sixteen years together, we live in the same house, we even share clothes, and she's not comfortable telling me some stupid things!?"

The hint of despair in her voice didn't escape Megumi.

He thought for a moment before replying, "Just because you're her sister doesn't mean she has to tell you everything."

Nino's expression turned to disbelief. "Are you hearing yourself?"

Megumi looked at her unamused. "There are topics you don't discuss just because someone is family," he said. "You need to make her feel comfortable enough to open up to you. That's how it works."

He spoke from experience; there were many things he didn't want to discuss with Tsumiki, most of them related to jujutsu. His sister simply didn't deserve to be burdened by his issues.

Miku probably thought similarly. Her problems were very personal, tied to low self-esteem and a lack of confidence. Megumi assumed she simply didn't want to burden her sisters with what she perceived as trivial.

He knew that was a wrong way of thinking, having learned from his own experiences. But what could he do?

But Nino wasn't convinced by anything Megumi said. Her frustration only grew. "You say that, but she shared these things with you!" she exclaimed.

Megumi fell silent for a moment. Nino had a point.

It was natural for her to feel threatened, especially since a tutor managed to get Miku to talk when she couldn't. He couldn't really blame her for the tone she was using.

He sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "I just got lucky." he said nonchalantly.

"Luck?" Nino echoed incredulously. "Are you saying you got her to open up by luck?"

"Let me rephrase that," Megumi replied tiredly. "The situation favored us. One thing led to another."

"So you mean Miku has to have the stars aligned or something for her to talk to me?" Nino scoffed.

Megumi's shoulders slumped. "You're not taking this seriously..."

"Of course I am! This is my sister we're talking about," Nino narrowed her eyes. "How am I supposed to make her comfortable telling me things if I don't even know what it's about in the first place?"

Megumi shrugged.

Nino huffed, looking away. She was silent for a few seconds before whispering, "It would be easier if you just told me what she's going through."

Megumi took a moment to register her words before frowning. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

His expression darkened. "If Miku didn't share that herself, I won't," he murmured. "It would be inappropriate."

Nino's expression tightened. "You talking like that just makes it seem like it's a serious matter. It doesn't help how I feel at all."

Megumi felt the weight of her words but knew he couldn't cross that line.

"Listen, would you think it's appropriate if you told someone something personal and they spread the word?"

Nino hesitated for a moment. "... It's different. I'm her sister."

"If that excuse worked, you'd already know instead of asking me."

Nino glared at him, but Megumi ignored her and continued, "I know you care about her, but if she hasn't told you, it's because she doesn't want you to know right now. What you need to do is try to change that."

Nino's expression fell slightly as she looked at the ground. "And how should I do that?"

He couldn't help but find it comical that she was now asking him for advice, especially after saying earlier that she didn't need it.

But then again, Nino's attitude when it came to her sisters was quite different.

Megumi shrugged again. "How should I know? Some things you have to figure out on your own, and this is one of them."

Nino clenched her fists, feeling helpless. "It's still frustrating..." she whispered.

Megumi nodded slightly in acknowledgment. "But this isn't a competition, and you know it," he said. "The fact that I know something you don't doesn't mean anything."

"Easy for you to say..."

"I'm being honest," Megumi replied, looking at Nino. "You care about her, that's clear, and I'm sure she knows that. So don't feel threatened."

Nino said nothing, her gaze growing unfocused. She wished things could be easier, just like they used to be.

"There's no reason to be frustrated, either," Megumi said after a moment, making Nino's gaze return to him. "You care about her well-being, and so do I, even if it's not the same thing. I want to see Miku well and able to open up to each of you, but this is between you. I can't get involved."

Nino's gaze remained fixed on Megumi, her lower lip trembling slightly as she considered his words.

"I don't get it..." she whispered. "Why do you even care, anyway?"

Megumi took a deep breath, looking at his hands resting on his knees.

He'd been wondering the same thing since the start of the conversation, but now he likely had an answer.

Because they are a family. They have strong bonds, and he can see that. Nino made him see it. And Megumi missed his own bonds. If he could help the Nakanos with theirs, why wouldn't he?

"I suppose this is just how things are," he mutters, lifting his gaze to the court, where the basketball team was still practicing. "If it's such a simple thing, why not help?"

Nino parted her lips to respond, but her jaw soon clenched tightly as she looked away. This guy...

He was saying things that contradicted her beliefs, and it only made her more frustrated.

"But if it's any consolation, there's no reason not to believe that Miku is willing to talk to you as well," Megumi said, looking at Nino calmly. "If I, as a tutor, managed to make her speak, you, as her sister, will be able to do so too."

Nino remained silent, her expression softening despite herself.

But the words that came out of her mouth didn't match her expression.

"How should I believe you?"

Megumi arched an eyebrow. "Hm?"

Nino's gaze met his, now less intense. "You say you're just a tutor," she said. "But you do things a tutor wouldn't."

Megumi frowned. "Tutors aren't emotionless, you know. I can have a decent conversation sometimes."

Nino huffed. "Do you have a psychology degree or something?"

If he did, he probably wouldn't be in the psychological situation he was currently in.

"I don't need to know psychology to help my students." he replied simply.

Nino gritted her teeth, her expression hardening. "You're not helping your students," she muttered. "You're doing things outside of your job."

Megumi paused, pondering for a moment before rephrasing. "... Helping those who need it." he murmured tentatively.

That was what he was supposed to do, after all, right?

That was what he asked him to do, right?

Nino closed her eyes, bringing her knees to her chest. "...I don't know if I can trust." she mumbled.

Megumi blinked. "Trust me?"

"Who else would it be?"

He sighed in exasperation, taking his gaze away once again. "I thought we were past that point."

Nino squeezed the fabric of her high stockings between her fingers. "You don't understand..." she said slowly.

"There are many things I don't understand, and I daresay most of them involve you."

Nino shot him a frustrated glance. "What do you want from me? To just sit here and listen while you pretend to care?"

Megumi shook his head, his lips forming a thin line. "I'm not pretending. What would I get out of that?"

"I don't know, maybe you're trying to get me to drop my guard?"

"Who do you think I am? The bogeyman?"

Nino scowled. "People aren't that genuine," she replied dryly. "I know better than that."

Her words made Megumi pause, unsure how to respond.

"...Where is this coming from?" he asked quietly.

Nino scoffed, but answered anyway. "I just know how things work."

Megumi's expression softened slightly as he looked ahead again. So, it was his supposed lack of sincerity that unsettled her?

Well, who could blame her? People weren't exactly known for their honesty. Everyone had an angle, always expecting something in return.

He wouldn't argue with that. So, he simply said,

"I agree with you."

And nothing more.

Nino slowly raised her eyes to meet his, frowning as she waited for more. Maybe a "but," followed by some speech about exceptions. But there was nothing. He just agreed and left it at that.

And that threw her off. "That's it?"

Megumi sighed. "What do you want me to say? You're right."

Her frown deepened. "I don't know, maybe argue? I thought you'd try to convince me you're different."

"I can't force you to trust me," he said plainly. "That's your choice. If you don't, then that's it. I won't push."

Nino blinked, her frustration turning into confusion. What the hell was up with this guy?

She narrowed her eyes, studying him closely. "So, you're just... okay with me not trusting you?"

Megumi shrugged. "It's not my place to force it."

Nino bit her lip, unsure of how to respond. His nonchalant attitude made it hard to stay angry, like trying to yell at a brick wall.

She leaned back, crossing her arms, still trying to figure him out. But the more she thought about it, the less sense he made.

"You're weird." Nino muttered.

Megumi glanced at her briefly. "So I've heard."

She shook her head. Why was he always like this? Why did he always flip her expectations? "Can't you just do the normal thing? I don't know, try to convince me, defend yourself at least."

He shrugged, nonchalant. "Defending myself won't change your mind. And trying to convince you would just make me look more suspicious, don't you think?"

Nino snorted. His logic was infuriatingly sound, and she hated it. She'd accused him of trying to win her over, but no... He wasn't even trying. He was just there, unmoved, like a damn houseplant.

Seeing her silence stretch out, Megumi spoke again. "Your thinking makes sense. There's no need to argue about it. People usually want something in return for being kind. It makes sense you'd think that way."

She raised an eyebrow. "So you're admitting you're one of those people?"

"If I said I wasn't, would you believe me?"

"..."

"I'll take that as a no."

And honestly, if he were in her shoes, he wouldn't believe it either.

But... was it really so wrong to expect something in return for doing good? There were plenty of people who didn't even bother to do anything at all.

After all, he was saved by someone who expected something in return.

He wasn't naive enough to believe Gojo freed him from the Zen'in clan out of pure compassion. It was obvious from the start—the man only stepped in because Megumi carried the Ten Shadows.

And so what? Gojo still did something monumental for him.

Without him, Megumi's life would've been far worse than it already was. And so would Tsumiki's.

He didn't even want to imagine what would've happened to his sister if he had been sold to the Zen'in.

But none of that came to pass, precisely because someone with selfish motives had intervened.

And did Gojo's selfishness stop them from forming a real bond? No.

Gojo didn't need to take him to the park on weekends, after all. But he did it anyway. That was real, despite the initial reason behind it.

Megumi knew that sometimes people weren't simple. Selfishness didn't always negate the good that came from it.

If Nino couldn't—or didn't want to—see it that way, that was fine, too. He didn't know what shaped her worldview, so who was he to judge?

But he could try to reason with her.

"I understand where you're coming from," Megumi began, his tone measured. "It's natural to question people's motives, especially when they seem too good to be true. But even if someone has their own reasons for doing something, the outcome can still be positive."

He paused, sensing Nino's full attention on him now. "People are selfish, yes. Genuine exceptions are exceedingly rare," —he refrained from saying they were non-existent, knowing people like Tsumiki existed— "So there's no point in obsessing over finding them."

Megumi held Nino's gaze as she stared at him with pursed lips. "But there are distinctions. Some people expect a small token of gratitude, while others expect something grand in return," he said. "A simple 'thank you' suffices for some. For others..." He left the thought unfinished.

After a beat, he continued, "I don't believe selfishness necessarily diminishes the significance of actions, as long as it's within reason."

He knew he could be selfish himself. Megumi wasn't trying to set an example to follow; he recognized his own flaws. Complaining about selfishness would be hypocritical.

"I'm willing to help. If you decline, that's fine. But I've extended my hand regardless. You don't have to believe in my sincerity or trust me blindly. Just allowing me to assist in any way is enough."

Nino remained silent, absorbing his words.

He did talk a lot, that was a fact. And despite her reluctance to admit it, some of what he said did start to make a bit of sense.

But how could she not be cautious? He admitted people were selfish and didn't even bother to convince her of his own sincerity.

Yet, maybe his blunt honesty was a sign of some sincerity in itself? Tactless, certainly, but at least sincere.

Nino's gaze dropped slightly, and she suddenly felt less inclined to argue.

"...I don't understand why you see things the way you do, but if that's how you see them, then that's okay," Megumi finally said, choosing to finish his thought. "There must be a reason behind it. I won't question or argue with you, especially since I don't fully understand."

Heh... Just like her, sometimes he could be completely oblivious, huh?

Nino's expression softened a bit more, and she took a deep breath. "It's from experience." she admitted.

"I figured as much."

She rolled her eyes slightly, but decided to continue. Her voice was quieter now.

"You know... Our mother passed away, right?"

Megumi nodded. "I do."

Nino looked down at the floor, then slowly unfolded her legs and sat upright on the stands. "She died when we were 11."

Megumi hummed softly. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Nino sighed, rubbing her cheek. It was surreal to be having this conversation with Fushiguro of all people.

But whatever. He had wanted to know something about her before, right? Well, now he would.

"Well, we've always been well-off financially thanks to Papa's work," Nino began. "We were accustomed to having everything, especially when it came to friendships. Many kids wanted to befriend us, to be close, to play and keep us company..." Her voice trailed off, her expression darkening.

"There were few things we couldn't afford. Few things that money couldn't buy," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But one of them was health."

Megumi turned his attention to her, but Nino stared ahead, lost in thought.

"Mama suddenly became very ill, and even with all the money in the world, Papa couldn't do anything," she murmured. "She passed away within a few months."

The memories were painful, but Nino pressed on.

"Papa was a great doctor. Extremely renowned, with a huge healthcare company and the best professionals who save millions of lives each year..." Her voice was bitter. "But even with all those accolades, it wasn't enough to save Mama."

Megumi's gaze softened a touch.

"It's no surprise he fell into a deep depression. We all did," she continued, her eyes half-closing. "But Papa lost his will to work. Not being able to save Mama, of all people, made him question everything he had built over the years. He started to wonder whether he truly was what people said he was."

Megumi could relate, honestly.

Having such high expectations placed on you, only to face a harsh reality—especially when it involved being powerless to save someone you love...

He knew that feeling all too well.

"Then suddenly, all that money wasn't there anymore," Nino said after a pause. "We were just faces among many."

Her expression darkened further, and she closed her eyes. "And suddenly, we weren't so interesting anymore," she added dryly. "All those kids, those 'friends'... they disappeared just as quickly as they were eager to befriend us when we were rich children."

Megumi began to grasp the depth of her words.

"Where were they all when we were just some poor girls, with no money, no status, grieving the loss of our mother? Mocking us. Avoiding us like we were wild animals, as if they had never claimed to be our friends in the first place..."

He felt the bitterness in her tone keenly.

She clenched her fists. "It's easy to talk. It's easy to stick around when everything's going well. It's easy to smile and say you like us, that you care, that you'll always be there for us..."

She slowly raised her head, opening one eye to stare at the ceiling. "But what about when things don't go well? Does the speech stay the same, or are we suddenly not worth your time anymore?"

The silence hung heavy, broken only by the sounds of athletes on the court and the occasional bounce of a ball.

Nino opened her other eye and turned her gaze to the court. It softened as she focused on Yotsuba.

"Papa bounced back," she whispered, her eyes fixed on her sister. "He found the support he needed, and we regained our wealth."

She paused briefly before continuing, "But some things would never change. Mama would never return, and the lessons remained," she added with a slight scowl. "At least for me."

Megumi raised an eyebrow at her words.

Nino met his gaze. "Even after everything, I feel like Yotsuba and Ichika are still careless about who they let into their lives," she whispered. "It frustrates me. It worries me."

She closed her eyes briefly. "That's why it's my duty not to be deceived. Not again," she stated firmly. "They may have forgotten, but I won't. I'll never make the same mistake again."

Megumi nodded slowly, absorbing Nino's words and the weight they carried. Now he understood why she was so cautious around him, why she was reluctant to let him into their lives.

He had suspected it was an issue of trusting strangers—it was the only explanation that made sense. But now he saw just how deep that wariness ran.

"It's understandable," he finally replied, his voice quiet. "You've been through a lot, and you've seen how people can change when circumstances shift. It's natural to be wary."

Nino opened her eyes and met his gaze with a mix of resignation and resolve. "Yeah," she murmured. "So you can't blame me for not trusting you right away."

"Indeed, I can't." Megumi agreed, resting a hand on his knee. It also shows I made the right choice by not pushing for her trust...

A nasal exhale escaped Nino as she glanced toward a basket of balls left nearby.

"And that's why I was worried when I found out Miku got close to you," she said darkly. "She always seemed to share my opinion about outsiders. But suddenly..." She sighed, her frustration palpable.

Megumi hummed in understanding. "I get it," he said, looking her way. "And once again, it highlights how much you care for your sister."

Nino clicked her tongue. "But it seems that caring isn't enough to make her trust me completely..."

"I wouldn't say the issue is that she doesn't trust you," he argued calmly. "I'm sure she trusts you more than she trusts me."

Nino didn't question that.

"And besides, caring is the right step," he continued. "Caring is what drives you to know. It's what motivates you to listen and support those you love."

Nino looked toward him again.

Megumi seemed to genuinely own what he said.

"...About getting through to her," she began tentatively after a moment. "You said it's something I should do on my own, right?"

Megumi nodded. "That's right." He paused before adding, "But you must understand that you can't shield her from everything. What you can do is guide her."

After all, if it were possible, he would have shielded Tsumiki from everything. But that was just an illusion—an illusion he didn't want Nino to be naive enough to hold onto.

"So keep in mind that not everything will go as you expect," he continued. "And that's okay. At least you tried, and caring about her is what truly counts."

Pff... You're just telling yourself that.

Nino's gaze lingered on him for a few seconds, then she sighed deeply, shifting in her seat. "I'm starting to think you do have a degree in psychology..."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Me, complimenting you?" Nino asked, the corner of her mouth curving slightly into a smile as she glanced at him. "You're starting to think a little too highly of me."

Megumi shrugged. "You're not as bad as you want me to believe."

And that was a discovery he had just made.

Nino paused at his words, her lips parting slightly in surprise. She looked fully at him for a moment, but he continued to stare at the court, indifferent.

She huffed, looking away.

"Shut up."

Megumi didn't respond, maintaining his gaze ahead, specifically on someone approaching.

"Hey!" Yotsuba called out, panting but sporting a huge smile. She soon reached the stands and paused to catch her breath before beaming at him. "Practice is over!"

Nino turned to face Yotsuba as she heard her sister's voice, her eyebrows rising in surprise.

Already? But she said it would last an hour...

She pulled out her cell phone, checking the time, and was even more astonished to see it was already 3:30 in the afternoon.

...I spent an hour talking to Fushiguro?

She glanced up at the person in question.

"So, how did I do?" Yotsuba asked, looking expectantly at both of them. "Did I do well? Hashida-sensei said I did!"

Nino opened her mouth to respond but quickly realized she had no idea. Not only did she not know much about basketball, but she hadn't really paid attention to her sister's practice at all.

Megumi, however, nodded. "You did well," he said calmly, standing up. "Thanks for inviting me."

Yotsuba beamed even more at this, giving Megumi a thumbs-up. "Don't mention it, Fushiguro-san!" she exclaimed, adding with a wink, "You can come watch me as many times as you want!"

He probably wouldn't want to come too often, but he appreciated the offer.

Yotsuba then turned her attention to Nino. "And what do you think, Nino? Did I do well?"

Nino hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, you did. Of course you did," she said, standing up and giving Yotsuba a once-over. "I mean, if your condition says anything, you were the best on the team."

Yotsuba chuckled, glancing down at herself. She was, of course, sweaty; she was still in her team uniform, after all.

Nino wrinkled her nose. "You guys don't have a shower in the locker room? You stink."

Yotsuba laughed, brushing off her sister's comment with a wave of her hand. "It's just sweat! You know it's a sign of hard work!"

"Working hard doesn't mean you should smell like a gym sock."

"Oh, come on! You're always complaining about the smell of things," Yotsuba teased, nudging Nino playfully. "I'm starting to think your sense of smell is the problem."

"Don't nudge me; you're all sweaty!" Nino protested, pushing Yotsuba away from her.

Yotsuba laughed loudly again but complied with her sister's request. "You should get used to it," she said. "I'm going to be like this many more times from now on..." She grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Especially since a tournament is coming up!"

Megumi felt a bit confused. Already? It was only the third week of the year.

"A tournament?" Nino asked, crossing her arms. "Tournaments in Black Rose only took place at the end of the year."

"It's different here," Yotsuba shrugged carelessly. "The entire next week will be focused on the tournament! There will be four knockout games for the teams that reach the final!"

"I assume you will participate," Megumi said, raising an eyebrow.

Yotsuba nodded eagerly. "Since the team's former starter broke her leg and I'm the only reserve, that's for sure," she stated confidently. "But I'm sure it won't interfere with your lessons, okay? In fact, you'll definitely be able to come and watch me!"

Megumi hummed in response, choosing not to directly engage. It was probably better not to give her too much hope.

"Okay, okay. You'll play; good for you," Nino said again, narrowing her eyes at Yotsuba. "But can you go take a shower so we can go home? I haven't had lunch yet."

Yotsuba's eyebrows raised slightly at the reminder, and she soon smiled sheepishly. "You're right... I'm sorry," she apologized, turning to head toward the locker rooms. "I'll be quick, okay? And thanks again for coming to watch me!"

Nino and Megumi watched in silence as Yotsuba disappeared into the locker rooms.

After a moment, Nino cast a glance in Megumi's direction, which he returned quietly.

"I'll go now," Megumi said, idly looking around the gym one last time before focusing on Nino again. "I see no reason to wait."

Nino didn't say anything but nodded slightly, her gaze shifting away from him toward the court.

"...See you later," Megumi said, turning to leave. "It was nice talking to you, Nino."

Nino remained silent, her mind still processing their conversation. After a few seconds, she glanced from the corner of her eye at where Megumi was heading, then turned to watch the boy as he disappeared into the school hallway entirely.

She let her gaze linger there for a few moments before slowly closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

"...See you later, Fushiguro."

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Ichika tried to soften her expression for the photos, but the photographer remained unimpressed.

"No, no, that doesn't seem genuine," he muttered, adjusting his camera with an exasperated sigh. "I need you to look more natural. Try to relax."

Ichika forced a smile, but her eyes betrayed her discomfort. The intensity of the man's gaze made it difficult for her to appear at ease.

"Maybe think about something that makes you happy," he suggested, attempting to coax a more authentic expression. "It doesn't have to be perfect, just real. As I said, relax."

"I'm sorry, Oda-san," Ichika sighed, her posture slumping. "I can't relax."

She had felt uneasy since the day before. The reason was unclear, but something made her extremely uncomfortable, especially in public.

This discomfort was clearly hindering her performance, which was frustrating.

"Take a deep breath," Oda instructed, lowering his camera for a moment. "It's just you and me here. No one else. No pressure."

Ichika nodded, trying to follow his advice. She took a deep breath, her chest rising as she inhaled slowly, then released it in a long sigh.

The tension lingered.

"I— I'll try again," she said, her voice slightly uneven. "Maybe I just need a moment."

"Alright," Oda replied, stepping back from the camera, revealing a man who appeared to be in his late thirties, with short gelled brown hair and a neatly trimmed mustache. His frustration was evident, but he tried to remain professional. "Take your time. There's no point in taking photos if they're going to turn out poorly."

Ichika looked down, forcing herself to think of something that brought her joy—her sisters, cherished memories, her favorite films and series.

Yet, the tension persisted, and she soon realized that she couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling, even while focusing on what she loved.

"Are you done?" Oda's voice snapped Ichika out of her stupor. He fixed her with a steady gaze.

Ichika hesitated. She was about to say yes but remembered his words about not taking photos if they were going to turn out poorly.

Sighing, she looked away. "I'm sorry. I don't think I'll be able to perform well today."

Oda raised an eyebrow. "And why is that? You did well the last few times."

Ichika rubbed her elbow, uncertain. "I don't know. I just can't."

He studied her for a moment before nodding noncommittally. "Alright. Let's leave it for another day. The photos from last time should suffice."

Ichika felt a wave of relief wash over her, allowing her gaze to return to Oda.

But he quickly added, "I suggest you address whatever is bothering you as soon as possible. Going to the audition like this is asking for rejection."

The relief faded, replaced by wariness, and Ichika's brows furrowed. "...I'll try."

Oda nodded slightly and turned away. "You have talent, Ichika. Use it." He moved toward one of the couches in the studio, glancing back at her. "I'm trusting you as a professional. Opportunities like this are rare, and you might not get another chance. If you truly want to be an actress, don't waste it."

His words made her swallow hard, suddenly feeling self-conscious. All she could do was nod slightly.

Oda closed his eyes for a moment, then muttered, "Good," before pulling a notebook from the couch.

Ichika scanned the studio briefly, then headed toward the exit. She had been there for a while, and even though she had eaten something at school, the lack of lunch left her feeling hungry.

As she looked toward the door, a thought crossed her mind. "When is the audition going to be?"

Oda glanced up at her for a moment before answering, "The 28th."

The mention of the 28th caused Ichika's eyebrows to raise slightly as she took a moment to recall why that date felt so significant. When the realization hit her, her expression shifted to one of concern.

"Uhm... Oda-san?" she called out tentatively, prompting him to look back at her. "Is there any chance we can reschedule the audition?"

"None," Oda replied without hesitation. "It's impossible to reschedule because their studio doesn't accommodate that." He paused for a moment. "Unless something beyond your control happens that day?"

Ichika's shoulders slumped slightly as she slowly shook her head. "No, nothing..." she muttered, feeling defeated.

Of course, something would happen that day: the annual fireworks festival.

It was a special occasion for her and her sisters, as they always attended with their mother. April 28th was close to May 5th, their birthday—May 6th for Itsuki—but their mother always took them to the festival as an early birthday treat.

After Rena's death, the tradition continued, but this time it was just the sisters. It remained an essential family moment, one they shared to remember their late mother.

Yet, when professional duties clashed with emotional obligations, Ichika found herself trapped.

Professional life really was challenging.

Her part-time job involved posing for photos—a simple, non-exhaustive task. Ichika managed to look natural and decided to leverage her looks to earn some money.

But her ultimate goal, as her manager had pointed out, was to become an actress.

Since childhood, watching actors and actresses on TV winning awards and recognition, Ichika knew what she wanted to be.

Her dream hadn't changed over time, and now she was pursuing something many considered impossible given its challenges.

It was indeed difficult, which was why she didn't want to tell her sisters about her work until she succeeded. It just felt better that way.

But their ignorance meant they wouldn't understand the reason for Ichika's absence on fireworks day...

Because even though she loved her family, sometimes drastic decisions had to be made. This was one of those moments, and even though it pained her, she would have to follow through.

After all, this was her chance.

.....

Ichika walked the streets toward her house with a despondent expression—and an empty stomach.

The choice she had made contradicted her duties as an older sister and, more importantly, the expectations her mother had for her in that role. This realization upset her.

But they would understand, right? After all, it was about her dream. Her sisters would never oppose something so significant to Ichika.

She sighed and looked up at the sky. It was still early; she had gone straight from school to the photo studio, and the session had lasted less than 30 minutes. So, it was still early.

As she slowly brought her gaze down, she wondered if Nino was home to cook something for her to snack on. But she paused when she saw someone in front of her.

A girl with long red hair and star-shaped hairpins stood there.

Ichika smiled slightly as she recognized her. That damn ahoge was impossible to miss.

"Itsuki-chan," she greeted her younger sister, standing in front of her. "What a nice coincidence, huh?"

Itsuki returned the smile, her hand resting on the strap of the brown bag draped over her shoulder. Ichika thought it complemented her white skirt and open-shoulder black blouse perfectly.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here," Itsuki said softly. "Especially since you were supposed to be at work, right?"

The quip didn't go unnoticed, and Ichika chuckled lightly. "I got released early today," she replied casually, then changed the subject. "And you? What are you doing here alone?" she asked, peeking behind Itsuki. "I don't see our sisters around."

"I'm on my way to Spizolli," Itsuki said. "I... tried to ask Miku to come with me, but she didn't want to. And Nino didn't even see my message."

Ichika let out a nasal laugh. "Going to a restaurant? Now that's convenient," she said before inviting herself. "Let's go, I'll accompany you. I'm starving."

Itsuki's smile widened at that. "Oh... do you want to come?"

"Yes, why not?" Ichika nodded, then asked mischievously, "Or do you plan to take all the food for yourself?"

The smile immediately vanished from Itsuki's face, replaced by a frown. "How rude!" she exclaimed, which only made Ichika chuckle.

"Ugh..." Itsuki's lower lip trembled in frustration as she grabbed Ichika's wrist and started to pull her along. "If you're coming, then don't waste my time with your jokes. I'm starving too."

"Oh, I can imagine."

"Zip it!"

.....

As soon as the two stepped inside the restaurant, they were greeted by three employees bowing near the door.

"Welcome, ladies," they said in unison.

"Hey," Ichika waved, smiling at them before letting her gaze wander around the busy restaurant. "Did you reserve a table?" she asked Itsuki.

Spizolli was an extremely popular place, and finding a seat without a reservation was nearly impossible.

"I always do," her sister replied as they entered. "Just follow me."

Ichika nodded and followed Itsuki through the crowded restaurant until they reached a table for four.

Itsuki gestured for Ichika to sit, and she complied, facing her sister.

The menus were already set on the table. Itsuki quickly reached for one. "That's why I love this place so much," she murmured. "It's all so convenient."

"And the food is great," Ichika added, grabbing a menu for herself.

Itsuki smiled slightly. "Yes, that's a big factor too."

It didn't take them long to decide what to order, and almost immediately, a waiter approached their table to take their requests.

Itsuki, of course, was the first to speak. "I'll have the tempura and an udon," she said, pausing to check the menu again. "Hmm... I'd also like a tonkotsu ramen, and... oh, a katsu curry." She looked almost domineering for a moment before quickly adding, "And a bowl of miso soup. That's all."

The waiter nodded, struggling to write down her requests on his clipboard.

Itsuki looked pleased, a smile spreading across her face, but it quickly faded when she caught Ichika staring at her in silence with a smirk.

"What is it?" Itsuki frowned.

"Nothing," Ichika hummed, shifting her gaze to the waiter, who had finished with Itsuki's order. "A shiokara, please." she asked calmly.

The waiter nodded slightly, taking a moment to jot down Ichika's order. "Something to drink?" he inquired.

"An iced tea." Ichika replied.

"A jug of orange juice. 750 ml, please." Itsuki interjected immediately.

Ichika gave her sister a puzzled look. "750 ml? I won't drink it."

"I will." came the simple response.

Ichika felt a cold sweat break out.

The waiter nodded, clearly accustomed to such requests, and took a few steps back. "I'll be right back with your orders," he said before heading off to the kitchen.

Ichika turned to Itsuki, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Normally, I'd question anyone's ability to drink that much juice, but... it's you. So I don't doubt it."

Itsuki rolled her eyes slightly. "It's refreshing."

Ichika chuckled. "It sure is."

They fell into a brief silence before the older sister leaned forward.

"Sooo..." she began, trying to spark a conversation. "How are your studies?"

"Do you really want to talk about studies, Ichika?" Itsuki shot back, her tone accusatory as if she expected it to be just another jab.

"Gee, calm down!" Ichika raised her hands in surrender, a laugh escaping her. "I'm just asking. No need to be so defensive."

Itsuki narrowed her eyes but stayed silent.

"The question remains, though," Ichika said after a moment. "So?"

Itsuki paused to think before sighing and looking away. "Not much has changed. I'm still a little behind," she murmured.

"We all are," Ichika replied nonchalantly.

Itsuki scowled but shook her head. "But unlike you, I want to change that..."

Ichika smiled. "And do you think it's happening?" she asked. "With Megumi-kun, I mean. What do you think of him so far?"

Itsuki looked up at the ceiling. "He's not a bad tutor," she murmured. "Although I haven't had many lessons with him yet. Still... I feel trapped." she exhaled. "Like I've been going around in circles. It's frustrating."

"Yeah... I'd say the problem is us," Ichika speculated, totally carefree. "I mean, we are really dumb."

Itsuki groaned. "Ichika! That doesn't help!"

Ichika chuckled again, shaking her hand dismissively. "Oh, come on. I'm just being honest." She paused for a moment, studying her younger sister. "But I can see that your studies matter a lot to you."

"Of course they do," Itsuki responded, adjusting her posture slightly. "It's about our future."

"No, I mean really, really," Ichika emphasized. "Like... reeaaally."

Itsuki frowned slightly before shrugging it off. "I'm just hardworking."

Ichika raised an eyebrow. "That's all?"

Itsuki nodded. "It is."

But Ichika didn't seem convinced. She smirked lightly. "You think you're fooling me? Please, Itsuki-chan. I'm your older sister."

Itsuki's lips pursed.

"What's going on behind the scenes, huh?" Ichika pressed, resting her elbows on the table and her chin in her palms. "Tell big sis Ichika here."

Itsuki hesitated, her eyes flickering with a mix of emotions under the weight of her sister's perceptive gaze. "It's just... important to me," she finally said, her voice softening. "I want to do well."

"Important to you?" Ichika inquired, sensing there was more to her motivation. "Care to explain?"

Itsuki sighed, looking away. "I want... I want to follow in our mother's footsteps," she admitted quietly.

Ichika's expression shifted from curiosity to surprise, but then softened. "Mother's footsteps, huh?" she murmured. "So, you want to become a teacher?"

Itsuki nodded, her eyes meeting her sister's with a hint of vulnerability. "Do you think it's too out of reach?"

Ichika couldn't help but find this amusing. If Itsuki believed her dream was possible, why would she think that a more grounded dream like teaching was unattainable?

She shook her head and reached out to take her sister's hand. "Why would I think that? To me, you can totally do it," she said confidently. "I know I joked about us being stupid, but that was just a joke. Your hard work is admirable, and I'm sure it will pay off."

Itsuki squeezed her hand slightly, her expression softening. "You think... that I can do it?" she whispered.

"Of course! Just look at you—determined and knowing what you want!" Ichika encouraged. "I'd be surprised if you couldn't."

Itsuki smiled, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them again to look at her sister gratefully. "Thank you, Ichika. For always being here for us."

Ichika dismissed it. "That's just what an older sibling should do."

Still, she couldn't shake a twinge of guilt. Itsuki was here, sharing her dream, while Ichika wasn't ready to do the same.

But that was how it was.

Itsuki nodded slightly, feeling lighter. She cast her gaze down at the table for a moment before looking to the side.

The waiter was approaching from a distance with the dishes they had ordered.

Ichika followed her sister's gaze, humming lightly as she noticed the man coming. She then glanced back at Itsuki.

"Hey, Itsuki-chan?"

Itsuki looked at Ichika again. "Yes?"

"Did you bring your wallet?" Ichika asked.

Itsuki nodded. "Of course I did."

"Good. Because I didn't bring mine. You'll have to pay for me."

"What!?"

"It is what it is."

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