Love Interest

　　Ichika was about to follow behind, and Nino and Miku who had just lifted their butts were forced to stop, staring blankly at the closed car door.

　　After that, someone lightly smiled and brushed their hair towards the car window.

　　These three people all started doing things of their own.

　　However, Itsuki wanted to say something first, and she closed the car door. If they got out of the car at this time, it would be too intentional… It would be hard to explain why.

　　They weren't Itsuki, who talked about secretarial duties all day.

　　These girls skin is not that thick.

　　Yotsuba leaned against the corner of the door, looking at them, her innocent and pure eyes revealed an oddity.

　　And the viewer's point of view, Ebata sighed.

　　(When reporting these matters to Master, it is best to look for a hot spring or sauna...)

　　Otherwise, based on appearances at this point alone, Maruo would definitely be furious.

　　But this can't be blamed on him...

　　However, feeling that four of her five daughters had been courted by men, even if Ebata himelf was old and weak, he suppressed the urge to complain.

　　Fortunately, one of the quintuplets was saved, and Yotsuba, who was his favorite, didn't fall. Otherwise, Shinichi would have to pray that he would not be left alone, and that someone would be by his side at all times.

　　When people are old, they still pay attention to the emotional life of this younger generation.

　　Sensing the uneasy atmosphere in the backseat, Ebata opened the safe in the car, glanced at the dagger sheathed inside, and closed it with an affectionate smile on his face.

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　　Surveying the surrounding houses, and when a familiar figure came into view, Itsuki immediately quickened her pace, and while running, she waved to the boy standing by the roadside.

　　"Good morning, Asada-kun!"

　　"Good morning, Itsuki." Shinichi glanced at Itsuki, ignoring the breasts that were bouncing up and down as she ran, "I'll go there alone, you don't need to pick me up..."

　　After recovering her breath, Itsuki gave him a serious look.

　　"This is the job of the secretary!"

　　Shinichi rubbed his forehead.

　　Even though he didn't hate this kind of treatment, he still wasn't used to it.

　　"Everyone is waiting for us, let's go."

　　Itsuki was about to lift the luggage.

　　The corners of Shinichi's mouth twitched, and he picked up the large bag in front of him.

　　Itsuki puffed out her cheeks.

　　Shinichi was stared at like this, and fell silent.

　　"What's with your accusing expression... Is there something wrong with me carrying my own luggage?"

　　"...No." Itsuki turned around, "There's nothing wrong at all, Asada-kun, don't worry about it, let's go."

　　The voice became slightly cold, and she walked over first.

　　Shinichi walked side by side with her, and looked at her sullen face.

　　Shinichi reached out the hand that was carrying his luggage, and said jokingly.

　　"Why don't I give you half?"

　　He's kidding.

　　After all, he didn't have the princely sickness to let a girl take his own luggage, and Itsuki didn't have such an obligation, so of course the diw wouldn't really ask her to do it.

　　However, when Shinichi was about to take his hand back, a hand grabbed the strap of the suitcase, and clung to his hand, giving his a warm touch.

　　"...Please let me do this little thing."

Itsuki looked at him with a determined gaze.

　　But after staring at him for two or three seconds, she lowered her head.

　　"This... Then what... I just wanted to help with the luggage... Please don't mind it..."

　　It seemed she also knew that this kind of expression could not be fooled under the "secretary duty" excuse.

　　But Shinichi's expression was normal.

　　"Okay, thank you."

　　He didn't ask why, he just thanked her, and kept his distance from her, so as to avoid misunderstandings that would be difficult to explain due to being too close.

　　Seeing that she wasn't acting strange, Itsuki heaved a sigh of relief

　　While walking, Itsuki lowered her head.

　　She didn't know why she suddenly made such an ambiguous move.

　　However, she could understand where the faint uneasiness in her heart was coming from.

　　It didn't take long before she was no longer his secretary, and she no longer had any reason to follow him openly.

　　So inadvertently, she wanted to do more things for him, and wanted to help him more.

　　Ashamed to say, this wasn't done for him, but to satisfy herself.

　　△

　　Shinichi and Itsuki leave Asada's house.

　　Even though the distance wasn't considered close, the young girl was virtuous and elegant, the youth was calm and gentle, and his temperament was simply a match made in heaven. There was a tacit understanding in walking, and the young girl's faint embarrassment was even more thrilling.

　　No matter how one looked at it, the relationship between them in the photo couldn't be clearly described by one's "friends", "classmates", or "committee mates".

　　In short, there is compassion.

　　The leader of the Asada family, Shinichi's mother, Kazumi hid in the door of her house, held the photo with trembling fingers, and slammed the door loudly.

　　"What should I do… my son is really popular, Fumino-chan and Rizu-chan… You have a slight chance of winning!"