Everyday Life of Sakurasou

Tsundere blonde girl (Eriri) and black stocking senpai (Utaha) in memory.

Interesting.

After working until eleven in the evening, Asahi finally couldn't help but yawn: "Go to sleep."

As he turned off the computer and got into bed to sleep, the door suddenly opened, and Kobato in a nightgown entered.

"Kukuku, half of me, you are specially allowed to sleep with me tonight!"

"Do you want to sleep with me?" Asahi didn't think much about it, and it wasn't the first time, so he turned around to make room.

Kobato slowly drilled in a very familiar way.

Sleepy!

In his gradually fading consciousness, Asahi seemed to hear Kobato's possessive voice: "Onii-chan, he's my only big brother!"

There seemed to be an extra pendant on his arm, Asahi was too lazy to move, but finally adjusted his body, and his breathing gradually stabilized under Kobato's happy gaze.

...

The next day!

When Asahi awoke from his slumber, he probably stood up too hard, and Kobato, who was using his arm as a pillow, woke up too.

Kobato, who was wearing black tulle pajamas, opened her sky blue eyes without colored contacts and woke up with a yawn.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Asahi clapped for the kill.

Kobato was overjoyed and smiled, "Kukuku, with the awakening of my half body, I also woke up from eternal sleep!"

Changed again today.

Asahi stayed for a while, and suddenly smelled a good smell.

Kobato reacted even faster than her: "Kukuku, this… it's a scent laced with blood and sacrificial wails!"

Barefoot, she quickly got out of bed and went to his room on the second floor to change, then washed his face and brushed his teeth. Not long after, Kobato and Misaki were screaming in the living room and kitchen.

This is the daily life of Sakurasou Dormitory.

Slowly getting out of bed, Asahi opened the curtains, breathed in the fresh morning air, and immediately felt refreshed.

"Onii-chan! Time to eat!"

After a while, Kobato's voice was heard.

"Okay."

Asahi quickly came to the restaurant, only Misaki and Kobato were there "Where are the others?"

"Jin has a date, and Chihiro Sensei goes out drinking." Misaki seemed to be in a bad mood.

It's no wonder that whoever your crush hangs around outside every day, you can't seem to be happy no matter what.

But a drink in the morning?

"I am done." Misaki, who is always full of energy, looks lethargic at the moment.

Seeing her disappear into a corner of the living room, Asahi had no choice but to look at her and Jin's choice.

As he sat down, Asahi suddenly remembered that something was wrong.

He walked up to the second floor, almost forgetting about it, because he had only agreed to take care of her yesterday.

Walking to the door of Mashiro's room, Asahi didn't say anything, but pushed it open, and didn't lock the door as expected.

Also expected, there is a scene ahead.

The situation is very different from yesterday. Clothes, underwear, books, and manga were strewn all over the ground. The room seemed to have been swept up in a tornado.

There was no figure of Mashiro on the bed, or on the floor.

Asahi was not surprised, and came to the table with a clear purpose, and the computer screen was still on.

In the grid-cut frame on the screen, was a handsome man with sweet words, holding the cheek of a shy girl who was bowing her head with his hand, and slowly approaching.

The picture is very good, the head-to-body ratio is quite balanced, the frame is appropriate but not very realistic, there are too many lines, and the picture is overdone.

No matter how he looked at it, this was the original manuscript of a shoujo manga.

As for the plot... not at all.

As expected of Mashiro, she came to Japan only to become a mangaka, and Asahi will have a long time to get along with her, so don't rush things.

He didn't see much, but looked under the table instead.

The target person, Mashiro, was sleeping like a hamster curled up in a nest.

"Wake up, Mashiro."

All that could be heard was regular breathing.

Asahi pulled the blanket over her, but Mashiro held it very tightly.

In desperation, he had no choice but to pull Mashiro along with the sheets in the position of a princess carrying.

Sensing any signs of movement, Mashiro lifted her face that was buried in the clothes mixed in the blanket, stared sleepily at the empty space for a while, and then met her gaze: "It's Asahi."

"Good morning, time for breakfast." Asahi laid her down on the bed and suddenly opened the curtains.

"Understood, I woke up." Mashiro slowly crawled out of the blanket, the dazzling sight smeared with holy light made Asahi squint slightly.

"Wear this today."

He randomly finds some matching clothes on the ground and hands them to Mashiro, who reminds him of the old days when he helped dress Kobato.

Both are blonde, except that the pupils are slightly different.

As his sense of aesthetics had been acknowledged by Kobato after years of training, Mashiro saw him and changed his clothes obediently.

Soon after, Asahi helped wash Mashiro's face and brush her teeth, washed her messy long hair again, and dried it with a blower. After packing, the breakfast was cold.

Helpless, had to reheat it.

"Kobato, school starts in two days. Have you finished your homework?" As the saying goes, big brother is like a father, Asahi would occasionally take the initiative to check on Kobato's homework.

"Wooo..." Kobato, who was watching a variety show, froze.

Everyone in Sakurasou Dormitory knew that Kobato was a bit clumsy, and his academic performance was poor.

Asahi doesn't necessarily want his little sister to get top marks, as long as Kobato works hard to finish her homework on time, and he's usually more relaxed.

But even though his academic performance is not good, Kobato is very popular at school, but there are very few friends who can play well with her. Most could only watch from afar and approach her with caution, for fear of scaring her.

The only thing Asahi remembered was that there were two or three like-minded people Kobato hung out with. Asahi had met her from afar when he was helping Kobato hold a parent-teacher meeting.