From Deep Conversation to Playful Chaos

With plates scraped clean of the dessert, the lively chatter at the dinner table had gradually turned into softer conversations.

Minoru, satisfied with the victories he acquired while playing with Eri and Futaba and full from the two desserts he had eaten, had started to yawn. His bedtime had already arrived and no matter how much energy he recovered from eating, it couldn't stop his drowsiness from taking over.

Noticing the boy's drooping head, Miwa-nee ruffled his hair, “Alright, Minoru. Time for bed. You’ve had enough excitement for one day. Ruki, can you help me carry him upstairs?”

The little boy pouted slightly, but a single look from Miwa-nee was enough to dispel his protests. He then looked at me, as though trying to find an ally, but I just opened my arms, picking him up from his chair.