Inside Eimi's Room

Not long after that, Anzu and I returned to their house, walking side by side once again.

However, the girl stopped me from questioning her about what she did. She simply slipped back to her previous disposition, demanding me to treat her as an older sister.

Or so, that’s how she wanted to act. It became noticeable that she already softened up a lot. Instead of annoying me, she started trying to spoil me every chance she could get.

Her mood was uplifted. It bloomed like a sunflower under the nice and bright sunlight.

That’s great for her. Better than the forlorn expression of hers when she mentioned her complex and everything she’s doing to battle it.

Upon entering their house, Anzu went to the kitchen first, drinking half a carton of fresh milk before heading straight to her room.