Chapter 3: Jealousy, and More Jealousy

April 5th.

A calm Wednesday. Leaning back in a sunlit terrace seat, dozing off, it feels like I could slip into a pleasant dream world.

“Thank you very much—alright, things have settled down.”

After the busy lunch rush, the flow of customers slows, leaving some breathing room.

While clearing the cup of a salaryman who lingered over a single coffee, I recall his haggard face, marked by the grim aura of death. He must be another warrior in the brutal corporate world.

I was lucky to escape that world early and reincarnate into this one. Honestly, being worked like a grunt is the same in the family business, though.

Two in the afternoon.

As the shop falls completely silent, the doorbell chimes.

“Welcome!”

As I turn, the customer is already right in front of me. No, not just approaching—the customer, a beautiful girl with short black hair, launches herself at me.

“Wahp!”

My face is buried in her ample chest. I-I can’t breathe.

Warm, soft, and somehow smells nice… but seriously, I can’t breathe.

I’m gonna die. I’m gonna suffocate.

“Guh, let go—what the hell is this?!”

Completely confused, I can’t make sense of the situation.

Why is some random, busty beauty throwing herself at me? You don’t even see girls this wild in rom-coms.

“Hehe, sorry, sorry.”

The girl pulls back as she speaks. Feeling the lingering warmth on my face, I observe the beauty in front of me.

She’s tall for a girl, easily over 170 cm—slightly taller than my own 170 cm. Her skin is fair, silky, and smooth. And those deadly chest weapons that nearly killed me.

“Hm? Wait, you…”

A boyish, sharp face. Short black hair. And those infuriating eyes that look at me like I’m beneath her.

From the depths of my memory, that energetic girl leaps out.

This beauty—no, this one—

“Are you Mahiru?”

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Hey there, everyone. Hello. I’m Haruyama Miya.

Today’s the opening ceremony, so there are no classes, and school ended in the morning. After stopping by my club, I came here.

I asked Auntie to let me sneak in through the back, and now I’m hiding in the shadow of the kitchen entrance. It’s a blind spot from the shop, so I won’t get caught. I came to keep an eye on Mahiru, who said she was going to see Yuu-nii, to make sure she doesn’t say anything unnecessary…

But suddenly, here’s a question for you.

Right now, I’m really angry. Why do you think that is?

“Well, it’s been a while, huh, Mahiru.”

“Hehe, you haven’t changed a bit, Yuu-nii.”

“You haven’t either. Well, except for growing in various ways.”

Why is that?

“Man, it’s been a while. Ten years, huh?”

“Ten years since you didn’t come back even once.”

“There’s a deep, dark reason for that.”

While the two share the joy of their reunion, I’m burning with the flames of jealousy.

Haaaah?

What?

What’s that about?

Why did he recognize Mahiru right away?

No, wait a second.

Haaaaaaah?

Sure, Mahiru’s been like that since elementary school, and her hairstyle and personality haven’t changed a bit.

But the difference in how he treated me is like night and day.

And Mahiru, why the hell are you suddenly pressing your boobs against Yuu-nii? And Yuu-nii’s all flustered and smitten.

Mahiru sits at the counter.

“Old man, a cola.”

“Right away.”

“Come on, have a drink with me.”

While sipping her cola, Mahiru makes Yuu-nii sit next to her.

“Why didn’t you come back for ten years?”

“It’s a long story, but in short, I didn’t have the chance to come home.”

You can see the struggles on Yuu-nii’s face as he talks about his time in Tokyo. As if to shake it off, he changes the subject.

“Mahiru, you’re a third-year in high school this year, right? You in any clubs?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m in the volleyball club. Kinda the captain, you know?”

“Volleyball?”

“I started in sixth grade.”

“Volleyball—wait, captain?”

“Yeah, well, sorta.”

Mahiru’s face flushes with pride, mixed with a bit of embarrassment.

“The cheeky little you, a captain… it’s making my eyes misty.”

“…I’m not a kid anymore, you know.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. To me, you’re still a kid.”

“…Idiot.”

“That uniform, it’s from Kita High, right?”

“Yeah. Today was the opening ceremony. I was at training camp until yesterday—”

Ugh, I want to join in on that kind of talk too!

Why are they getting all nostalgic together?

Ugh!

“By the way, how are Miya and Asaka doing?”

Last night, I made it crystal clear not to reveal that the mystery beauty who challenged him to a name-guessing game was me.

Dodge it smoothly.

“Well, they’re doing alright. Asaka went to a boarding school, so I don’t see her much anymore.”

“Hmm, I wonder how those two turned out. Miya’s probably grown into some wild gal or delinquent if she kept going like that… huh? Why are you laughing?”

“Pfft? No reason.”

Mahiru stifles a laugh. Knowing the situation, she must find Yuu-nii and me in this setup hilarious.

“No, it’s nothing, really.”

Mahiru presses her hand to her mouth to hold back her laughter.

“What’s that about?”

“It’s nothing, I said.”

Before Mahiru slips up, I decide to separate them. I pull out my phone and send a message.

“Mahiru, meet me at the Mc○ at Ae○n (angry)”

“Oh yeah, why don’t we bring those two along next time—”

Mahiru seems to notice the message.

“Oh, Yuu-nii, I’m heading out for today.”

“Huh? Already?”

Mahiru stands, and Yuu-nii looks a bit lonely.

“Thanks for the treat. See ya.”

“Yeah.”

After confirming Mahiru left the shop, I slip out through the back door.

Quickly.

2

“Man, Yuu-nii hasn’t changed at all, huh? Maybe his hair’s gotten a bit thinner? Haha!”

At a window seat in the Mc○ at Ae○n.

Mahiru munches on fries, resting her notably larger chest on the table, her volleyball-toned, shapely legs casually crossed.

Her mere presence draws the eyes of every guy around—a magnetic, almost dangerous charm.

Even now, I can feel lecherous stares from tables nearby.

“Look at those two, they’re on another level.”

“Dude, go talk to them.”

“No, you go.”

The guys glance our way, debating whether to approach.

“Sigh.”

I’m not a fan of being gawked at by strangers, but that’s not the issue right now.

There’s a much bigger problem staring me in the face.

“Why did he recognize you right away?!”

I lean forward.

It’s not fair.

I tried all sorts of tricks, and he still didn’t recognize me, but with Mahiru, he knew it was her in a heartbeat.

Discrimination!

A conspiracy!

Unjust!

“Why? Don’t ask me…”

Mahiru says, reaching for a nugget and munching.

“Well, Miya, you’ve changed a lot since back then. You’ve gotten quieter, more reserved.”

“And you’ve been Mahiru the whole time.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Anyway, why didn’t you just say, ‘Hey, Yuu-nii, it’s Miya, long time no see’ when you first saw him?”

“Ugh.”

“Why didn’t you?”

She’s got a point. But a maiden’s heart isn’t solved by logic.

“Because… when we ran into each other at the station, I recognized him right away, but he didn’t notice me at all. Even when we met again that day. If I’d introduced myself in that situation… it’d be like…”

“Like what?”

“Like I was desperate for him to notice me!”

“But you are, aren’t you?”

Mahiru reaches for her shake.

“No, I’m not!”

“What a complicated girl.”

“I’m not complicated! I just wanted to enjoy seeing Yuu-nii’s shock and fluster when he finally realizes the truth.”

“Whoa.”

“Don’t give me that look, Mahiru.”

“I’m not, it’s fine.”

I know I’m heading in a risky direction here.

“But he’s treating you like a complete stranger, right? With no hints, he might never figure it out. It’s Yuu-nii we’re talking about.”

“I know that.”

Mahiru reaches for her second box of fries.

“Ten years for an adult and ten years for a kid are totally different when it comes to how you change. Kids grow. Like, you don’t see a relative’s kid for a year, and they’re completely different.”

“That’s why I’ve been doing something about it.”

“Doing what?”

When I explain the name-guessing game, Mahiru’s face pales.

“…What? You’re doing that?”

“Don’t give me that look, Mahiru.”

“No, that’s worth a look.”

“Anyway, from now on, you’re gonna help me out with this.”

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I think to myself.

Miya’s always been stubborn. She’s gotten quieter, but that part of her hasn’t changed at all.

She’d probably flip if I spilled the beans and told him her name.

Well, it’s entertaining, so I’ll let it slide. Yuu-nii will figure it out eventually.

Still, Yuu-nii after ten years.

Memories flood back.

He played with us a lot back then.

Going to the pool, playing games, hitting the festival. Looking back, we caused him a lot of trouble.

I put a hand to my chest, and the sensation of Yuu-nii’s face comes rushing back.

My heart pounds.

“…”

“Mahiru, you’re thinking something naughty right now, aren’t you?”

“Huh? No way.”

“Why’d you shove your boobs at Yuu-nii out of nowhere? Total perv.”

“It was just a hug, okay?”

“Did you need to hug him?”

“Come on, it’s been ten years. Of course I’d get excited and hug him.”

“No, you wouldn’t!”

“You used to cling to him all the time too, Miya.”

“That was when I was a kid… don’t remind me of weird stuff.”

“Looking back, we were pretty awful brats, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“But it was fun, right?”

“…Yeah.”

Staring out at the bustling crowd beyond the window, we let the memories of Yuu-nii bloom into conversation.

3

Homeroom ends, and the final bell echoes through the school. Students spill from classrooms into the hallways, flipping the density.

In the now-quiet classroom, I stretch big.

“Nnngh~”

I’m not a fan of crowds.

It’s embarrassing to have my chest stared at. Ever since it started growing, I can tell exactly where people’s eyes go. Especially guys—they look down before even making eye contact, and it’s honestly exhausting.

Those with assets have their own struggles.

I wait for the hallway traffic to thin out.

“Yawn.”

I can already hear the sports clubs’ shouts outside.

It’s 4:10.

Guess it’s about time.

No club today, so I’ll take it easy.

“Mahiru.”

A voice calls from the doorway. It’s Miya.

“No club today, right? Let’s walk home together.”

“Sure.”

We pass through the school gate side by side.

“Wanna stop by Yuu-nii’s place?”

“Of course. But don’t say my name, okay?”

“Got it, got it.”

But if I go with her, even Yuu-nii might figure it out, right? Is that Miya’s plan?

“Mahiru and a mystery beauty are connected → they’ve been friends since way back? → way back means Miya?” Something like that.

Hmm, that logic’s a bit of a stretch.

She should just drop her silly pride already. Eventually, we arrive at Moonlight Terrace.

“Alright, I’m saying it again—don’t call me by my name. I need Yuu-nii to figure it out himself.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Miya opens the door.

“Welcome.”

It’s pretty busy for this time of day. There’s just one empty table, so we settle there.

Yuu-nii comes to take our order and looks puzzled when he sees us.

“Hey, Yuu-nii.”

“Mahiru, you know this girl?”

You know her too.

“Yeah, she’s a friend from school.”

Not a lie.

“Hello, Yuu-san.”

Yuu-san?

What’s with that brain-itching way of calling him?

“Hey there.”

Yuu-nii’s got this goofy, smitten look.

“It looks busy today.”

“Yeah, it’s always like this around this time.”

“Must be tough.”

“It’s the job. Haha. I’m surprised you two are friends, though.”

“You know Mahiru-san?”

“I’ve known her since she was this small.”

Yuu-nii holds his hand at waist height.

“Wow, really?”

…What’s with these two?

What am I being forced to watch?

Hey, Yuu-nii. That girl you’re fawning over is one of the brats who drove you nuts ten years ago.

“I’ll have an iced coffee. Mahiru?”

“Hm? I’ll take… a cola.”

“Got it.”

Our orders arrive in about five minutes. The reddish-brown liquid fills the glass, bubbles fizzing up from the bottom with a popping sound. A sip sends the fizzy carbonation tingling through my mouth.

Watching from the sidelines, it’s a pretty funny situation. The fact that they’re both so serious makes it even funnier.

“Yuu, we’ve got things covered here, so go entertain the young ladies.”

Auntie says with a grin. That look—she’s in on it too, isn’t she?

“Huh? But it’s kinda busy…”

“Go on, go on.”

“Alright, if you insist.”

Yuu-nii sits at our table. As if on cue, Miya jumps in.

“By the way, what was Mahiru like as a kid?”

She’s probably trying to jog his memory with childhood talk. But asking like that makes it sound like she doesn’t know my childhood…

“Well, in one word, a brat.”

“Really?”

“Yuu-nii, you don’t need to say anything extra.”

“Sneaking into abandoned houses and getting lost, building secret bases in the mountains…”

“Wow, that sounds like a lot.”

A lot? You were part of it too.

“There were two other brats besides Mahiru. One of them lived next door to this place—”

Miya’s eyes change.

“W-What was she like?”

I swallow hard.

I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

Yuu-nii, you better not say anything unnecessary…

“She was the worst brat of them all.”

Idiot!

“Every single day, she’d do something ridiculous or pull pranks. Total brat vibes.”

I glance at Miya.

She’s smiling, but the corner of her eye is twitching.

This is bad.

“She was so wild, always doing boyish stuff, and I had to clean up her messes every time. It was rough, right, Mahiru?”

“Y-Yeah, sure.”

“You were pretty wild yourself, you know.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Wow, really?”

Miya says, quietly sipping her coffee.

Miya, I get why you’re mad, but you reap what you sow, you know?

If you’re gonna hold a grudge, blame the brat you used to be.

“She was called Miya, but with that reckless brat attitude, she’s probably a full-on delinquent or gal by now. Haha!”

I feel an ominous pressure.

Even at the national women’s volleyball tournament, even when I stood on the podium, I never felt this kind of pressure.

Yuu-nii, stop there. Any more, and it’s a matter of life and death.

“So, what do you think of that girl?”

“Well…”

Yuu-nii puts his hand to his chin, striking a thoughtful pose.

The air grows tense. While other customers relax and enjoy their time, our table is gripped by an eerie tension.

I’m starting to sweat weirdly.

Please, Yuu-nii, don’t say anything unnecessary.

Under Miya’s and my gaze, Yuu-nii opens his mouth.

“She caused all sorts of trouble, but to me, she’s like a cute little sister I’ve known since she was a baby. She moved away, so it’s not easy to see her, but… I’d love to meet her again.”

“R-Really?”

My whole body itches.

To say something that cheesy right in front of her, he really hasn’t figured it out. It’s gonna be rough when Miya realizes.

And Miya, she’s instantly in a good mood.

What a simple girl.

“Wow, I hope you can meet her soon♪”

Her voice rises a pitch, and Miya speaks cheerfully.

“So, shall we hear today’s guess?”

Guess?

Oh, right, she mentioned that name-guessing game.

“Huh? Oh, uh, Kujou Satomi, maybe?”

What’s with that naming sense?

“Wrong. But I’ll let you off without a penalty today.”

“Huh? Really?”

“Yeah, I’m in a good mood today. Alright, let’s go, Mahiru.”

“Uh, yeah. See ya, Yuu-nii.”

“Yeah.”

As we leave the shop, Miya starts skipping in high spirits. Watching my childhood friend’s back, I think to myself.

What a pain these two are.

4

—Lunch break, behind the school building. I was called to this secluded spot.

Waiting for me was a younger male student.

“Haruyama-senpai, please go out with me.”

Staring at his outstretched hand, I take a small step back.

It’s awkward to say, but I get confessed to a lot.

But no matter who it is, I’d never say yes to a confession.

I’ve never once felt my heart flutter for a boy my age. I couldn’t relate at all to the romance talk that excites my female classmates.

TV heartthrobs and idols do nothing for me, and I have zero interest in 2D characters either.

For a while, I wondered if I was just uninterested in romance, but that wasn’t it either.

“Uh…”

“I’m, like, totally in love with you, senpai. I don’t care about the age difference or anything.”

The boy who called me out flashes a confident smile.

“Um… I’m sorry.”

I say in a faint voice. I’m really bad at these situations.

“What!? Why?”

He’s a freshman who just enrolled this year. He’s a cute, handsome guy, and he’s caused a bit of a stir.

He’s probably never struggled with romance. He looks shocked, his face twitching.

“Why… you ask…”

Would it hurt him if I said I’m just not interested?

“Is there… another guy you like?”

Now he’s stepping closer, almost angry.

“…”

When I saw Yuu-nii again at the station, a rush of emotions hit me.

Nostalgia.

Joy.

Anger at the loneliness.

Anger that he never came back.

Anger that he didn’t recognize me.

Amid all that, I noticed a flutter I’d never felt in my life before.

I wasn’t some cold girl uninterested in love. The person I loved was just far away all this time.

I turn on my heel and start running.

“Hey, wait!”

“S-Sorry… ah!”

I stumble over my words as I turn back, then dash into the school building, racing up the stairs. My destination…

“…Hah, hah.”

I’m out of breath by the time I reach the landing. My side hurts. From there, I walk slowly, step by step.

The top floor of the north building, the westernmost classroom. That’s my oasis.

“All done—phew.”

“Why are you so out of breath?”

Leaning back on a leather sofa, Nonaka Seina asks.

“Well, actually…”

I explain what happened.

“Another confession? You’re something else.”

This is the clubroom of the Mystery Research Club, or Misuken for short.

The shelves lining the walls are packed tight with classic mystery novels from all over, old and new.

By the way, I got into mystery novels because of Yuu-nii. He seemed to love them too, and his room was full of them.

After he moved to Tokyo, I often visited his room to ease my loneliness. The books were too hard for me in elementary school, but by middle school, I could read them and got hooked.

“As expected of one of Kita High’s three Ironclad Maidens.”

“Stop it!”

By the way, Seina-chan is the president of Misuken. She’s petite at 150 cm, with semi-long black hair and black-rimmed glasses, a plain-looking girl, but a total weirdo who loves murder cases more than food.

“Third-year Ryuushaku Mahiru, Haruyama Miya, and second-year Togami Yuuhi. All with idol-level beauty, yet none have boyfriends and cut down confessions without mercy. Not a single guy has conquered these three.”

“What’s with that narrator voice?”

Mahiru’s super popular too. And surprisingly, she’s got a huge female fanbase.

“Hence their nickname, the Ironclad Maidens.”

“It’s embarrassing, so stop!”

Who came up with that cringey, chuuni nickname?

“It’s really embarrassing, you know.”

“Alright, alright.”

“Sigh.”

I get confessed to at least once a month. Every time, the whole school stares, and it’s mortifying.

Some girls give me jealous looks, and guys tease me weirdly. But honestly, I get nervous just talking to people I’m not close to, and sometimes I feel sick from the stress.

Deep down, I’m an introvert who hates being noticed.

“Sigh.”

My second sigh of the day.

“Too popular for your own good, huh? What a luxurious problem. In a classic mystery novel, you’d be the first to get killed.”

What a thing to say.

But I really don’t like being bothered by guys.

Back in the classroom, I lift the lid off the trash can in the corner and pull out the bag. It’s my turn for trash duty today.

“Ugh, heavy.”

Then—

“Hey, Haruyama-san. I’ll take care of that.”

“Huh… uh, thank you.”

A guy from my class appears, snatches the overflowing trash bag, and takes off with it.

During fifth period—

“Haruyama-san, I forgot my textbook. Can I look at yours?”

“Uh, sure.”

The guy next to me scoots his desk closer. He forgets his textbook all the time, and I end up sharing mine, our desks pushed together.

The bell rings—ding-dong-ding-dong—and school’s out.

“Hey, Haruyama-san, wanna hit up karaoke with everyone today?”

“Uh, no, I’ve got something today…”

The class playboy calls out to me, and the girls behind him glare at me. What did I do?

“Phew.”

Dodging the pushy guys as usual, I manage to get through another day. Normally, I’d head to the clubroom to chat with familiar club members or go home to read, but…

As I pass through the school gate, my steps feel lighter.

Like I’ve sprouted wings. My footsteps are airy, my heart dancing. Soon, I see the sign for Moonlight Terrace.

“W-Welcome.”

I hear Yuu-nii’s voice as I step through the door. He sounds kind of stiff—maybe he’s tired?

Being here brings back my inner child.

“Hehe, hello, Yuu-san.”

I flash a bold grin.

Alright, what strategy should I use to make him realize today?

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Rewind a bit, twenty minutes before Miya visits Moonlight Terrace.

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Aritsuki Yuu, the guy who can’t handle bugs.

Well, more accurately, he’s now the guy who can’t handle bugs. As a kid, he’d head into the mountains to catch beetles or grasshoppers and so on—

At Moonlight Terrace, near the corner by the restroom. Behind a potted plant, something with an overwhelming presence lurks.

“…”

It’s dark and hard to see, but no mistake.

A glossy body, antennae as long as its body, and that instinctive revulsion. My bug-hate sensor is going off like crazy.

No doubt, it’s that thing.

To run into it here, of all places. I didn’t see them much in Tokyo, but the countryside’s different.

The enemy of humanity.

The black-shining devil.

Tarou-san.

The black bullet.

It has as many nicknames as the fears humanity holds for it. But this is Moonlight Terrace, a restaurant. I can’t just call out its true name. If customers notice its presence, it could lead to complaints and lost business.

It’s 4:30 PM.

The idle time is over, and customers are starting to trickle in. Right now, there are three groups in the shop.

An elderly couple.

A young salaryman.

Two neighborhood aunties.

I’m the only one who’s noticed it so far. Mom’s on break, and Dad’s in the kitchen cooking orders.

I’d love to call Dad for backup, but I can’t risk losing sight of it while I’m gone.

Which means I have to deal with it myself.

Can I even do this?

Not to brag, but I once fainted facing a beetle.

“Excuse me, I’m heading to the restroom.”

One of the auntie customers comes toward the restroom.

“Huh? Oh, sorry.”

I step in front of the pot, hiding it from view.

R-Right now, behind my right foot… it’s there…

Just thinking about it makes me break out in a cold sweat. Please, stay quiet.

Now, what to do? Two options come to mind.

1. 1. Keep things as they are until the customers leave.

1. 1. Take it out without the customers noticing.

Option 1 is tricky. It’s a living thing. It’s still now, but who knows when it’ll move? If I lose track of it… I need to take it out while I know where it is.

But if I fail to take it out, it’ll obviously run. And at insane speed.

If customers see it zipping around the shop, this place is done for. The auntie returns from the restroom, so I finally step away from the pot.

Good, it hasn’t moved.

I look around.

Nothing nearby could work as a weapon…

The broom and mop are in the locker out back, and I think I saw insecticide in the upstairs living room, but I don’t want to leave this spot.

So, crush it with my bare hands…?

No, no, no, no, anything but that.

Dad, running a restaurant and letting that show up—what kind of hygiene is this?

“Wait.”

I get a brilliant idea.

Build a barricade with some kind of board to trap it. Then, when the customers are gone, take it out slowly.

“…Heh.”

As if such a convenient board exists. Come on, Dad, get back here. I could signal you with a look.

Guess I’ll have to stomp it?

Better than bare hands, but these are brand-new sneakers.

What do I do?

What should I do?

The doorbell chimes—ding-a-ling.

“Hah!”

That mystery beauty stands at the entrance.

This is bad. There’s only one way a girl would react to seeing it. She’d scream “Kyaa!” for sure.

Especially a beauty like her, who probably lives a bug-free life. She’d definitely freak out and cry.

“W-Welcome.”

“Hehe, hello, Yuu-san.”

The beauty flashes a bold grin.

“Yuu-san, what are you doing over there?”

Ugh, even in this crisis, her cuteness knows no bounds. She’s like the personification of cute. If she sees it…

“N-No, it’s fine.”

I turn my back, blocking her view.

“Are you hiding something?”

“N-Nothing, really. Hey, Dad, customer!”

“Suspicious.”

The beauty peeks around me, looking down.

“Ah!”

Crap, she saw it. Please, don’t scream…

“So that’s what’s going on.”

What I see next is unbelievable.

The beauty crouches swiftly, reaches behind the pot, and picks it up.

“Here.”

Her face doesn’t even twitch—such a swift move.

“What!?”

“Hm?”

She stands, holding it out.

No, don’t show me its underside!

“Yuu-san, this is a figurine. Pretty well-made.”

“Huh? A figurine?”

“Look.”

In the light, it’s clearly a detailed figurine—not that, but a beetle.

“What? What’s going on?”

“That’s my line… what’s the situation here?”

The beauty tilts her head.

＊

The beetle figurine sits in my palm, with Yuu-nii and Auntie looking down at it from either side.

“Didn’t I teach you how to handle a cockroach in the shop? This was a sneaky test to see if you could do it. Well, we don’t have a cockroach figurine, so I used a beetle one instead.”

Auntie says, exasperated.

“Oh, right. My bug phobia was messing with my head.”

“And we have exterminators come in, so we haven’t seen a real cockroach here in ten years. Right, dear?”

Dad nods silently.

“Yuu-san, you’re scared of bugs, huh?”

It’s obviously a beetle. Oh, right, Yuu-nii once fainted when a beetle got on his face.

Another nostalgic memory comes back to me.