Chapter 100: Yuika Sakamoto

Chapter 100: Yuika Sakamoto

Ding-ding!

As soon as the sound came from the entrance door, we all turned our heads simultaneously.

In a moment of silence, quickly making a decision, Sakamoto was the first to move.

Ill handle the entrance!

He threw down the pro controller he was holding and ran towards the entrance.

A cover was needed since the living room was immediately visible after the short hallway at the entrance.

I caught the controller falling to the floor and quickly ended the game, while Satoru hurriedly turned off the TV with the remote control.

All this took about five seconds.

It was truly fantastic teamwork.

Huh? Brother? Why are you at the entrance?

Ah~ I came out to meet you since it seemed like you were here.

Really?

Sakamoto, who excellently played the role of a cover, glanced at us.

When Satoru gave a thumbs up as an ok sign, Sakamoto also turned his hand behind his back and gave a thumbs up as well.

It felt like a strange bond had formed between us.

Brother, whos at home?

Oh? Ah, some friends from class came to hang out.

No wonder youre doing things you dont usually do.

The girl who entered naturally conversing with Sakamoto had orange hair tied in half twin tails, similar to Sakamoto.

When she met my eyes, she slightly bowed her head with a surprised expression.

Hello.

Fortunately, she didnt seem to be scared.

Probably because we met on the subway last time.

Yuika, Im here too!

As Satoru waved his hand cheerfully, saying that, Sakamotos younger sister put her hand on her waist and spoke as if it were ridiculous.

Brother, just stop it already.

Whats with this difference in treatment?!

Thats because you always teach my brother weird stuff!

Thats honestly slander!

You even secretly brought those naughty magazines last time!

Now, now, both of you, dont do this here

Brother (You), stay out of this!

Sakamoto

I didnt know that he was in a position where he was secretly mistreated.

Sakamoto Yuika.

In the fading memories, before I possessed this body, I still vividly remembered her overall appearance and name.

This was because Sakamoto Yuika was unmistakably one of the main heroines of Scramble Love.

She was a super popular character, having ranked third in the latest popularity poll.

One might wonder how a sister could be a heroine, but in Japanese love comedy, it was rarer for a sister not to be a heroine.

Whether she was a biological or step-sister.

It was probably to appeal to otakus shouting for sister moe, but honestly, in these love comedies, the sisters would end up with the loser ending unless the writer goes crazy.

She even remembered the date.

I never expected her to still remember something from two years ago.

Her memory was indeed extraordinary.

Really? We met before?

I had no choice but to pretend ignorance in response to Sakamotos question.

Im not sure. We get so many customers at the store.

Then Yuika, biting into an apple she had cut, said,

Your face looks similar, but your body has changed so much. I honestly didnt recognize you at first. What happened over these two years?

I gave a wry smile upon hearing her words.

Ive just been working out a bit more.

It might sound like a lie, but it was true.

We, eating the fruits cut by Yuika in the living room, took the remaining snacks and entered Sakamotos room.

Of course, for a perfect crime, we also brought in the game console from the living room.

Whew, I thought we were caught.

Like a bomb disposal squad, Satoru carefully removed the chip of the Bakuyu Hyper Action game and wiped his forehead, murmuring.

Sakamoto, standing next to him, nodded in agreement with his arms crossed.

Id rather be caught watching porn than this. Its kind of embarrassing.

It was a game that was embarrassing no matter where you played it.

Definitely not the kind of game you could proudly say, Hey, I play this!

Anyway, since Yuika, Sakamotos sister, had taken over the living room TV, all we could do was play in his room.

Here, a cushion.

Ah, thanks.

I sat down on the cushion Sakamoto handed me and looked around.

Sakamotos room, like any other high school boys, had a simple layout with a desk filled with various manga and textbooks, a bed, and a wardrobe with a cabinet.

The difference from a Korean high school students room was the lack of a personal computer.

In Japan, it was not unusual not to have a computer at home, so many people first encounter computers when they go to university.

They even had to learn how to type from scratch.

Meanwhile, Satoru, as if he were in his own home, jumped onto Sakamotos bed and asked,

But when does Yuika have her vacation? Is her academic schedule different from ours?

Her middle school seems to have it next Tuesday. They said something about lacking the number of class days for the first semester.

As he answered and tilted his drink, Sakamoto accidentally spilled it on his clothes, panicking and quickly reaching out.

Ugh! Tissue! Tissue!

Hearing that, I stood up.

Tissue? Where?

Its on top of the cabinet!

My limited view had obscured it, but then I noticed the tissue box on top of the cabinet.

Thump!

Not sure how many he needed, I lifted the entire box of tissues, then felt something touch the back of my hand and looked down.

Next to the tissue box was a decorative object shaped like a cats head, which seemed to have touched me.

Here it is huh?

As I turned around saying that, I suddenly lost my words.

Because behind Sakamoto, who was flustered by the spilled drink on his clothes, floated a man with black skin.