When would I be able to tell the story of myself more clearly?
In kindergarten, I hadnāt met Azusa yet, and in elementary school, I hadnāt met Kirari, so perhaps the best way to tell the story would be about middle school.
Well,⦠it is around middle school that my ⦠ego started to grow and I started to think about who I am and what kind of person I am, so that would be an appropriate time to start.
I thought I was the protagonist back then.
⦠No, that information is not appropriate.
When I was in elementary school I lost confidence in myself after my mother gave up on me.
At that time, I still thought of myself as something close to a āmob characterā.
Of course, I was still a child at the time and didnāt think too deeply about things, but I remember well how suffocating it wasā¦
It was my childhood friend Yuzuki, my stepsister Azusa, and Kirari, my friend, who helped heal me.
Thanks to these three people, I was finally able to look forward.
They made me think that maybe I could be the protagonist, too.
Thatās why I wanted to tell Shiho the story of what happened after I met the three of them.
In light of this, I felt that the most appropriate time was in the third year of middle school.
Before I met Ryuzaki.
It was around March, when I was in my third year of middle school and on the verge of entering high school.
It was roughly a year ago now, I guess.
At that time⦠I was trying to make the three of them happyā¦
āIt was the middle of March. The middle school graduation ceremony was over, and it was the day of the high school acceptance announcements.
āOnii-chan, I wonder if Azusa and her friends⦠have passed the exam properly?ā
I remember how anxious Azusa was in the morning.
Azusa was so nervous that even her favorite fried egg, which I made her for breakfast, did not go down her throat.
āWell, is that so? ⦠we studied a lot together, so if Azusaās going to fail, Iām going to fail with her.ā
āI-Is that so? If so, itās a good thing that I wonāt be alone⦠Thatās not good. Weāre going to pass the exam together and enter high school together.ā
Neither Azusa nor I had good grades.
However, we both studied hard because our mothers insisted that I enter a high school with a slightly higher level of education.
Basically, our mother never tried to get involved with Azusa, who is not related to her by blood.
She was the one who was always trying to talk to me, but she tended to be a little gentler with her than with me, perhaps because she was not her own daughter, or perhaps because she was the child of a husband who loved her.
Azusaās only strong advice was to enroll in a proper high school.
Perhaps because of this pressure, Azusa was even more nervous.
āUgh ⦠I wonder what mom will say if Iām not accepted. Onii-chan, I really wonder if youāll be okay. Wouldnāt they throw Azusa out of the house?ā
āDonāt worry. Sheās a person who cares about public appearance, and I donāt think sheāll do anything that would cause such a bad publicity.ā
āI donāt feel very comfortable with that reason.ā
To cheer up Azusa, whose face had gone pale, I was more playful than usual at that time. I thought that by doing so, I could ease Azusaās anxiety.
It was a bit presumptuous for a mob character.
I was so conceited that I was taking a lot of actions that ⦠would be unthinkable for the me of today.
āOnii-chanā¦Could you cheer me up just a little bit?ā
Then again, Azusa also missed me at that time, so we were closer than we are now.
She rubbed up against me as though she were in contact with Ryuzaki.
Moreover, she offered me her head to press against me and her ⦠gesture was like she was saying āpat my headā, so I was patting her head as a matter of course.
And then, of course, I was doing that.
āOkay, okay. Calm down⦠youāre a good girl.ā
When I did that, Azusa always laughed at me.
ā⦠Hmm. Thank you, Iām fine.ā
She looked a little embarrassed.
But it would be a lie to say that I didnāt think that my happy and friendly smiling stepsister was cute.
I truly cherished Azusa.
Of course, since Azusa also spoiled me so much, it was not unreasonable for me to misunderstand that she was thinking about me in the same way.