A massive LL-sized delivery pizza loomed imposingly on the table.
It was from one of those junk-food chains constantly advertising on TV. And not just any pizza—this one was loaded with extra toppings, a calorie bomb of the kind some unhinged streamer might order as a stupid stunt.
And on the slice in Izumi’s hand—
Even more extra cheese!
A delivery pizza already piled with a lethal dose of cheese…
…and then buying additional cheese to melt over it with a torch, as much as you wanted!
This demonic act.
This unholy ritual with zero regard for health.
The mountain of oozing cheese—practically the physical manifestation of a high school boy’s wildest fantasies—dripped from Izumi’s fingers onto the plate.
Meanwhile, his cute female classmates egged him on with claps and cheers:
“Go for it, Izumii~ Keep going! ♪”
“Izumiii sama~ Let’s go even further! ♪”
A literal scene from hell.
Izumi scratched his cheek awkwardly, avoiding eye contact as he spoke.
“Uh… S-Hakua-nee… I mean, Shiragiku-senpai… I’m… home…”
“Izumi-kun… welcome back…”
That was all Hakua could muster.
She felt immense relief that this wasn’t the giggly, flirty scenario she’d imagined for a second—but at the same time, her thoughts being so thoroughly tainted by filth filled her with deep shame, making her hang her head.
Then, she noticed Nanao was also there.
“Y-You too… why are you here…?”
Nanao seemed equally shocked by Hakua’s sudden appearance, her eyes wide as she stammered out a reply.
“Uh, well… I came with Meina-chan after Izumi-kun’s shift… But, Student Council President, why are you here…?”
“…………”
At that answer, Hakua’s lips twitched violently.
Her sharp glare landed on the subordinate she should have been able to trust.
“Huh? Why the scary face~? What’s wrong~?”
“……No reason. I just haven’t seen you before.”
She forced a soft, gentle smile.
At least in front of Izumi, she had to pretend this was her first time meeting Meina.
“You must be Akeboshi-san. I’m Shiragiku, the student council president.”
The last shreds of her rationality desperately held Hakua back.
The blood of royalty granted her composure at the critical moment. With Izumi and Nanao watching, she could not expose her connection to Meina.
Meina grinned back and played along smoothly.
“Ohhh~? Student Council President~? Nice to meet you~! ♪”
Despite their outward smiles, the air between them crackled with tension.
(No. Stay calm, Hakua. This isn’t the time to fix things with Meina!)
She steeled herself.
Then, she turned to Izumi with the most pressing question.
“Izumi-kun. What, pray tell, is the meaning of this… travesty?”
“Uh, well…”
And Izumi—
—said nothing, quietly averting his gaze.
An uncharacteristically hesitant reaction.
He looked almost crushed by guilt—like he’d been caught in a scene he never wanted Hakua to see.
The reason?
Hakua’s eyes widened in realization.
(Could it be…? Did he really… with Nanase Nanao and Meina…!?)
A wild, tangled brawl of passion!?
It was possible—Hakua considered this calmly. This un-Izumi-like gluttony? Maybe he needed the energy for that. Of course, that was ridiculous—but her usual sharp mind was too frazzled to function properly.
Her voice trembled as she demanded the truth.
“Izumi-kun. Was this… consensual?”
“…………”
Izumi slowly set his pizza slice down. He bit his lip, then met Hakua’s gaze with a pained, almost sorrowful resolve.
“…Yes.”
Tears welled up in Hakua’s eyes.
“I—I don’t even care about you anymore, Izumi-kunnnnnn!!”
“Hakua-nee!?”
She stormed out of Izumi’s room and retreated to her own.
A table laden with inexplicably luxurious dishes. A living room stacked high with mysterious cardboard boxes. This place felt entirely detached from reality—what was this? What even was this!?
Hakua slumped in exhaustion.
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(What… am I even doing…?)
She had devoted years of her life to Izumi.
And yet—no, she wasn’t expecting anything in return—or was she? She wasn’t sure, but one thing was clear: all her efforts had gone completely unnoticed.
After Nanao’s “I love you!♡” bomb the other day, she’d realized he didn’t see her as a woman at all.
Just as she was planning her counterattack, the very erotic ally she thought was on her side had led Izumi straight into delinquency.
And now, she was less important to him than these random girls.
Hakua covered her face with her hands and groaned.
(Mom! At this rate, I’m just turning into a mom!!)
Yeah.
(I’m not saying he has to love me, but at least his first kiss or something could’ve been with me! This is no different than some one-night stand with a girl he picked up!!)
Her thoughts were a mess.
The truth was, Hakua had sealed away her own romantic desires—ones perfectly normal for her age—because of her belief that she had to be Izumi’s dependable big sister. She didn’t want to scare him off by being too aggressive… which, given Izumi’s complicated family history, was a perfectly sound strategy!
But that very knowledge of his past and true capabilities had blinded her.
In her obsession, she’d completely overlooked how weak Izumi was to romantic advances!
(No, no, Hakua! You’re the future head of the Shiragiku family! You can’t cry over this!)
She opened the lid of the simmered cherry sea bream head in the kitchen.
Its beady little eyes seemed to gaze at her and say, “Cheer up, sis,” in a suave voice. …Or maybe she was just tired.
(But… what do I do? Izumi-kun’s turned into a delinquent, and he only sees me as a mom… What should I—?)
She needed a way to turn things around.
Well, Meina had been her plan to do just that—but now that girl had gone rogue as an independent agent…
And then—!
The door to Hakua’s room swung open.
Izumi stood there.
“Hakua-nee!”
“Izumi-kun!?”
And he saw it.The disastrous table, looking like some overeager newlywed had blown her entire budget on a feast…
He immediately understood—this was all for him.Why could he grasp that but not her feelings!? At this point, it was the greatest mystery of the century, worthy of its own TV special.
“This… was all for me…?”
“…………”
Hakua lowered her eyes slightly.
Her silent confirmation was all Izumi needed. He felt deep regret for having hurt her so badly.
Hakua bit her lip—normally, the ideal big sister would cheerfully say, “Don’t worry about it!” But after the Nanao-bomb and everything since, she was too emotionally drained to pretend.
“Izumi-kun. I never thought you were this kind of person…”
—Bringing girls home.
Sure, she and Izumi used to be engaged.
But now? Their relationship was technically nothing. Her doting was entirely one-sided.
Yet Hakua was still a teenage girl.
Logic alone couldn’t suppress her feelings. And those feelings had smoldered since their broken engagement—now surging into a storm.
Izumi responded by bowing deeply,
full of remorse.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking…”
—About the pizza.
Izumi’s thought process?
He actually thought Hakua was mad at him for “ignoring her carefully prepared, nutritious meal in favor of sinful delivery pizza!”
Which, admittedly, was a fair thing to feel guilty about—she did always go out of her way to take care of him.
But his utter obliviousness to her romantic feelings was so absolute, even Hakua couldn’t see through it.
A flicker of joy (misplaced) that he understood her feelings—(he didn’t)—but the lingering resentment over his philandering kept her words sharp.
“I don’t want excuses. You know how those two feel, don’t you?”
—Bringing girls home.
“I’m not making excuses. This is my fault. But…”
—The pizza.
“But what? Do you enjoy making me feel miserable!?”
—BRINGING GIRLS HOME!
“That’s not it! But I’m a guy my age! Of course I’d be into this stuff!!”
—THE PIZZA!!
Their hopelessly mismatched argument was abruptly cut short by an intruder.
“Okayyy~, that’s enough, you two! ♪”
Clapping her hands to grab their attention was, in a way, the very person who’d caused this mess.
Meina, radiating an unusually reliable aura, gave Izumi a knowing look.
“Izumi sama. Leave this to me.”
“Huh? But—”
“Heheh. Don’t worry. Even if we just met, some things only girls understand. Or rather… nothing you say right now will fix this.”
“…Got it.”
Izumi nodded reluctantly, hesitating for a moment before finally leaving Hakua’s room.
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