Squeak—
"Sakura, I heard you were feeling a little unwell... huh?"
Rin, who had pushed open the door and entered, froze when she saw Shinji and Shirou in the room.
"Thank you for your concern, Sis... Tohsaka-senpai. I'm fine now," Sakura said with a grateful smile.
Looking at this somewhat bizarre combination, Shinji suddenly thought of something. ...The high-jump group... no, was this a gathering of people here to watch Shirou do the high jump? Wait, hadn't I promised to support my little sister? So what I should be doing now is playing wingman...
"That's good. In any case, get some proper rest. I need to speak with your brother about something."
Before Shinji could say anything, he blanked at Rin's words.
What was going on?
"Come on."
Without waiting for Shinji to react, Rin grabbed the hem of his clothes and dragged him away.
Sakura could only watch helplessly as her sister pulled her brother away, not daring to stop them.
On the familiar rooftop, Shinji kept his head down and ate the bento Sakura had prepared that morning from beginning to end, savoring every bite.
Although it was Saturday and there were only morning classes, Sakura had still prepared a bento. Perhaps it was because she had archery club activities in the afternoon.
Sitting beside him, Rin held the bread and milk she had bought, her mouth twitching, eye spasming, and forehead lined with dark creases as she watched Shinji.
Incidentally, Rin had maintained that pose for a full five minutes.
It all began when they had just arrived on the rooftop:
Rin: Stop playing dumb. Sakura wasn't feeling well because she inherited the Matou Family's Magic Crest, wasn't she?
Shinji: What nonsense are you talking about? Grandpa was cremated. How could he possibly have left something