My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected

"In the summer, people who catch colds... hehehe♪" (Note 21)

She seemed to have thought of something, but hurriedly swallowed the rest of her words and laughed merrily. That smile was far too suggestive, leaving Yui looking puzzled.

"...Huh? What was that?"

"Nothing—"

"You definitely didn't finish what you were saying!"

Yui came over from the kitchen and pressed her for answers. Saying, "It's nothing—," my wife rolled around on the sofa and dodged away. Then the two of them began playfully roughhousing on the couch.

My wife fell onto the sofa, and Yui wrapped her arms around her waist and leaned against her.

It looked very much like when Yui, just recovered from a cold long ago, had cuddled up to my wife. I still remembered it clearly. It had been incredibly cute, so I had taken pictures. I wanted to preserve even the little everyday moments, which had resulted in the Yuihama family owning an astonishing number of photo albums. Photography was not my hobby, but I was confident that I was the best in the world at photographing my wife and Yui at their cutest.

Which was why I regretted more and more that I had not photographed the fruit tart Yui had worked so hard to make.

"I wish I'd taken a picture of that peach tart..."

"It's fine~ I remembered to take one~"

Really? Hooray. Just what I expected from the Yuihama family's mother. Just what I expected from Yuihama's Mother! My wife waved me over, and I obediently walked to the sofa.

"Huh—you took pictures? It didn't turn out that pretty, so that's embarrassing..."

The three of us sat side by side with my wife in the middle, our faces gathered around her phone. Yui looked thoroughly dissatisfied, but the fruit tart in the