The Fourth Period Is Modern Chinese (Continued)

"Yes."

"...I understand. But I can't let you handle it all by yourself."

I searched for "picture book division of labor" on my phone and showed Kawasaki the results.

"Look."

"This picture book... each page was drawn by a different person?"

"Yeah. Even recent picture books are made collaboratively like this. You handle the important pages, and I'll imitate your art style for the rest. That should cut the time in half."

"That would definitely be a huge help, but I can't make you do so much."

"It's fine. You reminded me how important it is to care about your family, so let me help with something this small. Besides, who do you think I am?"

I smiled and placed a hand over my chest.

"I'm Hachiman Hikigaya of the Service Club."

"Thanks—bye-bye—"

Kyōka waved happily as I left the Kawasaki family home under her watchful gaze. Kawasaki walked beside me.

"You really didn't have to see me off. You didn't sleep yesterday, did you? Go home and get some rest."

"It's only a short distance. What's the big deal?"

We walked side by side. The nighttime streets were quiet, making our footsteps sound especially distinct.

"The birthday party went well."

"Yeah. Kyōka was really happy too, so that's good."

We sang "Happy Birthday" with Kyōka, who had gotten excited the moment she saw the cake, to kick off the party. Then we enjoyed the feast Kawasaki had made herself, followed by cake for dessert. Kyōka had cream all around her mouth as she ate, and the way Kawasaki watched her gently left a strong impression on me.

"By the way, did you give your Mother's Day gift yet?"

"Not yet. I'll give it to her when I get home today."

"I see. Don't tell her I picked it out.