Actually, They Both Love A-Zhen Very Much

Yasui Makoto's father, Yasui Koichi, was a middle-aged man who looked calm and capable.

He no longer looked young, but his figure was still upright and lean, with none of the excess weight that came from neglect. He had the fit, hard-edged air of someone who had spent years working in sports.

His gaze was gentle yet sharp, as if he could see right through people. He had the kind of bearing typical of someone who had spent a long time in the sports industry.

When the group followed Yasui Makoto and Kikō Misuzu into the Living Room, Yasui Koichi leaned out of the kitchen, wearing an apron.

Seeing a room full of girls, he gave them a warm but somewhat restrained smile and nodded briefly.

"Welcome. Make yourselves comfortable. Dinner will be ready soon."

His voice was steady and dependable. It carried little emotion, yet somehow put people at ease.

Then he turned his head and raised his voice slightly toward the kitchen. "Misuzu, come give me a hand." After his wife answered brightly, "Sure~," he turned back to the kitchen and continued with his work.

During this time, when his gaze passed over Yasui Makoto, he merely gave him a small nod and said nothing, as though his son had just gone out yesterday and come back today.

While his parents prepared dinner in the kitchen, the clinks of spatulas and the faint sound of their conversation drifted over. Yasui Makoto, meanwhile, kept the girls company in the Living Room.

As soon as they sat down, Hokubu Genkoma looked toward the kitchen and couldn't help asking in a hushed, curious voice:

"A-Zhen, you haven't been home in ages, right? Let's see... Apart from coming back once for New Year's last year, you've only been back two or three