Yotsuya Miko set her shoulder bag on a chair nearby, then sat beside Kyosuke. She picked up the milk tea her little brother had just placed on the table and took small sips.
"It really is a little too sweet. I thought you'd like this kind."
She didn't mind drinking from the cup Kyosuke had already tried. They were family, after all. If the little brat didn't drink it, she'd feel bad about wasting her money. It wasn't as if money grew on trees, and she wasn't so rich that she could buy a cup of milk tea just to throw it away.
"By the way, Sis, where'd you go?"
"Just wandered around and visited a friend. What's up?"
"Nothing. I just feel like you've changed a lot."
Yotsuya Kyosuke tilted his head back to look at Miko. His sister hadn't sprouted three heads and six arms, or developed any other strange features, but for some reason, she felt a little unfamiliar to him.
"It's like... you suddenly became an adult?"
"Became an adult?"
Miko set down her milk tea and looked at Kyosuke, seeing her reflection in his eyes.
She didn't think she had changed much, but the reflection seemed to carry an inexplicable air about it. So she reached out her right hand and ruffled her little brother's hair.
"No matter what's changed, your sister is still your sister. Got it?"
As she spoke, she suddenly remembered his earlier antics, and her hand grew a little heavier.
"By the way, Kyosuke, I hope you won't badmouth me at school this time. Otherwise... you know what'll happen."
...All right, so that hadn't changed at all.
Kyosuke nodded in submission. Ever since last time, his sister had started becoming more violent. He didn't know why his originally gentle and kind