Two Little Girls
A secret that couldn't be easily told to others...
How had the mushroom-haired little girl's attitude changed in such a short time?
Was she willing to tell her?
The little girl was still surprised.
The mushroom-haired little girl pressed her lips together slightly.
Why was she willing to tell the little girl?
"...Because..."
The answer had been in the mushroom-haired little girl's heart all along.
"You saved me twice."
If Big Brother hadn't appeared in time just now, the little girl who had fallen into danger trying to save... trying to save her...
She had already planned to tell the tall, chubby boy what he wanted to know...
But then Big Brother had appeared...
And interrupted her.
Since the little girl wanted to know...
There was no harm in telling her.
It would also be a way to repay the little girl for stepping in to help her twice.
The little girl suddenly understood.
Oh.
But she felt a little embarrassed. "I wasn't expecting you to repay me when I helped you..."
"I know."
The mushroom-haired little girl seemed a little flustered. "I didn't mean that you did anything wrong."
"It's just that you helped me twice..."
"If you want to know, I'm willing to tell you."
"Really?"
The little girl's eyes widened. "You're willing to tell me?"
"You don't feel pressured at all?"
"Not at all."
The mushroom-haired little girl smiled faintly.
"I'm willing—"
"No."
The mushroom-haired little girl blinked. "I want to tell you."
"Would you like to listen?"
The mushroom-haired little girl clenched her fists.
She held her breath without realizing it.
"Of course I would."
The little girl answered at once.
That was exactly what she wanted to hear.
How could she not want to?