Akasaka's eyelids twitched wildly twice as a thought crossed his mind: This famous scene feels awfully familiar... It can't be that much of a coincidence, can it?
Sure enough, when the girl raised her head, a familiar yet youthful girl with a curvaceous figure came into Akasaka's view:
"Um... I have nowhere to go. Could you take me in for just one night? I can wash dishes and do chores for your family... Please, just let me stay for one night. I'll leave the next day..."
There it was... This familiar scene... There was no mistaking it... Akasaka had roughly guessed the girl's identity, and his head began to ache.
But there was something he had to clarify, so he crouched down and leaned close to the girl's ear to ask her.
He muttered something incomprehensible.
However, the girl's cheeks immediately flushed red, tears gathering in her eyes. "I've never done that kind of thing... I just ran away from home, and I don't have any money or anywhere else to go. I'm not desperate enough to do that."
Akasaka stood up, finally relieved. "Looks like things haven't reached that point yet..."
But Akasaka didn't dare bring this girl home. Although he had entertained some improper thoughts, he didn't really dare to.
If he brought her home, Mahiru would tear him apart alive. So he looked at Miko Yotsuya beside him. "Look at how pitiful this girl is. Why don't you take her in for the night?"
Miko Yotsuya: "..."
Miko Yotsuya looked utterly bewildered. Why had this suddenly become her problem?
She did feel sorry for the girl, but that didn't mean she could just take her home. How was she supposed to explain this to her mother?
Bringing a whole living person home like that—her mother would scold