Nakano Nino couldn't resist her curiosity. She reached out and turned over the thigh-high sock, only to find a familiar pair of panties.
That color, that style.
Weren't these Ichika's?
It was like a flash of lightning had streaked through Conan's mind. She snapped fully awake.
"My guess was right. Ichika really wasn't wearing any that day."
Nakano Nino didn't know how she felt.
Angry?
Definitely.
As her sister, she didn't like seeing Ichika get up to such perverted things...
Nakano Nino glanced at the athletic shorts in her hand, then simply took out the panties.
Sure enough, they were clean.
Great.
Ichika, if you're wearing my thigh-highs, then I'll wear your panties in an emergency.
That seemed fair.
To keep Fushimi Makoto from getting suspicious, Nakano Nino put on Ichika's panties and then pulled on the athletic shorts, too.
Only after she'd finished did she leave the bedroom, finally feeling at ease.
But as soon as she reached the living room, she discovered that the thigh-highs she'd left on the sofa were gone.
That couldn't be right. They'd been right there just a moment ago.
Nakano Nino hesitated, then stood up. Her injured foot felt much better, so she headed toward the kitchen.
Just then, Nakano Itsuki came out with a plate of food. The moment she saw Nino, she asked, "Were you looking for your thigh-highs?"
"Yeah. So you took them?"
"Your socks were covered in mud and rainwater, so you couldn't wear them anyway. I told Makoto... Fushimi, and bagged them up for you."
"Oh."
Nakano Nino nodded.
Then she realized something and asked, "What did you just call Fushimi?"
Nakano Itsuki blushed. She'd let the name slip while calling out in the kitchen, forgetting that she was supposed to keep it a secret.
"Itsuki, you're acting