"Ah... you... what are you doing in my house?"
Hearing Mirai's words, Inoue's thoughts began to drift. Then she shyly lowered her little head, her small hands kneading the hem of her skirt. This little woman was quite alluring.
Looking at Inoue's appearance, Mirai felt his worldview was on the verge of collapse.
Why does this twelve-year-old girl feel more mature than me?!
"Ahem... Don't say that. Um... would you like some oden?"
Although Mirai could be a little ridiculous at times, he truly felt guilty about holding hands.
"They're all my sisters. They're all my sisters. Even if they did it, it wouldn't be too late for them to grow up... Sora is color, and color is Sora..."
Mirai reminded himself over and over in his mind. After thinking it through carefully, he felt that everything had become better again.
"Yes, but, Mirai... why are your eyes so bloodshot?"
"Mm... maybe I didn't sleep well last night."
"But you didn't."
"Keep asking, and I'm leaving!"
Inoue stuck out her tongue disdainfully and skipped over to the oden stall, shouting, "Fine, fine, they don't need to ask anymore!"
Mirai shrugged, stood beside Inoue, and ate the pot of oden she had ordered.
Seeing Mirai eat with such relish, Ino puffed out her cheeks, picked up a skewer of golden fish balls in front of him, waved it smugly before his face, and quickly began eating as if provoking him.
Mirai looked at Inoue and could not help laughing. "If you eat like that, you'll get fat. Be careful, or you'll become a huge fatty. No one will want you!"
"Ah..."
Ino actually believed him. She hurriedly slowed down and lowered her head to eat. Even as she ate, she did not forget to sneak glances at Mirai from time to