If Sogo Doma hadn't constantly been dancing madly along the edge of self-destruction, Yukino Yukinoshita's favorability toward him would probably have been quite high. After all, making the second daughter grit her teeth for so long while still managing to keep her from truly lashing out was a skill in itself...
Actually, in Yukino Yukinoshita's heart, Sogo Doma's favorability had generally gone up, up, up—only to suddenly plummet. Those were definitely the lows that made her lose her temper. Unfortunately, the second daughter didn't know that someone had hundreds of ways to deal with it...
For example:
"Sogo said that this would let me become friends with Yukino..." The first time Mashiro said this, the second daughter felt warmth fill her heart. Ever since elementary school, she hadn't heard the word "friends" again. Despite her cold and aloof appearance, the second daughter desired friends more than anyone. At that moment, her favorability rose...
"Huh? Why is there a lunchbox for me?" During one lunchtime, Yukino Yukinoshita asked in surprise, then immediately put on a wary expression. "Doma, what are you plotting?"
"Persecution complex? How could there be so many conspiracies in this world? It's just that being able to grace the parlor and rule the kitchen is the standard for a man of the new era..."
"What kind of standard is that?" the second daughter retorted. "I never asked you to do this, and what you said can easily give people the wrong idea..."
"Fine..." Sogo Doma shrugged. "I just felt that this lunchbox suited Yukinoshita's temperament rather well..."
"That sort of description is for clothing and accessories. A lunchbox is merely food..." Yukino Yukinoshita said expressionlessly. "I brought my own. You're just wasting your effort..."
"But this lunchbox really does suit Yukinoshita's temperament. Won't you take a look?"
"Hm?"