A good-for-nothing was never made in a day! Brainwashing... ahem, habits were formed gradually and imperceptibly. As a qualified oniichan, Sogo Doma paid close attention to his useless little sister's love life—what suicidal boy would dare approach that dumpling? Speak up: did he want his bones ground to dust, or his ashes scattered to the wind?
Fortunately, Umaru was extremely innocent when it came to romance. Although she played the role of a social butterfly at every school she attended, she always kept an appropriate distance from boys—they were merely acquaintances who nodded at each other when they met.
Sogo Doma nodded in satisfaction—just as expected of the little sister he had raised himself. She knew how to conduct herself, when to advance and when to retreat; she was polite, well-mannered, and measured... Of course, that wasn't the point. The point was that she was merely nodding acquaintances with every single boy! Did they know what that meant? It meant his little sister had taken all his past snark to heart!
Thinking back a few years...
"Wow, Umaru, why is this heroine crying her eyes out? Did her game stop being fun, or...?"
"Oniichan, how can you connect games to everything, even while watching a tearjerker like Tokyo Emotional Radio?" Hamster Umaru, who had been working herself into a melancholy mood, instantly felt the atmosphere vanish and said with dark lines crawling over her face.
"I'm just curious. Doesn't this kind of plot boil down to him misunderstanding her, her missing him, and him finding another her...?"
"Oniichan, that summary is way too barebones, isn't it? The screenwriters would cry. They really would!"
"But my summary isn't wrong, is it? Could love itself be like that?" Sogo Doma said with an "astonished" expression.
"Oniichan, if you put it that way,