"What? Huh?"
Hyuga Wuye could hardly believe his ears.
But Kaguya did not turn around. Instead, she knelt on the snowy blanket, her body bending forward into a seductive curve as she reached out a pale hand and pulled open the wooden window.
A fresh breeze drifted in, carrying a coolness that dispersed the lingering intimacy.
"I mean..."
"Do you like me?"
It was the blooming season of April. Cherry blossoms danced outside the window, just like the unfathomable depths of Kaguya's eyes.
Amid the slight disorder was a quiet beauty of its own.
All sorts of analyses flashed through Hyuga Wuye's mind, racing like a quantum computer...
"I do!"
But before he could figure it out, the words had already slipped out... Ah! That damned charm!
Hyuga Wuye covered his face.
But on second thought, it was nothing much. Kaguya's progress was only around twenty percent open now; it had not reached the point where things would fall apart the moment they were brought to light. He could just treat it as a joke or a misunderstanding.
Anyway, he would absolutely, absolutely never do something as foolish as confessing!
"...You're such a wonderful sister. How could anyone not like you?"
Wuye added, steering the question toward the affection shared between family members.
"Mm."
Kaguya merely gave a quiet hum and said nothing more.
Even though he fancied himself a twenty-first-century master of romance, he could not tell what she was thinking at a time like this.
Was she going to confess? Was the second tomoe about to arrive?
Hyuga Wuye remained calm, because he knew that was impossible.
Like Tsunade, this sister of his was the type who found it incredibly difficult to confess first. How could it be that easy...
"Wuye, you can like your sister, but don't