Mirai's smile stiffened for a moment. He hadn't expected Mikoto to be right.
"When did you find out?"
"I knew a long time ago." Naori shot Mirai an annoyed look. "I knew the first time you invited her to soak in the hot springs. Did you think my Sharingan was just for show?"
"...Then why didn't you ask me?"
"I was waiting for you to tell me yourself." Naori looked at him, her gaze calm. "But you never did, so I asked you today."
Mirai fell silent for several seconds, then took a deep breath.
He remembered what Mikoto had said before—"Naori probably already knows. Find a time to make things clear."
Fine, then. He would make things clear.
"Naori, even if you might think I'm being awful, I still have to say this—" He raised his head and looked at her. "I like you, and I like your sister too."
Naori said nothing. She merely looked at him.
"I know it sounds like I'm a scumbag, but I'm serious."
Gritting his teeth, Mirai simply poured out everything in his heart. "I want both of you. If I had to choose only one, I'd definitely go crazy! If you want to curse me, then curse me."
Naori looked at him for a long while, then the corner of her mouth curved upward.
That smile carried a hint of helplessness and amusement.
She turned her head aside. Moonlight fell over her profile, and the tips of her ears flushed faintly red.
"You..." Her voice was soft. "You really are greedy beyond belief."
"That's my sister, and you still want both of us."
"I don't care. I want both!"
Naori turned back and cast him a charmingly exasperated look.
That glance held a coyness rarely seen on her face, like a crack