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Chuuko demo koi ga shitai volume 2 prologue
“Come on… Araaa~miiiyaaaa… wake~upppp………”
Squirming my body in protest, it felt like something heavy was pressed down on me, restricting my movements.
Like someone sitting on me, it was unpleasant.
Sunlight poured into my room, like a signal my brain started to boot up…. Did I leave my window curtains open?
Like my breathing, I struggled to piece together what was going on…
If it was any other morning, no one would bother to enter my room…. So, who was it that disturbed my sacred slumber and turned off my alarm?
Today should have been like any other day where I awoke to the sound of my alarm and went to school…. Was my clock ever going to ring… was it asking for “just 10 more minutes?” Also, when would my bed stop shaking?
This thought floated in my mind, as I slowly opened my heavy eyelids reluctantly.
Alright, what’s the heavy thing that’s been sitting on top of me?
I struggled to see what was in front of me as my eyes adjusted to the sunlight pouring into my room. As my vision slowly came into focus, I finally realised who it was.
“Oh! Aramiya, you’re awake.”
It was Ayame herself.
Why’s a friend of mine in my room now?
She was in her school uniform, kneeling on top of my stomach..
….Eh?! How?! WHAT’S GOING ON HERE!?
Am I dreaming?
Didn’t I dream about something similar with her in it?
But wait… the warmth of the sunlight on my face… and how oddly real everything feels
THIS IS NOT A DREAM?!?!
I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Startled, Ayame quickly retreated to the end of my bed, sitting in seiza
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! I’M TOTALLY MYSTIFIED ABOUT WHY THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME!! Blood was still rushing to my brain, as I continued to process what was happening. “H-H-H-H-HOW’D YOU GET IN HERE?!”
I scanned my surrounding…….
My bed, desk, bookcase, my wardrobe, my wallpapers along with my ceiling. Yeap, this was definitely my room.
The sharp, intimidating eyes that have mellowed out recently, the face that was not far from the praise it received, her black twintails, long and flowing. Ayame, continued to twirl her hair in her finger out of anxiety… stunned by her beauty, it struck me that I was still in my boxers, as my mind exploded in embarrassment.
I started becoming numb, as my mind pieced everything together…
I swear! I really didn’t take her home with me.
“G-G-Good morning Aramiya”
“Ooh, Mmmh, morning Ayame.
She didn’t answer my question and just greeted me instead, habitually I greeted her as well.
It may be due to recent events, but I quickly regained my composure and could process things better now.
“So… Like yesterday while I was playing an eroge, I saw this one scene and I wanted to try doing this~ you know…”
“Well, it’s fine if you wanted to learn how to cook and make food… But… how the hell did you get in my room?!”
“I got Kiyomi-chan to help.”
Oh, so it was my little *Himōto huh.
Since when were those two so close with each other, that they could talk to each other?
“W-what did I do wrong?! Should I have shaken you more vigorously to wake you up? Or Should I have just pulled down the blanket? Ahh, or should we have slept together last night….!?”
You’re not even close to anything at all.
This girl may probably be thinking that I’m still speechless because I got woken up in an unusual way.
Originally, she was a ruthless delinquent that would wail even at a crying child. But recently, she changed her hairstyle to a pair of twintails and even started playing eroges. She was a full blown Otaku.
I am the main cause. To be honest, I’m still feeling guilty as well.
“If I’m cuter than those girls in animes and games that would be enough right!?”
Memories of what she said echoed through my mind like the fond memories of my favourite eroge scenes. She declared this right after I refused her confession after I (coincidentally) rescued her when she got assaulted by a group of gangsters
From that day onwards, Ayame tried to do many things, such as copying scenes from Eroges. But today, she was being truly ruthless…
“So does it mean I have to be a real childhood friend to be able to do this? Or do I have to be your younger sister?”
“Umm, that’s not the problem here.”
It’s true that nine out of ten people that have woken me up, were friends at school or my younger sister.
“If I can’t be your younger sister, then do you have any other way to make me your childhood friend now?”
“If there was then it would be insane.”
If I knew you for a couple of years, then it might still be possible to be called a childhood friend. But we just became friends during high school, so if we just suddenly started calling each other childhood friends, then that would be a bit too difficult.
And in my opinion, having a childhood friend was something very sacred. In some aspects, it might be more sacry than a being a younger sister.
Childhood friends were called so… obviously because they’re old friends that one had since childhood; they didn’t even have to be blood related, unlike a younger sister.
That’s why if we want to be childhood friends, there must be a halo.
That halo is ‘History’, tying our relationship together with stability.
Damn, having a childhood friend would be awesome.
I also wanted to enter the 2D world and let my childhood friend climb through the window to wake me up in the morning too. If she called my name ending with ‘chan’ that would be even better.
“Sei-chan, time to wake up, or breakfast is going to get cold”
If I have the opportunity to hear something like that, then I won’t have any regrets at all.
“Kotoko-san, if you haven’t had any breakfast, do you want to have breakfast together?”
And suddenly, I hear my younger sister shouting from the other side of the door.
“Hold on! Kiyomi, was it you who secretly helped her! Did you forget to say something?”
“You’re being very noisy you shameless virgin! I’m not talking to you!”
Once I start moaning, Kiyomi slammed the door open as she spewed insults.
Her eyes filled with rebellious rage, her fluffy brown hair clipped with a hairpin. Her chest that was nonexistent, flat as a board. She was so skinny that one could only feel pity at how skinny she was.
She wore the same school uniform as us, but her skirt pleats and collar crease were a different colour, signifying that she was a year under us. She wore white knee high socks that accentuated her calves, that secretly had a high kicking power.
If I have to guess what high school girls these days look like, if I needed to give an example of how high school girls look like, then she was a perfect fit. No matter how one compared, we didn’t look like siblings at all.
“A person like you can just go bite the dust, moreover, when are you going to leave the room?”
She’s such a reproaching sister. Feeling any sense of shame from her comments had long been lost on me… Sisters in the real world are like this you know.
I really want to know what could cause her to lose her innocence, it was only a few years back that she was still calling me ‘Onii~chan’.
“Is it really going to be fine?”
When Ayame asks hesitantly, Kiyomi made a wide smile on her face. It’s the first time i’ve seen her with that expression. I’m curious about how she develops those facial muscles.
“It’s definitely gonna be fine! Mom and Dad also told me that they want to eat together with you. if it’s Kotoko-san, then I would gratefully welcome you! Hurry up and join us!”
Kiyomi exclaimed happily before walking enthusiastically down the stairs.
They are very close to each other, like sisters…
“Having a sister is great you know”
“If you want her as your sister, just take her then.”
“Wa-wait a sec, she’s your younger sister. Just be nice to her. In the eroges, no matter how much the protagonist complains about her annoyance, in the end he always ends up being kind to her.”
I would never have thought that she would use eroges to lecture me, but she was right nonetheless.
Although I should be nicer to my sister, why don’t you try and take care of her and see if a eroge main protagonist can still handle her or not. If he could, he probably achieved enlightenment already and was very generous.
“Alright then, I’d like to please join the breakfast at your house together… you won’t mind at all right Aramiya?”
“I don’t have any problems with it at all. After all, you always make delicious lunch bentos for me. My mom also wanted to thank you for that as well.”
Ayame smiled cheerfully, before walking out of the room and heading down the stairs cheerfully.
I was then looking at her, thinking to myself that I had a hunch that today was going to be hectic.
“It’s freakin hard to find peace…”
I might not be able to return to those melancholic peaceful days again.
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