The epilogue, or maybe, the punch line of this story.
The next day, I was roused from the bed as usual by my little sisters Karen and Tsukihi. The fact that they were doing this seemed to indicate that my apology, essentially a statement of unconditional surrender, had worked, safely dissipating their anger. That, or maybe it was my promise that while I couldn't do anything for Mother's Day this year, I would under no circumstances leave the confines of our home next year. Either way, it was Monday. Nothing eventful about it, as supreme a weekday as you could get. I had a light breakfast and headed to school. Not on my mountain bike, but on my granny bike. When I thought that today was the day Senjougahara would return to school, my legs felt lighter as they turned the pedals. But as I was on my way down a slope not too far from home, I nearly collided with a girl waddling around the street and hastily hit the brakes.
Bangs so short her eyebrows were showing, her hair in pigtails.
The girl who stood there carried a large backpack.
"Ah…Mister Aarragi."
"You switched two letters around."
"I'm sorry. A slip of the tongue."
"What're you doing here?"
"Oh, well, I'm…"
The kind of confused expression you might see on a ninja whose attempt at stealth had failed crossed her face before she showed an embarrassed smile.