"Huh? Where's the ghost?"
Nanako rushed out in her nightgown. She didn't see Ruka's face and immediately ran angrily towards Haruto.
"Nii-san, you're terrible! That ghost is Nanako's friend, and you drove her away! I'm going to bite you—"
Haruto immediately reached out and held her head, while Nanako angrily swung her fists like a windmill.
But unfortunately, Nanako was short and had short legs, so she couldn't touch Haruto at all.
Nanako was frustrated and threw herself into Sora's arms, sulking: "Sora-Nee, Onii-chan is bullying me."
"I'm not."
Haruto denied it and explained, "Ruka remembered her wish, so she left."
"Huh, really?"
"That's it."
Nanako sighed in relief. "I knew it, even though Nii-san is a pervert."
"Huh?"
Nanako stuck out her little pink tongue and immediately changed the subject, speaking playfully: "Onii-chan, can you help Nanako dry her hair?"
Haruto looked serious: "Let Sora help you!"
"No, Onii-chan, you haven't helped Nanako dry her hair in a long time. Does Onii-chan hate Nanako?"
Seeing Nanako wiping her eyes in sadness, even though Haruto knew she was pretending...
He didn't really hate Nanako.
Because little sisters are troublesome and mischievous creatures!
Haruto sighed helplessly: "Bring the hairdryer."
"Onii-chan is the best!"
After drying Nanako's hair, Haruto looked at Sora: "Come here, let me dry your hair too."
Sora glanced at him, didn't refuse, and sat next to Haruto.
He was only helping her dry her hair. Even though Nanako was watching, it didn't mean anything.
After drying her hair, they watched TV for a bit. Soon, Nanako's eyes became sleepy, and her little head began to nod off.
Haruto sighed, "Nanako, if you're sleepy, go back to your room and sleep. The room is ready."
"Oh..."
Nanako answered, rubbing her eyes, standing up, slipping into her bunny slippers, and jogging off to her bedroom.
"Onii-chan, goodnight..."
"Goodnight."
Haruto turned down the TV volume and said, "Sora, you should sleep too."
"Not going."
Sora glanced at the closed bedroom door and then tucked her feet into her lap.
"My feet are cold."
Haruto looked up: "If your feet are cold, you should sleep."
"I don't want to."
Sora refused and started finding a comfortable position.
Several black lines appeared on Haruto's head as he grabbed Sora's feet.
Sora pursed her lips, her face flushed. She couldn't help curling her toes and whispering: "My feet hurt a little, please massage them."
Haruto refused: "No."
Sora stared at him and suddenly moved closer.
Haruto instinctively leaned back.
"Don't move."
Sora whispered: "There's a thread on your shirt."
A thread?
Hearing this, Haruto instinctively paused.
The next moment, a sweet fragrance hit his face. Sora knelt and sat on the sofa, leaning forward, pouting her lips and saying, "Don't move, I'll pull it off for you."
"I can do it myself..."
"Don't move, I've already pulled it, idiot!"
Haruto thought for a moment and decided it was better not to move. After all, just pulling off the thread would be done soon.
Sora lifted her head and glanced at him, then lowered her head, frowning as she tugged at the thread: "It's tough, I can't get it off."
Haruto suggested: "How about I get some scissors?"
"No need." Sora shook her head slightly, then leaned in, opened her mouth, and bit the thread.
The corners of Haruto's mouth twitched slightly; scissors would've been much simpler. This position of chewing on a thread could easily be misunderstood.
"All done."
After biting the thread, Sora put her hand over her chest and said, "Your heart's beating faster."
'And whose fault do you think that is?'
Haruto sighed and looked at her.
Sora looked up, her eyes twinkling, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly, "Nanako's asleep now. Even if you do something, she won't know."
Haruto's heart suddenly raced, "Then I'll stay right here."
"Mm."
With Sora's approval, Haruto immediately extended his sinful hand, which landed on Sora's head. In the girl's blank eyes, he began to pat her hair.
To be honest, he had long wanted to touch Sora's ahoge.
Not bad.
Sora puffed her cheeks, almost turning into a pufferfish in anger, and punched him, "Darn it, you actually dared to touch my head! Today, it's either you or me!!!"
After a fierce struggle, Sora shot Haruto a glare and angrily walked off to the bedroom.
Haruto sighed and rubbed his eyebrows.
Honestly, he had been tempted.
Too bad for him. At that moment, he had really wanted to do something.
Haruto took a deep breath, "At this point, I should go to Mafuyu-chan to calm my soul."
Whatever he planned to do, Haruto pulled out his phone, ready to chat with Mafuyu, but at that moment, a call suddenly came in.
He glanced at the caller ID, surprised.
"It's Yukinoshita, why is she calling me?"
Haruto thought for a moment and decided to answer the call, since Yukino was the kind of person who wouldn't call him unless it was necessary.
As the call connected, Haruto said, "Hello, Yukinoshita, good night."
"..."
"Yukinoshita?"
Haruto stood up and walked to the door, continuing: "Yukinoshita? Are you there?"
"Just say it now."
"Hello?"
"Yukino-chan?"
"Yukino-chan?"
"..."
Haruto put on his shoes and ended the call.
There was no point in continuing the call. Yukino wouldn't pull a prank like this.
So, something must've happened?
Haruto closed his eyes, and in an instant, the entire city of Chiba appeared in his perception. Figures flashed quickly, and chaotic voices filled his mind.
"Miharu, I'm fine, don't worry, I'll be back after the holidays."
"Onee-sama, are you here to buy a keyboard again?"
"No, the keyboard breaks too easily, so I'm buying a washboard this time."
"Mom, I'm going on a blind date, so don't worry."
"Have you heard? This demon summoning incident is related to the Ichinose City incident."
"Tell me, these things need to be hidden!"
Countless figures flashed, and numerous noisy voices flowed into his ears. If it were an ordinary person, their mind would've collapsed by now.
"Found her."
Haruto suddenly opened his eyes, took a step forward, and his figure walked straight into the void, disappearing.