After dinner, the day went by uneventfully. As for sleeping quarters, I offer Shiho my sister’s room, which she is not in at the moment.

Both the bedroom and the closet in the room are tidy, so “it’s clean!” Shiho was delighted.

Now, the next day is Friday. School is in session.

So Shiho and I said we would get together in the dining room at 7:30 am. I promised to cook breakfast for her.

A little before that, I headed for the living room a little after 7:00. I chose a rough but clean loungewear.

After all, I was going to meet my idol, Hashiro Shiho.

The morning sun was shining through the window.

This tower apartment is in a great location, a seven-minute walk from Shibuya Station. It is on the top floor of the building, so the view from the window is great.

Furthermore, many of the high-rise buildings in Shibuya that I could see from the window were owned by Teito Kyuko Railways, in other words, my parent’s company.

From behind me, standing by the window, I hear a clear voice say, “Good morning, onii san.”

I turn around and see Shiho. She was not dressed in pajamas ……, but in a neat white one-piece dress.

I felt my heart rate increase in the atmosphere of an idol.

I think she changed her clothes. I guessed that she was not so defenseless as to meet me in her pajamas, nor did she trust me.

Still, Shiho seemed friendly and agreeable.

She giggles.

“How would you like to wake up and find yourself in the company of a very popular idol?”

“It’s great, to say the least.”

When I make a light remark, Shiho mumbles, “Mouu” and her face turns red.

“You’re surprisingly snarky, aren’t you, onii san?”

“I don’t mean to be. I really mean it.”

“Well then, I’m glad you’re pleased.”

Shiho giggled.

She then walks over to the window.

Shiho looks out at the scenery outside, her crimson eyes sparkling.

“It’s a lovely view, isn’t it? I can’t believe you have a panoramic view of Shibuya, the symbol of the Tokyo metropolis.”

“If it makes you happy, that’s all that matters.”

“Yes. Thank you very much.”

“No, well, it’s all thanks to my parents’ money.”

I myself didn’t do anything, so there was nothing to be thanked for.

But it might have been an unnecessary thing to say. I regretted it. Nothing good would come from telling this to my stepsister, Shiho.

But Shiho didn’t seem to mind.

“That may be true, but you are the one who allows me to live here now, aren’t you, onii san?”

“I have no right to allow Shiho to do anything. If my father and your mother got married, this is your home.”

Shiho smiled softly as she said this.

“Onii san is very kind.”


I feel myself blushing and look away.

In fact, I’m not even nice. I’m not even sure I have the strength to be nice.

Shiho is the center of a very popular idol group, Etoile Sandrillon. I, on the other hand, am a nobody, just a high school boy.

I may be the son of the Komaki family, but that’s just because I happen to be born into a prominent family. Like Shiho, I didn’t win it by my own strength.

That’s why even Hazuki rejected me.

Shiho looked up at me as I remained silent.

“Um,……, are you sure you don’t mind if I join you for breakfast?”


“I thought it would be too much to ask. For meto suddenly barge in, live with you, and even cook for me…I think it’s a nuisance after all.”

Shiho said anxiously.

I shook my head in panic.

“No way! of course not”

“But ……”

“You know, I don’t have a proper family, and lately I’ve always been cooking alone, and I’ve been …… lonely. So I’m glad Shiho is eating with me.”

I felt a little embarrassed after I said that. I’m not used to speaking my mind like this.

I added one more word to hide my embarrassment.

“Besides, Shiho ate yesterday’s tonteki with me so deliciously.”

“Because it was really delicious,”

Shiho whispered. Shiho is probably embarrassed now that she gobbled down the tonteki yesterday and even had a second helping for me.

That’s right.

There are at least two things I can do for Shiho.

I can cook for Shiho. And to make this house a comfortable place for Shiho.

That’s what I wanted to do.

I asked Shiho gently,

“What do you want to do?”

In response to my question, Shiho tousles the ends of her red hair with her fingers. Then she smiled softly and looked straight at me.

“I want to eat onii san’s breakfast,”

Shiho said in a slightly pampered voice.

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