TGS – Vol 3 Chapter 3 – The Outing of the Trio

It was noon on a Saturday, with clear skies stretching above.

The day had arrived for the outing Haruto, Yuno, and Suzuha had promised to have together.

“Although it’s kind of late to say this, thank you for suggesting we go buy some clothes, Yuu. I’ve been feeling lately that I could use a bit more.” (Haruto)

“Since you’re starting to go out more often, it makes sense, right?” (Yuno)

“Yeah. Exactly.” (Haruto)

Having just wrapped up his stream, Haruto had changed into a simple outfit and was now sitting on the sofa, responding cheerfully to Yuno, who was next to him, pulling on her knee-high socks.

For years, Haruto had only gone out for part-time jobs, spending all his time outside just for work. But lately, things had changed.

He had started meeting up with fellow streamers, and now he even had plans to go out with Suzuha. With more of his Saturdays off now being filled with plans, he had begun to gradually realize the importance of owning decent clothes.

“Well… I’m sorry, Onii-chan.” (Yuno)

“Huh? Why are you apologizing?” (Haruto)

“It might sound weird to say this, but… I made you work so much that you couldn’t even notice something so simple.” (Yuno)

“Haha, what are you talking about! As long as Yuu can live comfortably without any trouble, that’s all that matters.” (Haruto)

Seeing the guilt all over Yuno’s face, Haruto immediately laughed it off and reached for the TV remote.

When talking about things like this, setting the mood was important.

He switched from the news program to a lively variety show, then looked back at Yuno.

“To begin with, I was the one who chose a life packed with work, you know? The money Dad and Mom left us had to be used to keep this house.” (Haruto)

“But it was me saying I wanted to keep the house that really pushed it, wasn’t it? I didn’t even realize I was making you do all that…” (Yuno)

“Did you say that?” (Haruto)

“I-I mean… ugh. I knew you’d play dumb like that.” (Yuno)

“Hmm, whatever could you mean?” (Haruto)

Haruto clearly remembered what had happened back then.

Even so, he responded this way because, even if Yuno’s selfishness had been the final push, it had still been a choice he made of his own will.

“Well, anyways! I don’t regret a single thing. Honestly, I’m satisfied with the choice I made. I was able to keep this house, and my life is quite comfortable now.” (Haruto)

“You should’ve told me that all of Dad’s money would be gone because of the loan or whatever.” (Yuno)

“If you were in my shoes, you’d do the same thing, Yuu.” (Haruto)

“Shut up…” (Yuno)

Back then, Yuno was still young, and mentally, she was struggling.

He hadn’t wanted to tell her anything that would worry her. He had wanted to protect everything that could serve as emotional support.

“This is something for the future, but… if you end up working within the prefecture, it’d make me really happy if you could be the one to keep this house going in the end. The loan’s already been dealt with, so I think you could live comfortably here, and I want you to enjoy cooking freely in that big kitchen.” (Haruto)

“It feels like I’d be freeloading.” (Yuno)

“Nobody would think that.” (Haruto)

Topics like this often led to disputes, but from Haruto’s perspective, he simply wanted his younger sister Yuno to live in the house and start her new life with peace of mind.

“…Wait! Now that I think about it, isn’t this kind of conversation totally wrong to be having right before going out with Suzuha-chan!?” (Haruto)

“Onii-chan was the one who played dumb first. If you don’t want to keep going, then come up with a new topic.” (Yuno)

“Uh, uhh, okay, let’s see…” (Haruto)

Rather than talking about something complicated and hard to resolve, it was definitely better to go with something more lighthearted for the situation at hand.

Haruto furrowed his brow and spent a few seconds thinking of a new topic.

“Ah! Okay, about today’s plan—” (Haruto)

“Hm?” (Yuno)

“So, um… are you really sure it’s okay for me to tag along while Suzuha-chan picks out underwear? Doesn’t that seem totally wrong?” (Haruto)

“H-Hey, Onii-chan… It’s not underwear, it’s a swimsuit. There’s a big difference.” (Yuno)

“Ah—! Aha… s-sorry…” (Haruto)

The shift in topic from earlier was almost too extreme.

It was no surprise that Yuno quickly responded with a sharp comment.

“B-But… I mean, if we’re talking about something similar, swimwear is kind of like underwear, right…? Is this really okay?” (Haruto)

“There’s nothing wrong with it. Suzuha-chan is the one asking for your opinion, after all.” (Yuno)

“Do you think I’ll actually be able to pick something that suits her…?” (Haruto)

“You just have to choose what you think looks good, Onii-chan. It’s that simple.” (Yuno)

“Is it really okay to choose that casually? I mean, the reason she’s asking for a guy’s opinion is probably because she’s planning to go to the pool with someone she likes, right…?” (Haruto)

Haruto had assumed that he’d have to be hearing all sorts of things from Suzuha about the person she likes—what kind of person she was interested in, what their personality was like, what kind of style they liked—and then try to help make a choice that matches the other party’s preference.

“If you’re that worried, why not just ask her directly? I think she’ll mirror my response.” (Yuno)

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll ask her to double-check.” (Haruto)

“By the way, the only thing I’m worried about is whether Onii-chan will do anything weird to Suzuha-chan.” (Yuno)

“Huh? What do you mean by ‘weird’?” (Haruto)

“Like, giving her some pervy look after she tries on a swimsuit or something.” (Yuno)

“Hey—!” (Haruto)

Haruto, caught completely off guard, stood up from the sofa in surprise.

“Looking at Yuu’s best friend like that would make me a total failure as a big brother, wouldn’t it!?” (Haruto)

“It’s not really a failure, is it? You two aren’t that far apart in age.” (Yuno)

“R-Really…?” (Haruto)

“I mean, isn’t it kind of impossible not to see Suzuha-chan as the opposite sex? She’s beautiful, has a great figure, such a kind personality, and she’s even popular at school.” (Yuno)

“…” (Haruto)

“Am I wrong?” (Yuno)

“…………” (Haruto)

“Right?” (Yuno)

Since this kind of conversation had never come up between them before, staying silent only invited Yuno to strike more.

When Haruto glanced to the side, he saw his sister already opening her mouth, ready to launch a third attack.

It was obvious she had no intention of letting him off without an answer.

“Well, to be honest, what you said, Yuu… yeah, you’re right.” (Haruto)

“Right? That’s why I just said to make sure you don’t do anything weird.”  (Yuno)

“Thanks… I’ll be extra careful.” (Haruto)

“Though, she might actually be happy about it. If it’s you looking at her like that.” (Yuno)

“Don’t joke about stuff like that.” (Haruto)

Since she was the pure and innocent type, it would be even more impossible not to see her as the opposite sex.

Having been teased, Haruto regained his composure and sat back down on the sofa.

“Ah, by the way, I’m getting a swimsuit too. I might go to the pool or the beach sometime soon.” (Yuno)

“You didn’t have one, did you?” (Haruto)

“I threw out the one I used back in middle school. It was just for class anyway.” (Yuno)

“I see, I see! Then yeah, you should definitely buy one. No—absolutely buy one.” (Haruto)

Haruto didn’t want her to miss out on a single chance to have fun with friends.

If she needed anything for that, he wanted to get it for her.

“Onii-chan, you should buy one too. You don’t have one either, right?” (Yuno)

“Well, I mean… it’s not like I’ll actually use it…” (Haruto)

For students, there were still chances to go to the pool or the beach with friends, but as a working adult, those opportunities were far less frequent.

“Well, I get what you’re saying, but there’s no harm in owning one, right? And it’s a good opportunity too.” (Yuno)

“Got it. If you say so, I’ll get one.” (Haruto)

“Mm. Worst case, if no one else invites you, I’ll go with you.” (Yuno)

“Haha, you’d go with me?” (Haruto)

“Only as a last resort. A last resort.” (Yuno)

“Thanks.” (Haruto)

It might’ve been a bit pathetic that he had no one else to invite, but still, Haruto was genuinely happy Yuno would say that.

“Today we’re picking out clothes and swimsuits, watching a movie, going out to eat, then having Suzuha-chan stay over… yep! It’s the perfect plan.” (Haruto)

“Isn’t it kinda bad for you though, Onii-chan?” (Yuno)

“Not at all!?” (Haruto)

“Really? I mean, the movie we wanted to watch, Nekonaki Village, is supposed to be really scary.” (Yuno)

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m good with horror.” (Haruto)

“That’s not true. You’re terrible at it.” (Yuno)

“……” (Haruto)

“……” (Yuno)

Haruto and Yuno exchanged a silent stare, but it was clear who was speaking the truth based on their confidence.

“Hey, how do you even know that?” (Haruto)

“Because every time a ghost show started, Onii-chan would leave the room. And it’s the only genre we’ve never watched together.” (Yuno)

“You remember that well…” (Haruto)

“Of course I do.” (Yuno)

Since Haruto had started working part-time and streaming from high school onward, he hadn’t spent many nights in the living room. For Yuno, the memories from back when she was in middle school were still fresh.

“To be honest, I am bad with it, but I actually like horror itself, so I’m okay. These days, I can even use it for streaming content.” (Haruto)

“If you liked it, you should’ve watched it with us. That was family bonding time, you know.” (Yuno)

“It’s super embarrassing to admit, but back then, I was in that phase where I really didn’t want anyone to see me looking lame…” (Haruto)

“But now you’re fine with it?” (Yuno)

“Ever since it became just the two of us living here, I’ve probably shown that side of me more times than I can count. Even to Suzuha-chan too.” (Haruto)

He replied with a sheepish smile.

As his life got busier, Haruto found himself thinking about all sorts of things, and he no longer had the luxury to worry about stuff like that.

He had come to terms with it through sheer resignation.

“Hmm, I see. Well, let’s just have fun later then.” (Yuno)

“Yeah, that’s the plan. I’ve already reserved the seats.” (Haruto)

“Thanks.” (Yuno)

By the time their little exchange ended, there were less than thirty minutes left before Suzuha would arrive at the house.

“Okay, Onii-chan, go do one more check for anything you might’ve forgotten. I’ll do a quick sweep of the entrance in the meantime.” (Yuno)

“Got it!” (Haruto)

Haruto obediently followed Yuno’s instructions and began his final round of checks thoroughly.

Then, right on time for their scheduled meeting, Suzuha rang the doorbell. After exchanging greetings, they welcomed her into the living room.

“Eh, these cookies are handmade by you, Suzuha-chan!? Wow, I honestly thought they were store-bought right up until now!” (Haruto)

“I’m sorry if they don’t suit your taste…” (Suzuha)

“Don’t worry, Suzuha-chan. The moment he shows it on his face, I’ll kick Onii-chan for you.” (Yuno)

“Th-That’s not really the issue…” (Suzuha)

“Ahaha, just knowing how much care you put into them makes them taste great, Suzuha-chan.” (Haruto)

Haruto took the two individually wrapped bags of cookies and turned his back to the girls as he headed toward the fridge.

During that time, Yuno gently grabbed Suzuha’s slender shoulders.

“For now, why don’t you sit on the sofa and cool off a bit, Suzuha-chan? It was kinda hot outside, right?” (Yuno)

“Ah, yeah. Thank you…” (Suzuha)

“Honestly, I wanted to sit too. I was cleaning the entrance just a moment ago.” (Yuno)

As soon as Suzuha sat down, Yuno sat right next to her.

While expressing her true feelings, she made sure not to let one person sit alone, showing her usual attentiveness.

“Oh, right. Since you’re here, want something to drink? We’ve got water, tea, and orange juice.” (Yuno)

“Ah, in that case, I’d love some tea.” (Suzuha)

“Okay! Onii-chan, could you get some tea ready while you’re putting the cookies in the fridge?” (Yuno)

“…Gugh it.” (Haruto)

“Eh?” (Yuno)

“Hm?” (Haruto)

It was just as she’d relied on Haruto.

What reached the ears of the two girls was a muffled sound, so low it was hard to make out what had been said.

Why such a sound?

The reason became clear when Haruto turned his body toward them as he answered.

“Uwah, you’re already eating the cookies!” (Yuno)

“!?” (Haruto)

He hastily turned his body back, chewing frantically and swallowing the cookie, but it was far too late for excuses.

“Hey, Onii-chan, at least say something before you start eating! You’ve got Suzuha-chan all tense and frozen.” (Yuno)

“I… I just didn’t want to come off as greedy…” (Haruto)

“Haa…” (Yuno)

Suzuha hadn’t mentally prepared herself to hear feedback about her cookies so soon. It caught her completely off guard.

Once again, Haruto couldn’t resist the sight of the delicious-looking cookies and found himself reaching for more.

Understanding both of their feelings, Yuno quickly came up with a solution.

“So, how was it, Onii-chan? The taste of the cookies.” (Yuno)

“Oh, they’re seriously delicious. That was my fourth one.” (Haruto)

“…I-I see. Then… I’m glad to hear that…” (Suzuha)

“That’s great, Suzuha-chan.” (Yuno)

“Yeah…” (Suzuha)

After watching Suzuha smile softly, her cheeks relaxing with a look of pure joy as she savored those words, Yuno mentally connected the dots.

“Fourth one, huh? So that weird noise came from you stuffing your mouth, Onii-chan.” (Yuno)

“Haha, Yuu, you should try one too! They’re really good!” (Haruto)

“I was going to, even if you didn’t say anything.” (Yuno)

Suzuha, in her current blissful state, was no longer as tense as she was, so Yuno didn’t have to worry about letting her sit alone.

Yuno stood up from the sofa, took a step towards Haruto, and reached into the offered bag to bring a cookie to her mouth.

She slowly chewed, savoring the taste, then swallowed—

“Fufu” (Yuno)

—and gave a quiet smile.

“Hey, come on! You can’t just smile like that. You’ve gotta tell Suzuha-chan what you think too!” (Haruto)

“This isn’t the right time for that.” (Yuno)

“It’s not?” (Haruto)

“You keep eating the cookies. I’ll pour the tea.” (Yuno)

“Ah, ahh… got it…” (Haruto)

It didn’t take much for Yuno to realize who Suzuha had made those cookies for.

If the person she most wanted to hear a reaction from had already given their praise, then it was best not to say anything that might dilute those words.

There would always be another chance to say, “They were good”.

Taking cups from the cabinet and pouring cold barley tea, Yuno slowly closed the refrigerator door and spoke.

“Not bad, Onii-chan.” (Yuno)

“Huh? What do you mean?” (Haruto)

“That unconscious side of you.” (Yuno)

“Eh…” (Haruto)

As Haruto stood there blankly, Yuno walked past him and made her way over to Suzuha.

Anyone who has ever cooked something for someone else would understand this feeling.

Wanting them to eat it as soon as possible—even just a little faster.

Wanting to be praised for all the effort put into making it.

And if they didn’t hear that feedback right away, it could weigh on their mind so much that it might ruin the fun of the outing to come.

Rather than thinking about the other person’s feelings and acting accordingly, Haruto had simply responded because it was delicious.

—A completely uncalculated action.

For someone who had put their heart into handmade treats for someone they cared about, nothing could be more rewarding.

“Here you go, Suzuha-chan, your barley tea!” (Yuno)

The one not-so-gentle thing was that he hadn’t said something like, “Can I have one now?” before eating.

But even so, Yuno couldn’t help but feel a little proud of her older brother.

∮

In a large complex directly connected to the station, on the seventh floor of a high-rise building housing commercial facilities from the second to the fifteenth floor, office spaces from the sixteenth to the forty-fourth, and an observation deck on the forty-fifth floor…

On the 7th floor, within the fashion-focused area of the commercial zone—

“I don’t feel like this suits Onii-chan. It’ll probably take two or three months just to get used to it.” (Yuno)

“Fufu, I also think something more calm and mature would suit better.” (Suzuha)

“Maybe if I paired it with these sunglasses, it’d give that summer guy vibe—it’s kind of cool, right?” (Haruto)

As Yuno and Suzuha discussed the colorful, flashy shirts in hand, Haruto stood nearby, trying on a pair of sunglasses that were available for testing.

“Ugh, that’s the worst combo. The one you absolutely shouldn’t match together.” (Yuno)

“Seriously!?” (Haruto)

“I mean, the sunglasses don’t even suit you in the first place, Onii-chan.” (Yuno)

“Th-then that’s a close call…” (Haruto)

“Calm down. You always drop stuff when you panic.” (Yuno)

“Fufufu.” (Suzuha)

“Hah, honestly…” (Yuno)

Haruto hastily removed the sunglasses, clearly trying not to draw more attention to himself, while Yuno continued her merciless commentary.

Watching the scene unfold, Suzuha smiled quietly, amused by the interaction.

Even during this outing, Yuno’s straightforward nature remained unchanged—but even so, just from watching her choose clothes, it was obvious to any outsider just how much fun she was having.

“Hey, Onii-chan. Is it okay if we take care of all your clothes for you?” (Yuno)

“Honestly, I’d be happy if you did. I know it’s kinda lame to say at my age, but I still don’t really get what suits me or how to coordinate clothes and stuff.” (Haruto)

“Then we’ll do that… but since this is a rare opportunity, how about you find at least one outfit that catches your eye? With how big this place is, there’s gotta be something.” (Yuno)

“You don’t have to worry about us—feel free to look around on your own.” (Suzuha)

“Hmm…” (Haruto)

“If you’re gonna hesitate, then let me put it another way: you’re required to bring back at least one outfit you really like.” (Yuno)

“Wh-What!? It’s an order now!?” (Haruto)

“Gotta make the most of the opportunity.” (Yuno)

If Haruto hadn’t shown signs of uncertainty, Yuno wouldn’t have gone so far.

But precisely because he tended to hold back, this was one of those times when a little push was the right thing to do.

That was the conclusion Yuno had come to.

“To make sure we don’t get separated, we’ll stay in this store the whole time, so don’t worry, Haruto-oniisan.” (Suzuha)

“Haha, thanks, you two. Then I’ll definitely pick out at least one outfit! And I’ll make sure not to leave the store either.” (Haruto)

“Got it.” (Yuno)

“Good luck!” (Suzuha)

Waving goodbye to Yuno and Suzuha, Haruto set off on his own, determined to keep his promise of picking at least one outfit.

—And once it was just the two of them again, Yuno grinned.

“You’ve really gotten good at handling Onii-chan, haven’t you, Suzuha-chan? Like how you encouraged him to look around alone, and even said something reassuring like ‘so we don’t get separated’.” (Yuno)

“…D-Do you think so?” (Suzuha)

“Without a doubt.” (Yuno)

“I’m glad you said that…” (Suzuha)

The reason she encouraged Haruto to browse alone was simple—if they didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to focus on choosing clothes for himself.

Since Haruto was so focused on making sure everyone had fun, he was clumsy in his own way.

Because unless someone took the initiative to say something to ease his worry about getting separated, he’d never make a move on his own.

“Do you think Haruto-oniisan will ever be able to prioritize himself…?” (Suzuha)

“Not a chance.” (Yuno)

“Fufu, you’re really confident about that.” (Suzuha)

“I’ve told him over and over again, and he still doesn’t change. I get tired of saying it, you know? At this point, I think it’s just part of who he is—like a reflex or something from how he’s wired.” (Yuno)

Yuno, eyebrows curved into a pained 八 shape, neatly folded the T-shirt she’d picked up. Her tone showed she’d completely given up on trying to change him.

“Well… he’s the kind of person who thought he had to handle everything back when he was just a student. I guess that’s how much of a bakemono¹ he is.” (Yuno)

“Mouu, Yuno-chan… the way you said it…” (Suzuha)

“S-Sorry, okay?” (Yuno)

Instead of calling him “kind”, Yuno jokingly used “bakemono” to describe him.

The phrasing might’ve been a bit much—but it was still a compliment, just in her own awkward way. A way that showed how far ahead she was thinking.

“But seriously, there’s no better metaphor for him than that. Look what happens the moment we send him off properly. Just look.” (Yuno)

“Ah…” (Suzuha)

Yuno pointed while stretching up on her toes.

When Suzuha followed the direction of her finger, what she saw left her surprised.

There was Haruto, having drifted from the men’s section—where he had been casually browsing—straight into the women’s section, completely unaware.

“Watch this, Suzuha-chan. Once he’s like that, it’s over. His whole purpose has totally shifted.” (Yuno)

Just as Yuno predicted, it happened.

Haruto suddenly stopped in place as he realized he’d stepped into the women’s section. His eyes widened as he stared at the racks in front of him.

One might expect him to turn back in a fluster. But no.

As if drawn in by a trap, he took a step forward. Then another. And another—gradually moving deeper into the section and carefully examining each item of clothing one by one.

With far more attention than he’d given to his own clothes in the men’s area.

And with such a serious expression, too.

“That’s the face he makes when he starts looking for clothes that would suit me or Suzuha-chan. He only knows how to coordinate women’s clothes.” (Yuno)

“Wow, Haruto-oniisan, you’re something…” (Suzuha)

Suzuha blinked repeatedly, saying exactly what she was thinking.

As she quickly processed the situation, one thing came to mind.

Yuno had once told her that “He often finds clothes online that he thinks would look good on me.”

He must’ve picked up that skill from doing so much of that research.

“Really, there’s no one else who puts themselves second as much as he does… It’s practically a miracle he’s never been tricked by some bad person.” (Yuno)

“Fufu, you’re totally right, Yuno-chan.” (Suzuha)

Watching Haruto, who had now stopped completely still, scrutinizing a piece of clothing, the two girls continued their exchange with warm amusement.

“That’s exactly why I want him to end up with someone I trust. He has to be happy, or it just wouldn’t sit right with me.” (Yuno)

“Wh—” (Suzuha)

“—Was just talking to myself, though. Anyway, let’s start picking out clothes for Onii-chan. He’ll probably bring us stuff on his own, so we’re covered.” (Yuno)

“Th-that was definitely not you just talking to yourself…” (Suzuha)

Suzuha gave a quiet but precise retort, and Yuno turned her face away, pretending not to hear it. Then, spotting something nearby, she quickly shifted the topic.

“Oh, right. Suzuha-chan, maybe try picking out a cardigan that goes well with what Onii-chan’s wearing right now?” (Yuno)

“Something that matches what he’s wearing…?” (Suzuha)

“Yeah, if it’s something light like a cardigan, I bet he’ll put it on right away. And remember, we’re heading to the air-conditioned movie theater later.” (Yuno)

“…!” (Suzuha)

Something chosen personally for someone—of course, anyone would want to see it worn, even just once.

Anyone would want to see their gift being worn.

And if it was something chosen for someone they had feelings for, that desire only grew stronger.

“…” (Suzuha)

Suzuha shyly met Yuno’s gaze, the psychological precision of her advice hitting right at her core.

And that quiet, heartfelt appeal—it reached her perfectly.

“Ah, and just so you know, I’m not gonna tease you if you pick something for him to wear, okay? Sorry if my muttering made you wary.” (Yuno)

“R-Really…?” (Suzuha)

“You’re picking it for Onii-chan’s sake, after all. Even I wouldn’t joke about that.” (Yuno)

Choosing a light outer layer like a cardigan was almost a declaration—‘I want Haruto to wear this, now.’

It was the perfect chance to tease her… but Yuno had many thoughts on the matter.

“Well, I guess I was hoping that if I gave you good advice, maybe you’d grant me one little favor.” (Yuno)

“F-For me?” (Suzuha)

“I was thinking… to make Onii-chan happy, you could let him treat you today without holding back.” (Yuno)

“Eh!?” (Suzuha)

“If you really feel too guilty about it, then I’d be happy if Suzuha-chan could pay for just the cardigan since it’s a present.” (Yuno)

This morning, Haruto had cheerfully said, ‘I’m gonna withdraw more money so I can buy lots of stuff!’ before heading to the convenience store.

And Haruto was the kind of person who wanted to see others smile. It went without saying who he planned to spend all that money on.

“Well, if you don’t grant my little favor… then when we go choosing swimsuit later, my teasing switch might just flip on~” (Yuno)

“T-That’s not fair, Yuno-chan!” (Suzuha)

“You’d better be ready for things like this. I’m on Onii-chan’s side, after all.” (Yuno)

Wearing a triumphant smile, Yuno gently placed her hand on Suzuha’s back and guided her toward the cardigan section.

“Alright, the cardigan’s your task. I’m gonna go pick out a T-shirt and some pants.” (Yuno)

“Mou…” (Suzuha)

Without giving Suzuha a chance to argue, Yuno briskly left the scene.

Realizing Yuno had intentionally left her alone so she could concentrate on choosing seriously, Suzuha let out a soft, not entirely displeased sigh.

Several minutes later.

“Hey, Onii-chan. You did say ‘I’ll definitely pick one outfit,’ right? You were supposed to go look for clothes for yourself, right? There’s no way you’re gonna wear that, right?” (Yuno)

“Ah, haha… I think I just remembered what my original goal was…” (Haruto)

Yuno glared at Haruto, clearly upset that he had come back with women’s clothing in hand.

Apart from that…

“Eh, is this a gift from you, Suzuha-chan?” (Haruto)

“Y-Yes… if you don’t mind…” (Suzuha)

Hearing these words, Haruto smiled brightly in the fitting room, clearly delighted.

And then…

“Thank you, Haruto-oniisan.” (Suzuha)

“No, no, it’s my pleasure.” (Haruto)

As a token of appreciation, Suzuha received a sleeve shirt and a tulle skirt as a gift from Haruto, both of them wearing similar expressions of joy.

∮

Having each successfully updated their wardrobe, they moved to the 8th floor.

Haruto quickly put on the cardigan that Suzuha had given him and moved along, in an unusually good mood. However—

“……” (Haruto)

He was suddenly overwhelmed by a situation that made him feel small and uncomfortable.

And it was entirely understandable.

The store was filled with female customers.

The mannequins were dressed in revealing outfits, and many of the displays were similar, especially in the swimwear section, which made it difficult to know where to look.

“…………” (Haruto)

“What’s wrong, Onii-chan? You were so confident a moment ago.” (Yuno)

“Th-that’s because!” (Haruto)

“You don’t need to worry, right? We’re together, so no one’s going to look at you weird, and over there, they even have men’s swimwear.” (Yuno)

Yuno pointed out that the store wasn’t exclusively women’s clothing, but… that didn’t change Haruto’s discomfort. Since he wasn’t used to seeing such products, he couldn’t shake the nervousness.

“By the way, if you keep acting like that, you’re going to look suspicious.” (Yuno)

“Now that you mention it, yeah…” (Haruto)

“Haruto-oniisan, I found something amazing!” (Suzuha)

“S-Suzuha-chan!?” (Haruto)

“Hehe, sorry about that.” (Suzuha)

Suzuha, with a mischievous smile, showed him a daring swimsuit, one that could make anyone exclaim, “They have something like this!?”

It was clear she was enjoying Haruto’s reaction, but given the situation, she probably intended to ease the tension with her actions.

Thinking about it that way, Haruto knew he couldn’t keep standing still.

“Well… I was just looking around and realized, there are so many different kinds of swimsuits, huh?” (Haruto)

Ones with frills, lace, one-shoulder, off-shoulder…

From cute styles to fashionable ones, there were so many different types on display.

“You can understand why it’d be better to have someone else’s opinion, right?” (Yuno)

“Yeah, if I were in your shoes, I might do the same… but Suzuha-chan, are you really sure you’re okay with the ones I prefer?” (Haruto)

“I’d really be happy if you could do that…” (Suzuha)

“Got it! Then I’ll make sure to say exactly what I think.” (Haruto)

Suzuha was truly kind-hearted, so it was entirely possible that her response was out of consideration. However, if Haruto responded to that consideration with more consideration, the swimsuit would end up being something neither of them truly wanted.

There was no doubt that being honest and straightforward with each other would be far more helpful.

“Then let’s each pick two or three that we like and have Onii-chan choose which one he prefers.” (Yuno)

“Eh?” (Haruto)

At that moment, Haruto realized something from how Yuno had phrased it.

“Y-Yuu, you’re asking me too!?” (Haruto)

“Why are you surprised? Wouldn’t it be a waste not to ask when there’s someone here who can help? It’s not like we’re getting these swimsuits for free.” (Yuno)

“I mean, I was just wondering if it’s really okay for me to look…” (Haruto)

“It’s a swimsuit, so of course it is. To put it another way, it’s like saying you can’t show me your swimsuit, Onii-chan.” (Yuno)

“…Ah, yeah, that is weird when you put it that way.” (Haruto)

“Onii-chan, you mix up swimsuits and underwear way too much. They might look similar, but you should treat them as totally separate things.” (Yuno)

“Ahaha… You’re absolutely right. I’ll try to make sure I think of them differently from now on.”

Just as he exchanged glances with the exasperated Yuno and the gently smiling Suzuha, trying to shift his mindset with a wry smile, it happened.

“Isn’t it kind of scary how sincere—well, how overly straight-laced he is?” (Yuno)

“T-That’s not true!” (Suzuha)

“You think so?” (Yuno)

The two whispered to each other.

“Well, it’s just that it’s so like Haruto-oniisan…” (Suzuha)

“When you put it that way, yeah…” (Yuno)

“……” (Haruto)

As the two tossed their conversation back and forth, Haruto got the vague sense that he had become the topic of discussion.

With the store’s BGM playing, their voices only reached him faintly—but even that faintness made him feel like he wouldn’t be able to handle it if he actually heard them.

“Uh… w-well then, I’ll go pick out my own swimsuit, so once you two decide on the ones you like, can you let me know?” (Haruto)

“Mm. But just don’t do what you did at that clothing store earlier, okay? First, make sure you pick out something for yourself.” (Yuno)

“This time I’ll definitely be fine!” (Haruto)

When it came to swimsuits, he didn’t have enough confidence to choose on his own.

The plan was to have them pick first, and then he could make his choice based on that.

It was the perfect opportunity to make use of the lessons he’d learned from getting scolded earlier.

“Um… If there’s a swimsuit you’d like me to wear, please… let me know.” (Suzuha)

“Ah! Uh… okay. Well, then when that happens…” (Haruto)

“Yes… Well then, we’ll go ahead and pick out swimsuits now.” (Suzuha)

“Alright, see you later!” (Haruto)

With her face tinged red, Suzuha lowered her head in a quick bow, grabbed Yuno’s wrist, and hurried off to pick out a swimsuit.

Haruto, who had been silently watching Yuno being pulled along without resistance, shook his head once they were out of sight.

—‘If there’s a swimsuit you’d like me to wear…’

He tried to forget the look on Suzuha’s face, which had momentarily captivated him.

And then, there was one more thing.

“Ugh, it’s becoming more and more difficult with how beautiful she’s getting…” (Haruto)

Trying to shake off the thoughts he had unwittingly felt, Haruto headed toward the surf shorts displayed at the edge of the store.

After taking his time, he picked out a pair of knee-length shorts with a design of blue seas and palm leaves. But then, something happened…

“How about this one, Onii-chan? Isn’t it cute?” (Yuno)

“Ah, that’s a no. It’s cute and looks good on you, but it’s still a no.” (Haruto)

“Huh?” (Yuno)

There were five fitting rooms in total.

Haruto, standing face-to-face with Yuno, who was wearing a tank top bikini with frills and a mini skirt, immediately made a big X with his arms.

“Hey, Yuu. Can you turn around for me?” (Haruto)

“Turn around? Okay.” (Yuno)

“Ahhh! This is even worse!” (Haruto)

By following his instructions, Haruto found himself staring at Yuno’s back, her beautiful skin exposed.

There was only one thing he needed to say.

“Yuu, you’re showing too much skin.” (Haruto)

“Ugh, here comes that kind of opinion. It’s a swimsuit, so it’s normal.” (Yuno)

“I know it sounds like I’m being a pain, but… if you do that, you’re definitely going to catch the eye of guys.” (Haruto)

“There’s no way that’s guaranteed to happen.” (Yuno)

“Yes, there is! Guys who go to the pool or the beach really have amazing communication skills…” (Haruto)

Even from his perspective, Haruto honestly thought she looked cute.

He thought it suited her.

So, there shouldn’t be any need to stop her. He should be helping her feel more confident, making her like herself even more.

Even though he understood this in his mind, his concern was so strong that it made him want to say something.

From the perspective of others, it would only make Yuno appear even more attractive.

“I’ll say this just in case, but both the top and bottom are designed like this, so no matter what happens, nothing important will be exposed, okay? See?” (Yuno)

“Well… I guess that’s true, but…” (Haruto)

Yuno lifted the frills on her chest and even lifted her skirt to prove that she was properly covered. However, that wasn’t the main issue.

It gave him some reassurance, but the core of the matter hadn’t changed.

This feeling was something that unconsciously showed on his face.

“Hmm. You’re really that worried, huh, Onii-chan?” (Yuno)

“Of course I am!” (Haruto)

“I see…” (Yuno)

It seemed troublesome, yet there was a hint of happiness in Yuno’s expression, one that was hard to describe accurately.

Haruto, facing her, decided to speak his true feelings.

“So… personally, I’d be happier if you could tone down the exposure a little.” (Haruto)

“What if I say I don’t want to?” (Yuno)

“Well, if you’re going to say something that mean… I did prepare swimsuits that are more modest.” (Haruto)

Haruto narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the hanger rack inside the fitting room.

There hung a swimsuit designed to cover the chest and back.

Yuno had already anticipated what he might say.

She had made sure to prepare a different swimsuit as well.

“That doesn’t answer my question. What if I say I don’t want to?” (Yuno)

“If you said you didn’t want to… Hmm…” (Haruto)

For Haruto, it was such a difficult question that he couldn’t answer right away.

He crossed his arms, closed his mouth, and thought.

“Well… if you said you didn’t want to, then I’d want you to enjoy it so much that I don’t have to worry.” (Haruto)

“Eh? Isn’t that the opposite of what you should be doing?” (Yuno)

“Well… in my head, I get it. Wearing the swimsuit you like the most is definitely the best choice.” (Haruto)

“Heh, I see.” (Yuno)

Seemingly satisfied with his answer, Yuno lifted the corners of her mouth as she closed the fitting room curtain.

“I’ll try on one more, so wait a sec. Actually, I’m more confident in this one.” (Yuno)

“Haha, got it.” (Haruto)

As he nodded in response, the sound of the swimsuit being removed reached his ears from behind the curtain.

Eagerly anticipating the next swimsuit, Haruto was about to check the time when something else caught his attention.

“Haruto-oniisan…” (Suzuha)

“Ah!” (Haruto)

Her name called, Haruto’s eyes met Suzuha’s, who had peeked her face out from the adjacent fitting room.

“Sorry for surprising you…” (Suzuha)

“No, no, it’s my fault. Suzuha-chan, are you done changing?” (Haruto)

“Yes. I’m not as confident as Yuno-chan, but… is it okay to get your thoughts on it?” (Suzuha)

“O-Of course!” (Haruto)

“Thank you. Well then, I’ll open it now…” (Suzuha)

Despite looking embarrassed, Suzuha gripped the curtain and slowly slid it open, allowing Haruto to see her swimsuit for the first time.

“Ah…” (Haruto)

“This… this is it. What do you think…?” (Suzuha)

With her hands clasped at her waist, Suzuha did a modest turn to show her back as well.

The swimsuit was a one-piece design with shoulder straps that covered her chest, back, and stomach.

A cute ribbon adorned the chest area. The upper body was quite modestly covered, but the swimsuit still boldly revealed her legs up to the thighs.

“I-I think it might be a little too flashy, but if I wear this cover-up, it’ll hide my legs…” (Suzuha)

“…………” (Haruto)

“U-Um… Haruto-oniisan?” (Suzuha)

“Ah—! S-Sorry. No, it’s just…” (Haruto)

Seeing her tilt her head with a worried expression snapped Haruto back to reality.

He realized he’d been so captivated he couldn’t even speak—and with that, he spoke honestly from the heart.

“Y-You look amazing in it, Suzuha-chan…” (Haruto)

“Really…?” (Suzuha)

“Yeah, enough that you should be confident. Any friend walking beside you would be proud.” (Haruto)

“…!” (Suzuha)

After he praised her so honestly, Suzuha quickly closed her lips, holding her breath as she took a step or two back into the fitting room, her head lowered. She gripped her fingers and toes tightly, too embarrassed to even meet his eyes.

“……” (Haruto)

If he kept looking at her like this, Haruto felt he might be overwhelmed by strange emotions.

Turning his face away in a sort of self-defense, he racked his brain for something—anything—to say, so the silence wouldn’t become awkward.

“Hey, Onii-chan. I feel like your reaction was too different when you saw Suzuha-chan’s swimsuit compared to when you saw mine.” (Yuno)

“!? ” (Haruto)

Yuno’s sharp remark came from inside the fitting room, her voice cutting through the curtain.

“Th-That’s just your imagination!” (Haruto)

Haruto quickly denied it, but deep down, he knew—he hadn’t been able to view Suzuha like a guardian would.

It wasn’t something he could honestly refute—and Yuno had clearly caught on.

“Mm-mm, there’s no way I’m imagining it. You were totally captivated by Suzuha-chan.” (Yuno)

“Hey—!” (Haruto)

“If I’m wrong, I’ll lift your kitchen ban. I’ll even do whatever you say, Onii-chan.” (Yuno)

Yuno pressed forward sharply, relying purely on instinct and cutting right to the heart of the matter without mercy.

He could lie here and maybe get away with it.

The long-standing ban from the kitchen would be lifted.

She’d start listening to whatever he said.

“……” (Haruto)

It all sounded like a great deal—but there was no way Haruto could bring himself to deceive Yuno with something so underhanded.

The fact that he couldn’t say a word in response… told her everything.

The sound of a curtain sliding shut reached his ears, and when he looked toward Suzuha’s fitting room, she was peeking out, her face completely red.

“…Ha-Haruto-oniisan.” (Suzuha)

“Wh-What!?” (Haruto)

“I… I’ve decided on this swimsuit.” (Suzuha)

“Eh! Already? But you still had other options, right?” (Haruto)

“Yes… Because Yuno-chan said that Haruto-oniisan seemed to be captivated by this swimsuit…” (Suzuha)

“!!” (Haruto)

“Then, I’ll go change back into my clothes now.” (Suzuha)

With a gentle smile, Suzuha left those words behind and pulled her flushed face back behind the curtain.

From the fitting room to the left, Yuno’s laughter could be heard.

“Yuu. We’re having a talk about this later.” (Haruto)

“Fufu, it’s your fault for not lying, Onii-chan. Well, as an apology for teasing you, I’ll go with whichever swimsuit you think looks better.” (Yuno)

“Y-You’re just…” (Haruto)

This time, a muffled laugh came from the fitting room to the right.

Haruto might have endured the most embarrassing moment out of everyone here, but it also felt like a moment where he had grown a little closer to both of them.

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Thanks for reading!

I can confirm that stepping into the women’s clothes section is super awkward. It doesn’t matter if it’s swimsuit, I just feel out of place.

Well, this date is a lot shorter than the Aya one. Unless it continues the next chapter, which idk cause I haven’t translated it.

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1. Bakemono’s literal definition means a thing that changes. But they’re often translated as ghost.