Uh, this.

What’s going on?

Right now, for some reason, Sayaka is in the bathtub at my house. That’s right, Sayaka Saionji is taking a bath… It seems like. I can faintly hear the sound of the shower from here.

I can’t. It’s too abrupt, and my head is getting confused again. Let’s sort it out. Sort out the situation.

Uh. A while ago, I was in bed, just ready to go to sleep, and I was on my phone. At this point, it’s just as usual. There’s nothing wrong with that.

Then I get a notification for a youtube channel I’m subscribed to.

This in itself is not a strange event.

I got the notification from a video of a classmate of mine, Sayaka Saionji, who has been kicked out of her house. This is where things start to get a little strange. I was surprised that my classmate was kicked out of the house.

And then I found out that Sayaka Saionji, a classmate from school who posted the video, was staying at my house. Yes. This is where I went completely crazy.

I don’t mean to be surprised or anything, but it came out of nowhere, and I’m speechless. What do you mean? Why my house? What’s really going on?

Why did my mom agree so easily for her to stay at our house in the first place? Right, that’s weird.

My old… Mom. She’s been a little, well, a lot crazier lately.

Ever since that incident, when I became a bit conspicuous to the world.

She smiles just now and says, “Hey, she’s a potential girlfriend too, isn’t she? You’ve become a man who can’t be left out.”. Even though you’re my mother, you seriously thought I would get my hands on her? That’s impossible. You’ve got too many flowers in your brain.

She’s my sister, and she’s a true fangirl type of girl. There is no way she doesn’t know Sayaka, and she gets so excited. What do you mean, “May I call you one-san?” The mother and daughter are both a little crazy.

Well, let’s say that we have no choice but to let her stay the night. 　Why did she leave another set of futon in my room?

What the hell is that old hag thinking?

It’s my sister’s…

Anyway, I’m going to take this futon to…

Knock-knock.

I heard a knocking sound in my room as I was thinking about it. By the way, people in my house don’t have the habit of knocking on the door of their rooms. So it’s obvious what that means.

”Y-yes.”

”I’m coming in.”

And sure enough. The woman at the door comes into my room, and there she is, Sayaka Saionji…

The hair is still a little wet, and the cheeks are still a little red from the heat of the bath.

After the bath… There is Sayaka in my room.

”Ah, y-your mother lent me this, but it’s a little too big.”

And why is she wearing the gray pajamas I always wear, which are clearly for men…

Oh no. What’s really going on here? I’m speechless.

”Hey, it’s a little embarrassing to be stared at so seriously… It’s too conpicuous.”

”N-no, you see, I don’t wear my glasses.”

No. The gap and all that, and I just stared at her unconsciously.

Even now, she’s acting timid in a way that bears no resemblance to her usually imposing self, hiding her face in the obviously long sleeves of my pajamas…

”Yes, yes. I’m always like this at home. Do you think it looks good on me?”

I mean, it’s really amazing to see her without makeup. It’s so different from my sister.

Besides, her usual uptight look is rather…

Seriously, what is this situation?

So many things have happened so suddenly that I don’t know what’s happening.

Uh?　Are you really staying here?　In my room?

O-on the contrary, is Sayaka okay with that?

Oh no. My head is spinning more and more…