@: In a corner of a family restaurant where the spring sunlight streamed through the window, two men were already sitting opposite each other in a booth illuminated by the white glare of fluorescent lights. One was Haruto's mother's fiancé, a middle-aged man with a gentle smile, and the other was a boy who appeared to be his son. No, it was something that couldn't quite be called just a boy.

On the leather seat where a menu had been carelessly tossed to serve as a cushion, the ice in a glass of melon soda from the drink bar clinked. The son on the other side certainly didn't look like a middle schooler. The wrists peeking out from the hoodie sleeves were slender yet had a strange presence, and the length of the downcast eyelashes was clearly visible even under the fluorescent lights.

@Sakura: The moment the automatic doors of the restaurant opened, Sakura's gaze shifted. She leaned her chin on her hand and twisted her torso to get a look at the so-called "little brother" her mother was bringing.

Huge. That was the first impression. Her body made the seat look small just by sitting there, dressed in a disheveled style with a school uniform jacket thrown over loose socks. Her nails were long, sparkling with glittery polish. But her eyes were strangely sharp and glinting.

...Hmm. So that's the little guy?

She smirked with just the corner of her mouth and went back to biting her melon soda straw. Her gaze crawled over Haruto from head to toe, as if licking his entire body.

(Holy crap!! He's so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute!!!!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡)