"So tired."
In the Propaganda Department, Chiaki sat behind the desk, stretched, with a tired face.
At this time, a girl came in from the outside, looked at Chiaki, and asked, "Aren't you going to eat? It's almost midnight."
"Ah, Haruko."
Chiaki sat up straight, looked at her, and said, "Waiting for a while, I'll go later."
"What is it because of the Black Mask?"
Haruko became interested, pulled up a chair, and said, "You've been avoiding him for the past half month."
Chiaki held his chin and said, "I'm a little afraid to face him."
"There's no need to be afraid," Haruko said, "Half a month ago he asked me if you have a boyfriend. It seems that he wants to chase you."
"It is because of this that I refuse to have dinner with him." Chiaki said softly, "It's better not to let the relationship go any further."
"Why? It's okay to try to get along with it?" Haruko asked puzzledly, "He seems like a nice person, and he even saved you regardless of his own life."
"He saved me, and I will repay him in other ways, not in love."
"Are you really not planning to fall in love? just because of your brother?" Haruko said, "You can't hurt yourself because of your brother, right? The best time in life is wasted on taking care of your younger brother? And your younger brother is too, can't he be more self-reliant? Think about you more?"
"My younger brother is very good. He goes to work every day and is very capable. I don't allow you to say that about him."
Chiaki's tone became serious, staring at Haruko.
"I know, I know," Haruko said curiously, "You will also bring your brother over some other day, let me meet him."
"If get a chance."
Chiaki replied, turned her head angrily, raised her watch to check the time, felt that it was almost time, packed up her things, and then went to the cafeteria.
"Sure enough, he left."
Only then did Chiaki start eating, and after eating, she went back to work.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Chiaki got off work, and when she learned that he would not be at work tomorrow, she let out a sigh of relief.
She changed into casual clothes, took the uniform home to wash, left the association, and headed for the station.
But not far from the station, she saw the Black Mask again, faced his waving hand, bowed slightly to respond, immediately lowered her head, and left quickly.
After getting on the bus, and seeing the Black Mask figure disappear into the distance, Chiaki exhaled.
'I wish I could make him understand that I don't like him'
After a forty-minute drive, Chiaki got off at the vegetable market closest to home, bought some dishes, and then went home.
Kicking off the high heels, Chiaki put his feet into the slippers, walked into the house, put down the bag, sent a message, saw the content of the reply, his eyes lit up, and immediately went into the kitchen to work.
When the meal was about to be ready, there was the sound of the door opening and closing, and then a familiar voice sounded, "Sister, I'm back."
Chiaki wiped her hands with her apron, walked out of the kitchen, looked at her younger brother Kazuya and said, "How is it? Are you tired today?"
"Not tired at all," Kazuya raised the things in his hands and said, "I bought your favorite sesame eggs. By the way, there is another gift for you."
"You bought too much, I can't eat it." Chiaki said angrily, then opened the box that Kazuya handed over, picked up the contents, and looked a little surprised, "Is this a scarf?"
"Sister, your scarf is old, I asked you to change it but you didn't want to change it, so I bought it for you without authorization." Kazuya said, picked up the scarf, helped Chiaki wear it, and said with a smile, "It's so beautiful."
Chiaki flipped the scarf and asked, "How much did you spend on this scarf?"
Kazuya said with flickering eyes, "Two thousand and five hundred yen."
"Twenty-five hundred yen?" Chiaki looked at the trademark and said, "This seems to be an Oles brand, right? At least 10,000 yen..."
"There's nothing wrong with being more expensive," Kazuya said with a smile, "And I often get bonuses now, and I have saved a lot of money."
"That's what you earned hard." Chiaki said angrily, "You can't waste on this kind of thing."
"How can this be a waste?" Kazuya smiled and said, "Buying things for my sister is not a waste, otherwise what's the point of me earning money?"
Chiaki snorted and fiddled with the scarf, but couldn't help but smile, then thought of something, took off the scarf and put it on the sofa, ran to the kitchen, "My food."
"What a careless sister,"
Kazuya smelled the vague smell and helped her sister fold the scarf and put it in a bag, then went into the kitchen to help his sister serve the dishes.
Chiaki sat behind the table, looked at the somewhat burn dishes, and couldn't help saying: "Hey, the dishes are burned, I really..."
"It's fine," Kazuya said, "What's the big deal?"
"But you rarely eat at home," Chiaki sighed, her younger brother had to work part-time from Monday to Friday night and would not come back for dinner and work during the day on Saturday and Sunday, and he only eat at home the evening, but sometimes he tells her that his colleagues have a party and come back after dinner.
So it was hard for him to eat at home, and today she messed up, Chiaki was a little annoyed.
'Is it rare? ' Kazuya lowered his head slightly, then raised his head and said with a smile, "It's only a little bit, it's okay. This is my favorite dish, so I'm eating it,"
Kazuya said, brought the dishes, picked up the chopsticks, and ate with big mouthfuls.
"You..." The corners of Chiaki's mouth curled up, revealing a smile, and then said angrily: "Oh, don't eat the burn parts."
Seeing Kazuya eating, Chiaki suddenly remembered Haruko's words.
'In order to share my pressure, he became the mover, working every day until the night.
This is not independent?
He would rather be tired to give me an expensive gift.
Isn't this thinking for me?
Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand.
My brother is very capable
Moreover, spending time with my younger brother isn't a waste but worth it'
Thinking about it, Chiaki raised her hand and rubbed her younger brother's hair, looking at his bewildered face, couldn't help laughing.
My brother is my favorite.