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Inside the main estate, the night passed without incident, and time quickly turned to the next morning.
Within the family head's residence, Yura woke to her alarm as she always did, rising at the crack of dawn.
When the young onmyoji girl threw back her covers and straightened out the yukata that had gotten slightly wrinkled from a night's sleep, then slipped her feet into slippers and walked to the window to push it open, she looked outside and saw the golden morning sun just beginning to rise beyond the eastern wall.
Yura quietly covered her mouth and let out a yawn.
"Haah~"
She couldn't help it—she was still a bit sleepy.
After all, based on Yura's usual schedule, she'd normally be in bed by ten at night. But last night, in an uncharacteristic move, she'd stayed up until past eleven waiting for a certain someone to return before finally turning off the lights.
However, even though it was summer vacation, as the heir to the Keikain clan, she couldn't slack off on her daily training just because she was a little tired.
The early bird catches the worm!
With that thought, the young onmyoji slapped her cheeks to wake herself up, then turned and headed for the door.
First things first—wash up.
But as Yura stepped out of her room into the hallway, her wandering gaze caught sight of Bokue's door, which remained tightly shut in the distance.
The sight made the young onmyoji stop in her tracks without thinking.
Emmm...
Though it might sound a bit petty to say this, if she remembered correctly, she'd stayed up until past eleven last night waiting for a certain someone to come home—and right now, that very person was still in his room, sound asleep.
Yura felt a small twinge of resentment bubble up inside her.
Why should she be up this early fighting off drowsiness while the culprit behind it all got to sleep in without a care in the world?
That wasn't fair.
So she had to wake Bokue up too and make him train with her!
However—
Yura hesitated slightly.
Based on her understanding of her older brother, if she went to wake him up this early for training, Bokue definitely wouldn't be happy about it—he'd probably try to drag her back to bed to sleep in with him.
Like that time right after summer vacation started, and besides... hmm...
Recalling that previous experience, even though more than a month had passed, Yura couldn't help but feel her cheeks flush with heat.
She found herself unconsciously spreading her legs apart where they touched the floor, then bringing both hands forward and back as if gripping some kind of fire hose, miming the motion in the air.
In her memory, it had been about this big... no wait, maybe it needed to be a bit thicker.
Comparing it to the image in her mind, Yura went through several iterations before suddenly shaking her head hard, her face turning bright red as she took a deep breath.
No, no, no! What was she even doing?!
Right now she should be getting on with her morning training—she was already five whole minutes behind schedule!
But still...
Glancing once more at Bokue's tightly shut door, Yura bit her lower lip in indecision, took a deep breath, and walked over anyway.
Just like last time, she gently slid open the door and stepped inside. The room was quiet and still.
But the moment Yura entered the room, she caught a whiff of something that made her wrinkle her nose in displeasure.
It was like... dish soap mixed with raw egg.
Had her brother's room always smelled like this? It definitely hadn't yesterday when she'd come to air it out. Could a mouse have dragged in some rotting food?
But if food was rotting, it shouldn't smell like this...
Lost in thought, Yura found herself standing beside Bokue's futon without realizing it.
Looking down, she could see the young man still sleeping on his side with his back to her, his eyes lightly closed, clearly still deep in slumber.
And also... that flash of deep purple that absolutely should not have been there in his arms.
!!
Yura recognized instantly that the figure currently nestled in Bokue's embrace was none other than a certain kendo senpai.
Although their bodies were covered by blankets so she couldn't see the specifics of what was happening underneath, one person had their head resting against the other's chest—no matter how you looked at it, they were pressed together with zero distance between them!
Well, well, well! Last night he'd told her he hadn't done anything inappropriate with Busujima-senpai, and yet here he was the very next moment, sleeping with the senpai in his arms! And in their family home, no less!
At this thought, the young onmyoji took another deep breath.
Earlier it had been because she was conflicted, but now it was because she was angry!
She didn't even care anymore whether this might make things awkward—she bent down and grabbed Bokue's shoulder, forcefully rolling him from his side onto his back.
Bokue, sound asleep, offered almost no resistance as the young onmyoji outside the covers yanked him around, shifting him from lying on his side to flat on his back. Even Busujima Saeko, who'd been nestled in his arms, slipped free.
Yet even after all that, he still didn't wake up.
But just as Yura was about to take things a step further and yank the covers off the sleeping youth, almost the exact same thing as last time happened again.
The moment the corner of the blanket loosened, Bokue—as if sensing in his sleep that there was something nearby he could grab onto—accurately snatched Yura's arm, which was still outside the covers, and without a second thought pulled her straight into the futon.
"No...!"
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