Kitayama stared at them, then grunted.
"Tonight, you'll be drinking with us, Haruki."
"Yes, Mr. Kitayama."
"And KYOUKO!!!"
"Y-yes, Father..?" Kyouko blinked, already knowing something was coming.
"It's your job to pour sake for your husband. That's your role now."
Kyouko nodded quickly, face a little red. "Yes, Father…"
"And Haruki!"
"Yes, Mr. Kitayama?"
"When's the wedding? And how are you planning it?"
Haruki bowed politely, then looked up.
"Can I… ask to marry her here? In this house? And have the wedding ceremony at this place?"
Kitayama's eyes went still.
Serious.
Sharp.
But then.
He suddenly leaned back and broke into a grin, eyes bright.
"OHO!!!! Hanako!!!"
A distant voice from the hall, "Yes, dear~?"
"You heard that!? This is why I like Haruki more than that bastard Satoshi!!"
From outside the room, Hanako chuckled. "Yes, yes, I heard~"
"So—when, Haruki? When you planning this?"
