“Hey, Mom.”

“What?”

“I’m enrolled in high school, right?”

“… No, you’re not.”

She’s got her eyes swimming all over the place, and it’s obvious that she’s upset.

“Really?”

“Really, it’s true.”

“You’re not lying?”

“No, I’m not.”

“If I was, I’d hate you.”

“Huh? Eh, you know, that… you’re enrolled! I lied, I’m sorry.”

“Yes, yes, good.”

When I patted her head, she wriggled happily, as if her earlier tears were a lie.

“But it’s your fault too, Ao-kun. If I told you, you’d say you wanted to go, wouldn’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“See! Muuu!”

Mom patted my chest with a weak, cute onomatopoeic sound.

After Mom calmed down, I asked her about it and she said that I was formally enrolled in school. It is a joke world that if a male student enrolls in a school, the ratio of students who enroll in the school goes up.

She said not many males go to the school.

Some don’t want to go, or their families won’t let them go.

“I’m only going for a little while.”

“How long is a little bit?”

“Four weeks?”

“Almost every day! No, never.”

“Three times a week?”

“No!”

Mom’s cheeks puffed out in desperate resistance.

“I want to got three times a week.”

“I won’t let you go even if you sound so sweet. Even Rimi would say so.”

“Please, Mother, I’ll do anything for you.”

“… Did you say anything?”

‘Yeah.”

“Then don’t go to school!”

“That’s not a negotiation.”

“Ugh, Ao-kun, you’re terrible!”

“Okay, is this okay?”

I gently kissed my mother’s forehead.

She froze for a moment and then, when she understood what had happened, her face turned red and she looked at me with a sideways glance.

“Ao-kun, I would think about it if you did it here instead of on my forehead.”

She said and pointed to her lush lips.

“Do it here?”

“… Huh, okay.”

I lightly press my lips together.

“Is that okay?”

“Ummm, yes. I can’t help it, Ao-kun. Three times a week?”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Hehehe, I’m glad you’re happy, Ao.-kun”

… !??

Suddenly, I felt a shiver down my back and turned around…

“Big brother? Explain, hey?”

There was Rimi with a face so angry that I thought it was written on her face that she was jealous.

Apparently, it’s going to be a long story.