Chapter 192: Morning With You

4:00 AM sharp.

At a time when the sky was still pitch black, Miyahito, who was sleeping alone for the first time since returning to Tokyo, had already gotten up and washed up.

Last night, after the little cutie Ayase returned from the Shirogane house, she immediately clung to Utaha, clamoring that she wanted to sleep and chat with her "older sister" tonight.

Utaha, who was gradually accepting and trying to change her mindset toward this request from her little "sister," naturally wouldn't refuse.

Helping the "rebellious" little Ayase, the older and younger "sisters" joined forces to suppress Miyahito's protests, happily linking arms and heading upstairs to enjoy their intimate girls' time.

Leaving Miyahito all alone, forced to make do with sleeping on the living room sofa with a blanket.

However, seeing how Ayase acted last night, and considering a certain someone who was already planning to have her boyfriend pick Ayase up to play every other weekend, Miyahito figured that if he continued living in this house... he should probably consider swapping the living room sofa for a sofa bed.

After all, of the only two rooms on the second floor of this house, one had been converted into a recording studio by Miyahito himself, and the other was the bedroom he shared with Utaha.

After busying himself in the kitchen for a short while, Miyahito looked satisfactorily at the breakfast he had prepared for his girlfriend and little sister, nodding in approval.

"Mhm, all done!"

Taking off his apron and keeping the food warm, Miyahito left the kitchen, grabbed a simple casual outfit from the second-floor walk-in closet, and changed in the washroom.

Casually grabbing his car keys, wallet, and phone, Miyahito prepared to head out.

He wanted to take advantage of the early hour, just after the fishing boats had docked at the port, to visit the market and buy some fresh seafood to prepare for Miyuki-nii's birthday party tonight.

Wheeling his motorcycle out of the garage, Miyahito stood by the road, holding the handlebars, and looked around at the surrounding streets still immersed in the quiet of the night.

Then, putting on his black full-face helmet, he swung his leg over and mounted the seat.

Ignition, clutch, throttle.

'Autumn this year feels like it's arriving earlier than in previous years,' Miyahito thought to himself as he rode, looking at the passing scenery through his helmet visor.

Slowing down a bit, he let go of the left handlebar and pulled up the zipper of his collar slightly.

'It's only early September, and the morning breeze is already getting a bit chilly.'

Gripping the handlebars again, Miyahito slowly twisted the throttle, and under his control, the motorcycle gradually began to accelerate.

Riding through the quiet city streets that had yet to wake up after the previous day's hustle and bustle.

Unknowingly, the bustling lights and traffic not far away silently reflected on the visor of Miyahito's helmet.

It was as if he could hear the boisterous clamor of the crowd and smell the scent of everyday life.

"Whoa, there are so many people." Looking at the increasingly close bustling market, the corners of Miyahito's mouth curled up slightly as he murmured to himself, "I need to hurry."

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to buy the big lobsters Utaha loved the most.

...

Not long after Miyahito left the house, Utaha woke up.

Perhaps it was because she couldn't feel his familiar presence? Or maybe she couldn't feel the usual weight of something she was hugging?

Anyway, Utaha, who was now wide awake and staring blankly at the ceiling, was even more groggy than yesterday.

"Mm... Onee-san...."

Seemingly sensing something in her sleep, Ayase, who had been quietly embraced by her senior's ample bosom, opened her eyes slightly. Looking at her "older sister" with eyes full of sleepiness, she murmured.

The little cutie's murmuring voice finally brought Utaha's wandering mind back.

"It's nothing..." Her eyes gradually clearing, she looked down at the little cutie nestled in her arms, the corners of her mouth involuntarily curling into a doting and gentle smile.

Gently stroking the girl's soft, dark hair, Utaha bent down slightly and softly soothed the drowsy Ayase by her ear.

"Go back to sleep, little Ayase."

"Mm... then I'll keep sleeping... Onee... Onee-san.... Zzz...."

After coaxing her little sister back to sleep, Utaha, whose sleepiness had mostly vanished, carefully extricated herself from the covers. Stepping into her indoor slippers by the bed, she stood up.

She didn't leave the room immediately. Instead, she carefully tucked the blankets around the soundly sleeping Ayase and used the remote to raise the air conditioner's temperature slightly before tiptoeing out of the room.

Heading to the second-floor walk-in closet, she muttered, "Why did they get bigger again? Sigh, so annoying, I have to go buy new bras again," while changing into a set of loungewear. She then casually draped her hairband over her right elbow.

Raising her hands, with a hair tie held in her mouth, she tied her long hair into a high ponytail while walking down the stairs.

Once she reached the first floor, Utaha, having finished her ponytail, put the hairband from her arm back onto her head.

(Well... I just don't quite understand. If she already tied her hair up, why does Utaha still need to wear a hairband? Don't get it, don't get it ┑(￣Д￣)┍)

"Miyahito~~" Peeking half her body out from behind the wall at the corner of the living room, Utaha called out. Getting no response, she walked out from behind the corner in confusion.

Walking toward the sofa where Miyahito slept, she muttered softly, "Not here? Did Miyahito go out this early?"

Lifting the blanket on the sofa and looking at the empty cushions, Utaha subconsciously turned her head to look at the clock in front of the TV stand.

Mm... a little past 6:30.

Her Miyahito went out this early?

Turning and walking into the kitchen, the first thing she saw was the thermal cooker in its warming mode. Curious, Utaha walked over and opened it.

Unsurprisingly, inside were two plates of stir-fried broccoli with fresh squid, covered with lids to keep them warm.

Since there was a main dish, the rice cooker probably had cooked rice inside, and the pot on the stove should be soup? That's right, it was a light and clear vegetable and pork broth.

"Thank you for your hard work, anata (darling)."

Looking at the elegant yet hearty breakfast her boyfriend had prepared for her and her little sister early in the morning, Utaha's eyes curved into crescents, the curve of her lips filled with an indescribable love.

Suddenly, her fingertips inadvertently brushed against her own lips.

Utaha's mind involuntarily recalled that first, most heart-fluttering, and thrilling kiss from last night.

A shy blush flew across her cheeks, and Utaha subconsciously let out a soft "Tch."

Raising her hand to pat her burning cheeks, as if to emphasize or to cover something up, she muttered softly.

"This is all Miyahito's fault!"

So.

Don't get all worked up first thing in the morning! You perverted light novel author!