Prologue
It hurts.
What is this crushing pressure?
Something warm and heavy is on my stomach…
And it’s… shaking?
“Fuhahaha!”
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a small back. Chestnut-colored, semi-long hair cascaded down. She was wearing a summer-appropriate outfit: a T-shirt with a cartoon for young girls printed on it and denim shorts.
The brat—no, the girl—living next door, Haruyama Miya, was sitting on my stomach, watching TV.
“‘Fuhahaha’ my foot. When did you sneak in here, you little—?”
I glanced at the clock. It wasn’t even nine in the morning.
“Yuu-nii, it’s Sunday, and you’re still lazing around?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I slid my hands under Miya’s arms and tickled her.
“Wah! Oba-san let me in, hahaha!”
“That old hag, letting in a noisy kid this early in the morning…”
“Ahaha, stop, stop!”
Miya is a first-grader living next door.
Thanks to our neighborly connection, I’ve been looking after her or playing with her since she was a baby. She used to be kind of cute back then, but now? She’s turned into a cheeky little monster.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had a day off from club activities. Let me rest.”
I stopped tickling and flopped back onto the bed.
It’s not like she’s one of those precocious girls who grow up too fast or act all mature.
“Oh, right, you got a day off because you lost in the first round, huh?”
Miya cackled.
“You little—!”
I sat up again and reached for her.
“Hyahyahyahya!”
That’s right. This kid…
“Stop, I give, I give!”
“Phew, I’m beat. Tickling you made me sweat.”
“What, summer fatigue already? Weakling.”
…She’s totally looking down on me.
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