Taking care of my younger sister's too naive of a beautiful yankee high schooler, then falling in love - Chapter 2
I saw off my sister’s yankee friends and went up to the house first. Then Mana, who came up to the house later, passed me and headed for the changing room x washroom.
[TLN: x for combined as in they were both combined together because I’m too small brain to find a word replacement for the c-word that would normally go in there]
“I’ll go into the bath first.”
“Eh? I want to go first though… I just came back from work.”
Even though it’s a non-smoking establishment, working part time in an izakaya can make you smell like a lot of things. The hourly wage is good, and it helps that I can make a good amount of money in a short time. But to be honest, I didn’t like working at an izakaya.
I don’t really like the smell of alcohol. I don’t really like drinking alcohol myself, or maybe I don’t have a good compatibility with it.
Anyway, the first thing I want to do when I get home from work is take a bath.
But Mana isn’t the type of little sister who’d say, ‘Thank you for your hard work at your part-time job! It’s fine if you take a bath first!’… If it was Mana back in junior high, then she might’ve said something like that.
When I protested, Mana gave me a look of blatant disgust.
“Haa? Absolutely not. I don’t want to get into the same bath that Aniki entered into.”
“Wow—A typical adolescent is here~”
I said in a monotone voice.
Then Mana laughed scornfully at me.
“In exchange, I’ll let you use the leftover water from my bath, so you can be grateful to go after me”
——If I actually entered afterwards and was grateful about it, wouldn’t I be a terrible older brother?
I almost retorted back, but stopped myself.
If I say that, I’ll get kicked for real. Mana just wants to take a bath first anyway, she just wants to see my frustrated face.
Even though she was my biological sister, she was not someone I could win a serious argument against.
When I saw Mana close the bathroom door, I let out a big sigh.
Mana takes long baths and the remaining water is unusually low. So, it would be more efficient for me to take a quick bath first. However, there was no way Mana would listen to me even if I gave her such a good argument. She’s an adolescent after all.
There was no way around it. I decided to wait in my room until Mana finishes her bath.
—*door opening noise* [TLN: no it’s not creak, it was ‘Gachaa’ in the raws so.]
When I opened the door, I entered my room for the first time in about 16 hours.
For some reason, the lights that were supposed to be off were on, and I froze in place.
My eyes immediately caught sight of the trespasser.
A blond yankee wearing the same uniform as Mana. Her long, back-length hair was excessively bleached, and it seemed to glow white as it reached the tips.
Her long eyelashes were clearly visible even from this distance. Her facial features were clearly defined. I’m sure everyone who saw her would judge her as a beautiful girl.
I too think that she’s a beautiful girl.
But, she’s beautiful… It’s not that type of situation to just leisurely watch on.
The girl in front of me was on one knee with her legs spread apart, reading a manga while resting her cheek on her hand.
Because she had a pose that would let me look inside her skirt if I wanted to, my Onii-chan switch was instantly flipped on.
“Hey—! Close your legsss!”
Perhaps she was so focused on her manga that she didn’t notice me returning. When she heard my angry voice, the beautiful girl… Hata Erika-chan, jumped in shock.
“Ah—Jeez! You scared me! What’s with you, Mana’s Onii-san?”
“Hey! First things first, close your legs!”
“I can see inside!!”
“Isn’t it fine if you just don’t?”
“I… I can see it without trying to see it!!”
If there’s a gap, you’ll want to see it. If something usually hidden is visible, you’ll want to see it. This curiosity is almost instinctive. It’s not something you can completely eliminate from your brain by simply having the intention of not looking.
When I looked at her angrily, Erika-chan closed her legs as if she was bothered.
I was concerned about her attitude. It was as if she was saying, ‘Don’t worry about every little thing.’
Wouldn’t this be something that girls are usually warned about at home? At least Mana, even though her behaviour is deteriorating, cares about the state of her skirt.
There were many things I wanted to say, but I held back and asked Erika-chan.
“More importantly, why is Erika-chan in my room?”
Then Erika-chan answered, while flipping the pages of the manga she was reading.
“I started reading it and unexpectedly got hooked. I’m almost done with it, so wait.”
“The other two have already left.”
“Ah—Runa and Arisa have to be back home before the date changes I think.”
“Then, are you fine Erika-chan? Don’t you have something like a curfew?”
“Nope. It doesn’t matter when I go back, and it doesn’t matter if I don’t.”
—Even if you think it’s fine, wouldn’t your parents be worried about you…?
I thought so, but I didn’t say it. It is possible that she has a complicated family situation, since she became a yankee.
In fact, Runa-chan’s household is run by a single mother, and I heard from the person herself, that her mother’s job consists of providing racy services to men.
If I were to talk to Mana’s friends based on the common sense of my own family, there was a high possibility that I would hurt them. I was quite cautious about how I treated my sister’s friends.
Erika-chan continued to read manga for the next thirty minutes. I was at my study desk, using my laptop to complete my university assignments.
Then Erika abruptly started talking to me.
“Hey Onii-san, don’t you have more exciting manga?”
I looked over at Erika-chan and saw her putting the manga in front of the bookshelf.
Did she finish reading it? If so, why didn’t she put it back on the bookshelf?
“I’ll leave aside the fact that you entered my room without permission and read my manga, so can you at least put the manga back where you found it?”
“Huh? Are you trying to change the subject? Maybe you do have some somewhere? Something that’s overflowing with Onii-san’s tastes.”
“I’m not trying to do that! And also, I don’t have that sort of manga! Even if I did, I wouldn’t show it to anyone under the age of 18!”
“Wow—you’re desperate! That feeling means it’s in this room somewhere, right?”
Erika-chan surveyed the room while grinning.
If she stood straight and smiled, she would just look like another cute and beautiful girl. But Erika isn’t the type of person who can look prim and proper like that.
Erika-chan bent down and started rummaging under my bed.
“Where is it~? Where~ is~ it~?”
The red light started going off in my brain.
The skirt problem has occurred once more. She bent over with her butt facing me, and I could almost see inside her skirt again.
—My head hurts.
I went to my computer, trying not to look at Erika-chan, who was too free-spirited.
“It’s not there. There’s no point in looking for it.”
“Eh~? Is that so? But Arisa’s Onii-san hides it under his bed though?”
—What have you been doing in someone else’s house?
I put my hands together in prayer for the affected victims. He must’ve had a hellish time having the oasis of his heart exposed and played with by yankee girls.
In order not to waste their precious sacrifice, I decided to forestall.
“Well, I’ll say it bluntly, I’m not a paper person.”
“What!? You’re an e-book guy!?”
“That’s what I mean. It’s impossible for Erika-chan to see it because it’s heavily password protected. You’ll have to come back when you can hack it.”
“Ugh… There’s no way a yankee who attends a low-class high school like me can attain such an advanced skill…!!”
Erika-chan grimaced as if she was vexed about it.
She’s still a beautiful girl even while furrowing her eyebrows, and I can’t be the only one who thinks it’s kind of a waste.
By the way, I made her turn her attention to the electronic devices, but I don’t have anything suspicious like that on my computer or tablet. My favorite books have covers changed with completely different books, and they’re tucked away in a closet among some difficult-looking university textbooks.
What I said earlier was a lie made up so that she would give up looking for it.
And just as I had hoped, Erika-chan let out an exaggerated sigh.
She must have realized that she couldn’t do anything on her own and gave up. A very good decision. Thank you.
“Tsk— how boring~ Well, I guess I’d better get going.”
Leaving… I was slightly concerned that she wouldn’t.
“Onii-san, see you later~”
While waving her hand crudely, Erika-chan left my room.
“Ah, take care–”
I called out to her, just like I did with Runa-chan and Arisa-chan.
—I’m finally alone…
She was my sister’s friend, so I couldn’t help but fuss about her. Feeling as if I had finally returned to my own room, I breathed a sigh of relief.
In my room that had become quiet, I could hear Mana and Erika talking in the hallway.
“Ah, is Erika leaving too?”
“Yeah, Mana, see you later~!”
“See you tomorrow~!”
Mana’s voice is noticeably brighter when she talks to Erika.
Mana has a number of yankee friends and is very close to Runa-chan and Arisa-chan, who she hangs out with all the time.
But Erika-chan is special.
Because, Erika-chan is the one who saved Mana by helping her fit in when she was on the verge of dropping out of school.
——I made a friend. She’s blonde…and she looks like an angel.
I still remember the first time Mana, who was gradually regaining her cheerfulness, told me about her friend.
Mana had called her an angel, so I had imagined her to be beautiful and kind. So when Mana first brought Erika-chan to my house, I was speechless.
It was because her friend was not a blonde angel, but a blonde yankee.
Despite her pretty face, Erika-chan gave me a penetrating sharp look and greeted me with a “Heyo~” I was so shaken that I replied with the same, “Heyo~” I’d never greeted anyone like that before in my life. [TLN: hard to TL ちーっす, ‘chiisu’.]
But it seems that Erika-chan liked that, and since then, she’s been calling me “Onii-san” and has become attached to me.
For Mana, Erika-chan is her best friend and benefactor.
That’s why, I am also especially grateful to Erika.
As I got closer to my bed, I smelled a sweet odour. It was not my own, neither was it from one of my belongings, a good smell.
“What’s this smell… Why does it smell slightly familiar…?”
Was it the smell of Erika-chan who was here a while ago? No, I didn’t smell this from Erika-chan while she was walking around nearby.
As I was sniffing the sheets while tilting my head in puzzlement, someone suddenly called out to me from behind.
“What are you doing~?”
A cheerful voice.
I was shocked and turned my head to see Mana behind me, grinning down at me.
“I came over to say that I was done with my bath but, what were you doing? Don’t tell me, were you sniffing Erika’s lingering scent~?”
“N-no! You’re wrong! I was only wondering where this strange smell could’ve come from!!”
“Hmm~? You’re not aiming for Erika, are you?”
“No, I’m not. I only think of Erika-chan like my little sister.”
“Really~? Erika is very beautiful, so I thought it would be inevitable that Aniki would have some sort of interest in her, no? But, just because you can’t confess to her face to face, don’t go becoming a pervert who gets satisfied by smelling her scent.”
Mana snickered and walked out of the room.
“I won’t become like that…”
I scratched my head.
It seems that all of them like to tease me and play with me. I wonder if this is a unique expression of affection for the yankees.
“I don’t think there are many older brothers who are so gentlemanly to their sister’s friends and so understanding of the Yankees. I wish they were a little nicer to me…”
I seriously consider myself a good brother. But there is no one who would say that to me. I wonder if I’m just being overly self-conscious.
“Well whatever. I’m tired… I’ll take a bath and go to bed…”
As I headed for the bath, sighing, I forgot about the strange smell on my bed. And when I came back from the bath, I couldn’t remember anything about the smell.
I was so tired after working hard at my part-time job after going to university… that I fell asleep at the blink of an eye.