On the Way Home I Got a Bride and Twin Daughters, Who Were Dragons

Flashing lunch break ①

A chime starts lunch break and everyone leaves the classroom one after the other.

Speaking of which, I can't move while I'm stuck at my desk.

Aoi's been too close to me lately.

No, he's been pretty defenseless against me for a long time, but I feel like it's been an intentional thing since the day I got home from shopping during this time.

For example, if two people used to sit side by side on the dining couch, they would certainly leave their bodies unconsciously.

Now I'm gonna sit next to you. No, no, I'm gonna put my legs on my knees and my head on my shoulders.

Keep that thin chest close to me, and you'll catch your eye with a feverish gaze.

To be honest, my behavior is horny, saying that if I was sitting in a room seat, I would hug you from behind, or quietly cover you if you were lying in bed.

I've been meaning to know for a long time, but if I did, my favor from Aoi over the last few days shakes off the limits of the meter and I feel like a limit break.

I can't read the air, I realize I'm ignorant of women's hearts, and I don't care if they ask me out.

I can easily imagine Saab blowing something in that it has changed since the day of shopping.

That little devil kitten of yours.

I'll ask you the next time I see you.

For that reason, my mental fatigue is currently at its peak.

No, if you're a man, you can't have a meal.

If they're inviting me from the other side, I know it's better if it's delicious, but for some reason, I don't feel like I should be honest with them.

First of all, Jaja and Nana exist.

While I'm at home, there are always twins near me.

Naturally. I'm raising a child.

My father worked to earn money from the sharing of roles so far in our wind hostel, Shohei prepared meals, and I was in charge of cleaning, laundry, and fine chores.

Blah, if Shohei, the iron man in the chores, wants to do it, cleaning and laundry is easier than mine, and he can finish it faster than me, but then he loses my job.

My oldest son, I want to spare you the useless Letters.

Even if not, because my brother's specs are too high and my shadow is thin.

My family has been in balance for years because I dare to take the job.

Now Aoi is taking the lead in cleaning and laundry on my behalf.

We didn't really care, but Aoi cares a lot about himself and the twins being the burden of the wind house.

So I'm breathing trying to do all the details and all the chores that Aoi seems to be able to do.

What happens when you do that?

Mine, I don't have anything to do.

There's no way I can say to Aoi that I'm trying, 'I don't want you to do anything because my position is at stake'.

I mean, if I said that, I'd be a little guy with a great vessel. I have managed to keep only the bath cleaning alive.

That's how nature and the babysitting of the twins became my job.

So no matter how passionate Aoi comes, there's always Jaja or Nana nearby.

There's no way you're going to be hit by a troubled explosion next to your daughters!

Whether the twins are awake or asleep, I can't do that!

And secondly, you have family eyes!

Aoi comes into contact with me in no way mind, so naturally my father and Shohei have witnessed me perfectly.

That father of yours, he looks at me and laughs at me while I nibble at what's fun, so it comes to my head.

My brother, who knows too well what's sad, cares.

Whether I watch TV or tea, I get up quietly and disappear into the room, and I hold my head.

Shohei?

Brother, I need your help, either way.

At night, I tried to go to bed early, and during this time I put on some earphones and went into bed.

Where do you remember such knowledge? Though it would be too soon.

Besides, our room is close to my father's, even though it pinches one vacancy.

If you hear something like that coming or something, that bastard is set to say his disgust the next day with a full grin.

That's unbearable.

And finally, my image of Aoi has become fixed with my mother.

Aoi dealing with the twins is beautiful.

With the appearance of remaining young, its gentle smile makes me even feel a kind of divinity.

I am somehow resistant to having such an evil feeling about Aoi.

You have too many fantasies about women. I know it's my fault.

But, you know, "mother," you're beautiful, right?

Me and Shohei are both aware of the Mazakon.

This is nothing to be ashamed of.

My dead mother was a kind and strong man.

Our brothers, and our father, love our mother.

If we could see each other again, we would weep and sweeten.

Maybe that's why I have special feelings for my 'mother'.

It's bad for Aoi, but it's deep-rooted. My mother died for seven years.

In that short time, I can't cover it up.

And I'm getting exhausted.

It's puberty.

It's a boy!

You can't be unresponsive to the beautiful girl in front of you!

If you put up with the emotions in front of such a runaway step with iron reason and a few burdens, that would be tiring.

Jaja and Nana are still crying at night, although they've been calmer than before because they're playing with their eyes full at noon.

Jaja's Every Morning 'Dad! Don't go!' It also uses strength to endure the crying that appeals to me, and when I go up in school, I scrape my spirit to bits.

I wonder if I'm okay.

"Brother! What are you buying today!?

... You're out.

I was stuck at my desk, slowly waking up my upper body, searching for the Lord of Voices.

That guy was standing right next to my seat, and he was looking at me with a full grin.

"... hey"

"Usu!"

Ugh!

It's not.

I vomited one sigh I couldn't hide.

"For the first time in a while, I don't remember. I'm not gonna let you have lunch."

Though I would bring a delicious lunch box of Shohei Seal every day.