Why does the Ruined King still fall in love?

In fact, my lovely sister won't let me do anything at home. "Oni-chan, you're too slow and stupid!" This is what she usually says before Komachi's high score with a smile.

I’m so sorry for dragging your name through the mud! I promise to get you all the red bean croquettes you want, okay?

"You are a liar, Mr. Biqigu."

"Huh?" I looked back at Yukinoshita. "It's the truth. The truth!"

"Yes, yes." Yukinoshita sighed and returned to her book. "It does suit your personality, though."

"What do you mean?"

"Only someone as stupid as Pitchigus who forgets to dry his hair after a shower."

"!"

Hey, you take that back! Don't you know you insulted more than half of Neon people? Do you think you can face the world alone?

Well, now that I think about it, you probably can, and you don't need transcendental powers either.

But even though she was scolding me, I think I saw a smile on her face.

The day continued as usual, Yukinoshita continued to read, and I continued to live according to her wishes.

Yukinoshita said, "It looks like your parents have already returned home."

My mom's car was parked out front and I could hear Dad and Mom interacting, hurrying to the door and opening it quickly.

"Should I go out and say hello to them?" Yukinoshita asked, putting the book aside.

"Don't bother me." I sighed, preparing for what was to come.

The door opened, and before I knew it, my mother hugged me so deeply that she nearly knocked Yukinoshita over.

For reference, it's no surprise that my parents preferred my younger sister, Komachi.

However, there is one exception to this rule: If I am sick, I am promoted above Komachi.

Thus begins the motherly suffocation.

"Are you okay? Are you bleeding? How is your nose? How are your ears? Can you hear me, my son? Yes, huh?" She ignored me and kissed mine on the cheek A few times.

That's why I try to avoid getting sick.

While others would celebrate their study break for a few days, I found this to be a huge nuisance.

If anything, this just made me sicker.

With an audience like Yukinoshita, the situation has hardly improved... if anything, the awkwardness should have intensified.

But it doesn't.

Yukinoshita is probably worse off than I am in the family.

Again, I don't know any of this.

I don't know anything about Yukinoshita's family.

"Hmm... are you Yukinoshita?" My father finally realized that I was not alone in the room, not from the Hikigaya family.

"Nice to meet you. Thank you for taking care of my nasty son."

Hey dad, don't bow down to her! That'll just feed her ego! You're making all the men in the Hikigu family look submissive, pathetically bowing down to bossy women!

Yukinoshita bowed back.

"Nothing," she said.

My mother let me go long enough to observe this diplomatic response.

"You must be Yukinoshita's classmate..." Mom said slowly. "Thank you for being here looking after my troublesome son. He's been a trouble."

"He has been in my care...and I will continue to watch over him."

"Please do this." My mother bowed again.

Hey, what's going on with this atmosphere? Mom? Dad? Are you betraying me?

"That... Yukinoshita-san." My dad started to say. "Are you related to Senator Yukinoshita...?"

"That's my father, yes." Yukinoshita replied.

"Ha... ha... my son, being looked after by a congressman's daughter." Dad started laughing nervously.

I can sense a tinge of fear, maybe he worries that his corporate slave job might be threatened because of my relationship with a politician's daughter?

After all, for a married man with a son and a daughter, work is a must.

"Well, I'm still here, even though I'm used to being ignored," I said.

"That's great, honey," Mom said, immediately ignoring me completely.

37 seconds, well, my mom broke a new record.

"So please tell me, Yukinoshita-san-"

"Just call me Yukino, Ms. Hikiguchi." Yukinoshita said.

"Ah! Where's Yukino-chan? Well, you can call me Auntie, or Mom, if you want..."

"I... um... I'm most comfortable calling Ms. Hikigu—"

"Call auntie." Mom said with a smile.

Yukinoshita sighed.

Oh? So even Yukinoshita Yukino will lose the fight with my mother?

"Very well, Auntie..."

"It's so cute!" My mother exclaimed excitedly. "I think I can care less about my son's future. You know what, I've been worried that he'll grow up alone and end up marrying a cardboard like a gnawing old man."

Mom, if you can, please say paper people, after all, cardboard is too...

Although there is no difference between a paper man and a cardboard man.

Yukinoshita nodded in agreement.

"I worry about that too. However, I believe he has something to salvage as a member of this society."

"Please take good care of my son." Mom bowed again.

"I will do my best." Yukinoshita bowed back.

Seriously, the atmosphere is getting weirder and weirder.

"Son..." my father leaned over and whispered to me, "is that girl your girlfriend?"

"what?"

I ignored the fact that my father's jargon had been unknown for decades, and I was amazed he even connected it to me.

On further thought, however, it does seem to fit several tropes that are commonly thought of as love interests.

Cute girls who come over and cook for you and then take care of you when you're sick...maybe that's a good indicator test for all the other girls - except for Yukinoshita as you said.

"We're not even friends." I replied.

"So... there's hope, right?"

I don't think he understands what "we're not even friends" means...

"Oh! Where's our etiquette?" Mother gasped and stood up. "Here comes the snowy sauce. Let's prepare the tea... Do you mind staying for dinner?"

Yukinoshita looked very disturbed.

"I think I may be going home soon..."

"Come on! You're welcome in our family! You can help me prepare dinner. Didn't my useless son stay at your place last night? I believe you..."

"Ah...it's probably like this..." Yukinoshita said incoherently when she was dragged downstairs by my mother.

"Even if you put aside the identity of the daughter of a congressman, she is still a shining star." My father patted my hand and said.

I feel a crumpled roll of paper in my palm.

It was a ten thousand yen bill.

"Take her out on a date sometime." He said, closing the door and blinking.

So what exactly happened today?

Chapter 120 Two Short Stories · Up to now, I still can't answer

The only good thing about being sick in my house is that my mom spends a lot of time cooking my favorite meals.

That means, tonight's food will be very unhealthy, such as fried chicken, mayonnaise shrimp, rolled omelets and pickled foods.

Not to mention I can drink coffee MAX on the table, which is an unusual form of healing, but my mother believes that being happy is the best way to heal ailments.

Hence why every time Komachi gets sick, she gets a new toy or new clothes or the latest light novel.

I imagine the system could be abused, but let us know Hikigaya Hachiman has some honor reserved.

When dinner was over, I sat in the living room in my father's bathrobe.

My mother wanted to make sure my cold didn't come back, so I dressed for the weather, even though it was hot inside.

My dad is watching the football game next to me.

Meanwhile, my mother and Yukinoshita were preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"The favorite meal of Dumbo's son is chicken chops," Mom explained. "The trick is to season it with two pinches of salt and a pinch of chilli. Then add some cumin for the curry flavor."

"Ah..." If Yukinoshita had a notebook, I think it would replace the lessons she missed today.

The doorbell rang as my mom went on to talk about my food preferences.

"Hey, go and drive it." My father pushed me.

"Aren't I sick?"

"I was watching the game," he explained.

This bastard... Well, for the sake of my father being a social animal breeder in the company, I naturally readily agreed.

"Okay..." I got up and walked to the door.

I feel better than I did this morning: my knees are more stable, my chest isn't rattling with every sneeze.

The bell kept ringing.

"Oh! My useless son! Open the door!"

"Opening! I'm telling the truth, Mom..." I murmured and opened the door.

A breeze blew into my house like an impending snowstorm.

"Greetings, his name is Si-Yu-Yan-Jun~"

"Um...wait...w-what..."

"So this is the family...?" The voice was smooth and sophisticated.

One might expect the voice to be neutral, but the kimono-clad host has a hint of disgust.

"W-what...?"

"Mr. Biqigu. Hello." A cunning fox's voice came.

Her eyes were cold and piercing, and belonged to the elder sister of two sisters.

Standing in front of me were the rest of the Yukinoshita family, with the biting cold wind behind them.

"So... are you going to let us in, Yukata-kun?" Yukinoshita's father smiled politely.

"Um... oh... ah..." Their presence was overwhelming.

I feel so overwhelmed by their mental stress that it's like a bleached ocean is suffocating me!

"Then I'll let myself in," said the leader of the Yukinoshita family.

"Oh! Who's there, son?"

My father's curious voice came from the living room.

"Hmm... I think that's your father, Yukata-kun?"