The living room of the Yuuki household was impeccably clean, the cool air conditioning offering a merciful reprieve from the sweltering July heat outside. Rito sat across from Nitta Haruko, offering a polite, welcoming smile, while Mikan sat quietly beside him.
Haruko cleared her throat, doing her absolute best to maintain a strict, professional demeanour. She sat up perfectly straight; her hands folded neatly in her lap.
"Yuuki Rito-san," Haruko began, her eyes darting slightly as she addressed Rito. "While I appreciate you receiving me, I must admit I was expecting your father, Saibai-sensei, to be present. I am aware your mother works overseas, but as Mikan's legal guardian, it is expected that the parents would attend these home visits."
She was trying to sound authoritative, though a small part of her otaku heart was crying out in disappointment that she wouldn't get to meet the famous mangaka in person.
"Ah, we apologize for that, Nitta-sensei," Rito replied with a respectful bow of his head. "Our dad has a separate studio downtown for his manga work. He mostly stays there, especially when deadlines are tight. He rarely comes home during those times."
"Yes, sensei." Mikan chimed in smoothly. "And because you gave us such a sudden notice today, we were unable to bring him out of work on such short notice. If we had known a bit earlier..."
Haruko flinched, a wave of visible embarrassment washing over her face. Mikan's perfectly reasonable explanation pierced right through her professional facade.
"Ah... r-right. I see," Haruko stammered, her cheeks flushing slightly. "That is... entirely my fault. I do apologize for the sudden nature of this visit. It was quite abrupt on my part."
Since the short notice was entirely her doing, Haruko quickly realized she couldn't press the parent issue any further. She took a quiet breath to steady herself. She planned to talk directly to Rito and was just about to shift gears and begin her real interrogation regarding the internet rumours.
"Well then, since you are acting as the head of the household today, there are some pressing matters I need to discuss regarding—"
"Before we get into that, Nitta-sensei," Rito interrupted gently, his tone incredibly warm. "If you don't mind, I'd like to ask... how is Mikan doing in school?"
Haruko blinked, completely thrown off guard by the sudden pivot. "E-Eh? Yuuki-san?"
"Yes, like… Is she getting along well with her classmates?" Rito asked, his golden-brown eyes completely earnest. "You see, she works very hard here at home, keeping everything organized. I just want to make sure that it's not affecting her at school-life."
Haruko's strict facade melted instantly. As a teacher, there was nothing she loved more than discussing her star student.
"Oh, you have absolutely nothing to worry about in that regard!" Haruko smiled warmly. "Yuuki-san is an exemplary student. She's at the top of her class in academics, she's responsible, and everyone relies on her. She truly is a joy to have in the classroom."
Hearing those words, Rito smiled. It was a gentle and happy smile that radiated pure brotherly affection. He looked over at his little sister and chuckled softly.
"That's a relief to hear," Rito said, his voice full of pride. "Mikan has always been the better of the two of us. I can be a bit clumsy and disorganized, but she holds everything together. Both me and our parents are incredibly proud of her."
Mikan's eyes widened slightly. A bright red blush rushed to her cheeks. She looked down, suddenly very interested in the ice cubes floating in her tea, trying desperately to hide her embarrassment.
"R-Rito, you don't have to say things like that in front of my teacher..." Mikan muttered, though the corners of her lips were trembling with a happy smile.
The atmosphere in the room had shifted from a tense interrogation to a comfortable, harmonious warmth. Seeing Rito's genuine love and care for his sister and Mikan's bashful reaction, Haruko felt a deep sense of relief.
'He doesn't give any signs of being a degenerate at all,' Haruko thought, her heart softening. 'He's just a sweet, polite, and caring older brother. To think I was worried about those silly internet rumours...'
"Well," Haruko began again, her tone much lighter and friendlier now. "Since we are being so honest with each other, I suppose I should bring up the real reason I was so eager to visit today. It's a bit awkward, but there have been some... viral internet rumours surrounding you, Yuuki Rito-san."
"Rumours about me?" Rito asked, raising an eyebrow, he had a pretty good idea about what kind of rumours fly around about him.
"Yes. It's about the idol, Run Elsie Jewelria-san, and allegations of you living with multiple girls," Haruko explained, preparing to hear Rito's answer as she reached forward to grab the glass of iced barley tea Mikan had poured for her.
Because of the severe summer humidity, a thick layer of condensation had formed on the outside of the glass.
As Haruko's fingers wrapped around it, the glass slipped from her grip, tumbling toward her lap.
"Ah!" Haruko gasped.
Rito's enhanced, superhuman reflexes kicked in instantly. Moving in an absolute blur, he leaned forward over the coffee table to catch the falling glass before it could ruin her clothes. His hand shot out, flawlessly catching the glass mid-air without spilling a single drop.
However, as if the universe itself was personally offended that Rito was navigating a social situation without any accidents, the tip of his foot caught the heavy wooden edge of the coffee table.
His momentum betrayed him. Rito tripped hard, flying directly over the table.
"Whoa—!"
BUMP.
"KYAAA!" Haruko shrieked.
Rito's left hand was still perfectly balancing the iced tea in the air, saving her clothes. However, his face was buried directly, and quite deeply, into Haruko's chest.
For a split second, time seemed to freeze. Rito's face was surrounded by the soft, yielding warmth of the teacher's cleavage pressing against his nose and cheeks.
And right then, in that completely disoriented state, staring into the abyss of his own chaotic luck... Rito's intrusive thoughts won.
He had a free right hand. He was a healthy teenage boy. The opportunity was literally thrust upon him.
Without thinking, Rito's free hand clamped down and gave Haruko's right breast a deliberate, firm squeeze.
Squish.
Haruko's eyes widened, a massive, deafening shriek tearing from her throat as her face turned a shade of red that rivalled a tomato. "HIIIIIEEEEE?!"
The loud, piercing scream echoed through the entire house.
Upstairs, the sudden noise startled the three alien princesses who were supposed to be hiding.
"What was that?!" Momo gasped, her tail twitching in alarm.
"It came from the living room!" Nana said. "Why don't we sneak down and just peek to see if everything is alright—"
Before the twins could even formulate a stealthy plan, Lala completely ignored them. Without a second thought, the first princess of Deviluke sprinted down the stairs at full speed, throwing the living room door wide open.
"Rito! What happened?! Are you under attack?!" Lala yelled, bursting into the room.
Unable to stop her, Nana and Momo quickly rushed in right behind their older sister, standing in the doorway of the living room.
Down on the sofa, Rito scrambled backward as if he had been burned, nearly tripping over the table again as he placed the perfectly safe glass of tea down. His own face was burning bright red.
"I-I'm so sorry!" Rito bowed furiously, waving his hands in a frantic panic. "That wasn't intentional! My foot caught the table, and in my disoriented state, I blindly grabbed something to regain my balance! I swear I was just trying to get up!"
It was a blatant lie, he definitely knew what he was squeezing, but it was the only excuse he had to save his and Mikan's dignity in front of her teacher.
Haruko sat frozen on the sofa, her arms crossed over her chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She looked at Rito, who was bowing so deeply his head was nearly touching his knees, his face red with shame.
'Uh… He... he did stop the tea from spilling on my clothes,' Haruko thought, her mind a chaotic whirlwind. 'And he's apologizing so sincerely. He's full of courtesy... accidents like this happen. I should tell him it's okay...'
Haruko opened her mouth to forgive him.
But then, her eyes drifted past Rito.
Standing in the doorway of the living room were three impossibly beautiful girls. All three of them had stunning pink hair. They were all wearing casual indoor clothes, clearly completely comfortable and living in this house.
Haruko's jaw dropped. The forgiveness died in her throat. Her brain completely short-circuited as the reality of the situation crashed down on her.
'The rumours...' Haruko's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Lala, Momo, and Nana. 'The Harem King... Living with multiple girls… they're all real!'
Sitting off to the side, completely ignored amidst the absolute chaos of the moment, Mikan let out a long, quiet sigh.
She watched her brother frantically apologizing to her stiff teacher while three alien princesses stood confused in the doorway. She rested her cheek in her hand, thinking silently about how, in this household, things absolutely never went according to plan.
But as she watched the ridiculous scene unfold, a small, genuine smile tugged at the corner of Mikan's lips. She realized that, despite all the headaches and the impossible situations, she had truly grown quite fond of this everyday chaos.
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