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Mikado had imagined the moment he’d properly meet Kaguya-chan differently.
He didn’t know how or why, exactly.
Just thought that maybe glowing lights or a choir of invisible moon spirits only visible through VR glasses would be involved.
After all, it wouldn’t be the first time that something dramatic happened.
Instead, he just sat cross-legged on the floor of Iroha’s apartment and watched an alien princess and his baby sister argue about syrup.
“You used too much! There’s a limit!” Iroha chided, hands on her hips.
“No, I didn’t! You always put this exact amount in my pancakes!” Kaguya-chan stomped her foot, cheeks puffed.
“Or are you saying I have a bad memory?!”
“Of course not!” Iroha’s eyes widened in horror. “I just… don’t know how much sugar your body can take!"
“Iroha made it, so I can take lots of it!” Kaguya-chan huffed, confident as ever.
Iroha looked torn between exasperation and utter besottedness. She tried to grab the syrup anyway, clearly choosing exasperation over restraint.
Mikado stared, unsure what to say.
He had never seen his sister look this animated about anything—music maybe, but never like this.
This… passionate.
On the tablet propped against the coffee machine, Yachiyo-chan’s head tilted, her twintails swaying gently.
“I do believe syrup is supposed to be unequal, no? Adhere to tastes?”
“Can it,” both girls snapped in perfect sync, glaring briefly at her.
Yachiyo-chan raised her hands in mock defeat. Her own digital pancakes remained untouched, though a little syrup-heavy.
Mikado slowly picked up a pancake from his own plate, still dumbfounded.
He knew he’d funded the research, paid for the materials, and absorbed the frankly alarming energy bill spike.
Hence why direct contact was inevitable—but all of this still felt a little surreal.
“Iroha, please!” Kaguya-chan switched to pleading, having clearly realized normal methods wouldn’t work, eyes shining.
“It’s been forever since I had syrup!”
Iroha frowned, lips twisted in sympathy. Apparently, her mental fortitude only did so much.
“It’s just… I don’t want your return to be colored by mistakes or fallouts,” she explained softly.
Mikado nodded. That was sweet of her. Really.
But this was still Kaguya-chan they were talking about.
Kaguya-chan’s eyes turned visibly watery.
“It’s because they’re yours that will never happen!” The princess exclaimed, sniffing. “Even if they were as hard as steel, I’d still die happily, Iroha.”
Iroha’s face turned a deep red at that.
Mikado took a bite of his pancake before he could laugh at how quickly Kaguya-chan’s tears vanished.
Her “yippy!” echoed as Iroha poured syrup generously over her pancakes.
Clearly, she had given in.
He munched, sighing in joy. Perfectly fluffy, slightly crisp at the edges, sweetness balanced just right.
Yachiyo-chan glanced at him furtively, as if jealous that he could taste it.
Then she sighed in relief as Kaguya-chan devoured her pancakes and Iroha’s relaxed smile lit the room.
Mikado supposed he couldn’t blame his sister for wanting her girlfriend back—not if she looked that happy.
Yachiyo-chan seemed to agree, her gentle smile betraying relief as she ate too.
Plus Kaguya-chan’s genuine tears while munching were undeniably cute.