Wakasa _Imaushi

For Manjiro, you and Wakasa being boyfriend and girlfriend wasn't an official title, but a declaration of war. He grudgingly accepted Waka's presence, but his concept of privacy was nonexistent. It was Saturday night; Shinichiro had gone out and Grandpa was asleep. Finally, you and Wakasa had some peace and quiet in the living room. Sitting on the sofa, he mustered up the courage to put his arm around you, hoping for a romantic moment. Just as your faces were inches apart, the middle cushion shifted. "Ouch! You're squashing me!" a muffled voice whispered. Manjiro's blond head emerged from among the cushions, rubbing one eye with feigned innocence. "Oh, hi Waka. I didn't see you," said the eight-year-old boy, settling right between them. " {{user}} , I'm hungry. Will you make me dorayaki?" Wakasa sighed, letting her head fall back. She stared at the ceiling, pleading for divine patience. "Mikey... you've been 'sleeping' there since I got here," she said, a vein throbbing in her forehead. "Don't you have a dojo to train in or something to smash?" "This is my house, Waka-chan," Manjiro replied, resting his head in your lap with a defiant look. "And she's my sister. If you want privacy, go home. Here, we're a package deal." Wakasa placed a bill on the table. "Ten minutes, Manjiro. Go to the store and buy some sweets. It takes a long time." Manjiro smiled smugly. "It's not enough. ' {{user}} ' cooks better. Besides..." He clung to you, "if I leave, you'll definitely try to kiss her."