I Joined the Sentai Heroes Who Were Beautiful Girls Other Than Me but the Heroines Were All Yanderangers

12. Until I Turn Philance Yellow 1

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To me, my family was like a prison.

“Himawari, don’t talk back.”

“But! My brother…”

“Himawari!”

“…”

My father’s rough voice, to which I could never get used. I clenched my teeth to hold back my tears, and my father continued in a gentle voice.

“I want you to love the sunflowers just as much, okay Dad? Can you help me make friends with Katsura?”

Just hearing this made me feel like I was a stubborn, spoiled daughter and I couldn’t help but push back against Dad’s words.

In every house, maybe it’s natural, but in the Tsukinohaa family, Dad’s the strongest. No one can defy what Dad says. That’s why when something tough happens, I keep going back to Dad for help, but I always end up losing heart.

“Hey, Katsura.”

As I was about to go back to my room, I was hit with a sharp voice. Even though it was just my name being called, I was so scared that it felt like I was being slapped. More than Dad’s voice.

“You tried to get on Dad’s good side, huh?”

Tsukinohaa’s Katsura is my older brother by four years. Despite having the same hair color and eye color as me, he has good looks, is tall, and has lots of friends.

Since Dad became the president of a pharmaceutical company by marrying a wealthy executive’s daughter, Dad is particularly fond of such an excellent older brother. I can’t help but think that maybe Dad loves my older brother more than my mom.

“No way, I didn’t.”

I lie because I’m scared of being scolded by my older brother.

“Don’t lie.”

My lie is easily exposed, and just like always, I can’t go back to my room and am pushed into my older brother’s room.

“Honestly, I didn’t say anything.”

I’ve already given up before saying anything, so this isn’t a lie.

“Honestly, believe me, I didn’t say anything to Dad.”

Katsura’s room, which I’ve entered many times before, with a thin bed and manga and reference books lined up on the bookshelf. On the wall, there’s a uniform from the high school he’s been going to since spring, an olive-colored tie , and a navy-blue blazer.

Katsura’s high school is said to be very smart, and my mom brags about him to the neighbors whenever something happens. He was admitted to a famous high school, studies diligently every day, and helps me with my studies, so he was invited to a tutoring school. Next spring, I’ll become a middle school student, but my mom doesn’t talk much about me, probably because I’m not a high school student yet, or maybe because I’m not a child she can be proud of. I hope it’s the former. But anyway, for my mom, Katsura is her pride and joy.

“If you want me to believe you, just do it.”

“I understand.”

Katsura, who is considered the pride and joy of my parents, always irritates me by dragging me into his room and ordering me to take off my clothes. Lately, he doesn’t even have to give that command, and I just do it. This is not because I enjoy this act, but because I noticed that Katsura becomes more gentle when I do it.

“You betrayer!”

Bang, and a heavy punch hits my stomach, causing a sharp pain. Katsura grips my shoulders tightly, staring at me with a blank expression.

“Today’s just a day to be beaten up.”

“Don’t you hate it when your little sister goes against you?”

Continuing with the punch that was slightly lower than the last one, I instinctively added strength to my stomach, but it’s already too late.

“Kah, kah, kah, kah, kah, kah, kah, kah, kah.”

I can feel my saliva flying through the air and landing on the carpet. I try to cover my mouth with both hands, but the water that has already fallen on the floor cannot be taken back into my mouth. Even though not applying strength to my mouth would prevent the floor from getting wet, my stupid head keeps making the same mistake over and over again.

“Fool.”

As I look up at Katsura’s angry face, he is holding a leather belt in his hand and looking at me with an even angry expression. He’s angry because I messed up his room, right? I can’t help but feel nervous.

“I’m sorry.”

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“Yes, I’m sorry, big brother.”

If I just listen to what my big brother says, I won’t be in so much pain. It can’t be helped since he ‘loves’ me. My big brother gets angry because I try to run away or betray him even though he loves me. I’m still not an adult, so I don’t understand it very well, but I do understand that I’t betray someone who loves me very much. I believe that this is what it means to be loved , even if I, as a child, can’t understand it.

“I’m sorry, big brother. It was my fault.”

“I’m glad you understand, Himawari. Will you continue to do as I say from now on?”

“Yes, of course.”

My big brother said that if I just listened to what he said, he would always love me. I’m not as great as my father or as smart as my big brother, so this is the only way I can get love.

“Ki-Kiri, dinner is ready.”

As we were confirming our brotherly love, my mother called out from outside the room, so my big brother opened the door.

“Thank you, I’ll be down shortly.”

My big brother smiled as if nothing had happened and left the room to go downstairs to the living room. I, who was left behind, decided to get dressed for the time being. My neck was still red, so I went back to the next room to change into a turtleneck.

“……..”

As I left the room, I made eye contact with my mother, who had not yet returned to the living room.

“….”

My clothes were disheveled, my hair was a mess, there was a large bruise on my neck, and there was a little bit of blood coming from my thigh. I think my face was bright red and tear-stained.

But my mother only said,

“Himawari, come down to the living room quickly.”

and then disappeared.

I went back to my room and changed my clothes while crying.

That night, I wrote about the day’s events in my contact room as usual. A contact room is like an exchange diary with my homeroom teacher. All the classes in the lower grades do it, but in the upper grades, it depends on the teacher whether or not they do it. My homeroom teacher is a very bright and cheerful teacher who loves children, so even though we are in sixth grade, we exchange contacts every week.

‘This week, since it was my birthday, I went to a shop in front of the station to eat a parfait. I actually like cheesecake better, but when I was a child, I made a promise with my big brother that I would eat a parfait on my birthday, so every year, I go out with my big brother to eat a parfait on my birthday.’

‘Happy birthday, Himawari-san! You have a kind older brother. You and your older brother have a wonderful relationship!’

My big brother and I started going out to eat parfaits when I was in second grade, and I think my big brother was still in elementary school at the time. I can’t remember what anime it was, but I saw a scene where they were eating parfaits, and I got so spoiled that I wanted to eat one too, so he took me to a nearby family restaurant.

I got some money from my mother and went out holding hands with my big brother. I remember being so excited because it was the first time I had ever eaten out with just a child.

That day happened to be my birthday, and my big brother said that next year and the year after that, he would continue to go out with me to eat parfaits on my birthday. He promised that when I got older, he would take me to eat a jumbo parfait that was so big I wouldn’t be able to finish it.

However, that year was the first and last time I went out with my big brother to eat a parfait.

My big brother changed when he became a junior high school student. I think he must be very busy every day to the point that he has forgotten about our promise and my birthday. But I still believe that someday he will return to being the kind big brother he was back then and go out with me to eat a parfait again.

So for now, I will just do my best not to be hated by my big brother.