My Seatmate is Apparently My Wife from My Past Life; She Still Loves Me in This Life as Well

“I guess I’ll have to make something even my brother can eat.”

“You make it sound like I’m a picky eater! I don’t usually have many food preferences.”

“Uraku always says everything is delicious. I like that about you.”

“We’ve only had a meal together once or twice… Wait, what!? Kamidama!? Why are you here!?”

The next day. Saturday. Even though I don’t usually stay home, I do enjoy a good day off.

It’s only natural since I don’t have to go to school, which I can’t say I love, even if I don’t hate it.

The more free time I have, the better. That’s the kind of person I am. This morning, after seeing off Asahi and Sanae, I was caught by Aika while planning where to go today.

Usually, I’d come up with an excuse and sneak away, but I can’t do that anymore.

Even if it’s awkward or unnatural, if we try to come closer, we’ll surely become real siblings someday.

To do that, we should spend some time together—thinking that, I found Kamidama waiting for me with Aika.

What… is going on here?

Why is she casually entering my house…?

Is this trespassing? But Kamidama isn’t the type to break the law; she’s just weird.

She’s just an eccentric, not an unlawful person. That’s still pretty bad, though…

Dealing with people who don’t cross the line into illegality is the hardest… I could only nod deeply.

Well, it must be Aika who invited her. Why she did that… gives me a headache, but there must be a reason.

What are they going to make me do today…?

I shivered, feeling that today might turn into a bad day.

“But why is Kamidama here…? Aika, you can cook well enough on your own, right?”

“But you can’t eat what I make, right? So, I thought it would be natural to ask someone whose food you’ve eaten.”

“…How do you know I could eat Kamidama’s bento…?”

“Hehe, I bragged.”

“She bragged about it.”

Aika gripped the ladle tightly, while Kamidama smiled cheerfully.

It felt like spring and winter coexisting, I thought, trying to escape reality.

“So, I was annoyed and decided to ask for help.”

“Annoyed, huh…”

Despite that, Aika was making a rational decision. While I admired her toughness, I also felt she might be misunderstanding something.

“Sorry, but I don’t think it’s a matter of taste… If it were, I’d be the worst kind of person.”

“Yes, I understand. That’s why I invited Senior Kamidama, brother.”

If it were just a matter of taste, the recipe would suffice. Aika spoke as if it were obvious.

Uh… so, what does that mean?

Pretending to understand, Kamidama laughed, seeing right through me.

Kamidama always sees through these things, which is scary sometimes.

“In other words, we think you might be able to eat the food if you make it with your beloved bride.”

“Well, Kamidama isn’t my bride or girlfriend, so give it up, Aika.”

“So, the less familiar the person, the more you can eat, right…?”

“That’s not entirely wrong…”

I can eat convenience store bento and school lunches if I’m careful, and eating out is no problem.

It’s just the food from this house that I can’t handle.

Saying this makes me seem like I hate my family, which I don’t think I do, but it feels that way.

“But wasn’t my bento the best?”

“Ugh… damn it, yeah, it was.”

“Hehe. I like that you admit it, even though you complain.”

“What do you mean by ‘like me’… Isn’t that a roundabout insult?”

“Brother, stop being so mushy. It’s embarrassing.”

“Was I being mushy…!?”

With Kamidama, Aika becomes somewhat unreasonable. Like stepping on my foot without warning, it’s very unreasonable.

Stop twisting your foot; it really hurts.

Isn’t her violence level increasing…? I don’t mind the closeness, but I’d like her to learn non-violent communication.

“What is it, Aika? Are you jealous of Kamidama?”

“Don’t be conceited! I really hate that part of you!”

“So you like me most of the time…”

“That casual talk, like the old you… No, it feels like a real brother and irritates me. Can I hit you?”

“You already are…”

Aika’s fists made a cute sound but hurt, distorting my expression.

I think it’s not good for a big brother to condone violence…

She’s always been active like this with me.

I glanced at Kamidama, seeking her opinion.

There she was, puffing out her cheeks.

It was unusual—no, I don’t know Kamidama well enough to say that—but it was a rare sight.

She looked clearly displeased but still cute as she stared at me.

“…Not fair.”

“What?”

“I want you to pay more attention to me too…”

“Stop saying that with a cute voice and eyes… It’s shaking my resolve.”

I almost treated her like Aika, which was dangerous.

I’ve already let my guard down a lot with Kamidama—my heart was open from the start.

This is an unusual situation for many people.

If I let my reason lose here, I’d be stuck in a quagmire.

I don’t want that…

Getting swayed by an enigmatic girl is too much…

“Well, I’m lucky to eat Kamidama’s food. It’ll be lunch, right? I’m looking forward to it.”

“That’s exactly what I mean…”

“What do you mean…?”

Despite her reproachful look, Kamidama’s cheeks relaxed happily.

She didn’t hear my little complaint about matching her emotions and words.