Momoi Taro wants to form a "don" brother duo, but it's a music anime.

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"Honestly, I knew it was you when my sister said she wanted to go eat oden instead. Didn't I tell you that you'd get kicked by a horse if you interrupted a girl's date?"

"Hina, that's incredibly rude," Saya said softly.

“Sister, even if he gets kicked by a horse, he won’t be in any trouble.” She smiled and turned to explain to her sister, patting Taro on the shoulder: “Because, that’s the kind of man Iroha is.”

“Ah, that’s right.” Taro nodded in agreement. Saya sighed and rubbed her forehead, “I really can’t stand you two. Your relationship is as good as ever.”

"Japanese cuisine, the menu..." Saya had just begun to ask when Japanese cuisine quickly interrupted her:

"Ah, I've already ordered. This store seems to also have blind box gift sets. I wonder what will be served later. Sister—doesn't this feel really cool?"

"Honestly, Japanese cuisine is so arbitrary," Saya closed her eyes and sighed softly. "If they serve something you don't want to eat later, don't complain, just eat it properly."

"Yes~" Hina said in a cute, drawn-out tone.

While waiting for the food to be served, the Japanese chef asked curiously:

"Neh, Taro, yesterday my sister said you were having a meeting with Yukina-chan and the others today, right? You came out so early? It's still breakfast time!"

Taro could only repeat what he had just said, and Hina nodded thoughtfully:

"I see. Taro probably feels that everyone is independent now, so he's feeling quite idle."

Hina nodded, then looked at Taro's face, her flippant tone tinged with seriousness, and said, "That expression doesn't suit Taro."

Taro raised an eyebrow slightly, asking in confusion, "What expression?"

"Hmm... how should I put it?" Hina looked up thoughtfully, trying her best to describe it: "It's like they've lost something..."

Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she exclaimed with delight, "Ah! I know! It's a forlorn expression."

Then she turned to look at Saya: "Right, right, sister~"

“Yes, that’s right. I started talking to you because I saw your expression,” Saya replied calmly to Hina.

At that moment, the owner presented three bowls of oden, covered with bamboo shoots, seaweed, and radish.

The owner was an elderly woman in her fifties or sixties with gray hair. She smiled kindly at the three people before returning to her food cart to continue working.

According to the restaurant's menu, these top items are the "minimum," while the items underneath are random.

"Wow~ It looks delicious." Hina's eyes sparkled as she looked at the oden. Here, oden wasn't served with bamboo skewers but with chopsticks. She picked up the chopsticks and said, "I'm starting."

Saya and Taro also picked up their chopsticks and said, "I'm starting to eat."

"Do I look like that?" Taro muttered to himself, stirring the contents of the bowl with his chopsticks to bring the contents to the top. It was mostly meat, and it looked pretty good.

“Hmm! But that’s a good thing.” Hina returned to her flippant tone, nodded in response to Taro’s words, and then put down her chopsticks: “Melancholy is the expression closest to happiness.”

“…I see, that’s well said.” Taro nodded, accepting the explanation readily.

“But I still don’t want Taro to look like that.” Hina’s voice lowered.

"Because...because, although Taro isn't my fan, I...and my sister, we've been Taro's fans for a long time."

Taro's eyes widened slightly as he looked at Hina with some surprise. Hina simply lowered her head, the shadow of her hair obscuring her face.

"That expression doesn't seem like the Momoi Taro I know." Hina looked up cheerfully and said to Saya in a sweet voice, "Right, right, sister?"

“Hmm, the Momoi Taro I know should be more confident and arrogant.” Saya said while flipping over the “safety net” with her chopsticks, “That kind of expression shouldn’t be on your face.”

"Ah!" Hina gasped, covering her mouth in surprise. She quickly grabbed a tissue and used it to spit out the contents of her mouth. "Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey—"

"Hina! Didn't I tell you? This is very rude." Saya couldn't help but scold, "As an idol, you need to be self-aware as an idol."

Hina looked at Saya with teary eyes and said, "But sister..."

"Sigh... really, wouldn't it be better if it were a little more mature?" Saya sighed, lowering her head to rummage through the oden, trying to count the different ingredients inside...

Then, her body stiffened involuntarily, and Saya rummaged through the soup and found several pieces of red stuff.

carrot……

Her brows furrowed, and she hesitated before picking up a slice of carrot...

"If you come up with food you don't want to eat later, don't complain, just eat it properly."

She'd already said it herself, so there was nothing she could do... She steeled herself, closed her eyes, brought the carrot to her lips, and took a small bite...

"yue——"

Unable to bear it any longer, Saya simply followed Hina's example and spat it out with a tissue.

Taro looked at the two of them with concern. Hina smiled awkwardly and said, "It's okay, we don't really like carrots."

"I see," Taro nodded slightly, reached out and used his chopsticks to pick out a carrot from the bowl of Japanese food, and said, "I'm just a little unsure what to do with it."

“Why not just write a song?” Hina smiled happily and put the carrot from her bowl into Momoi Taro’s bowl with her chopsticks. “They wrote their gratitude to you, so as a… um, something like a return gift? Write a song.”

"Seriously... why are there carrots in oden..." Saya paused for a moment, then began to complain in a low voice.

"Young lady, it's normal for oden to have radish in it. If you don't like it, you can give it to your boyfriend like that young lady did."

"Eh~ Do Taro and I look like that kind of relationship?" The Japanese girl, who was no longer there, smiled and picked up her chopsticks to enjoy the other ingredients.

"First of all, it is unreasonable to add carrots to oden. Putting aside the radish, I cannot agree with the practice of adding carrots no matter what."

"Secondly, Hina and Mr. Momoi don't have that kind of relationship," she said earnestly, leaving the boss somewhat at a loss for words.

"So, all I have to do is write songs?" Taro asked, as he sat down next to Saya with a bowl in his hand, taking all the carrots from Saya's bowl into his own.

Seeing this, Saya secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She then discussed with the boss whether or not carrots should be added.

Taro, once again, returned to Hina's side with the bowl in his hand.

As she put a piece of oden into her mouth, the Japanese woman said, "That's right, like writing a song for every band or something, that sounds so cool~"

Saya, who was arguing with the boss, stopped and said, "Please wait a minute. No matter how reckless you are, having to write a song every month is just too much..."

"Haha, my sister really cares about Taro. I'm almost jealous."

Hina chuckled a few times, then looked at her sister seriously and said:

"However, sister is underestimating Momoi Taro too much. He is Momoi Taro, he will definitely be fine."

"Hina—" Saya called out softly, somewhat displeased, "No matter what, playing three songs in such a short time is a bit too much..."

“Sister, that’s Momoi Taro, there’s definitely no problem.” Hiyori retorted to her sister, then said seriously, “Because, Taro is just that kind of amazing person~ He can do some super amazing things that only Taro can do!”

“Yes, I’m absolutely sure I’ll be fine…” Taro nodded in agreement, then paused slightly: “But—”

He suddenly lowered his head and devoured all the food in the bowl in one gulp, like watching a video of him eating at sixteen times the speed, leaving not a single drop of soup.

"Wait... mine..." Saya hesitated slightly, and just as she was about to say something, she shut her mouth.

Because, before she could even speak, Taro had already finished eating everything.

...I ate the carrot that Hina and I had already taken a bite of. Saya stared blankly at Taro's actions.

“However, there are indeed some things that only I can do right now!” Taro slammed down his chopsticks and stood up. “Thank you for the treat!”

Taro placed a few bills on the table, then turned to the two men and said, "I have other things to do, so this is on me. Thank you for your hospitality!"

The Japanese food clearly didn't take it to heart. Seeing Taro put down his chopsticks and not eat, it didn't even react to Taro eating the carrot that it had bitten off. It just smiled and waved, saying, "Take care on your journey!"

……

After Taro left, the Hikawa sisters continued to eat their oden slowly and deliberately, but for some reason, the atmosphere suddenly turned cold.

It seems that only Saya was affected; Hina just smiled and continued eating, praising, "This is delicious~" "Ah, this is delicious too~ Sister, you should try it too."

Saya responded occasionally, but the atmosphere remained tense.

Just as Saya was finishing her meal, she suddenly asked, "When are you planning to confess?"

Hikawa Sayo knows that Hikawa Hina likes Momoi Taro.

She knew even better that her younger sister was never the type of woman who would silently wait for someone to confess their feelings.

As expected, Hina wasn't surprised at all by her sister's question. She simply tilted her head and thought seriously for a moment before saying, "Who knows?"

"After all, I'm an active idol now, so dating is not allowed."

Then, she flashed a big smile: "I have no plans to give up my idol status right now. I'll do it when I have that thought."

Saya put down her chopsticks and sighed softly, "Really... being so passive will put you at a disadvantage."

"Aha... how about I go confess my feelings~" Hina covered her mouth and gave a sly smile.

Saya's body stiffened slightly, then she put her hands together as if to remain calm and said, "I'm full."

"Why would Hina think that? I didn't..."

Before Saya could finish speaking, Hina, who had moved ahead of her, interrupted her: "Sister, you're a liar. You clearly like Taro, don't you?"

Hina's assertive tone completely dispelled Saya's desire to object, but Hina didn't stop there:

"If my sister likes him, she can just confess to him. She doesn't need to be an idol."

“While that’s true…” Saya closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, “But Taro and I aren’t a good match.”

"Why?" Hina looked at her older sister curiously and asked, puzzled, "Is it not working there?"

"In short, it's not really suitable, so don't ask anymore." Saya sighed again, looking troubled.

"Oh..." Hina's voice sounded quite disappointed. After putting down her chopsticks, she said softly, "I'm full, sister. Let's go back."

"Okay, let's go back." Saya repeated, pulling Hina around as they turned. After taking a few steps away, she glanced back at Taro's empty bowl.

He sighed inwardly:

Because I can't do it.

I can't understand Mr. Momoi as well as Nina does.

Therefore, upon seeing Mr. Momoi's disappointed expression, his first thought was to ask Hina for help.

She fixed her gaze on Hina's face. Hina, noticing her gaze, leaned closer curiously and asked, "Sister? What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

My thoughts are not in sync with Taro's, just like Hina's, nor can I understand what he truly cares about.

Therefore, I think Japanese cuisine is the most suitable choice for Mr. Momoi.

Therefore, as the older sister, I will help Hina.

I simply...

"It's nothing." Saya gave a subtle smile. "Let's go back."