I Joined the Sentai Heroes Who Were Beautiful Girls Other Than Me but the Heroines Were All Yanderangers - I Joined the Sentai Heroes Who Were Beautiful Girls Other Than Me but the Heroines Were All Yanderangers chapter 89

89. Asagisora’s Folly

“W-what?”

When I turned around a beat late, what jumped into my view was Big Brother’s back.

And long, glossy pink hair.

“It’s still ten minutes before our meeting time. How long have you really been waiting?”

“Actually, a little while longer. Because I wanted to see Senpai sooner.”

“What’s that? I guess we were thinking the same thing. How embarrassing.”

“He-he, but Momo got here first, so it seems like Momo wanted to see you more.”

After listening for a bit to the worthless exchange unfolding before my eyes in a daze, I was finally able to open my mouth.

“Um, Big Brother… and Sekichiku Momo. Why are you here?”

My question, which came out trembling in both voice and body, was met with,

“Don’t be mad… I couldn’t sleep yesterday because I was so nervous.”

“Eh? Is that why you were late? Senpai is so cute.”

“I wasn’t late.”

They continued their conversation as if my words, no, as if everything around them didn’t exist.

“Big Brother!!!”

Impulsively, I grabbed Big Brother’s arm from behind. Big Brother’s arm, which had been completely off guard, stiffened, and my hand was shaken off.

“Whoa!?”

When Big Brother caught sight of me, he slowly lowered the arm he had shaken off as if nothing had happened.

“Oh, I’m surprised. It’s Himawari. I thought someone else had suddenly appeared.”

Even if he had been shaken off by a mere human, a hero’s strong body shouldn’t feel any pain. But as if to compensate for the sensation that had disappeared from my fingertips, my chest ached.

“What’s wrong? Why are you here?”

Big Brother turned back to me and tilted his head. I couldn’t detect any trace of mockery or malicious intent to punish me in his eyes.

“Why, because of our… promise.”

“Promise?”

Even after I said that much, Big Brother still didn’t seem to get it and looked up in the air as if trying to remember something. In that gap, Sekichiku Momo smiled aggressively at me and threw her arms around Big Brother’s right arm.

“Last night, you promised to meet me… That’s why I was waiting.”

I don’t mind waiting. The time I spend waiting for Big Brother is time I am offering my life to Big Brother without a doubt, so no matter how long I wait, it is meaningful, happy, and significant to me. That’s why I can wait as long as I need to.

But that’s only if I’m “waiting.” If Big Brother isn’t making me wait, then none of it has any value.

“…Oh! That’s right. Sorry, Himawari!”

A hand that had been flippantly raised appeared before me with a “pon.”

“I forgot. I’m sorry.”

The reaction was the complete opposite of when I first carried out my big brother’s “stay” order.

“I see.”

At that time, my big brother was devastated of me. But even then, he was still kind. I later came to understand that it was for my sake. He was being kind to me to correct the mistaken form of love I held within me .

But now, my big brother is apologizing to me to fend me off. It’s an apology for my sake, a kindness for my big brother’s sake.

“It’s okay, sometimes you forget. I don’t mind at all.”

Even so, I won’t betray or blame my big brother. I won’t doubt him or get angry. I’m not allowed to do such things. That’s what I swore.

“I waited just as I was told, without arousing suspicion from the police or station staff. I was only spoken to once, but I managed to convince them. I stayed in places where people wouldn’t pass by during the night.”

I lowered my head slightly, expecting him to stroke me as usual, but my big brother’s right arm was firmly gripped by Sekichitou.

“Hey, there’s something I want to talk to you about, big brother. Something I have to talk about.”

“…Ah.”

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“I just want a little bit of your time, big brother. Just the two of us.”

My big brother looked at Sekichitou’s face, not mine.

“Hina Aoi, I’m sorry.”

And then, he gave me a curt, unpleasant reply.

“Well, I can really sense Hina Aoi’s feelings for me, but, um.”

His arm was being pulled insistently. My big brother’s expression was one of embarrassment rather than being troubled.

“I’ve started dating Momo. So, being alone with Hina Aoi… I don’t think I can do that anymore.”

A strange, sickening atmosphere hung between the two of them. My big brother’s words brought its nature and color into sharp relief.

“If there’s anything you’re worried about work with your hero, why don’t you talk to the doctor? She’s a woman too, and Dr. Gentian understands you better than I do.”

“T-that’s not the issue… Because…”

It’s not a matter of men and women. That’s not what this is about.

In my world, there’s only my big brother and everyone else. I have no one but my big brother. No one else could ever take his place.

“I’ll continue to support you as Philance Blue, but I’d like to refrain from doing anything that would sadden or worry Momo… You understand, don’t you?”

My big brother wants me to be understanding. My body complies with that, whether I like it or not.

“…I understand. I’m sorry for being selfish.”

I don’t want to be hated. I don’t want to be abandoned. I don’t want to be separated.

“Thank you, I knew Hina would support me.”

I wanted to be treated well by my big brother. I wanted to be used. I wanted to be a convenient being that was only useful. I wanted to be a tool for my big brother, for my big brother’s sake.

“Of course!”

The ‘me’ that is desired now is certainly not the me who would confess my feelings or develop romantic feelings.

“I’m glad, big brother.”

There’s a sense of inconsistency and unnaturalness. There are things I want to ask. But my big brother doesn’t want that. What he wants is an existence that doesn’t interfere with his private life, that doesn’t do anything unnecessary. I mustn’t act on my emotions. I must sense it, realize it, and then, this time and every other time, I will continue to protect my big brother’s world from the shadows as Philance Yellow. That is the right thing to do .

That is the form of love that considers the other person.

“Are the two of you going out now? Sorry for getting in the way. Bye-bye.”

“Yeah, be careful on your way back.”

He won’t even look me in the eye when he says goodbye.

I don’t care about that. I shut down my vision, my mind, my heart, everything. I simply become an empty shell, an existence that won’t interfere with my big brother’s world. I mustn’t cause him any worry . I have no right to take my big brother’s happiness away from him.

Surrounded by excessive air conditioning and pointless noise, I try to stuff down the emotion that closely resembles sadness. I certainly won’t let it escape through my eyes or anything. I’ll hide it away somewhere even deeper within my body first.

“Excuse me, can I charge this?”

“Where are you transferring to?”

“It’s so hot today, I should have worn a hat.”

“You’re late again, did you oversleep?”

“Apparently, it’s going to rain over there.”

“Do you charge for bags?”

“Oh no, I left my phone at home.”

“Look at that, she’s so beautiful.”

When I focus on my own feelings, unnecessary information just flows into my head and disappears somewhere. I feel good because the sounds I’m not interested in don’t hurt me at all.

“Excuse me, are you talking to me?”

In the midst of all that, a gentle and dignified voice suddenly emerged. Behind the pillar that was not visible from near the ticket gate.

“I’m sorry, but I’d like you to refrain from talking to me so that I won’t be mistaken for someone important to me.”

There stood a woman without glasses.