“Nee-chan, you’re smirking so obviously.”
“And you, Riona, you look happier than usual.”
After we’d seen Ryouya-kun and Mio-chan off, I was cleaning up the dining room with Riona. I was in an excellent mood.
The plan to make Ryouya-kun ours was on schedule. Nee-chan and I had spent the past months slowly desensitizing his sense of normal, and the result was that he now went along with our unreasonable requests as a matter of course.
So today he put pair rings on me and Nee-chan’s left ring fingers, in front of Mom, Dad, and Mio-chan. Earlier-Ryouya would absolutely not have done that.
The peripheral targets are also locked down per the plan. Ryouya-kun’s father, mother, Mio-chan, and grandmother are all on our side.
Mom and Dad noticed at today’s party how Nee-chan and I feel. Mom is fully on our team, and while Dad will probably grumble, he’s easy to manage in practice.
“He still hasn’t confessed though.”
“Self-esteem like Ryouya’s, he wouldn’t confess in the first place.”
“A normal boy would’ve already gone for it after all this.”
“Ryouya is not normal.”
After everything we’d done, a normal boy would have read the they’re into me signal and confessed. From Ryouya, nothing.
But this was anticipated. If Ryouya-kun isn’t going to confess to us, we’ll confess to him. The boy must confess is an outdated piece of thinking, frankly.
With the surroundings already locked, all that remains is to pick the moment. Specifically, when, where, and how the confession happens is already decided in our heads.
We’re going to engineer a situation where it’s literally impossible to refuse, and we’ll confess then. That way the I misheard or misunderstanding outs are eliminated. A perfect-fit situation is coming soon, and that’s when we strike.
“Ryouya-kun is finally about to become ours.”
“Mm. No matter what happens, I am not handing Ryouya to anyone else.”
A little patience still required, and then Ryouya-kun is ours. I couldn’t wait.
“Wait for us, Ryouya-kun.”
“You don’t escape, not even once.”
Just a little longer until Ryouya-kun is ours.