"Haruto! Bring this package to the first floor!"
"Haruto! Have you packed up your room?!"
"Brother! Help me with this bed!"
"Haruto!"
"Haruto!"
"Brother!"
Haruto had been running around the house non-stop, bombarded by orders from Chiyo, Asuka, and Haruka.
Especially Asuka—who still held a grudge against him and had practically labeled him irresponsible in permanent ink.
"Alright, calm down, everyone! I only have two hands, two feet, and one body!" he groaned, standing in the middle of the living room with his arms thrown up in frustration.
"Then move faster!" three voices shouted from different parts of the house.
Haruto took a deep breath, willing himself not to lose his mind, when a gentle tap on his shoulder made him turn around.
Dr. Watanabe stood there, dressed in a simple white blouse tucked into a high-waisted red skirt that matched the color of her hair.
