How many years has it been since I sat in the bathroom and looked at myself seriously?
I looked like a different person in the mirror.
I can't believe how much a little shorter hair can change me so much.
I had a hairdresser introduced to me, who believed that a cheap haircut would be enough, by Miyu to trim the length of my hair, and now I'm gawking at my unfamiliar haircut as if it were a stranger's.
Won't people laugh at me if I go to school like this?
My anxiety only grows.
The mere fact that I paid a lot of money for a haircut was enough to make me laugh in my former life.
"Ugggh..."
I kept fiddling with the collar of my blazer and my tie, and finally started to regret my outfit, which never looked quite right.
I was put on my little sister's rickshaw, but it was still a mistake to adapt to a woman's hobby.
My hairstyle, which I did as my hairdresser taught me, using a blow dryer and even wax, somehow looks worse than before.
I looked good right after I had my hair cut yesterday, but it seemed to look different from an amateur in terms of the way my hair was trimmed.
It was almost time to go to school, and I even woke up wanting to take a break from school.
No good.
I'm really embarrassed.
I feel like my unpopular life up until now would have been better than being seen like this.
"......Onii."
I heard a voice from the bathroom door, and I quickly withdrew the hand that was touching my hair.
Miyu is watching me with half of her body out of the door.
"What's wrong? It looks like you're trying to hide from me."
"That's not it. I think this is a good trend for you."
Miyu, who should have finished getting ready, came all the way to the bathroom and said this, so I'm sure she really meant it.
Is it really that great that I started to care about my appearance?
The world says that people should be judged by their personality rather than their face, but in the end, they criticize us if we don't pay attention to what they see.
"Doesn't it sound narcissistic to play with your hair in front of the mirror?"
"Of course, you shouldn't do it in public. At the very least, do it in the shade and don't worry about it when you go outside. Avoid public places, even in the bathroom."
My sister enters the washroom while lecturing me.
Face-to-face, she moved her eyes towards me from heels to head.
"Yeah. Completely unacceptable."
My little sister flatly bashed it, acting like a boss strict about the appearance of documents.
Even though she says it's completely unacceptable, everything about me is the same as usual except for my hairstyle.
Well, it's understandable that it's not good enough if Miyu is the one you're dealing with.
Looking at Miyu again, she is beautiful.
She didn't intend to seduce me, but she put those words so well together.
Her long hair is immaculately groomed, her skirt and blouse aren't wrinkled, and her clothes are probably the perfect size, even her underwear.
Her appearance is also very impressive.
Spine, hand position, foot orientation.
It is easy to understand why our ancestors compared courtesy and manners to flowers.
Miyu's figure wearing a uniform suits her so well like she's embodying the essence of the uniform. It would be more apt to say that the uniform had chosen to dress her, even though the uniform was not, by any means, dressing her.
"This blazer hasn't been cleaned in a while. It's got too many wrinkles. I bet you rolled it up and put it in your bag anyway."
Miyu pulls my clothes from the sleeves to the back and stretches them.
She was carrying an unusually emotional tone, but she didn't seem to be treating it roughly.
"Since it's cold today, just wear a jacket only. It's already the day to change into winter clothes, so I'll clean them next week."
I don't even care about cleaning unless my mother tells me to do it.
I don't even know how to clean clothes in the first place.
"The hem of your shirt is too close. The position of your hips is also strange. Okay, I'm taking off your pants."
Miyu took off my belt without asking for my permission.
There's no reason now, but it was the first time I'd had them taken off, so it was strangely embarrassing having my underwear being seen.
My pants are pulled down, my shirt is adjusted, but she doesn't lift my pants back up.
Miyu took a closer look at my belt, wrapped it around my waist, and frowned at the extra length.
"What's this."
"I'm sorry."
With my underwear on full display, I apologized flat out.
Miyu removed the metal fittings of the belt that was too long for my waist, looked at the tip, and sighed.
"Don't you know you can adjust it?"
"I know, but I don't know how to do it."
"Come on!"
My little sister pouts and gets angry.
This is the first time I've seen Miyu so expressive.
"I'll get the scissors, so wait."
"Eh, okay. If I don't leave now, I'll be late... but..."
Miyu ignored me and went to her room.
I commute to school by bicycle.
If I rush, I'll probably make it in time for morning assembly.
"-is it okay, Onii-chan?"
When she came back, Miyu sized me up good and cut the belt for me.
The original belt was not very long, so if I put the clasp through the innermost hole, it would just barely stay on my stomach.
When I was handed it back and put it on my pants, I did indeed notice that the lumpiness of the lower half of my body was gone.
"The dust on you is noticeable, so I'll take it off."
Miyu repeatedly sticks the adhesive tape she brought along on my clothes.
This is bad.
I seriously don't have time.
Once this is done, it's time to book it.
Let's go.
I'll go no matter what Miyu says.
"Mmm..."
Miyu was groaning while cleaning the dust off my uniform.
I have a terrible feeling about this.
"The length of the tie is not right."
"Okay, okay! I'll fix it! I'll fix it when we get there!"
I use my best gestures to show that I'm in a hurry.
It's just that my homeroom teacher has a bad mouth and a bad personality.
If you're a top performer, you'd probably be able to get away with some excuses. But for ordinary people like me, the only way to survive is to at least try not to get him in a bad mood.
"It's fine, isn't it?"
The actor restrained my rebellion with a calm tone.
She reaches around my neck and starts playing with my tie and collar, causing me to enter full surrender mode.
We are both silent, only the ticklish contact ensuing.
When she tightened my tie, I naturally straightened up.
"Now that you're looking good, it's the perfect opportunity to be coming in late."
Miyu finally closes the front button of my blazer.
She slapped me on the back and made me look in the mirror again.
"Wow..."
Those words of exclamation were by no means an agreement with Miyu's opinion.
It's getting hot.
No matter how much I changed the way I wore my clothes, I thought I had always looked tacky. But even though there wasn't anything special about it, it now looked quite splendid.
"Button your jacket when you stand up. Unbutton it when you sit down."
"Uh-huh."
I followed Miyu's instructions and put my hand on the second button of my jacket.
Then, she slapped my hand hard.
"Don't unbutton that one"
"Yes."
She is a rather strict little sister.
"Change your manners depending on the time and region. There's no need to adhere to it so rigidly. Uniforms look best when worn properly, so it's better to be conscious about it.''
"Got it."
Miyu certainly is cute and open-minded about eroticism, and that alone is enough to make her attractive.
However, I didn't understand why I was so attracted to Miyu.
The reason for this is finally known today.
I didn't even notice you were making such an effort.
That's why she's popular with both men and women.
I was finally freed from the bathroom, and before I knew it, I was putting on my shoes while looking at my bag, which had been moved to the entrance.
I feel very light.
Usually tattered leather shoes looked somewhat shiny.
"......Nn?"
This isn't because of my mood.
The leather shoes really are shiny.
"It's just for today. The first day is the most important day for a makeover after all."
Miyu is also putting on her shoes next to me.
I think you've done too much for me.
How am I supposed to feel?
I have to fall in love with another girl from now on.
Does this over-achieving little sister understand?
"Well, what the heck. Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Miyu had her usual clear face again.
She carries a bag in front of her and looks like she's going to an elite girls' school, so it feels strange that she's going to the same junior high school as me.
"Alright, let's go to school."
If the timing of the traffic signals is good, I might be able to slip in at the last minute.
I stopped, putting my hand on the front door and thinking of ways to avoid being late.
I was attacked by uncertain anxiety.
My mind is frightened by the dissonance that there will be people behind me.
That's right.
I've never left the house with Miyu before.
"Isn't time running out for Miyu, too?"
Actually, she's definitely on the track to being late.
Even as a guy, it took me 15 minutes to walk to junior high school.
I'm late for a 10-minute bike ride to school, so Miyu should have been late too.
"While I was dealing with an Onii-chan who couldn't even wear clothes properly, I became late by a lot."
Miyu stares at me, not seeming to be in any hurry.
Upright and immovable.
Waiting for something.
She was looking up at me, holding the bicycle keys in her hand.
"Ah......"
One chance.
The hope I had to slip in never came out of my mouth.
"It's troublesome to be late, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"I don't think I'll make it in time too though."
"Sounds like it, huh."
My sister still doesn't move.
I'm afraid she has calculated that far ahead.
"Ahh! All right! I'll just bring you there, okay!"
Raising my hands in a surrender pose, Miyu finally lifts her heavy legs.
It is truly regrettable, but no matter how hard I try, the fate that I will be late is certain.
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