Chiyoko's Visit [1]

​A few years ago, I heard these three words from this video app called Neat Picks. It's basically an app where you can watch anime edits, short videos, and whatnot. Every time I scrolled, I'd come across videos that had these specific words: Anime - Canon - Events.

​At first, I was like, “The hell is this?” But after analyzing all of those videos, I gained a vague understanding. These canon events are similar situations that take place in almost every romance anime, and they all follow the same formula.

​Here are a few examples of those canon events: the festival episode, the school trip episode, the pool episode, the beach episode, and so many more. But one stood out and still stands out on social media; it's pretty popular.

​To me, though, it doesn't stand out because of popularity, no. It stands out because it's actually happening to me, sort of. The event is the Sick Day Episode. Only, I'm not sick.

​I'm very healthy, except for my heart, which wants to burst out of my chest. How am I experiencing this canon event? Well—because Chiyoko is standing right in front of me in our yard.

​I forgot that I told her where our house is, but even so, I definitely wasn't expecting her to actually visit. She wore a white shirt with a cute design of the words: I love Tokyo. Her hair wasn't tied this time. I could see its true length, which was from her head to under her posterior. Don't ask how I saw her posterior.

​Basically, it was as long as it could get, I think. What interested my eyes and heart was what she tied on the right side of her hair. It was the ribbon I gave her. It was tied like a neat bow, which just made her look that much cuter.

​This might come across as me gloating. But I myself know what it's like to not have a partner. It sucks, like a lot. All a person needs is to be patient and resilient; one day, a destined partner will come, I guarantee it.

​“Greetings, Hiro-chan,” Chiyoko greeted, her tone warm like freshly baked muffins. For a moment, there was a silence that had nothing to do with my parted lips and my dumbfounded expression.

​“... Hello... to you as well, Chiyo…” I trailed off while I wiped my face. Then I blinked a few times.

​Good lord… WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE!!! I mean, sure, it's sweet that she's visiting me, but, I blushed subtly. Why didn't she tell me? What if Mom was here? I haven't even told her I have a girlfriend.

​“Are you visiting because you missed me?” I teased as my blush disappeared.

​“As a matter of fact, I did,” she purred as her lips formed into a cat's mouth, and a few whiskers sprouted like flowers on her cheeks.

​“Hahahaha… that embarrasses me, you know.” I snickered. “I'm giving you points for honesty, though.”

​“I'm aware; that's why I said it.”

​“How rude of me. Please come in, my lady; make yourself at home.”

​I stepped to the side as I opened the door while she entered as I left it open. We headed for the living room as Miyu came into sight.

​“Who was it?” she asked without even looking at me.

​“Take a guess.”

​“Okay, now I'm curious.” She turned around on the couch as her gaze landed on the Tokyo version of Chiyoko. “No f'ing way, Chiyo, it's you!”

​“Hello, sister, it has been quite some time.”

​“It really has; I've missed you so much.”

​“And yet you have barely visited me over the past week.” Chiyoko pouted as her cheeks puffed up.

​Miyu let out fake tears that streamed like a river as she placed her index fingers together over and over in a repeated motion. “I'm sowy…”

​“I'm just joking; I feel a great thrill now that I am seeing you again.”

​“Me too!” Miyu chirped as she vaulted over the couch only to stand in front of Chiyoko as they both looked like two happy kittens meowing at each other.

​I got in between them as I gently gave them chops with both of my hands. “Okay girls, come back to reality now.”

​“Oh my.”

​“What's your deal, bro!”

​“You should be thanking me.”

​“For what, domestic abuse?”

​“Oh come on, quit being a baby.”

​“Alright, fine, I'll let you win this once, only this once.”

​Why did that last part have to sound so menacing?

​“I have an idea. Let's give Chiyo a tour of this antique of a house.”

​“Hey, be nice to the house; it's not its fault that it's old. But in any case, that's a good idea.”

​“Naturally; I'm the one who came up with it after all, so it makes sense that it's a good idea.”

​I stared at Miyu for a moment as an awkward silence overwhelmed the atmosphere as I sighed while placing my hand on my face. Then I turned to Chiyoko, “Are you interested in a tour of this antique?”

​“As long as you don't mind.”

​“Alrighty then, let's get this tour started.”

​Miyu led the way as she walked like a penguin seeing some fish while we followed closely behind her. We started in the kitchen, then the bathroom, the home gym.

​But while we entered the sitting room, Chiyoko bumped into a small shelf as a vase fell and shattered, but when we tried to clean it she refused and said she'll take care of it; we insisted but she refused. I'm guessing her politeness was on high alert then. Anyway, it seems the old lady really kept in shape.

​Almost everyone in our family works out in one way or another. It explains why Miyu's so fit and why I have a masculine build. But thankfully, it's those types of muscles that you can't see while I'm wearing a shirt. Even Mom works out on her off days.

[To be Continued...]