Kneeling and begging to live past the age of 18

On Christmas Day, Bugarati still came to Miki Nozomi's house, but it was a little later.

"Boo-ja-la-ti-"

Naranja dragged out his voice, and brought Bugarati into the house.

"Didn't you help a lot of people on the road again?"

After all, it is already very popular, and now it brings so many things.

"Just something."

Although the pile of presents in his hand made Bugarati's explanation unconvincing, Naranja was just making a small complaint casually.

"Buggarati is here?"

Just as he was holding the small cake and putting it on the table, Nozomi Miki's eyes lit up, and he called Bugarati into the room, and then... took out a Christmas hat with a red end and a white ball.

"Come on, Bucciarati."

Miki Nozomi handed it to the other party with a smile.

"How could Christmas be without this."

Unprepared Bucciarati: ? ? ?

No, I've never worn anything like this before...

But in the end it was Bugarati, he kept his smile, took the Santa hat from Nozomi Miki's hand, and looked up around the room.

Everyone has Santa hats, even Apache...

Hell, he could see the relief in Bugarati's eyes, and Apaki froze for a moment when he was choked by the eyes, before he could open his mouth to defend himself.

"It's just Christmas."

That's why I wasn't tortured by these little devils, no!

For Apache's rebuttal, Buccarati just smiled, and sighed while wearing a Santa hat on his head very conforming to the trend.

"It seems that Apache has gotten along well with everyone."

"I don't have it!"

The layout has already been done in advance, and it is not time for dinner, but there is one unique activity of Miki Nozomi, which can last for several days from morning to night.

That is - unwrap presents.

"This year is more than last year."

Looking at the large and small gift boxes that almost filled most of the room, Naranja sighed as usual.

"As expected of my cousin."

To be able to handle so many interpersonal relationships well, every year there are gifts that need to be unwrapped for several days.

"This is too exaggerated!"

Fugo, who was brought to the special gift room by Nalanja, was shocked.

"How come there are so many presents? You can't finish unpacking so many!"

A good room is like a warehouse, the boxes are almost stacked to the roof, at least a hundred percent.

"That's just part of it."

Satisfied with Fugo's shock, Naranja puffed out her chest, very proud.

"There will be many gifts in the future."

After all, Christmas will last until Epiphany on January [-]th, which is a long time.

"I'm afraid this is not the treatment that even Bugarati doesn't have."

Due to his height, Apaki, who was pulled from the top, entered first.

There is at least a small part of it that he helped to move in. Even if he went out with Miki Nozomi once, he would return with a lot of things inexplicably in his hands, and it was free and free.

If I had known earlier, he originally thought that Bugarati's popularity as a gangster was too much, and now there is an even more extreme Miki Nozomi.Apaki couldn't help but suspect that people with popular specialties here would give birth to two.

"Cousin—cousin, look!"

It has been a few years since the surprise was opened, but Nalanja, who is still keen to open the gift, yelled and put the newly opened thing in front of Miki Nozomi like a treasure.

"We can order it later when we eat."

The candle in Nalanga's hand is carved in the shape of a Christmas tree, which is very festive, and even has other cute shapes such as little pumpkins, which are exquisite and beautiful.

"Okay, just in time."

San Muxi took the candle from Nalanga's hand and put it on the table.

Naranja continued to happily unwrap presents with others. At this time, Giorno's voice came from next to Miki Nozomi.

"Ash."

"Ok?"

Miki Nozomi turned her head and looked at Giorno.

"What happened to Giorno?"

"this."

Raising his hand, a jar of chili sauce tied with a ribbon came into view, and the red inside made Miki Nozomi's eyes light up.

"Chili sauce? It's great! I'm going to eat it later!"

The chili sauce was almost a happy result. Miki Nozomi walked briskly to the kitchen without seeing Naranca behind him with bulging cheeks and glaring at Giorno, and a big victory with a smile on his face. Giorno.

Naranja: "..."

Damn it, why did Giorno remove it to the hot sauce!

"Hello, Naranja."

Fugo, who was next to Naranja, poked him with his arm and asked in a low voice.

"You can't compete with your brother, can you?"

Based on Miki Nozomi's ability to patiently teach Naranja, he believes that this sister is not biased towards her two younger brothers.Although being an older sister is not biased, the two younger brothers may not be really harmonious and friendly in private.

Maybe it can be said that there is nothing wrong with fighting openly and secretly :)

After all, this kind of thing is just like when he was studying in school, it is a matter of contention, not to mention that Nalanja is still so controlling, and he never leaves his cousin.

"I'm not!"

Upon hearing Fuge's words, Naranja instantly exploded.

"I just compare... compare..."

Having said that, his voice became low and low, and he counted with his fingers a little bit,

"Giorno is studying well, can cook, is polite, well-behaved, and knows many things..."

After counting and counting, Nalanja's heart sank, and instantly felt that he was being beaten by the "power of the younger brother" in comparison with the other party.

Unable to bear it, Apache interrupted.

"Based on Naranja, you don't have any advantages at all, do you?"

Naranja: "..."

so real...

Autistic...

Really...

"Don't listen to Apache, Nalanga, you have many advantages!"

Putting down the half-opened packing box in his hand, Fugo patted Naranja on the shoulder to comfort him.

"look at you……"

Having said that, Fugo suddenly got stuck.

"you……"

Oops, what are the advantages of Naranja!Are you good at fighting?What does this have to do with being a good brother? ?

"Fogg, even you..."

Naranja's purple eyes were full of resentment.

He clearly said "Naranga, you have merit", but he couldn't say a word.

Oh, our friendship ends here! (bushi)

Seeing the embarrassing atmosphere between Fugo and Naranja, Buccarati smiled and rescued them.

"Naranga's words are very brave."

"Braveness alone is too little..."

Looking at the finger that he hadn't retracted, Naranja felt sad.

Do you only have the advantage of being brave?

"The most important thing is that you just love her."

Buccarati lowered his head, and his blue eyes seemed to think of something, which became softer.

"You are family, and this transcends everything else, as long as you love each other with all your heart, that's enough."

Because of love, even if there are many shortcomings, they can tolerate each other. What's more, Nalanja is not bad at all, isn't it? Quietness is a kind of personality, and liveliness is also a kind of personality.

Just like his father, in order to give him a better life, he worked hard every day.

"But I also want to love my cousin more."

After all, it was Italy. Naranca, who was not ashamed to discuss the word "love", held his chin with a blank face.

"I feel like I didn't help my cousin at all."

"There's still a lot of time, it's enough for you to have this intention now."

After all, not to mention Naranja's current age, he reckoned that even if Naranja was an adult, a person like Miki Nozomi who was loved by all the young and old in the city would not need Naranja's help.

Bugarati is good at perceiving other people's emotions, especially pain-related, but he has never felt this emotion in Miki Nozomi.

For the opponent, Naranga has never been a burden.

and so--

"Don't doubt yourself."

Bugarati's voice was firm.

"Naranja, you can just keep the way you are now."

"really?"

Naranja, who trusted Bugarati very much, was full of expectations.

"real."

"yeah!"

Naranja, who was affirmed, regained his happiness. He stood up happily, and ran to Miki Nozomi who had just left the kitchen.

"cousin--"

Hugging Miki Nozomi with a bear hug, Naranja rubbed her cheek vigorously, and spoke loudly as if announcing.

"I love you so much!"

Miki Nozomi:! ! !

Why did you come here all of a sudden?

Just when Miki Nozomi was surprised, Nalanja finally let go of his hand, but made a big circle again. He dragged his voice, and his eyes were filled with pure joy and firmness, shining inside, as if he was crying Light.

"I will love you more in the future, and I will love you more every day than yesterday."

Miki Nozomi: "..."

Cousin, your critical attack came a bit suddenly.

After being stunned for a moment, Miki Nozomi immediately realized that after staying here in Italy for so long, she was indeed used to similar words by more than a million points.

Sweet talk, Italian standard, she went to order a dessert and asked which one was the sweetest, and she would meet a little brother or sister who retorted, "Isn't the sweetest right in front of me?" Such words shocked people.

"Suddenly saying this, is it because someone encouraged you?"

After all, I have never seen you suddenly come over so excitedly to say this before.

Raising his hand and rubbing his cousin's head, Miki Nozomi replied seriously.

"I love you too."

Turning to rubbing Naranja's little face again, Miki Nozomi couldn't help laughing.

"Love you very, very much."

After all, the little cousin is so cute, who wouldn't like it?

"My face is going to be blushing—"

The siblings were enjoying themselves at the door of the kitchen, while Giorno on the other side looked up there, motionless.

At this time, I feel that I can't get in.

Giorno thought.

Although he and Axi had known each other earlier, in the final analysis, he had no blood relationship with the other party, so he couldn't be as straightforward as Nalanga, and said that for granted.

Speaking of which, what is the relationship between myself and Axi like?

I don't know how many times, Giorno thought about this question.

Neighbor?friend?But she seemed to be more important to me than those relationships.

Will it be family?Like the younger brother the other party said?

"Giorno?"

Just when Giorno lowered his eyes and pondered, a familiar voice rang in his ears. He raised his head and saw the figure of Miki Nozomi who had come to him.

"At this time, I won't favor one person over another. Giorno is also my favorite brother."

There was an all-too-familiar touch on the top of his head, and Giorno stared blankly at the obvious smile in Miki Nozomi's gentle brown eyes, and even a hint of narrowness.

I noticed you.

I have been watching you.

As she said this in her eyes, she said words that made people feel warm in her heart.

"I love Giorno very, very much too."

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Christmas is so good, and later on…