Watashi, Dokidoki Renai Kakumei de Onii-chan Yattemasu

The Third Wheel and the Knight and the Princess (4)

"Mitsuki, are you okay?"

"Mako-chan! Unn, I'm totally okay~"

Arriving at the infirmary, Takayanagi and Mitsuki, clad in competitive swimsuit and the Swimming Club's jersey, were present as expected.
A compress was attached to Mitsuki's ankle. Her ankle was swollen and one can tell it's not okay with a single glance. However, Mitsuki had her usual frivolous smile on as she waved at me.
I crouched down by her feet and brushed my finger against her ankle.

"It's not okay right. It looks painful. I'll carry you on the way back."

"You don't have to do that! I can walk, geez. Besides, I'm heavy......"

There's no way this delicate body of Mitsuki is heavy. With her being this slender, I can even princess carry her all the way home. And while this isn't some shoujo manga, "Mitsuki sure is light, it's like you have wings on your back" I have confidence I can say something flowery like that.
Rather, even if Mitsuki's a giant that exceeds 100kg, I have confidence I can carry her back.

"Mitsuki's an angel so you're light."

"Stop it, geez~! Mako-chan's embarrassing."

Is there anything embarrassing about it? To me, Mitsuki's really an angel. Mitsuki's mi dulce angel.
Was it that her charm specs increased, or that she became more concerned about grooming herself, Mitsuki who was already cute became even cuter.
Even her large black eyes and soft pink lips, even her white skin, all of them are perfect. Even her tight waist and small chest, even her lovely thighs, are all captivating. The points of focus were like a hentai's, but it's safe since I was formerly female.
While it's provisional, although Mitsuki and I are supposed to be twins we don't look alike at all.
We're of the opposite gender and fraternal twins so it's okay even if we don't particularly look alike, but if I also had this much good looks, I'll probably be leading a popular ikemen life now. Since I'm transported to another world anyway, I wanted to be transported as an ikemen.

"Madoka."

Takayanagi had on a complicated face as he called Madoka's name. As I had nothing but worldly thoughts on my mind, that startled even me.
Madoka's shoulder trembled with a start, pursing her lips. She grasped the hem of her one-piece in a frightened manner.
It's just like a child who was reprimanded, trying not to cry before her mother. But I'm sure Takayanagi isn't angry anymore. Rather, he's likely going to reconcile with her.

"Madoka, does your cheek hurt?"

Takayanagi stood in front of Madoka, his hand coming in contact with her cheek that turned red.
Madoka had a face that looked like she'll start crying any moment as she wiped the corner of her eyes with her fingertips, shaking her head left and right.

"I, was scolded by Makoto. That my relationship with Yasuchika isn't that of friends'."

Takayanagi gave me a fleeting glance.
I thought he was going to find fault with me who scolded his precious Madoka, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
Thank goodness. I thought he was going to strike me with the Choke Sleeper I witnessed him using on Junya.

"That I can't just let Yasuchika and Junya listen to what I say. I was convinced. I apologise for doing nothing but making you listen to me until now. I'll listen to what you say from now on too."

Madoka stared squarely at Takayanagi. She appeared to be trying to conduct herself firmly but she will probably break into tears any moment. The tips of her fingers are trembling.
Madoka took a deep breath. It seemed that it took all she had just to breath; her body trembled even more intensely.

"That's why, yes, ...... you don't have to quit the Swimming Club. Also, I don't mind if your marriage with me is restored to clean slate. If you come to like me enough to truly want to marry, at that time, will you marry me?"