Crossover Anime: This is an izakaya, but you're treating it like a brothel.

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trouble!

Aoba's gaze fell on a partition at the end of the alley.

That's where people usually throw away their trash, and garbage trucks come to collect it, so there's a very narrow rain shelter there.

And in the pile of black garbage bags under the rain shelter.

A pitiful-looking girl, shivering all over, was fighting with a garbage bag for one of the few spaces to shelter from the rain.

The black aristocratic school uniform was wrinkled beyond recognition, and the skirt was dripping with water droplets.

It looked like a water ghost that had just been pulled from the river.

His face was also frighteningly pale.

This was the second time Aoba had witnessed such a scene.

Unfortunately...

The same person was listed both times.

Aoba walked to the awning with an umbrella, looking at the girl whose face was pale but who still pretended to be strong and indifferent.

"Miss Kaguya, are you cosplaying as a garbage bag here?"

Chapter 125 Becoming a Father Unexpectedly? Kaguya Shinomiya Likes to Call Me Dad!

She likes to run away from home.

Doing something that causes trouble for others without permission.

He's made a complete mess of himself; he doesn't care about his health at all.

They are the least deserving of pity!

Aoba, holding an umbrella, looked at Kaguya-sama, who was cosplaying the correct way to sort garbage under the awning.

I felt no sympathy whatsoever.

Perhaps he had just returned from that cruel other world.

I saw how teenagers like Aoichi and Mine, who were struggling to survive, made efforts to stay alive.

As you gain more experience and see more...

It always makes people feel inexplicably hostile.

This resentment may fade as life improves, or it may grow stronger as the burden increases.

What they have in common is that they both lead people to say things that hurt others.

That...

It is both a fact and a scar left on the road we came from.

Kaguya Shinomiya huddled under a rain shelter, raindrops pelting her from all directions.

It was like a shadow over her life.

No matter how you try to hide, you'll always find her.

The clothes on her body grew heavier and heavier, and countless memories in her mind swirled into a ball, making it difficult for her to distinguish whether she was in a dream or in reality.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of him.

The shadow was very tall.

He stood in front of her, shielding her from the onslaught of raindrops.

Who could it be...? Is it Hayasaka?

He didn't seem to greet Hayasaka when he came out; she's probably still anxiously looking for him.

If it's not Hayasaka, then who could it be?

In her dazed state, Kaguya Shinomiya seemed to hear reprimands and sarcasm.

Garbage... or...?

I feel like I'm really trash, utterly useless even in my very existence.

They are wasting everything the Shinomiya family owns.

Their only use might be to raise them up and then force them into marriage alliances.

But it seems like only a father would say something like that.

Could it be my father?

Kaguya struggled to raise her hands.

Just like when a child has just learned to walk, it reaches out in front of itself using both hands and feet.

Upon touching the hem of her clothes, she grabbed it tightly.

He pulled his whole body closer to her.

puff~

I fell into a very wide embrace.

The shadows are high.

Even when she stood on tiptoe, her cheeks could only touch her chest.

Moreover, its chest was firm, and it emitted a faint, pleasant fragrance.

However, it seemed that my father only smelled of smoke and alcohol.

Kaguya Shinomiya, desperate to prove herself, had never longed for her father's approval more than ever before. (307)

Or rather, what she wanted was the care and concern of her family.

That's something that would never exist in the Shinomiya family.

and so.

Even if the shadow before her was just a figment of her imagination, as long as she could lean on it for a while...

Just be her father for a little while.

"dad..."

The girl's soft murmur made Aoba stop in her tracks, which she had intended to walk away from.

The clothes I had just changed into after washing up were soaked with moisture once again.

This bath was a complete waste of time.

They even gained an unwanted daughter.

Aoba quietly picked up Kaguya Shinomiya and quickly walked towards the izakaya.

The movements were very gentle, and Kaguya Shinomiya, whom he was holding, was burning with fever.

Even a slight touch to the head was enough to feel the intense heat.

Considering the girl's recent behavior of calling him "Dad"...

Could this child have damaged their brain with a high fever and be hallucinating?

Back at the izakaya.

Aoba quickly placed Kaguya on a chair against the wall.

Seeing Kaguya's pale face flushed and burning, he prepared to go to the kitchen to make some more ginger soup.

His pharmacology skills have just reached level two, which might be helpful to her as well.

It wasn't until he got up that he realized Kaguya seemed to have already woken up.

Those beautiful eyes narrowed to slits as she stared at him blankly.

Her hands remained on her chest, gripping his clothes tightly.

"you..."

"Father~"

Before Qingye could finish speaking, the girl once again used brute force to rush into Qingye's arms.

Even without sight, Aoba could feel the image of the girl nestled in his arms, inhaling his scent.

Kaguya-sama, that's a bit much.

But what can you do when the girl in front of you is a patient?

Aoba reluctantly pulled the girl out of his arms, looked at her bewildered and pitiful appearance, and reached out to pinch her thin earlobe.

"Hey~"

Suddenly, Kaguya made a very cute sound, as if a sensitive spot had been touched.

"Uh... sorry."

"No! As long as Father is happy."

Kaguya tilted her head, her face still flushed, and gazed at Aoba with a dreamy look:

"I came in second place again this time, but I'll try harder next time."

"Hmm? Second place? You've already tried your best."

"But that would be a disgrace to the Shinomiya family."

"The Shinomiya family doesn't need you to do anything, as long as Kaguya is happy."

"Can..."

Kaguya wanted to argue, but neither her mind nor her body could resist.

She really is still very greedy.

I don't want to be criticized; I want more care and praise from my father.

"So, as a reward for Kaguya getting second place, shall I make her ginger soup?"