Side: Clariossa
Clan was wholeheartedly devoted to her research, and her lifestyle suffered for it. Having been serious since birth, Koutarou couldn’t overlook that. He was already taking care of Yurika—who’d been sloppy since birth—so he also took it upon himself to take care of Clan.
“You jerk... You’ve made a mess of the place again.”
“It’s my room. Can’t you let me do as I please?”
“If I did that, your lab would be buried.”
“That’s where my partner comes in to cover for me.”
“Good grief...”
While griping, Koutarou began cleaning up Clan’s laboratory. Ever since they had gone to the past together, this had become a regular habit for him.
“Clan, if your citizens saw you like this, they’d cry.”
“They won’t see me. Besides, you’re cleaning up anyway.”
“How unladylike. You’ll never find someone to marry you at this rate.”
“...Then maybe you should just marry me...”
“Hmm? What was that?”
“Nothing. I was just mumbling to myself about calculations.”
“Just be careful. If you start talking to yourself on top of living in a hole like this, people will really start to think you’re an oddball.”
“...Maybe I should just kill you instead...”
Once upon a time, Clan had been pressed by necessity. Any delays in her work could have been fatal in Forthorthe of the past. That was why she’d needed someone to help her out. And since her laboratory was filled with technology from the future, Koutarou was really the only one she could count on.
But that was hardly the case anymore. She didn’t have any pressing research that needed to be completed immediately, so she certainly had the time to clean up after herself. Moreover, unlike her small spaceship, the Cradle, her space battleship, the Hazy Moon, had robots for cleaning. There was really no reason Koutarou should have to do it.
But the reason he was there nonetheless was because Clan wanted him to be. If she pretended like she was busy with her research and turned off the cleaning robots, Koutarou would eventually show up. Since she was too proud to say that she wanted to be with Koutarou, Clan resorted to desperate measures.
“...So, what about you, Veltlion?”
“What about me?”
“U-Um... Do you have any plans to take a bride?”
“Well, I dunno about that. Mackenzie keeps telling me to get a girlfriend, though.”
Whenever Clan wanted Koutarou to come clean, it was always because she had something she wanted to ask him or talk about. Today it was about his romantic inclinations.
“Why don’t you then?”
“I’m not really sure about all that.”
“Is there no one on your mind?”
“It’s not like there isn’t, but...”
Koutarou lightly blushed. He had only recently become aware of that.
“What does a couple even do?”
“What? Well―”
That was where Clan realized that she and Koutarou were already doing many of the things a couple would be on a daily basis. They spent their time with each other, often laughing, sometimes fighting. If being a couple was about sharing a life together, the two of them were already most of the way there.
“W-Well...”
“See, you don’t get it either, right?”
“R-Right...”
Clan blushed before Koutarou, who was giving her a wry smile. As she did, she made up her mind that she would research how to make Koutarou aware of what she’d just realized.
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