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My older brother won the quiz about Toujou's weakness. After I told him that his hint was useless, he shrugged as if he couldn't care less. "Ayato, you can't blame me. If you can't see your chances go by, then you don't deserve them. Well, at your age, it's a good thing to be clueless."
My mom summarized it in a single sentence. "Stupid children are cutest."
At the dinner table, my dad sculpted the rice into a fluffy Miiko. "I'm blessed by my tsundere wife, who can translate for my tsundere sons."
Who's stupid?! Who's tsundere?! I'll show them!
Mom said to Dad, "Ayato didn't deny being cute." I heard that, but I couldn't say anything against it. If I did, my parents would only laugh indulgently, mocking without actually mocking, so I kicked Aniki under the table. 'Do something about them,' I silently mouthed at him.
Naturally, my good-for-nothing brother did nothing.
...After confessing to Toujou, I've finally found his weakness. He's good at being a prince, but bad at being a person. Without shoujo manga as his guide, Toujou is high-strung, hopelessly sheltered, and a sore loser. An airhead who can't deal with a mere cockroach. Self-conscious about his low threshold for laughter.
His penchant towards people-pleasing extends to stalkers. I have the police on speed dial. Am I his boyfriend, or a watchdog for a dog-lover?
Surprisingly, the stupid one is Toujou, who struggles with being spoiled by my family.