I Shaved. Then I Brought a High School Girl Home.

Volume 4, Chapter 1: Rightness

Translator : CJYH

Editor : chelly

“Live right.”

That’s what my father used to say.

I have heard these words over and over since I was a child growing up.

My father was really mild-mannered, and his life wasn’t anything too special.

He attended a local primary school and middle school. He devoted himself to studying and was able to enter an elite high school. He passed the entrance exam for a prestigious university and got in. After completing his life as a student, he became a civil servant.

As a child, I watched my father work as a civil servant and support my mother and me. At first, I simply thought that right meant people like him.

But as I got older, I started to understand less and less what being right was.

There were many times when I was blamed for a fight that was clearly caused by someone else’s selfishness. Other times, a kid who had done nothing was suddenly bullied in class. Those bullies were so unreasonable.

Whenever I didn’t understand something, I would ask my father What was that all about? Somehow, I had hoped that my father would have a clear answer.

But my father’s answer to the question was the same every time, which was very disappointing to me as a child.

“I can’t say anything about that.”

My father often said.

“From your point of view, it may look like the other party was in the wrong, but I’m sure they have their own reasons.”

My father’s answers were always like that, and as a young boy, I was very confused.

But I’ve always wondered if I should be on the side of those who do things that aren’t right, even though they may have a valid reason.

One time, I was so frustrated that I confronted my father about it.

“You told me to live right! So, you’re saying it’s right to keep saying, ‘I can’t say anything about that’?!”

I said this out loud during dinner, to which my father replied with a sigh.

“Nothing is ever right.”

I remember being stunned by that answer.

My father slowly continued.

“There’s something more important than making the right choice.”

I’ve never forgotten what my father said after that.

“It’s about… trying to be right. It’s important to keep thinking… about what’s right.”

*

As I looked at the man standing in front of me, who claimed to be Sayu’s brother, I felt a cold sweat beginning to trickle down my back.

From the way Sayu reacted, there was no doubt that this man was related to Sayu, whether he was her biological brother or not.

I don’t think it’s a joke that he came to pick her up. After all, he had tracked down the exact place where Sayu was staying and had come directly to confront her.

I was speechless. Once Issa took his gaze off me, he called out to Sayu.

“You knew it couldn’t stay like this forever. Why don’t you just stop acting on impulse and come back?”

At Issa’s words, Sayu fell silent for a few seconds, then shook her head with tears in her eyes.

“…No.”

She stared directly at Issa and continued.

“I’m not ready to go home… yet.”

“How long are you going to keep acting like a child?!”

Issa shouted to Sayu. She was taken aback.

“What’s the point of running away from home when you can’t even support yourself on your own?! You’ve also cut off all contact with me and drifted all the way here! What are you going to do if you get holed up with some asshole?!”

“Well, that’s… Yoshida-san’s a good guy.”

“Sayu, unlike children, adults can pretend to be ‘good’ as much as they want. You never know how many heinous things they might be thinking in their mind while putting on a good face…”

“Yoshida-san’s not like that!”

Sayu shouted, interrupting Issa. This time, Issa was the one surprised. My eyes widened as it was the first time that I saw Sayu get angry.

“Don’t use Yoshida-san to scold me.”

After saying it bluntly, Sayu was surprised at what she said and dropped her gaze down to the floor.

Issa stood with his mouth open. After a few seconds, he seemed to remember what he wanted to say and started to speak again.

“It was certainly not a good idea to speak ill of someone I didn’t know well. I humbly apologize.”

“Oh… no, it’s fine.”

I gave a vague reply as he suddenly bowed down his head.

Issa then quickly shifted his gaze from me to Sayu and continued to speak.

“Regardless of how you feel Sayu, you can’t keep on running away anymore.”

As if she had realized something from those words, Sayu looked up anxiously and stared at Issa.

Keeping eye contact with Sayu, Issa spoke slowly.

“…Mother is worried about you.”

As soon as she heard that, Sayu’s eyes grew cold. When I glanced at Issa, he looked nervous.

“…That’s a lie.”

Sayu said in a surprisingly cold voice.

“There’s no way Mother is worried about me.”

I felt a pain in my chest when I saw the look in Sayu’s eyes. It was like when she first arrived here.

Issa lowered his head as if carefully choosing the words to say.

“…At the very least, she’s looking for you. She thinks about you.”

“Why?”

Sayu’s reflexive response made me feel sadder.

Asking Why? at the fact that a parent is looking for their runaway child. That alone makes it clear that Sayu has never had the kind of parent-child relationship that most people n.

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