The childhood friend of Haruna from the next house was small. I was playing three days older and invited me to play “Oniichan Asobo”. After moving out of my father's transfer, I gradually lost contact, and I was already a college student ... 6 years have passed. One summer day, when I got home, it was somewhat noisy and my house intercom sounded. When you open the door, you can see the uncle next door, and behind that, you can see the embarrassed Haruna. Haruna I've seen for the first time in six years grows up a little, but I'm scolding me with a smile that doesn't change when I was little. "I've always liked Onii-chan ..." If you treat Haruna as a kid, you've been saying that from a long time ago. Her expression stares at me. . .