Dumped by One, Chased by Another? My Ex's Sister Is a Gal and She's Coming for Me - Chapter 86

“Uh, um, well, I heard about this activity from Kengorou-san.”

“I see, thank you.”

The reporter nodded solemnly and jotted something down.

Spring was still talking—seemingly unaware that she’d just made another slip-up.

Had the reporter noticed that she’d used “Kengorou-san”—a name that definitely wasn’t supposed to come up?

Neither the cameraman nor the reporter showed any reaction. No raised eyebrows, no awkward follow-ups.

It was as if they were saying, “We’re here strictly to document the children’s cafeteria. We won’t pry into your personal matters.”

That professionalism was admirable—kind, even.

But somehow, that kindness just made it more painful.

Actually, it was just plain embarrassing.

Sitting beside her, I could feel my face heating up just from secondhand embarrassment.

And Spring? Her face was a disaster.

She’d clearly realized her mistake, and now her cheeks were flushed red as she trembled slightly.

“Um, are you all right? Would you like to pause the interview for a moment?”

Even the reporter, concerned, gently offered to stop.

“N-No, I’m fine! Really!”

Spring straightened up, doing her best to appear composed, as if nothing had happened.

To me, though, it was obvious she was pushing herself.

But sometimes, saying nothing is the best kindness you can give.

“Understood. In that case, let’s move on to the next question.”

“Okay, that concludes the interview. Thank you both very much.”

The interview wrapped up about five minutes later.

The reporter lowered the mic, and the cameraman began packing up his equipment.

Honestly, I was pretty worn out.

Not that the interview itself had been bad—it hadn’t.

But getting caught in someone else’s accidental self-destruction? That was exhausting.

“Kengorou-san, I’m really, really sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine.”

Sure, it was a little embarrassing. But I was just collateral damage.

And the interview overall had been respectful and professional.

No one had ill intentions—not the people running the cafeteria, not the volunteers, not even the media trying to spread awareness.

Everyone had simply done their part, with good will.

And if that effort helped make even a small positive difference in the world, then I was glad to be part of it.

“Personally, I thought seeing a flustered Spring was the highlight of my day.”

“You’re so mean!”

“Ow! Ow—hey!”

She jabbed me in the side with her elbow.

It didn’t really hurt—just tickled a bit.

“You two are really close, huh?”

“Ah, no—it’s not like that.”

“Yeah, no, not at all.”

“Still, it was lovely to see. Thank you both so much!”

The reporter beamed as she spoke, and somehow, that made the whole thing even more embarrassing.

As a side note, when we received the sample footage a few days later, we were introduced as “a couple volunteering at a children’s cafeteria.”

It wasn’t exactly wrong, and since they didn’t mention our names or any personal details, we gave the okay.

Still, it was a little embarrassing.