[Completed!] Osomatsu-san: Our 7th Brother?! (Fanfiction Story Movie)

Chapter 13: The Girl on the Corner

The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the quiet neighborhood streets as the Matsuno brothers walked together with Haruto in tow. For once, the household had agreed to take a break from their usual madness to enjoy a peaceful day outside. Haruto trailed a few steps behind them, still sore from Jyushimatsu's baseball "test" the day before, quietly listening to the brothers' banter.

Osomatsu (stretching lazily): It's not every day we get out like this. Feels good to soak up some sun.

Choromatsu (rolling his eyes): I'm surprised you're not already napping on a park bench.

Osomatsu (grinning): That's plan B.

The brothers chuckled as they turned the corner, but their conversation came to a sudden pause when they spotted someone across the street. A young woman with long, dark hair walked gracefully, carrying a grocery bag with one hand, humming softly to herself. There was something about her movement—calm, confident, graceful—that made her stand out like sunlight in the shade.

Todomatsu (nudging Karamatsu): Whoa... Look who it is. That's Nyaa Hashimoto.

Haruto (adjusting his glasses): Nyaa Hashimoto? Who's she?

Todomatsu (grinning): She's kind of like the queen of the neighborhood. Super popular. Super sweet. And totally out of everyone's league.

Karamatsu (striking a pose): A rare flower—delicate, radiant! Perhaps today, destiny shall draw her gaze to me.

Ichimatsu (stroking the cat on his shoulder): Or maybe she'll just call the cops on you.

As they walked, Nyaa noticed the group and began crossing the street with a smile. But it wasn't the six older brothers her eyes settled on—it was Haruto.

Her gaze lingered on him for a beat longer than expected, curiosity glinting in her eyes.

Nyaa (greeting): Hello, Matsuno brothers. (turning to Haruto) Do I know you?

Haruto froze mid-step, flustered.

Haruto (stammering): Uh... I don't think so?

Nyaa (tilting her head): Hmm. You seem familiar, somehow. Maybe I'm mistaken.

Before the awkward silence grew, Osomatsu stepped forward with a grin.

Osomatsu (grinning): Yo, Nyaa! Grocery run?

Nyaa (smiling): Yep. Just a quick one. You're always so energetic, Osomatsu-san.

Choromatsu (smugly): We're just enjoying a peaceful walk. Even Haruto here needed a break from all the chaos. (gesturing to Haruto)

Nyaa (kindly): Haruto-san, is it? Nice to meet you.

Haruto bowed his head slightly, cheeks already turning pink.

Haruto (softly): Nice to meet you too, Hashimoto-san.

Jyushimatsu (pointing excitedly): Haruto's blushing!

Haruto (hissing): Shut up, Jyushimatsu-nii-san!

His face turned a deeper red as the others burst into laughter.

Todomatsu (snapping a picture): Look at that color! It's like tomato season!

Karamatsu (flipping his sunglasses): Love at first sight, perhaps? Fear not, Haruto! Love is a battlefield! I shall guide you to victory!

Haruto (defensive): I don't need guiding! It's not like that!

Ichimatsu (deadpan): You're making it worse.

Nyaa chuckled softly, clearly amused.

Nyaa: Well, I won't keep you. Enjoy your walk, everyone.

With that, she turned and continued down the street. Her presence felt like a soft breeze—brief, warm, and impossible not to notice.

The moment she was out of earshot, the teasing hit full force.

Todomatsu (snickering): It's official—Haruto's got his first crush!

Jyushimatsu (bouncing): Haruto's in looooove!

Haruto (groaning): It's not a crush! You guys are impossible!

Karamatsu (placing a hand to his chest): Ah, young love. Allow me to recite poetry from my heart—

Choromatsu (grabbing his collar): Please don't.

Ichimatsu (dryly): Don't let them get to you. They've got the emotional maturity of paper towels.

Osomatsu (grinning): This is what we do, Haruto. Teasing is love. You're one of us now.

Haruto, flustered but smiling, let out a breath.

Haruto (softly): Thanks... I think.

When they returned home, Haruto lingered at the doorway as the others barreled into the living room, their voices echoing with laughter.

He quietly slipped into his room, closing the door behind him. At his desk, he leaned back in his chair, adjusting his glasses, and stared out the window.

Haruto (muttering): I'm not even ready to have a relationship anyway...

End Of Chapter 13

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