While I was waiting for the water to boil in the kitchen, I watched my big brother, who was in the kotatsu playing with the kitty.
I’d brought up several different options, but I wasn’t actually all that worried, in Komachi terms. When you’ve been observing him at close range for a whole fifteen years, you will find some decently good things about him—even if he really is kind of garbage—and you kinda think maybe someone great might notice those things, too.
Someone who will pull him up from above, or push him up from below, or be involved with him in some other way…
Komachi doesn’t know what form that might take, but I’ve got the feeling someone’s gonna take his hand either way.
Until that day, Komachi will continue to look for a (provisional) sister-in-law.