TRACK 09: Rin’s Room Visit
NAGISA: “Rin’s Room Visit.”
NAGISA: The joint practice sure was fun!
HARUKA: We haven’t swam with Samezuka since we had that first joint practice with them before Rei joined us.
GOU: And your relationship with my brother was still rocky, so we left right after we finished practice.
REI: But today we’re visiting Rin-san’s room.
MAKOTO: Yeah. I never expected Rin to allow it.
RIN: Huh?! My room?! …Sure, I don’t mind. I’ll be right there after I’ve taken my shower, so go wait ahead of me.
GOU: My brother’s room! I can’t wait!
HARUKA: You’ve never been there either, Gou?
GOU: Of course not! Samezuka Academy is an all-boy’s school, so a girl can’t just go barging into their dormitories.
NAGISA: We’re coming in!
MAKOTO: So this is Rin’s room, huh?
REI: It’s pretty messy…
NAGISA: There’s a photo at the bedside.
GOU: Whose photo? Whose photo?!
HARUKA: [picks it up] This is…
GOU: Brother put my photo in a photo stand?
NAGISA: Rin-chan must really love you, Gou-chan.
REI: That’s a little gross though…
GOU: What are you saying, Rei-kun?! It’s only natural for my brother to care so much for his precious, precious little sister.
REI: But there are photos over here too…
NAGISA: Wow, you’re right! Photos all over the desk!
MAKOTO: All of Gou-chan…
HARUKA: There isn’t a single photo of us.
GOU: Now, now, Haruka-senpai! Don’t be jealous!
NAGISA: Huh? I see a magazine peeking out from under the bed.
REI: Nagisa-kun, don’t! You mustn’t touch that! There’s only one type of book that boys hide underneath their beds!
NAGISA: Like what? *stare*
REI: Eh? That is… um… Don’t look at me with those eyes full of pure innocence!
MAKOTO: T–That’s right! You shouldn’t look at those!
GOU: What is it?! I want to know!
REI: You don’t want to know!
MAKOTO: Let’s pretend we didn’t see it, okay?
GOU: I want to see it!
HARUKA: I want to see it, too!
MAKOTO: Not you too, Haru!
GOU: As his little sister, I take full responsibility for looking at it! [grabs for it]
MAKOTO: No, don’t!
REI: The space underneath the bed is holy ground for men! It’s not for other people to touch–
GOU: Got it!
GOU: T–This is…
HARUKA: Monthly Muscle Magazine!
GOU: I buy this every month! I didn’t know my brother read it too!
MAKOTO: You read Monthly Muscle Magazine too, huh, Gou-chan…
NAGISA: [flips through] “Special feature on running, the extensor crappy uterus muscle”…
MAKOTO: Nagisa? It’s extensor carpi ulnaris muscle. Umm, and… “For this autumn’s trend… we will further examine the charm of the sternocleidomastoid muscle”…?
REI: T–There are a lot of muscle pictures in there…
NAGISA: Does Rin-chan have a muscle fetish too?
HARUKA: Maybe it’s so he has something to talk about with Gou?
MAKOTO: Sibling love, huh?
REI: That kind of sibling love is just icky…
NAGISA: But there’s a normal magazine of idol gravure photos over here.
GOU: [looks] Ehh, my brother looks at this kind of stuff? Shock.
REI: No, I think your brother finding out that his younger sister looks at muscle magazines would be the bigger shock…
NAGISA: Hey, there’s an envelope with a half-written letter in it here!
REI: It has a heart sticker on it!
GOU: A love letter?!
HARUKA: Who was Rin writing that to?
NAGISA: It’s addressed to…
REI: Wai— Don’t, Nagisa-kun! You shouldn’t be looking at other people’s love letters!
NAGISA: Eh?! This is addressed to Gou-chan!
REI: There’s something definitely wrong here! What brother in his right mind uses a heart sticker in a letter to his sister?!
HARUKA: Wait! This isn’t Rin’s handwriting!
MAKOTO: You’re right! And now that I have a better look at it, it says “To Gou-kun”!
GOU: Gou… kun…?
REI: You don’t mean…?
MIKOSHIBA: [barges in] Hey, what’s wrong with you people! Don’t enter other people’s rooms without– I–It’s you, Gou-kun! This is perfect, I was actually writing you a letter! I–I was wondering if you’d like to go see a movie with me this Sunday–
GOU: Um… sorry, no.
MIKOSHIBA: –I thought so.
RIN: Those guys are late.
NITORI: Yeah, they aren’t coming.
RIN: Actually… I don’t know why, but I’m getting this overwhelming urge to punch Captain to the ground… Why is that?