Makoto freezes and mentally tells her mother not to tell those kinds of things to Iriya. Iriya smiles and calls her ‘obasan’[/auntie – not blood related] which surprises their mother and asks what it is. Iriya asks her, “Could it be that Makoto would have a fever and get sick because she is doing something or perhaps, she has an activity at that time?” Crouching down with hands on her ears, Makoto looks surprised. Their mother says that speaking of that, yes, starting from the time she’s young, these things happen. Iriya says that it is like that, she’ll strive really hard as if her life depended on it and in the end, she’ll collapse. “Afterwards, she’ll work hard to stand up, and fall down again. This happens repeatedly.. Even if, as you said that she is still like that when she’s grown up and all the more causes people to worry[/be anxious] but I like her everything including that nature of hers. Please don’t talk like that to her again. *smiles* Can I carry out the tea?” Their mother blushes and says, okay. As Iriya heads out with the tea, their captivated mother is surprised about Iriya that she didn’t imagine.. Recalling Makoto asking him how she can get self-confidence, Iriya thinks that it turns out to be like that, he knows the ‘[root] cause’. He comes out the kitchen and notices that Makoto is sitting outside. She is teary-eyed that Iriya asks if she just heard that and starting from where. Makoto mutters that it is from the start. Makoto starts running upstairs that Iriya chases after her. When Makoto catches her breath, Iriya puts down the tray and tells her that no, her mother is definitely only kidding, and she didn’t mean it. Iriya holds crying Makoto’s shoulder to comfort her. Makoto tearfully says that he is mistaken. “..You’re mistaken..happy..I’m so happy.. (I always, always, always, wanted someone to tell me those kind of words--..)” Iriya hugs her from behind and mutters her name. “Makoto, you’re not at all a useless person. You can make a bento. As the cultural festival committee member, you did quite well. For me, there is no one else cuter than you. *Tearfully Makoto looks at Iriya* So I’m saying, let me spoil you a bit more. *holding her hands* Even if it is a bit willful, it will also do. Okay?”