Yuu 496-500 (Patreon)

Title: Yukino Yukinoshita’s First Kiss

…Something’s off.

Yuu bit his chopsticks, secretly glancing at the other end of the long table where Yukino was opening her lunchbox.

When he arrived, he hadn’t seen her eating but reading a book, so he knew what was on her mind—he’d learned from the group chat that Yuigahama wasn’t planning to come to the Service Club that day. Normally, Yukino would start eating the moment she reached the clubroom, but now she deliberately waited for him to arrive before casually pretending to begin, wanting to eat together.

In these unintentional actions, she was always so adorable it made Yuu’s heart itch a little, like a cat scratching his chest.

Back to the main point.

Honestly, with the confession atmosphere earlier, Yuu almost thought this task would end here, and the system notification would appear before him the next second.

After all, they truly loved each other and had acknowledged their feelings without hiding anything—and in such situations, he usually had to prepare to say goodbye.

Start leaving the final message and enjoy the last warmth.

But after the confession, nothing happened.

The Service Club room was still filled with the warm scent of black tea, and Yukino’s skin was as white and clear as ever, only tinged with a faint red mist from shyness.

The world remained colorful, and time continued flowing forward.

The fourth task wasn’t complete.

(Is it because I haven’t become her Ideal Boyfriend yet?)

(Or does the system not want to end it this quickly and plans to wait until our relationship deepens, then separate us for more drama?)

The last part was pure malicious speculation. Yuu estimated the reason was that this task’s goal wasn’t to fill anyone’s void or fulfill anyone’s wish but to become her Ideal Boyfriend.

As long as he hadn’t reached that ideal height, the task would never end—judging from the current situation, that was likely.

This wasn’t good news for Yuu.

After all, a bastard like him who two-timed, had three ex-girlfriends, one of whom was even Yukino’s older sister—how could he possibly become an ideal boyfriend?

Especially with Yukino’s standards, a girl who always upheld truth, it became even more impossible.

If Yuu truly wanted to become her ideal, he might have to break up with Yuigahama first, distance himself from his exes, and focus on loving Yukino until the task ended—only then would there be a chance of success.

Otherwise, the fourth task’s deadlock…

At the latest, it might drag until graduation, or even after they had a few kids?

Then, while Yuu enjoyed harmonious family happiness, the task-end notification suddenly sounded; time rewound to high school without kids or wife, and he stood there, confused and utterly shattered…

(Hey, hey, hey, don’t joke—what’s with this third-rate novel plot?!)

Yuu secretly clenched his chopsticks, shifting his gaze from Yukino’s face to avoid her seeing his inner anxiety.

Actually, Yuu had thought about the Ideal Boyfriend issue before, but he always avoided delving deep.

Because he knew he couldn’t do something as simple as breaking up with Yuigahama—even if the world line reset and erased the fact, he couldn’t hurt his girlfriend just to make the system let him go.

Not breaking up with Yuigahama meant the task wouldn’t end; wanting to end the task meant hurting Yuigahama.

How many scars had he already left on that overly strong girl? Even so, did he have to carve one more for his own sake?

Impossible—Yuu couldn’t do it.

If he had to, he’d rather spend a year and a half searching for other possibilities, creating an ending where everyone could be happy.

Though hope was slim, there was always a way out.

For them, Yuu would make himself omnipotent.

“What’s wrong?”

Seeing him hang his head biting chopsticks without opening his lunchbox, Yukino turned, her beautiful graceful face showing confusion, scanning him top to bottom: “You don’t seem to be waiting for me to start eating… Did you suddenly think of a difficult problem and lose your appetite?”

“…”

She was always like this, as if reading his mind—he couldn’t hide anything without pretending seriously.

Yuu sighed helplessly, readjusted his expression, and reached for his lunchbox.

“Nothing, I was just waiting for you…”

“Liar!” Yukino’s voice suddenly turned cold; she stared unhappily, like an angry kitten arching its back, radiating a chilling aura.

“Daring to use such an obvious lie to fool me—it seems that difficult problem is very important to you, even making you forget I hate you lying to me…”

“Fine, I confess!”

Before Yukino thought further, Yuu sat straight, slapped the table with both hands, and stared seriously.

“I was just thinking of a beautiful future where I marry you and Yui and have lots of kids!”

It wasn’t a lie—he had just thought of it.

“…”

Shocked by his eyes shining with strong resolve, Yukino suddenly fell silent.

After a brief stun, she awkwardly looked away, pursed her lips, and gently combed her dangling black hair. Her cold face tinged with shy red, her voice no longer dominating:

“Y-you’re thinking too far… We just started dating. Besides, I don’t want kids this soon—at least after college graduation.”

Stating her future plans with a flushed face, her serious expression suddenly stopped, finally realizing something wrong.

“Even if it’s just fantasy, why are you so worried?”

“Because I have to control the Prime Minister and cabinet first to change the law,” Yuu said naturally. “Polygamy is a barbaric civilization—I need to decriminalize it, and that’s not easy.”

“You…” Seeing him spout nonsense straight-faced, Yukino’s brows twitched; she sweetly bit her lower lip, as if wanting to criticize his shameless fantasy.

But in the end, she only shook her head and sighed softly, retracting her gaze as if surrendering.

“Stop thinking nonsense—eat quickly.”

“Yes~” Yuu seized the chance, opened his lunchbox, took his chopsticks, said “Itadakimasu” together, and prepared to eat.

“Wait.”

Yukino called again, asking carefully:

“How’s the black tea?”

“Oh, right.” Yuu set down his chopsticks, took the cup—the black tea still steaming fragrant hot vapor.

“…Mmm, delicious.”

“Really? How delicious?” Yukino narrowed her eyes mischievously.

Yuu thought seriously and sipped again: “Not inferior to what I make—the only thing surpassing me…”

Yukino raised a brow slightly, staring interestedly, waiting for what he’d fabricate next.

“…Maybe because this tea is full of love and warmth, right?”

With a satisfied sigh, Yuu exhaled and firmly gave his verdict.

“I can feel it—the girl who made this tea keeps adjusting and improving daily to let her beloved drink the most delicious black tea, finally creating this extraordinary love flavor!”

“…”

Yukino stared confused. Before reacting, her white skin began flushing from her neck.

Not looking there, Yuu raised his voice, stared at the ceiling, lifted the paper cup, and shouted passionately: “That’s right—! Direct yet awkward, pure yet complex—all love flavors mixed into sweet aroma, concentrated in this small cup! This is no longer black tea—it’s love liquid—”

Cold wind outside the window seemed to blow fiercely.

“Shut up, unless you want black tea through your nose.”

“Okay.”

Yuu obediently sat and sipped the cooling black tea.

Though he overacted earlier, it truly tasted excellent—not inferior to café-brewed.

Whether the tea quality or the brewer’s skill.

“…Huh.”

After deep breathing as usual to calm her shy angry emotions, Yukino suddenly beckoned him.

“Come here.”

Yuu’s movement stopped; his lips slowly left the cup rim, staring sharply at Yukino.

As if displeased, she said coldly, word by word:

“Miss Yukino, is it still not too late for me to apologize now?”

“I won’t hit you—just come.”

Yukino glared cutely; after Yuu obediently dragged his chair, lunchbox, and tea beside her, she continued: “Isn’t it weird for a dating couple to eat far apart? From now on, sit beside me.”

Stunned briefly, Yuu stared at her expressionless profile, suddenly showing realization, and drawled:

“Oh~ You’re afraid of loneli—”

Yukino didn’t wait for him to finish.

“Tenkiji-kun, your daily teasing quota is limited.”

The girl sweetly tilted her head, long hair cascading forward, showing a perfect sweet smile, gazing softly and calmly.

But the cold killing intent radiating from her body dried Yuu’s throat unconsciously, and his lower body felt cold—don’t ask why there; ask his girlfriend equipped with special attacks.

This was Yukino’s ultimatum.

Coughing twice, Yuu lifted his cup and said lovingly: “To my beautiful noble girlfriend—cheer-se.”

“Just eat quietly—why so talkative?”

Yukino retracted her smile, coldly glanced, but still raised her cup and lightly clinked: “Also, it’s Cheers—pronounce properly, class rank one.”

“What are you saying? My first rank is your first rank—why differentiate?”

Yuu put on a blaming expression, his voice oily and disgusting.

As if unable to stand him, Yukino took a piece of tamagoyaki from her lunchbox and forcefully stuffed it into Yuu’s mouth.

“Eat—don’t talk.”

“…” Yuu quietly chewed.

Seeing her withdraw her hand, Yukino peeked at Yuu with slight anxiety and hope, quickly understanding something.

Stopping Yuu from talking was a feint—she actually wanted to feed him her homemade lunch and now feared it tasted bad, awaiting his judgment.

Yuu couldn’t help inwardly sneering disgustedly.

(Geez, so cool confessing love—why shy in moments like this?)

(Completely lacking noble lady attitude.)

(Did she eat cuteness growing up? She’s way too adorable.)

“Delicious.”

Not letting her wait long, after swallowing the tamagoyaki, Yuu said flatly: “Though a standard perfectly recipe-followed dish, the chef deliberately reduced sweetness, showing meticulous care… So for me, it’s very delicious.”

After those words, Yukino pursed her lips but couldn’t stop their corners curving into a thin happy smile.

Her face flushed slightly; she secretly sighed clutching her chest, as if to herself: “…Mmm, good if delicious.”

“Try mine too.”

Yuu took his tamagoyaki—basically always in Japanese lunchboxes—and aimed at Yukino’s sakura-soft lips, movement very natural.

“…Mine will definitely be tastier than yours.”

After brief hesitation, Yukino didn’t refuse; she gently tucked hair behind her ear with fingertips, revealing flawless smooth beautiful profile, and the red in her ear tips clearly visible.

Then, the girl leaned slightly, opened her mouth small, warm breath touching the tamagoyaki on chopsticks, then enveloping it with her soft moist mouth.

“Ngh…”

Sitting back, she politely covered her mouth with small hand, chewing slowly.

Just thinking her lips seemed to unintentionally touch the chopstick tip Yuu just bit, she couldn’t help panicking. Yukino truly avoided Yuu’s gaze, trying to suppress the burning shyness and awkwardness from chest to face, fully diverting attention to the food’s taste.

(…Indirect kiss—actually no big deal.)

(Why does unhygienic saliva contact make the heart race this fast?)

“…Haaah.”

Her beautiful throat moved; after swallowing, Yukino slightly closed her eyes and said calmly, mirroring Yuu earlier:

“Same—unimaginably delicious taste… Same tamagoyaki—what recipe do you use?”

“Nothing special.” Admiring her pretend-calm attitude, Yuu smiled: “Next time, come to my house—I’ll teach you cooking.”

“…” For some reason, Yukino’s face unconsciously froze slightly.

Yuu added: “Also to pet the cat at my place—Yukinon must miss you.”

Her expression quickly normalized; Yukino calmly stroked her long hair and said casually: “Only a bastard uses a cat as excuse to invite a girl home, Tenkiji-kun.”

“But since we’re a couple, no need to worry about that…”

As if convincing herself, her voice softened, thoughts drifting far: “Besides, his little sister’s home—though maybe awkward, at least I can ensure… Wait, is this really good…?”

Scenes flashed in her mind, her ears growing hotter.

All Yuu’s fault—earlier saying something about many kids, reflexively making her think such things…

“Miss Yukino? Darling? Your food’s getting cold.”

Yuu waved before Yukino’s daydreaming eyes, hiding an almost uncontainable smile, and said concernedly: “Though basically already cold, and the feelings inside won’t cool—but this will soon, so snap out.”

Thoughts interrupted, Yukino wrinkled her beautiful face and sharply glared: “Speak more logically—I don’t understand you!”

Then, to cover her shyness, she took boiled chicken from her lunchbox and stuffed it into Yuu’s mouth.

Yuu ate it, then took his teriyaki chicken ball and fed Yukino, who bit with flushed face.

Her stir-fried vegetables.

His sweet-sour pork ribs.

Her meat-potato stew.

Cold sōmen…

Thus, one bite from you, one from me—naturally became a couple feeding event.

They fed each other from their lunchboxes, not intending to eat themselves, just wanting to see the other’s satisfied expression, already feeling very happy.

Time passed slowly; winter sun kept shining the Service Club.

Glass windows calmly blocked cold wind; inside, bright light shone, as if spring came early.

Perhaps fearing awkwardness, Yukino said nothing during this—she just sat very close, unconsciously leaning her shoulder softly.

Yuu followed her wish, quietly feeding each other, enjoying this sweet warm lunch time.

When they realized, Yukino’s lunchbox was completely empty, while Yuu had about a quarter left.

“Full?” Yuu asked softly in Yukino’s ear.

Yukino nodded, set down chopsticks, and stood; since pressed together, clothes rustled softly.

“I’ll brew another cup of tea.”

When Yukino returned with tea, Yuu had finished the rest and even packed his lunchbox.

Post-lunch, both held tea cups, sipping thick aromatic white steam, staring at the unmoving door side by side.

Occasionally sipping, they narrowed eyes, as if still tasting each other’s familiar scent.

They didn’t know what to do or say now—just daydreamed at the view ahead, with the person beside.

Just like that, somehow their hearts felt very satisfied, as if filled with invisible warmth, relaxing their whole bodies drowsily.

At some point, tea cups emptied; both paper cups placed on the table, rims touching.

Leaning on his shoulder, Yukino narrowed eyes like a kitten; her soft slim body seemed to surrender all resistance, leaning unguarded.

“Hhh…”

“Sleepy?”

“A little.”

Back of her hand on Yuu’s thigh, palms stacked touching, fingers warm like melting into water—yet reluctant to release before truly melting.

Ignoring hair strands at mouth corner, after a small yawn, Yukino lazily said: “How much longer until break ends?”

“Fifteen minutes.” Yuu easily answered without checking time.

“So fast…” Yukino muttered slightly dissatisfied, tilted her head inhaling Yuu’s neck scent, then turned as if nothing, brushing hair from mouth corner.

“Then, should we prepare to go?”

“Just a bit longer.”

Yuu tightly held her fingers; voice mature and soft but childish in not wanting to leave: “I calculated—return five minutes before, perfect for the bell.”

“I really can’t do anything with you.”

Though saying helplessly, Yukino smiled like a child getting candy, actively leaning back, expelling air that had snuck between them.

She stared at Yuu’s profile. Right then, Yuu also turned and stared at her.

“…”

“…”

Their gazes met less than ten centimeters apart.

The Service Club room suddenly vanished, leaving only each other’s lips reflected in their eyes.

Breaths stopped; instead, rapid heartbeats directly filled all silence, disturbing eardrums.

They stared, eyes unblinking, truly forgetting time’s flow.

No need to speak.

No need for permission.

Yukino slowly closed her eyes, lifted her chin; long eyelashes trembled softly—nervous, or perhaps just hopeful.

Her slightly parted sakura lips glistened like jewels.

Not letting her wait long, Yuu lowered his head, with sacred loving feeling, gently sealing her softness.

Moist and hot.

Breaths touched.

After breathlessness, flowing warmth seemed to melt the body.

As if their mutual love feelings had to be transmitted through such contact to their hearts’ depths.

Moments later, Yukino slowly squeezed Yuu’s palm; her other hand tightly gripped his collar.

From initial nervous stiffness, Yukino responded awkwardly and attentively, as if not wanting to lose. Occasional breath sounds she quickly sealed back.

Gently returning her first kiss, Yuu softly stroked the slim girl’s shoulder, suddenly recalling something.

(Platonic love… shouldn’t it include pure sweet kisses?)

(Not French kissing—shouldn’t… break the promise with Yui, right?)

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Title: Two Girlfriends

“Do you also like acting recklessly when kissing others?”

“What? I don’t! Something sacred like a kiss—how could it be tainted by dirty desires?”

“Then why did your hand wander over my shoulder strap multiple times? And who kept holding my waist during the whole thing?”

“Cough cough, I was just a bit nervous while kissing and didn’t know where to put my hands.”

“…Pervert.”

Leaving the Service Club room, Yukino glared accusingly; the red on her face hadn’t faded, her pearl-like teeth biting her sakura-pink glossy lips, showing slight resentment but more like venting shyness.

“Next time, keep your hands properly on my shoulders—no random touching!”

This undeniable order—her soft voice lacked much intimidating power, instead making one want to tease her more.

But Yuu knew the girl whose first kiss he’d just taken needed time to calm down. He couldn’t let her experience too much at once, or Yukino might feel disgusted, even see him as a kiss maniac.

Gradually, he wanted to nurture her carefully and gently, like fragile melting ice crystal.

“I promise—next time I won’t!”

Saying it earnestly, he wasn’t dumb enough to say something stupid like there will be a next time—he just licked his lips as if recalling the texture, then grinned, showing an extremely happy smile.

“You…”

Seeing his idiotic expression, Yukino couldn’t hold back a thin smile, feeling shy yet sweet in her heart.

For some reason, the urge to kiss rose again; her heart still raced, body heat seeming to boil her blood.

For a noble girl’s pride, Yukino decided to ignore it momentarily, quickening her steps to let cold wind cool her hot face alone.

Yuu’s legs were long; he easily caught up in a few strides and reached for her slim clean white hand.

“Yuki…”

But the moment his fingers touched, Yukino jerked away like electrocuted.

Both stopped simultaneously, staring wide-eyed; sudden silence pierced their eardrums.

“No, this…!”

Realizing her reflex, seeing Yuu’s slightly stunned expression, Yukino couldn’t help panicking, squeezing her hands, face paling, hastily explaining:

“This is still school—if someone sees, all our previous efforts will…”

“Yukino, would I get mad over something like this?”

Yuu cut her off; expression relaxed again, waving casually and laughing lightly: “You know me, and I know you—how could I not know what you’re worried about? Instead, I should apologize. I’m the one two-timing but didn’t even consider what I should, sorry for making you worry.”

Hearing his gentle tone, Yukino slowly relaxed her hands but didn’t feel relieved.

“No, this is my problem…” She furrowed her brows, voice low; sadness clouded her beautiful white face.

“Even though I know no one passes here, I overreacted as if I hate you touching me… Sorry, it must feel really bad, right?”

Turning sideways, long hair hiding her expression; regretful sighs spread in the cold corridor.

Normally, Yukino might just say sorry and lightly consider it settled, right?

But just last night she resolved to save Yuu, yet not even 24 hours passed, and she hurt his feelings with her actions…

Breaking a promise wasn’t the worst—the worst was not wanting Yuu to misunderstand, not wanting him to smile outside but feel sad inside upon returning.

She never thought she’d care so much about something small.

“Yukino, this isn’t like you.”

Seeing her dejected expression, Yuu sighed helplessly.

But this wasn’t the first time he’d seen a girl change after dating.

Asuna was milder, but Haruno and Masuzu—basically with twisted personalities—were completely different people before and after sincerely dating; their honest adorable expressions without falsehood—if known by those who knew them, anyone would say, “This isn’t like you.”

Even clear-minded pure truthful Yukino couldn’t escape the fate of changing.

Yuu once heard a saying.

—Once a girl starts dating, her heart is no longer clear.

Her heart filled with dense love threads, tied tighter; pull a thread end slightly and it might leave blood marks; pull harder and her heart shatters—painful of course, but she won’t let go, only hoping someday everything becomes beautiful.

Because there’s someone loved, things she’ll love in the future will be more and more important than herself.

Not just them—Yuu too. Though painful, this was proof they loved each other.

“Even if I say I don’t mind, you still won’t feel relieved just like that, right?”

He stood beside Yukino, doing nothing, just staring at light spots from the corridor end, letting his voice softly spread in the air.

“So next time we’re alone, I’ll collect this debt.”

The girl hugging her arms and hanging her head in sadness paused, as if secretly lifting her head, staring at him with slight doubt.

“You… what will you do?”

“Telling you won’t be fun—making you anxious is one way I tease you.” Yuu laughed tilting his head, finger gently scratching her cute prominent nose.

“If you’re unhappy, you can collect this debt from me anytime.”

Pursing lips and silent a moment, Yukino lowered her hands, sighing amusedly: “Idiot, won’t this become endless?”

“Isn’t that better?” Yuu raised a brow, saying seriously: “In our industry, endlessly entangling with beautiful girls is a reward.”

“Such an industry better disappear quickly,” Yukino criticized mercilessly.

Then she sighed softly, finally returning to her usual calm cold appearance.

“Up to you… Anyway, if too excessive, I’ll fight back.”

“Hmm?” Yuu stared surprised: “The one saying I’m excessive doesn’t know who got more excessive while kissing earlier… Ouch!”

Pulling back her foot that kicked Yuu’s calf, the girl expressionless, white hand brushing long hair from her shoulder.

Sunlight and lead-powder black blended in the air; she stepped toward the stairs with graceful spirited posture.

At the same time, Yukino said calmly: “If you make me late with your nonsense, I’ll try avoiding being alone with you for the next week.”

This tone—truly like a wife saying to her husband: “Sleep on the sofa tonight.”

Yuu stood in place, mouth corners twitching watching Yukino’s back, holding back all complaints he wanted to voice.

(Others vent shyness with shoulder pats or small fist chest punches—why do you kick the calf!)

(Good thing my muscles are hard enough—the harder you kick, only you’ll hurt…)

“Why still standing there? Do you really want to be late?”

Yukino stopped before the stairs and suddenly turned.

Brows slightly furrowed, one white cheek slightly puffed, eyes showing dissatisfaction and urging—like a child waiting for parents to hold hands, completely unlike the cold beauty earlier.

Yuu immediately dropped other thoughts, smiled, walked three steps in two to her side—not holding hands, they descended stairs together, maintaining usual distance.

Nearly inaudible sounds slowly spread by cold corridor wind.

“Such endlessness—how far into the future can it last, huh…”

“What?” Yuu tilted his head confused.

Though very close, Yukino muttered softly enough Yuu couldn’t hear clearly—as if the girl knew how good his hearing was.

Yukino smiled small and suddenly asked: “Anyone around?”

Though not understanding, Yuu opened all five senses, carefully sensing movement above and below.

Like a school inhabited only by them, in this corner special building, only their breathing and heartbeats.

“Report—no one.”

“Good.”

Saying that, Yukino pulled Yuu’s collar, tiptoed, and kissed him.

She didn’t even bother closing eyes—just staring softly calmly at Yuu’s wide eyes, as if conveying endless longing.

Maybe only three or four seconds—before sweetness seeped, lips parted.

She adjusted Yuu’s collar as if nothing happened and continued down the stairs.

Yuu unconsciously followed, like a doll whose consciousness was sucked, steps even slightly unsteady.

Moments later, he snapped back and asked doubtfully:

“…Um, Miss Yukino?”

“What?”

“Next time you ambush, can you tell me first?”

“If I tell you, it’s no longer an ambush, right? Or—you don’t like it?”

“Like it—I like it, in fact, please do it more often…”

“I knew you’d say that.” Yukino sneered disgustedly; her profile showed cold indifferent beauty, but ear tips clearly tinged red.

“This is also one way I tease you—welcome to retaliate in the future… as long as no one else sees.”

“…”

Yuu was speechless.

(She’s the shy one, she’s the proactive one; she’s the cold one, she’s the gentle one; she’s the guilty one, she’s the unwilling-to-lose one.)

(The closer we get, the more sides of Yukino I see…)

(So adorable to this extent—how could I not love her more!)

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Fifth-floor club building corridor.

Utaha set down her binoculars, watching them walk away, biting red bean bread, muttering thoughtfully:

“Is the girl written in the notebook her… She doesn’t look that cruel.”

“Could she be a hidden yandere? Seeing her boyfriend flirt with another girl on cultural festival day, she gets angry and stabs his chest with a knife?”

Guessing, she pulled the black notebook from her school bag and reread last night’s content.

No change—the prophecy of Yuu being heart-stabbed by a certain woman still clearly written.

Frowning and sighing softly, Utaha stored binoculars and notebook, leaving with her bread.

Her long straight black-stockinged legs stomped the floor hard; all the way, only her angry complaints remained.

“Annoying—why am I dragged into his love problems? I only stalked him once—I haven’t even talked to him…”

“I just want to be a story writer, not a character in the story!”

“I can’t reveal his future—how do I prevent him from being stabbed… Guh uh uh uh uh, damn! I’m just a pure romance novelist—I’ve never written plots like this!”

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Completely unaware someone spied from that far with binoculars.

Yuu returned to class just in time and immediately received Yuigahama’s curious gaze from the back seat.

[Tell me everything you did later!]

Yuu nodded, agreeing very firmly.

After all, after kissing in the Service Club, he’d told Yukino he’d confess everything they did to Yuigahama.

Though a bit shy, Yukino—considering herself the newcomer—had no intent to hide anything from Yuigahama, Yuu’s official girlfriend.

If Yuigahama asked, Yukino would surely tell everything honestly.

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One lesson quickly ended; Yuu was pulled by Yuigahama to a quiet corner—every school building has such inexplicably unpassed spots; here Masuzu officially faced Yuigahama last time.

Stared silently by Yuigahama’s big watery eyes, Yuu—who’d just stood straight—immediately recounted what happened after entering the Service Club.

Feeding each other, daydreaming over tea, kissing with the mood, hand slapped away in corridor, forced kiss on stairs…

Yuigahama didn’t interrupt; after hearing his short afternoon story, she sighed with indescribable emotion.

“So Yukinon is just like me—likes forcing kisses on Yuu-kun…”

Yuu immediately showed a confused face: “No—explain first what you mean by likes? Once can be forgiven—do you plan to do it again? You two are kiss maniacs?!”

Accused by him, Yuigahama immediately flushed shyly, leaned against the wall, and looked away.

“Ahahaha, I misspoke—not likes… But forcing a kiss on Yuu-kun gives a sense of achievement—or call it conquest? Anyway like that—don’t overthink…”

“How can I not overthink—turns out all my girlfriends have potential S sides…”

“Sigh, at most I’ll let you force a kiss back on me!” She pouted as if compromising, closed eyes, lifted her face; cheeks tinged with slight excited red, even faintly showing some hope.

“We agreed, right? Whatever you do with Yukino, you can’t forget me!”

This was the rule for having two girlfriends.

Though sharing the boyfriend was her best friend, in this Yuigahama couldn’t compromise.

“…Fine.” After confirming no one around, Yuu sighed soundlessly; expression turned serious, and he leaned down to kiss her.

The moment lips touched, the girl wrapped both arms around his back, tiptoed hard, and responded very enthusiastically.

As if fingers chilled in winter, craving more warmth and caresses.

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Title: The Last Cry

That afternoon after school, they still went to the Service Club to finish shooting the remaining video clips and confirm if any scenes needed adding.

Since the duration wasn’t long, plus Yuu’s directing and the main actors’ excellent performances, they basically completed this short film five days before the Cultural Festival opening. What started as a way to quell unrest ended up just enjoying the fun of acting.

Next, only post-production work remained under Yuu’s responsibility, like editing and adding subtitles.

“Senpai, that means filming’s done, right?”

While packing photography equipment, Iroha winked at Yuu, a flash of resentment in her eyes.

The girl’s spoiled voice seemed honey-wrapped, full of bone-melting seduction.

“They say when big directors finish filming, they treat the whole crew to a feast~ Senpai, you don’t want to lose to those outdated old men, right?”

“What provocation tactic—I never said I wouldn’t treat you.” Yuu rubbed his goosebumped arm, slightly disgusted. “Family restaurant or my house—pick one.”

“Eh? Why only two choices~” Iroha pouted pitifully. “I want Ginza sushi…”

Yuu flicked Iroha’s forehead and said annoyedly: “I don’t want to be rude, but right now you look like a newbie hostess awkwardly seducing a rich old man for a fancy meal.”

(And then gets drunk, tricked into a hotel, wakes up with all valuables and honor gone, plus compromising photos—becoming the old man’s puppet; but turns out he’s not as bad as thought, never causing pain or sadness, always trying to please in bed—so unknowingly she gets Stockholm syndrome and falls for the dominant CEO…)

In a few short seconds, Yuu imagined a hundreds-of-thousands-word romance novel, but was too lazy to tell her.

“Senpai, you’re already rude enough… and somehow very detailed.”

Her eyes turned cold; after glaring angrily, Iroha snorted, turned away, and sighed helplessly: “I was just saying. Family restaurant or Senpai’s homemade—I’ll reluctantly accept.”

“I dare not force sweet obedient Iroha-chan—if you don’t want, no need to come.” Yuu ignored her, turned to Yukino and Yuigahama. “What about you two? Any ideas?”

“I’m fine too!” Yuigahama raised her hand, then took her phone to a corner. “I’ll tell Mom—I’m having dinner with friends today, coming home late…”

“I’m fine too—living alone gives more freedom…” Yukino hesitated briefly, then gently suggested: “But at your house? Otherwise Sora will eat takeout alone again.”

“Coincidentally, I thought the same.” Yuu smiled and nodded, conveying via eyes:

[Already thinking of little sister-in-law before officially becoming one—truly a wise wife.]

After slight surprise, Yukino wrinkled her face as if ignoring him, but couldn’t stop her mouth corners smiling.

[Don’t be naughty—someone’s watching.]

With just a glare, she turned to pack her school bag.

Storing Yukino’s adorable spoiled expression in his heart, Yuu quickly turned to Kanade sitting quietly.

“How about it?”

Back straight like a statue, pale golden eyes stared calmly without blinking.

“There?”

“Of course.”

“Then let’s go.”

She quietly took out her phone and called her parents.

Yuigahama just finished informing her family; seeing this, she couldn’t help opening her mouth confusedly, muttering incomprehensibly: “What are they talking about? Some code?”

“Just normal conversation—super condensed version.”

Iroha’s mouth corners twitched; she stroked Kanade’s soft hair a few times wordlessly, then explained listlessly: “Want to come, is there mapo tofu, of course there is, then I’ll come… Roughly that order.”

Phone to ear, Kanade nodded obediently; her expressionless face showed faint happiness.

“As Iroha said.”

“What do you mean as I said! Can’t you communicate normally?!”

Her face was then wildly pinched by Iroha until the call connected.

“Next…”

Though Yuu didn’t want to, remembering this girl was part of the filming team—and Masuzu happily did odd jobs despite no more scenes.

Yuu still asked Masuzu: “Want to come?”

Sitting gracefully like a corner doll, Masuzu blinked surprised, then showed a heartfelt bright smile.

“I thought you wouldn’t ask me.”

“Ignoring you on purpose would show a guilty conscience.” Yuu shrugged frankly. “Warning—if you come, prepare to be targeted by my little sister.”

“That… Anyway, I acted impulsively first—so no right to complain.” Masuzu showed a slightly sad bitter smile, but not wanting to seem fake-sad, quickly switched to calm, bowing politely.

“Then I’ll accept and join the wrap party.”

“Good—everyone’s coming.”

Yuu took his school bag, preparing to call Sora about many guests for dinner.

Glancing at humming-cheerful Masuzu, Yuu sensed every action was to avoid giving him reasons to distance her.

Forget forced kissing like before—during Service Club filming, Masuzu behaved better than anyone, not overstepping, keeping distance before his two girlfriends—like a cautious snow fox surviving among polar bears, presence drastically reduced.

Her most frequent action—just one: sit in the corner, smile, stare at Yuu calmly and satisfied.

Though memory unrestored, and Yuu himself unwilling much contact.

But after the amusement park incident, her obsession to follow at all costs didn’t lessen—instead became more concealed and deep, like a venomous snake awaiting chance, unwilling to release prey.

Seeing darkening sunset outside, for some reason Yuu suddenly had a premonition—

(Maybe soon—just one trigger.)

(Next to recover memory is Masuzu.)

(…Good Asuna’s not at Sōbu High—or the system would surely restore memories one by one in order, pretend it’s long-term contact effect, let me taste unpayable love debts.)

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Night, Tenkuji residence.

Though unhappy his home filled with beautiful girls, despite surface reluctance—while Yuu cooked in the kitchen, Sora still played with girls her age or a year older, yelling with controllers; living room filled with their voices.

Anyway, if one, then two—a once-narrow heart path, initially only one-person wide, but continuously widened, someday easily accepts anything.

And of course, seeing Masuzu, Sora showed extreme hostility—attitude completely different.

No defense—Masuzu was the evil woman who tried forcing a kiss on her brother before her eyes.

If not for Yuu’s wrap party excuse, and wise Yukino distracting Sora various ways—maybe the silver-haired crazy girl would be kicked out before entering.

Though forced to stay, targeted secretly by the home’s most precious existence, Masuzu was in an extremely awkward position—no tea to drink, no sofa to sit, only corner chair admiring surroundings.

Yuu pitied her but couldn’t blame overprotective sister—only asked Yukino to welcome her before kitchen. Impossible to treat a guest like that—completely unethical.

As for Yuigahama—enough for her to play happily with Sora; let the other two handle the rest.

About an hour passed.

In the kitchen.

“Huh, made a bit too much…”

Relying on perfect-level cooking, Yuu single-handedly completed a full table of attractive delicious dishes, faint golden light seeming to soar.

Sighing softly, he smiled satisfied, casually untied his apron.

“Dinner! No slackers—come help—”

Opening kitchen door, preparing to call.

Yuu saw the living room scene, unconsciously stopped his voice, just stood at the threshold smiling.

Before the TV, Sora, Yuigahama, Iroha, and Kanade in an intense thrilling car race. Items flying, excited shouts from three never stopping—cheering, happy, complaining, bragging then countered; simple yet festive.

By the cabinet, Yukino looked up at taller Yukinon, expression serious, eyes slightly narrowed like facing an enemy—then sakura lips parted slightly, soft meow, hands curved like cat paws by her head, greeting the gray kitten before her.

At the dining table, Masuzu held hot tea, occasionally sipping leisurely; gaze still sweeping room furnishings and TV players, looking quite relaxed and happy.

She was first to notice Yuu exiting kitchen.

Setting down her tea and shifting gaze, Masuzu raised a brow and smiled: “Feeling the scene before you is beautiful—want it to continue forever?”

“That obvious?” Yuu touched his face, indeed feeling smiling mouth corners.

“Of course—though I don’t know you now, such unconcealed feelings I can still sense.”

She gently curled silver hair by her face with a finger, lowered her voice meaningfully: “People with such thoughts usually dream of a harem.”

“Yeah—with two girlfriends, in some ways I already have one.”

Yuu shrugged, expression unwavering.

“By the way, my sister knows about my cheating—you can’t threaten me with that.”

“How hurtful.”

Joking tone, but Masuzu’s gaze very serious, staring with slight sadness.

“I never had thoughts to harm you~”

Her sapphire-like blue eyes deep as a lake, filled with immeasurable emotion and obsession.

She said softly:

“Though I lost my memory—my body, soul, instinct tell me you’re very important to me—So important, even saying I love you wouldn’t make me nauseous or disgusted.”

For Masuzu—who hated love and romance—this was nearly a value-distorting change.

And she was sure Yuu had dated her, understood how significant.

“…Yeah—that’s why I said many things on breakup day.”

After brief silence, Yuu shook his head, sighing surrender: “Take everything lightly—don’t get too involved… But you didn’t listen at all. As expected—even after memory loss, those words have no effect?”

He said it with Word Bullets. Even strengthening his final message this way—ultimately nothing changed.

Yuu completing tasks didn’t save girls with heart voids—instead brought more pain and regret, enlarging new voids that weren’t there.

He shifted gaze from Masuzu, not letting her see his slightly sad mood, and walked to the living room.

“I still remember.”

His steps suddenly stopped.

He turned slightly surprised, greeted by Masuzu’s beautiful mischievous fairy-like smile—very close.

“When I’m gone, take good care of yourself… You said that, right?”

“Though I forgot everything—your care for me, my reluctance to part… until now, never vanished from this world.”

She smiled wiping secretly falling tears, covering slightly messy face with hand, pretending annoyed with trembling voice:

“Tch—I didn’t plan to cry… Such obvious sympathy-seeking definitely won’t touch you. Ahh~ Total failure.”

“…”

Staring confused, Yuu opened his mouth—suddenly speechless, something stuck in his throat.

Though those feelings were stripped from him—something still churned in his chest, shaking his heart.

“Sorry—bathroom.”

Masuzu deep-breathed, bowed respectfully, quickly turned and left the living room.

But one step out, she suddenly stopped—not turning, just asking low and slightly fearful.

“…May I know—what you called me before?”

“…Yuu.” No emotion in his voice; after saying, Yuu also turned.

“You called me Yuu back then.”

“I see—Yuu.” As if finding treasure, she sighed relieved; voice cheerful: “Thanks—that’s very important to me!”

“…”

No response; Masuzu stepped again toward the hallway.

“Masuzu.” Yuu suddenly called.

“What?” Masuzu chuckled softly.

Neither looked at each other—but a silent understanding, as if crossing distant severed time, returning to themselves.

Yuu unconsciously smiled.

Then his tone suddenly cold, ordering:

“Bathroom only—no rummaging my clothes there, absolutely no sneaking upstairs… I trust you’re still normal and won’t dig trash for used tissues.”

“…”

“If I find out—I’ll call a taxi to send you home tonight, and from now on delete you from contacts.”

“Tch… almost.”

Masuzu clicked her tongue annoyed; earlier sad expression like a joke—only heartfelt resentment and dissatisfaction: “Not a single gap—how do you know? Did past me do similar?”

“No—and I won’t give you the chance.”

Yuu rolled eyes, waved at Yukino watching by the cabinet, and with silent laughter left this line:

“How bad Masuzu is—don’t I know?”

“…Ha, you’re right.”

Leaving the living room, Masuzu walked alone to the bathroom.

Looking up at hallway neon lights—glitter seemed to flash from her sapphires; still-damp eyes blinked twice quickly.

Unseen, she casually stretched her arms, laughing from the heart.

“Anyway—you’re my boyfriend. My only boyfriend!”

“Yuu…”

Calming, she repeated the name over and over—indeed feeling inexplicable familiarity and peace.

Masuzu couldn’t help amused sigh: “Even bad me used such an ordinary nickname.”

“But—I like it.”

Though she only remembered a few lines.

But her past with him must be a beautiful love story she never wants to forget, right?

So—she’ll never recover her memory?

Impossible.

For such a miracle—no matter how many times lost, Masuzu will make herself find it again.

“That was my last cry.”

Before Yuu’s home bathroom, she declared to herself.

From now on—she must smile by his side.

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“What were you talking about with her?”

“I love both my girlfriends—and some past things.”

“Be serious.”

Yukino glared; suddenly looking left-right, confirming others focused on the final race lap—she tiptoed slightly nervously and kissed him.

“—”

The gray kitten atop the cabinet widened eyes, staring confused at the kissing couple; its slightly swaying tail suddenly stiffened in air—as if unable to comprehend the scene.

Hot breath passed his ear; accelerating heartbeats synced with mutual warmth.

“…More fun than I imagined.”

Kissing just two or three seconds, Yukino quickly covered her pink lips and turned away—breathing ragged, ear tips flushed temptingly, absolutely daring not look at him.

But though seeming very shy—somehow Yuu sensed excitement and pleasure like doing something naughty from her reaction—even wanting to try again.

Pursing still-sweet lips, he said mixed feelings: “…You’re not afraid of getting caught?”

“As long as not caught—it’s fine, right.” Yukino said naturally.

Indeed—universal truth.

But not the answer Yuu wanted.

“Yukino… Since when did you become such a thrill-seeker? Special building stairs not enough—now stealing kisses at my house, behind their backs…”

“Cough cough…”

Yukino coughed awkwardly; though face flushed, she still held her chin seriously, putting on a thinking expression.

“When? Let me think…”

Soon, she looked at Yuu with realization—tone innocent and adorable.

“Maybe—when you tried groping me while kissing?”

Yuu’s mouth corners twitched; he immediately surrendered under her bright smiling eyes.

“Fine—whatever you say.”

“Really? Then I won’t hold back anymore.”

“Er—please at least mind the place…”

Seeing his girlfriend show a victorious sweet smile, Yuu shrugged helplessly—only able to let his thrill-seeking girlfriend steal kisses.

And besides—this perverted Yukino…

Was actually very adorable too.

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Title: Unthought of by Day, Will It Be Dreamed at Night?

After dinner, after clearing the dirty plates and cups nearly filling the sink.

Iroha approached Yuu.

“Senpai, you didn’t forget our previous promise, right?”

“The political statement video? Not forgotten—let’s do it now.”

Yuu had the others sit around the dining table, clearing space for temporary filming.

Sitting straight on the sofa, he smiled friendly and cheerfully, posing like a political statement speaker before the camera.

“Okay, ready anytime.”

Though just in school uniform, his suddenly changed aura gave a formal suit-like impression.

“I feel Senpai’s really skilled…”

Muttering admiringly, Iroha turned on the camera, smoothly adjusting settings; her expression turned serious: “Alright, starting in three seconds. Three, two, one… Action!”

Kanade held the script, standing outside camera range, reading flatly.

“What are your hopes for the new student council?”

“Bring better, more comfortable school life for all students, and be a bridge connecting the school and students.”

“Is there anything you hope we pay attention to and beware of?”

“Distribute work, delegate tasks, rest adequately. Students’ main focus is studying—don’t let heavy council duties hinder your steps.”

“Do you agree with the policy that the cafeteria must stably provide mapo tofu as a lunch menu and actively develop related mapo dishes?”

“I’m fine with it… But please don’t insert personal interests, Tachibana-san—at least not this blatantly.”

“…”

“Eh? Why the gloom? Pretend I said nothing—I personally fully support opening a mapo specialty area in the cafeteria, and willingly provide all mapo recipes I know, so Tachibana-san can eat to her heart’s content with different flavors every day!”

“Suggestion accepted—this will be added as a new policy statement. Thank you, Yuu-senpai.”

“Cut! Cut! Cut! You two idiots—can you stick to the script?! This video can’t air!”

“Wow, the camera’s talking.”

“Who’s the camera! I’m the director—you listen to me!”

Under Iroha’s know-it-all orders, the two innocent-looking ones had to restart. This time no improvisation—they obediently completed the script dialogue.

But right after recording version two, Yukino said, “Won’t this background let others know we’re at home and cause misunderstandings?”

They were forced to pull out the green screen used for video filming, hang it on the wall, and record political statement interview version three. Just wait for Yuu in post-production to decide the background and replace it.

Dinner done, tasks nearly finished, and they were tired from gaming.

At night, under the night sky where Sora grew more excited while Kanade yawned and got sleepy, Yuu put on his jacket, preparing to escort the girls home.

Before leaving, he carefully reminded his stay-home sister: “Look at Kanade-chan—her sleep schedule’s so healthy; once her biological clock hits, she prepares to rest… What about you? Staying up every day—you’re not a web novelist waiting till midnight for inspiration!”

“Are you my mom! Anyway, I’ve been staying up—not just a day or two—why say it now!”

Sora grinned annoyedly, glaring unfriendly: “Besides, even with healthy sleep—what? Kanade’s body shape’s same as mine—breasts not growing, height not increasing—doesn’t that mean no reason to change?”

“Ah, this…”

What to do—her words made perfect sense.

Yuu’s expression turned weird; he unconsciously turned, seeing Kanade supported by Iroha—thankfully eyes tightly closed, half-conscious, not hearing his sister’s rude words.

As for body shape—he didn’t look; anyway not interested in flat chests.

Shifting gaze under Yukino and Yui’s friendly stares, Yuu sighed helplessly, patting Sora’s head.

“Forget it—with your current body, as long as you sleep well daily and don’t stay up three days straight, should be fine—no need to worry too much.”

The Life Potion’s effects were significant; Sora now looked healthy, active, cheerful—no longer sickly like before. Even staying up till 3-4 AM and waking at 6 for breakfast, she recovered quickly with 2-3 hour naps—no more checkups or meds to monitor her condition.

For Yuu, nothing better.

If not for the system getting more outrageous—just his sister recovering was enough for past him to thank it a hundred times inwardly.

Now?

Roughly, Yuu wanted to squeeze the system into a silicone doll and stomp it.

“Hmph—good you know.” With outsiders at the entrance, Sora unconsciously hid this secret, pouting and brushing off his hand, saying coldly: “If you want to nag, wait till you’re back—escort them home safely and return quickly.”

Seeing her slightly awkward attitude, Yuu couldn’t resist teasing: “Relax—I dare not leave my loneliness-fearing sister home too long.”

“…” Sora’s mouth corners twitched; dark aura appeared on her face.

She glanced at Yukino, then Yuigahama.

Finally shifting back to Yuu, she sneered meaningfully, saying slowly:

“I don’t want to be rude.”

But—fearing loneliness?

More like fearing someone getting too intimate with one of his girlfriends and ending up sleeping over.

“…Understood—big brother’s heading out.”

His sister too mature; Yuu firmly ended this interaction, wiping cold sweat as if nothing, turning to call those waiting at the entrance.

“Let’s go—I’ll drop you one by one in order.”

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“In order” meant from Tenkuji house to the station.

First was Yuigahama’s house—so Sora’s worry completely unnecessary. With many people, Yuigahama had no chance for anything bad that’d make him late returning with her.

As for Yukino—unfortunately same apartment as Masuzu; with this high-wattage neon light, no chance for another stolen kiss—just ordinary goodbye.

The two juniors dropped at the midway station—their parents picking up, so Yuu no worry.

Less than half an hour after leaving, Yuu returned home, hanging his night-wind-chilled jacket on the rack.

Seems Sora heard the door; as he went upstairs, Sora peeked from her room door, staring slightly surprised.

“Why so quick?”

“Quick? I’ll give you a chance to rephrase.”

No outsiders; Yuu spread his fingers smiling, as if ready and eager.

Sora naturally understood—that was the signal he’d flick her forehead anytime.

“I mean—pretty efficient.” Honestly rephrasing, Sora scanned him top to bottom, suddenly frowning.

“Yuu—is Masuzu really just your secret crazy fan?”

“Why ask?” Yuu tilted his head oddly.

Sora curled her soft hair ends with a finger, looking down thoughtfully: “I feel your interactions with her are weird… Sometimes deliberately distancing, sometimes somehow familiar—very awkward.”

“Oh?” Yuu surprised, then couldn’t resist commenting: “My sister—you’re just a lazy home hikikomori, not a love expert…”

“Shut up!”

Sora glared annoyed, then puffed her chest, huffing proudly unclearly: “How many romance works do you think I’ve watched at home? From CL to School Days—all watched; plus Yuu’s my brother—just a glance and I know about your emotional issues—is that weird?!”

“For me it’s pretty weird.”

Lamenting his sister’s emotional intelligence growth, Yuu said with sincere smile: “True—she’s not just my secret fan.”

“If I must say—Masuzu is my girlfriend from another world? One lost memory, one lost feelings.”

“…”

Sora blinked, asking confused: “Another world? Girlfriend? Feelings? Memory?”

Accompanied by fading confusion sounds, odd silence before the room door.

Yuu instead showed a more confused expression.

“How did I say it—what principle is this…”

Seeing that, Sora pushed her room door, walked toward him frowning; gaze gradually shifting from confusion to worry.

“Yuu—your head okay? Did you bump something on the way?”

“Of course fine—just the truths I say are always hard to believe.” Snapping back, Yuu temporarily set aside inner doubts; unconscious smile appeared.

He wanted to use this chance to reveal everything about the system to his sister.

Hiding from his only family—this thorn long embedded in his heart; now finally a chance to pull it—how could he not feel joyful and excited?

But just as his mood brightened, heart pain returned him to normal.

(Can only state facts—can’t explain?)

(System’s existence still can’t be told to others—loosened only things I’ve said to others before, like she was my girlfriend, we dated due to certain tasks.)

“…Hah—forget it.”

Quickly understanding, Yuu sighed softly; expression flattened.

Though slight frustration and disappointment—luckily he didn’t hope too much; at most back to usual.

If like other transmigrators wanting to take system secrets to the grave—maybe he wouldn’t be too confused.

Unfortunately—Yuu hated lies more than imagined.

“I believe Yuu’s words—anytime, whatever the content.”

Sora stood before him, raising her small warm soft hand, cupping his cheek—forcing him to look at her.

“But—I need your explanation.”

Petite and slim—yet her hand strength left him unable to resist.

Her pale gray eyes shone—more serious than usual.

“Another world—mean the world where that weird medicine came from? You dated that crazy girl there? Still holding memories and feelings? Really not dreaming?”

“…”

Facing this barrage, Yuu slightly surprised, then smiled helplessly—gently patting her shoulder.

“Don’t rush—there are upper-side restrictions; some things I can’t say—I can only tell you what I can leak now… This is also what I’ve told Yukino, Yukino’s sister, Yui, and Masuzu.”

Sora opened her small mouth in shock.

The next ten minutes—Yuu recounted everything he could and what happened; he even accidentally slipped and exploded several times mid-way—like stepping on mines—almost enjoying the frequent blasts.

After finishing—he ignored his petrified sister with a world-shattered life-questioning expression; let her calm alone in the hallway—turned back to his room.

Everything that needed saying said; he still had work—no free time for more explanations.

Inserting camera memory card into computer external reader—pulling out video data; Yuu cleared complicated thoughts—started typing keyboard attentively.

Editing video, post-production, adding effects and subtitles…

Working hard till nearly 11 PM—Yuu temporarily ended. Remaining parts easily done in two-three more days—no need to cut rest time.

Work taking others ten hours—he finished in one-two hours daily, about three days.

Glancing at unmoving room door—Yuu decided to read a bit before sleep.

He didn’t know what Sora thought—after being force-fed such massive info; she stood petrified in hallway five-six minutes, then quietly returned to her room—not chasing to ask endlessly as he imagined.

Disbelief? Or unable to accept?

Or maybe mind not cleared—unsure how to face it?

Many guesses in his mind—still, Yuu felt no anxiety; heart calm.

Just as Sora willingly believed him without reason—he believed Sora, willing to accept everything about her.

A bond deeper than family—something only these siblings had, unbreakable by world changes.

“Every late night is to await tomorrow’s sunrise…”

Closing the classic novel flipped ten pages—Yuu shook his head, making a literary sound.

Then returned the book to the shelf—casually pulled drawer, glancing at the bead bracelet still in the corner—closed without doing anything.

Locking door, turning off lights, sleep.

Not letting anything disturb his rest—like a tired playing baby; he closed eyes—quickly falling into deep sleep.

“…”

Moonlight couldn’t penetrate tightly closed curtains; thick night darkness filled every crevice.

His breathing calm and regular; time passed unnoticed.

—That night, Yuu dreamed.

A dream related to summer vacation.

Before Shibuya station, blazing sun.

He suppressed inner anxiety—pretending calm greeting the mature-dressed beautiful woman; about to do something very important with her.

As he raised his hand—seemed colorful light glittering above.

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Yukinoshita residence.

“Those little fox girls must be flirting with him again… Damn—why am I a college student!”

Complaining in helpless anger, Haruno pulled the blanket—turned off lights with smart remote on phone; moonlight outside couldn’t penetrate the glass.

Sighing sounds vanished in silent dark air; she slowly closed eyes—as if remembering something, heart slightly disappointed.

“I don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of him… I hope he sees me in his dreams too.”

Dream Haruno would surely do anything to make him remember all their love feelings—and willingly fall into her embrace.

Because it’s a dream—no matter how he avoids, he can’t escape her grasp.

Because it’s a dream—those little fox girls won’t be there; she’ll ensure Yuu has no extra energy to look at other women.

With such beautiful hopes—she turned, buried under the blanket; innocent child-like smile hung on her mouth corners—letting consciousness fall into darkness, sleeping peacefully.

—That night, Haruno dreamed.

A dream so beautiful—she couldn’t remember it.


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Title: Things Seem to Be Getting More Interesting (Scratched Out) Complicated

Under the same night.

Just back at her apartment, Yukino—about to shower while carrying her clothes—received a call from her mother.

“You called yourself… Is there something important you want to tell me?”

Hearing her tone of slight disbelief, the voice on the other end replied softly yet authoritatively:

“Why, is it strange for a mother to call and check on her daughter living alone outside?”

“No, I didn’t mean that…” Yukino’s petite beautiful face showed slight helplessness; her voice unconsciously softened.

“I’m sensing a bit of mother-daughter strain. Don’t be nervous—this is my side’s issue.”

Comforting gently, Saori chuckled lightly but decided in an undeniable tone: “Starting today, I’ll call you regularly at this time to ask about your school life. So you don’t secretly complain that your mother doesn’t care because you’ve been living out for so long.”

“Mom, I really don’t think that…” Yukino sighed almost like a whine.

She turned from the bathroom door, placed her pajamas on the table, and slumped listlessly onto the sofa.

Her face full of headache.

“You worry too much—I’m fine outside, nothing to report daily… Besides, are you calling this late just to chat?”

Yukino tried steering the conversation properly to end the call quickly.

Her mother wasn’t always authoritative.

Though since young she never dared disobey her orders and instructions—would back down under her serious gaze—and greatly respected this Yukinoshita family head who prospered the family and never lost to others; once having the biggest dream to become a woman like her.

But Yukino also often saw her mother teasing them sisters like children—sometimes childish and unserious; feeling very familiar with this unknown side of her mother.

…And somewhat hard to handle.

What else—Saori was a woman who seamlessly switched between joking and serious—maybe smiling teasingly one second, warning cautiously with sarcastic cold tone the next.

Her attitude changed easily—making one unable to guess her thoughts.

Far harder than always-serious people. Maybe this is dealing with a tiger?

Though this tiger was one of her most loved family members.

“Well, though I want to continue this rare mother-daughter chat time—but it’s late. The rest when we meet.”

Saori sighed softly as if lamenting; next moment back to soft calm tone.

“Yukino—this weekend is Sōbu’s Cultural Festival, right? I heard your club made a short film—I’ll come see it. Remember to save me a seat.”

“!” Still recovering from surprise, Yukino unconsciously opened her mouth—rejection words nearly out.

But ultimately she bit her lip annoyedly, said nothing, and fell silent.

…If her mother truly wanted to come—she couldn’t stop her.

Though phrased as a question—her mother’s tone clearly showed decision made, not easily swayed.

To change her mind—needed sufficiently strong and true reasons.

If reasons better than hers—mother wouldn’t be stubborn, even gladly change—but worst: neither she nor her sister ever succeeded in the past.

As usual—Yukino silently accepted the fact, fully giving up futile struggle.

The existence that could make her surrender unconditionally—perhaps only her mother in this world…

Well—besides that man.

“Haruno will tell you the exact time. We might come together—remember to pick us up.” Saori still gently ordered.

“I understand. But that day I still have executive committee work—so I can’t spare much time.”

Hugging her knees, back leaning on the soft sofa backrest.

Answering flatly—a cold light flashed in Yukino’s eyes; mouth corners slightly sneered.

So this was her sister’s doing again…

(Leaking about Service Club filming—arousing Mom’s interest in the Cultural Festival—what’s her plan?)

(Want Tenkuji-kun to meet the parents early?)

(No—she can’t be that stupid.)

With her advantage—impossible to imagine Mom opposing her relationship with him; might even actively matchmake—and doing things benefiting others completely against Haruno’s acting principles.

“Hmph…”

Rubbing the deep crease between her brows, Yukino sighed softly; expression serious again.

Even after yesterday’s incident—her sister seemed to have no plan to behave…

True—no mistake. This is what Haruno would do.

She was already wary—the rest was how to counter her move.

“No problem—I won’t stay long; have to return to work after a quick look.”

Saori’s voice brought Yukino’s thoughts back; she said relieved: “I see… Then I’ll try to make time. If truly can’t—I can only ask my friends to welcome you.”

“No need to trouble—whatever’s convenient.” Saori opened her fan, saying slightly displeased: “In my daughter’s eyes—is your mother the type to cause trouble if unsupervised?”

“…Not really. Just calmer with someone watching.” Struggling to suppress the urge to say the truth, Yukino said calmly: “Anything else? If not—I’ll shower and sleep.”

“Alright—that’s it. Good night, Yukino.”

Following her mother’s soft sincere voice, Yukino also smiled thinly, saying softly into the phone:

“Good night, Mom.”

Just as she was about to hang up—Saori suddenly spoke again, as if remembering something unsaid.

“Oh right, Yukino.”

“Yes?”

“If you have a boyfriend—remember to tell the family.”

“…”

“Not restricting your dating freedom—I trust your judgment; you won’t choose someone unclear… But in dating matters—as a Yukinoshita daughter, you must be more careful than others.”

“Hmm…”

“Your sister’s also in a new relationship recently—even handmade a bracelet for her boyfriend; truly back to high school girl in love days… Just she’s very secretive—told me nothing; I haven’t heard of anyone close to her on campus.”

“Haah…”

“Yukino—I hope you’re not like Haruno; give your mother a bit more trust. Once sure he’s reliable—bring him home for us to see. The Yukinoshita family’s future son-in-law can’t meet the parents only before the wedding.”

“That…”

“Not urging you to find a boyfriend immediately—you’re only seventeen; studies more important. But if one day you meet someone you like—Yukino you must remember…” The old-lady-like talk stopped; Saori asked confused: “What? Seems you want to say something.”

“…”

Looking at the bright night outside the large window, Yukino slightly opened her mouth—hesitating several seconds.

Coughing to hide her embarrassment, face slightly flushed, she said calmly into the phone:

“Unlike Nee-san—I already have a boyfriend in a stable relationship. He’s my classmate and same club.”

“…You sure?” After brief silence, Saori asked with unconcealed surprise: “You already have a boyfriend?!”

Yukino couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“Yes… Even I—have someone I love and want to be with forever.”

If it’s her mother—maybe just seeing her expression talking about Yuu, Mom could already realize something, right?

Then—better confess their relationship frankly before Mom realizes herself—afterward, she’ll apologize to Yuu.

After all—in their relationship, this step ultimately unavoidable…

And honestly—Yukino didn’t want to avoid it.

Introducing Yuu as her lover to her mother—just thinking of the scene, Yukino felt her chest hot, whole body tingling—shy and awkward, but so happy she didn’t know what to say.

Because she loves Yuu—she wants those around her to love him too.

She wants Yuu to like her family—wants to see satisfied expressions on her mother’s face.

Yukino gently placed her palm over her faster-beating heart, took a deep breath trying to stay calm—but her mouth corners and tone unconsciously lifted into happy relieved curves.

“So—no need to bring him home; you’ll meet him at the Cultural Festival!”

And at this moment—Yukino unconsciously forgot the most important thing.

Yuu isn’t just her boyfriend.

In other words—that is—Yuu isn’t just the Yukinoshita family’s future son-in-law.

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Yuigahama residence.

“Mom—you really want to come to our school?”

“Why—can’t a thirty-something old lady like me approach your high schoolers’ sacred grounds?”

Mama Yuigahama pouted dissatisfied—like a sulking child, hands on hips glaring at her daughter.

Plus her graceful mature youthful face—though not cute, had a bit of childish mischief.

Drying her wet hair, Yuigahama muttered softly: “I didn’t say that—though soon forty…”

“Still years away okay?!”

Vein bulging on her forehead, mouth corners twitching with a scary smile, Mama Yuigahama ordered undeniably: “Anyway I don’t care—I’m coming to your school’s Cultural Festival! I want to see what film your club made! I want to know where you usually flirt with Yuu-kun!”

Her tone more like a child’s whine than an order—less mature than her high school daughter.

Already used to her mother’s trying-to-act-young appearance, Yuigahama sighed tiredly: “Mom—you’re really childish…”

“Please call it youthful spirit.” Saying that proudly, Mama Yuigahama also imitated her daughter—sighing disappointedly, even deliberately loud: “So ungrateful—who locked herself in her room refusing to come out over emotional issues—needing Mom to care, advise, be her trash bin and confidante…”

“Alright alright! I didn’t say I won’t let you go!” Before she went too far, Yuigahama quickly stopped her—face flushed embarrassed: “And besides—you know the way to school; you can go anytime—why ask me?”

Mama Yuigahama raised two fingers, explaining casually: “First—respecting my daughter’s wishes. Second—a wife mixing with energetic young teens could be a huge mental shock… I need someone to accompany me strolling.”

“Where’s the respecting my wishes…” Yuigahama set down the towel, rolling her big eyes at her mother: “But I still have to help club activities and class exhibits—so I can’t accompany you the whole time; you’ll have to walk around alone.”

Mama Yuigahama’s eyes sparkled: “Then—can I ask Yuu-kun to accompany me?”

“No way!”

Like a puppy guarding its bone, Yuigahama jumped from the sofa—baring teeth at her.

“He’s my future son-in-law—wouldn’t it be better for you to build a good relationship with him now…” Seeing her daughter start narrowing eyes—as if ready to pounce and rub her face with the just-used wet hair-drying towel, Mama Yuigahama hurriedly waved hands and backed off.

“Alright alright—I won’t talk to him without your permission; even if I do—it’ll be under your supervision. Geez—having a boyfriend means no need for Mom; didn’t expect Yui to be so heartless.”

“I didn’t say I don’t need you. Who told you to keep teasing me—of course I’d get mad.”

Yuigahama huffed loudly, sat back on the sofa, warning unhappily: “Listen carefully—don’t do anything to embarrass me okay? My friends and Yuu-kun’s little sister will be there too—please stay the gentle wise mother; don’t let your secrets get exposed.”

“What secrets? I’m always this gentle and wise—far better than you melancholic blonde girl!”

Retorting while ruffling her daughter’s hair—before her daughter yelled and jumped angrily, Mama Yuigahama turned lightly, humming toward the kitchen.

“Finally an official mother-child meeting… Aww—hope the son-in-law’s more attentive than the daughter.”

“Mom!”

“Not saying anymore—not saying anymore~”

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Video call ongoing, Masuzu frowned at Mana; after hearing her sister’s unilateral notice, she asked somewhat firmly:

“Transfer schools after the Cultural Festival? Why? Is that his order…”

“Not really. Dunno—suddenly I want to transfer to the same school as you, Masuzu… Don’t misunderstand—this isn’t to protect you or anything; I’m just doing what I want!”

“Heh—I don’t think that. Is this surveillance? Did he notice something?”

“Tch… Anyway—I’ll come to your school during the Cultural Festival to look around; then directly transfer to Sōbu first year! That’s it—stupid big sis Masuzu—see ya!”

“Hey—Mana—!”

Call disconnected unilaterally.

Looking at the darkened phone, Masuzu unconsciously bit her thumb nail—head down with gloomy expression, muttering slightly anxiously:

“Mana actually wants to transfer… With that kid’s personality—everything will definitely get more troublesome…”