Yuu 526-530 (Patreon)

Title: The Reversed Fate

Yuu, who had briefly seemed to lose his fighting spirit, stood up again, facing the heavily bearded man—who was actually Asuna—with his sword drawn.

However, the rapier user now exuded a completely different killing intent from before, one that came from the depths of her heart.

It was as if the item she held at waist height wasn’t a game prop, but a real, sharp rapier meant to kill him.

(What happened? Did she get too upset from the teasing and finally snap?)

The moment this thought crossed his mind, blinding white light suddenly flared from the rapier, like a falling star crashing to earth. The light gradually enveloped the avatar’s rough body.

Seeing this, the crowd of spectators grew noisy.

“Such intense light. There’s a sword skill like this?”

“Why does it feel like a transformation cue? Don’t tell me he’ll turn into a wizard uncle?”

While the Virtual Research Club president was still stunned, he felt a member tug his sleeve, and Yukino nearby also looked at him questioningly.

Though he found it hard to believe himself, he quickly explained:

“I don’t know what’s happening either, but in a world with only sword skills, there shouldn’t be a skill like Flash... and no items can be used in the arena.”

So, what was that light?

Just as everyone watching the scene grew confused, the light around Asuna intensified—until, like a flash grenade thrown, the screen turned blinding white. Nothing could be seen or heard.

Spectators hurriedly turned away, covering their nearly blinded eyes.

“So blinding! What the heck is this!”

“A bug, right? The game can do this?!”

“How are we supposed to watch the match like this...”

Just as the light blazed brightest, and the debate had barely lasted five seconds—

Without warning, accompanied by a pop like a short circuit, the entire club building plunged into darkness. All artificial lights, along with the blinding white glow, vanished without a trace!

After a brief silence, even more chaotic and shocked voices erupted from all directions.

“Power outage?!”

“Seems like it—even the hallway lights outside are off... Did we overload the circuits here?”

“But luckily, it’s still afternoon, so it’s not too dark.”

Many looked outside, and Virtual Research Club members quickly opened the window curtains.

As sunlight illuminated the room, the budding panic faded, replaced by mild dissatisfaction.

It was still bright afternoon outside; even with all club building lights off, visibility only dropped slightly—no need to worry.

Yukino, after a brief startle, quickly calmed, gazing firmly and seriously at the club president.

The bespectacled man immediately switched to work mode: “Committee Chair, normal club rooms lack emergency power. To restore electricity, we need to go to the distribution room and flip the main switch... And we’ve carefully checked power usage—even with four helmets and two screens running simultaneously, it’s impossible to trip the whole building from overload. This must be due to another reason.”

Yukino nodded: “Understood. The main cause will be investigated later—now...”

Before she could order someone to the distribution room, the lights suddenly flickered back on one by one.

The outage struck abruptly, lasting about ten seconds—some hadn’t even reacted before power returned.

A minor incident not even worth calling a false alarm.

Yet Yukino couldn’t help frowning, sensing something off.

“Power restored this quickly—did someone control it from the distribution room, or...”

But before deeper thought, a slightly worried voice came from the nearby experience area.

“Um, my friend’s still in the game—if power cuts suddenly, they won’t get trapped, right?”

A club member quickly replied: “No, they won’t! Please stay calm—these game helmets are completely safe, even in sudden disconnections...”

The explanation mirrored what the president told her earlier. Seeing confused visitors remove helmets in the experience area, Yukino shifted her gaze back to the arena area’s curtain.

The overhead screens were dark—likely needing a game restart to light up... Meaning Yuu and the others should have exited.

Slowly exhaling, suppressing rising worry and anxiety, Yukino walked with a calm expression.

But after a few steps, rustling came from behind the curtain—then her boyfriend poked his head out.

“What’s up?”

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Yuu removed his helmet, clutching his still-aching forehead, resting briefly in the chair.

Ignoring Asuna’s issue for now, he stood and left the arena area. He first looked around the Virtual Research Club office in confusion—aside from slight noise, nothing odd—then turned to his girlfriend.

“I got forced logout mid-game... Didn’t seem like a blackout—helmet plug pulled?”

“No—about fifteen seconds ago, the entire club building lost power, recovering quickly ten seconds later. Cause unknown.”

Secretly relieved, Yukino explained calmly, walking to him.

Resisting the urge to hug him, she lowered her head slightly, whispering seriously: “Though it’s not good to suspect others... I think there’s intent here, and the prime suspect is someone.”

Since it just happened, Yukino naturally thought of those two lumps of fat... no, Utaha’s figure.

Though unsure why the other would cut the building’s power, based on her anxious question—“Will people inside be okay if power cuts?”—then rushing out, it was enough for Yukino to mark the senior as prime suspect.

Briefly informing Yuu of her guess and recent events, she frowned slightly, stroking her chin thoughtfully.

“Kasumigaoka-senpai... Got it—I’ll investigate later. When you have time, use your committee authority to request security CCTV footage. If refused, call Hiratsuka-sensei directly.”

“Alright.” Yukino nodded softly, paused, then suddenly asked, “Is your relationship with Yuuki-san bad? Do you know Kasumigaoka-senpai?”

“Huh? Me and Asu... I don’t know Kasumigaoka-senpai, but I saw her on the stairs earlier. She looked at me like a ghost—I don’t know why.”

Yuu was surprised, then shrugged innocently.

“I see.” Yukino nodded understandingly, giving a soft smile, “So your relationship’s close enough to use first names.”

Her smiling-yet-not-smiling face was her current expression. Clear, firm eyes held no smile; her petite face radiated endless chill.

If not for people around, Yuu swore she’d assert girlfriend authority and lecture him into prostrating for forgiveness.

Unfortunately, Yuu couldn’t explain... or the best way was admitting, “Like Haruno and others, she’s my ex-girlfriend.”

But recalling the final scene before disconnection, he set it aside, hurriedly changing topics: “You watched our fight outside. How did it end?”

“End? Yuuki-san’s sword glowed, the screen went white—then outside power cut...” As if realizing something, Yukino tilted her head slightly, gazing at him confusedly.

“Don’t tell me the blackout was caused by Yuuki-san’s light?”

“Not impossible...” But that wasn’t Yuu’s concern.

So, Asuna’s transformation and ultra-fast stab—he couldn’t react—went unseen by others.

Their conversation unheard, her diamond ring unseen... Though thief-like guilt lingered, Yuu couldn’t help sighing in relief.

Then, the immediate issue.

He unconsciously touched his nearly pierced chest, shifting thoughtful gaze behind the curtain.

For example, what was that light—piercing game limits, not only empowering Asuna beyond his defeat, but manifesting a character impossible in a test account?

Of course, dismissing Asuna having superpowers, Yuu didn’t need deep thought—even the deleted diamond ring appeared, so the fault was that damn system—no other explanation.

Then, Utaha’s issue.

Stairs avoidance, dropped pamphlet on the path, appearing in the rarely visited Virtual Research Club by the cool third-year goddess...

Utaha not only named Asuna’s identity but, after asking if blackout was dangerous, the building-wide outage hit shortly after she left.

Like shouting: “Who needs an alibi—I did it! I cut Tenkiji Yuu’s connection!”

Perhaps she didn’t care about being caught, or... wanted this extreme reminder to seek her?

Yuu scratched his temple, pondered briefly, then made a preliminary decision.

(Later, I’ll go to Class 3-A for Utaha and ask what she wants!)

Yukino’s evidence gathering was still needed. If Utaha cut club building power, forcing him and Asuna logout...

Well, ten seconds—no harm or casualties. Forget Yuu, even the school couldn’t touch her.

For a serious prank, max punishment was temporary suspension... And as far as he knew, Utaha had a Waseda Literature recommendation—suspended or not, no issue; the school wouldn’t dare harsh a model student.

Utaha feared no evidence.

“So, she planned everything meticulously before the crime... This stalker senpai’s far smarter than before.”

Fingers leaving his temple, Yuu narrowed his eyes—since she went this far, he’d see what this stalker senior truly wanted.

“Stalker?” Hearing his mutter, Yukino’s eyes sharpened, “What’s that about?”

“In short...” Just as Yuu opened his mouth, rustling came from behind the curtain.

He recounted the black-stocking old lady tailing him at the station—then saw Asuna exit the arena area, clutching her forehead.

Asuna looked around confusedly, quickly locking eyes on Yuu. Like finding her backbone, she showed clear relief.

At this moment, Yuu felt the cold aura from the girl beside him.

...He hadn’t noticed before—Yukino was quite jealous?

Seemingly ignoring Yukino’s expression, Asuna stepped forward quickly: “Tenkiji-kun, what happened... power cut? Why were we suddenly kicked from the game?”

“Club building lost power for ten seconds.”

Briefly explaining, Yuu gazed at her strangely.

Asuna felt uneasy under that stare, unconsciously stepping back half a pace, face slightly flushed, smiling awkwardly.

“Tenkiji-kun, what’s wrong? If you have something to say, go ahead...”

Yukino also looked puzzled.

Now Yuu felt uneasy under her gaze, but calm and without unnecessary thoughts, he answered naturally: “Lots I want to ask you.”

“But not here to talk—if you don’t mind, come with us?”

He signaled his girlfriend beside him, indicating he just wanted answers—no intent to cheat in front of her.

Yukino understood immediately, first responding with a proud cat-like disdainful look that she wasn’t that jealous, then softening, nodding gracefully and politely to Asuna:

“Yuuki-san, do you have plans after this?”

Asuna hesitated: “N-no, unless wandering the cultural festival counts...”

Yukino smiled.

“Then, would you join us briefly? No need to worry—we just want to fulfill host duties. It’s rare for Yuuki-san to come from afar; as Sobu High students, we mustn’t lack hospitality.”

“That...”

Asuna wavered, glancing between their expressions, seeming to have unspoken words.

But finally, she smiled bitterly: “Sorry, my head’s a bit dizzy—can I rest a bit?”

Not a lie.

Since removing the helmet and returning to reality.

Asuna not only lacked memories after the logout warning box but now felt dizzy like overworked. Like reading all day—hard to focus, wanting sleep.

She couldn’t fathom why, just wanting a place to rest, letting her tired brain go blank briefly.

“I see... then let us escort you to the infirmary.” Yukino was surprised, quickly replying, “The infirmary teacher is a woman, on duty all day—you can rest peacefully.”

“Thank you.”

Asuna nodded softly, unconsciously glancing at Yuu.

Though feeling she’d forgotten much, one thing burned strongly in her mind.

(Tenkiji-kun... we were married in-game, spending long time together...)

(Then in reality... is he my boyfriend too?)

And these questions—she could only ask him alone.

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Club building, ground floor, power distribution room.

Following wall instructions, Utaha cut the main power, restoring it ten seconds later.

For caution, she even used a handkerchief to avoid fingerprints.

Done, Utaha clapped her hands, casually closing the room door, returning to the sunlit first floor.

She stretched, inexplicably relieved like escaping death, an irrepressible cheerful smile blooming at her mouth corners.

Naturally, the shocked, confused crowd didn’t notice her coming from below, nor suspect the outage linked to her.

Utaha walked forward, not returning to the Virtual Research Club to observe reactions, but directly leaving the building.

Soon, she felt passing gazes.

Utaha quickly realized the future-like “Stone Hat” invisibility was gone.

Single-use, naturally reclaimed post-task.

“If only permanent...”

Sighing regretfully, Utaha shifted thoughts, focusing on her notebook.

Opening inner pages, Rewriting Failure, Your Future Falls into the Abyss Together was gone, replaced by new content.

【Fate Has Reversed, New Story Begins by You.】

【Editor, Future Still Full of Hardships—Never Underestimate. Slight Carelessness, You All Perish Forever.】

【...Yet from now, a perfect story ending seems visible.】

【《Part One》 Ends Perfectly, 《Part Two》 Yet to Begin.】

【Patiently Await the Time.】

Main text, with a small line below.

【Congrats Editor on Task Completion, Reward: Minor Writing Skill Boost.】

【Hint: Before Part Two Begins, Avoid Meeting Tenkiji Yuu as Much as Possible.】

Utaha read top to bottom, scoffing mockingly at the last main line.

“Just mystery-making... Seems some Great Being isn’t great at writing—at least worse than me.”

Then she suddenly realized—it really rewarded her post-task?!

Yay!

Utaha grew excited, clutching the notebook, eyes full of satisfied light.

She’d worked hard up and down—not in vain, not just forced... Knowing this made today’s frustrations worthwhile.

Setting aside other aspects, notebook rewards weren’t mysterious. The invisibility left a deep impression.

So seeing Minor Writing Skill Boost, Utaha had no doubt—unconsciously feeling the trip worthwhile.

Her hard-earned result!

A reward earned with effort—why doubt or abandon?

“Humph humph~”

Yes, she was confident and proud, certain of her writing talent, sometimes scorning editors’ techniques to boost skill, thinking she’d soon be the island’s strongest female author—

But before a god-like existence, Utaha knew she was ordinary. Overpride made her a joke. Better relax, calmly accept heavenly gifts.

“But even minor boost—how much improvement...”

Suppressing inner excitement, she pondered, walking to the third-floor classrooms with the notebook.

Grabbing her school bag, telling classmates she’d leave early, Utaha prepared to exit school.

As for Yuu not coming to Class 3-A?

Ha! Task done—no need for direct reminders.

Even without the notebook’s hint, Utaha had no plans to contact that troublesome junior without reason—they never truly promised to meet, so canceling was fine, like him ditching her all morning, right?

Mouth corners irrepressibly smiling joyfully, Utaha lightly stepped out the school gate, quickly banishing all Yuu thoughts, gazing refreshed at the distant clear sky.

Yes, such beautiful weather—think happy things!

“Perfect—if my writing really improves, I’ll start Volume Four right after home~ Hmm, better take a few days off!”

No Yuu meeting, better writing—two birds, one stone! (Actually three islands paddled!)

In such cheerful mood, the slim black-haired girl’s figure soon vanished at the school gate corner.

Inside Sobu High, the cultural festival buzzed on.

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Escorting Asuna to the infirmary, Yuu asked little.

Mainly because he didn’t want to answer—even meeting Yuigahama, he just greeted politely, showing a somewhat tired expression he didn’t want to say more.

He could only set aside heart guesses, escorting her to rest with everyone, planning to visit with Yukino and others post-festival.

Lacking the right moment, Yuu also couldn’t inform them of Asuna’s issue—postponing it.

Next, he had to find prime suspect Utaha in third year.

But before that, Mrs. Yukinoshita’s driver finally escaped traffic, arriving to pick up mother and child.

They escorted them to the school gate. But before leaving, Saori gave Yuu a meaningful smile, waving.

“Can we talk a bit? Just us two.”

-

Title: Not Sweet Talk for the Mother-in-Law, It’s Strategic Communication

Under the intrigued gazes of Mama Yuigahama and Haruno, and the worried looks from his two girlfriends and one little sister, Yuu and Saori walked toward the black sedan.

Haruno tried to follow without hesitation but was driven back to her sister’s side by their mother’s sharp glare. The perceptive driver lowered the car window, allowing them to speak at normal volume without being overheard.

“What did you want to discuss with me?”

Following the elegant steps of the kimono-clad lady, as she stopped and turned, Yuu asked first.

Though his tone was far from rude, leading the conversation rhythm ahead of an elder was uncivilized.

Saori raised her finely arched brows, suddenly lifting her folded hinoki fan and swinging it toward him.

But due to height differences and the discomfort of raising her arm too high in a kimono, she could only lightly tap his shoulder as punishment.

“Though I can’t demand too much from a high schooler from common folk, you must understand the responsibilities you’ll bear from now on.”

Yuu blinked, looking slightly surprised: “...As the Yukinoshita family’s son-in-law, I mustn’t tarnish their name and ethics?”

“Since you understand, was that intentional just now?” Saori smiled, but her gentle eyes radiated danger.

“No, I’m just used to it.” Yuu bowed obediently, quickly placing himself in the mindset of a compliant son-in-law.

Seeing him silently wait for her to speak, Saori finally nodded in satisfaction: “If you and Yukino are dating with marriage in mind, get used to handling things like this in the future... Though major family matters are handled by Haruno, and her future husband may hold great power, that doesn’t mean you can still act recklessly under the Tenkiji name.”

“I’ll remember—I won’t disappoint you!”

Nodding slightly, Yuu met her gaze and answered seriously. His eyes were so resolute no one could doubt his words.

This wasn’t his first such test—previously, while dating Haruno at the amusement park, Saori had said something similar.

To marry a Yukinoshita daughter, one must be ready to shoulder responsibility.

Though not as heavy as Haruno’s as the eldest, Yukino also carried unavoidable family burdens. She wasn’t an ordinary girl but the second daughter of the Yukinoshita family. Whether marrying her or becoming a son-in-law, to be with her, Yuu had to be aware of joining the Yukinoshita family.

So, whatever answer he gave back then, Yuu would naturally give now... In fact, having grown, he now learned to draw conclusions and seal all gaps perfectly.

“You can trust my potential, learning ability, and strength. In a few years, I’ll manage Tenkiji Network well, not becoming a parasite dependent on a great family. And in this information age, wherever the Yukinoshita family wants to expand business in the future, they’ll grow stronger with my help... Hard to believe? No problem—give me a week, I’ll write this into an essay and send it to your desk.”

He once again displayed a professional presentation demeanor, but this time, his handsome face carried a gentle smile—like a young man showcasing his strengths and achievements to relatives.

Time passed quickly—even counting, not yet half a year.

Yuu was long no longer an ordinary teen who could only boast ideals or use superpowers against elders.

They wanted reality—give reality; future—give future; money—show money; ability—show ability.

To elders, ten sentences might not equal one ownership proof.

He understood this more than anyone.

All his efforts and accumulated assets thus far were prepared to reassure future mothers-in-law in entrusting their daughters to him.

In dating, Yuu never played around.

“R-really... I understand. No need to trouble yourself—time will prove everything.”

Saori was slightly flustered by his attitude, snapping open her fan with a clack, covering her graceful lower face, sighing lightly in difficulty.

She truly didn’t understand why, just as she started testing, Yuu already knew what she wanted to say, sealing her mouth with swift, airtight actions like damming a flood—rendering her prepared words useless.

That flawless counterattack was even harder to handle than business trickery.

“Mmm...”

Feeling dominated by this youth, Saori unconsciously pouted slightly behind her fan, narrowed eyes sweeping over the seemingly confused Yuu.

But thinking again—what was wrong with being dominated? It showed his intelligence and caution!

As a future Yukinoshita son-in-law, the backbone to manage great business and prosper descendants, the more his abilities surprised and even embarrassed his mother-in-law, the better.

Saori immediately smiled in relief.

As for Yuu’s character—no need to say more.

Both his firm attitude at lunch and his confident future assurances now showed that though complex-minded, he was also innocently amusing.

He took no shortcuts, wouldn’t fool her with sweet words, eyes always on the beautiful future he set—thus dealing equally with her. Smarter, he could choose better ways, yet faced her honestly, laying everything out, hoping she’d feel secure entrusting her daughter.

Seeing through the surface to the core.

Only in Yukino-related matters did Yuu give her the feeling of a seventeen-year-old high schooler—both rash and naive.

Not bad—Saori quite liked, or rather appreciated and was full of hope for, such a youth.

...The only flaw was Yuu played the field too much.

Fine—use this point to teach him a lesson!

So in the future he wouldn’t underestimate seniors, and Yukino wouldn’t be influenced!

“Ahem.”

Gathering her scattered thoughts, Saori cleared her throat twice, slightly closing her eyes, speaking casually.

“Tenkiji-kun, I said before—your talent isn’t the key to approving your dating Yukino. Whether you can bring happiness to my daughter, stay faithful to her for life—that’s what matters most to me as a mother.”

Yuu was surprised, then answered: “I understand.”

“Do you really?”

The moment the words left his mouth, Saori’s eyes widened. Like a blizzard sweeping, cold authority pressure enveloped him.

“I know your relationship is good, and I believe Yukino can find happiness with you... But do you know what foolish decision you’ve made yourself?”

“...Dating two people at once.” Yuu pressed his lips, gazing calmly—neither humble nor arrogant.

The fan slowly closed, lightly tapping her soft palm twice.

“True—men from great families have many wives and concubines; it’s common among elites... Though the Yukinoshita family has no precedent, if Yukino herself doesn’t mind, I can’t say anything.”

On this, Saori really wanted to strangle her eldest daughter.

(When I needed support most, Haruno turned and ruined plans for her sister and future brother-in-law... Great—wasted my advice when she suffered in love, you traitor!)

(Decided—someday when Haruno brings her boyfriend home, I’ll make it twice as hard!)

Gritting teeth and deciding inwardly, her face showed only slight brow furrowing. Saori continued in a softening tone: “But can you truly guarantee equal treatment from now on?”

“Japan doesn’t allow polygamy. Who will be the legal wife? What about the other? Does she deserve to feel inferior as a mistress?”

Yuu: “...”

Seeing him silent, Saori took her fan, gently poking his chest.

As if questioning his conscience, her graceful melodic voice carried heavy weight.

“In the future when both are pregnant, can you as a husband truly care for both wives’ sensitive feelings and physical conditions during pregnancy?”

“Even without going that far—your publicly acknowledged school girlfriend is only Yuigahama-san, right? Hmph—bold enough to make Yukino your mistress; your courage isn’t small...”

“So even now you can’t treat them fairly—no need to speak of the future. Will you secretly compensate Yukino, letting Yuigahama-san see? Or pamper Yuigahama-san, letting Yukino silently endure?”

Saori withdrew her fan, shaking her head—her soft, thin lips curving in an ambiguous arc, unclear if mockery or bitter smile.

“No matter what you do, your heart can’t split in two. Liking two at once—someone will get hurt... Especially after tasting affair’s pleasures, men’s self-control drops drastically—hard to say it’ll stop at two.”

“Tenkiji-kun, this is a problem you’ll surely face. Skip the long talk—can you, in your own words, tell me how to make both equally happy?”

She slightly lifted her head but gazed down at Yuu’s eyes.

The Yukinoshita family head finally displayed her true aura and dignity.

Though only in casual chat-like soft tone, her clear, firm words pressed heavily—like a soft knife at the throat, urging without breathing room, full of pressure yet standing on truth—unrefutable, only submission and listening.

The future is unpredictable; happiness isn’t money—yet Saori pressed firmly, cold sharp gaze locked on Yuu’s face, impossible to miss any guilt or nervousness.

“...Impossible.”

But after brief silence, Yuu said words that shocked her.

“What...”

“I said—equal is impossible, forever impossible.” Yuu shrugged helplessly, sighing at Saori’s slightly parted lips, “I don’t think I ever said after dating them I could give equal love... Too arrogant—no normal person can do that.”

As Saori was about to speak, Yuu raised a hand, politely stopping her, then continued.

“I’m human—I’ll play favorites, and I know who I truly like more now... I’ll feel guilty for such thoughts, and interact with compensation mentality—even knowing it hurts them more.”

“Sorry—from past to now, I’ve never done one thing perfectly.”

Yuu smiled, gazing honestly at Saori—unaffected by her intimidating eyes.

“Though capable, in love I’m just an ordinary high schooler.”

“At best, I can only try to make them smile, and compensate for all hurts they suffer—from now to the future.”

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The luxury car door slowly closed, isolating the cold wind outside.

Saori watched the passing scenery through the window, glancing at the rearview mirror’s group of high schoolers seeing her off, her fingers unconsciously stroking the hinoki fan handle.

Then she couldn’t help sighing, holding her smooth forehead, showing a defeated look.

“So—you can visit Yukino often. If she shows the slightest unhappiness, feel free to bring bodyguards to beat me—I won’t resist at all... Realistic enough to present strict-format future plans, yet naive enough to confidently say such words.”

“Tenkiji Yuu—this person is truly hard to understand...”

“Right, right~” Haruno, initially annoyed at being forced into the car by her mother, immediately curled her lips and smiled hearing this.

Snorting twice proudly, she suddenly rolled her eyes, leaning her head to the front seat, proposing innocently: “Since you can’t separate them anyway—how about ignoring the situation for now and letting time decide everything?”

Saori glared annoyedly: “I was already thinking that... Seems you’re very satisfied with your future brother-in-law.”

“Hmm...” Haruno pursed lips and frowned, saying seriously, “Half dissatisfied, half satisfied! If just about himself—after long interaction, no one should hate him.”

“Unexpectedly high praise...” Missing the hidden tone in Haruno’s words, Saori suddenly opened her fan, covering her smiling lips, “Then Haruno—when will you bring your boyfriend home? I’m eager to meet him.”

“That...” For some reason, Haruno suddenly averted her gaze guiltily, fingers twisting a chest hair strand, looking hesitant.

Saori raised a brow: “What? Don’t tell me you failed? He’s the first man to receive your handmade gift.”

“No—not failed, just the situation’s a bit complicated...” After thinking, Haruno showed an indifferent expression, spreading hands and shrugging, “Relax—thanks to your visit this time, I have a plan in mind... But it needs time before official execution—now just wait for the right moment.”

She also looked out the window at the receding school gate, slowly narrowing her eyes with a light fox-like smile.

“Later—I’ll definitely bring my boyfriend home for you to see.”

The mother in the front seat leaned close like a curious child, blinking: “What plan—tell me so I can give input?”

“Input in your head.” Haruno politely pushed this wife’s head back, “Even if I say now, you’ll forget sooner or later anyway. Better not.”

“What do you mean?” Saori frowned, pursing lips unhappily, “Doubting the Yukinoshita family head’s memory?”

Haruno rolled eyes, mouth corners sneering: “Daring to claim good memory—yet forgetting everything about that incident...”

Saori’s eyes bulged, fan closing with a clack: “Haruno—explain yourself!”

“Lick-lick-lick—I said nothing~”

The black sedan sped along the highway.

Cold wind howled outside the window; the mother-daughter quarrel over a small issue was heard only by the focused driver and the cat doll hanging from the rearview mirror.

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After seeing off the two troublemakers, Yuu turned and exchanged glances with the girls—everyone understood, showing relieved smiles.

“What did you say to Mom?”

“Future assurances—and promises to make you both happy forever.”

“So—back to Yuu-kun’s specialty in sweet-talking?”

“What nonsense—can you call it sweet talk to a mother-in-law... It’s strategic communication.”

“Yuu-kun—your playboy aura’s getting stronger...”

“Just your feeling—nothing purer than me.”

“Liar.”

They chatted merrily, about to walk shoulder-to-shoulder back to the festive school building.

Pressing her palm to her smooth cheek, Mama Yuigahama slightly tilted her head, narrowed eyes looking a bit confused, but her soft tone said to them:

“I say—you all—there’s still one mother-in-law here who hasn’t left... This discriminatory treatment—Mama thinks it’s very unfair.”

-

Title: The Witch’s Prophecy

Mama Yuigahama only grumbled briefly and, unlike Saori, didn’t pull Yuu aside for a lecture.

She seemed uninterested in meddling too much in her daughter’s love life. She followed Yuu and the others back to the bustling cultural festival, as if nothing had happened today.

They played on their own, while Yuu still had business.

After informing Yukino and the others, he headed straight to Class 3-A on the third floor. It was indeed a fortune-telling booth.

Several small mysterious tents were set up with black curtains, and the entire classroom was decorated in a deliberately chuunibyou, enigmatic style. The senior girls passing by wore pointed witch hats and body-hugging witch costumes. However, most visitors were women and couples—few single men like him.

Yuu walked with a natural expression. When a senior girl approached to greet him, he asked directly: “May I ask if Kasumigaoka-senpai is here?”

“Kasumigaoka?” The gray-haired witch-dressed senior pulled down her curved hat brim, tilting her head thoughtfully. “Hmm... come to think of it, I haven’t seen her in a while. She said she’d come replace anyone anytime and asked us to save a booth for her... such a selfish person.”

Someone passing by overheard and kindly answered: “Elaina-san, Kasumigaoka-san went home early.”

The gray-haired girl’s bright crystal eyes widened suddenly: “Went home early?! Damn—if she can go home early, why am I still here...”

“For that crystal ball you broke. Stop complaining—get back to your part-time witch job~” After some teasing, the passing senior returned to her own tasks.

“Tch—” The gray-haired girl clicked her tongue annoyedly, turning back to Yuu with dead-fish eyes, radiating listless laziness. “Well, you heard? She’s gone home. Got business with her? If so, message fee’s five hundred yen.”

Yuu’s mouth twitched: “Is your message phone gold-plated...”

“Hmph—still dissatisfied with a cute beauty like me delivering for you? Five hundred yen’s cheap!”

She first proudly patted her flat chest, then her eyes swept his tie. Like finding a flaw, she slowly showed a sly Tibetan-fox smile.

“Yo—so a junior? Great—I’ve helped you plenty, so another thousand yen as consultation fee—thanks to this country’s unique seniority culture, no problem, right?”

“...”

“Hmm? Kouhai-kun, what’s with that expression? This isn’t robbery. How could a clean, honest, beautiful witch like me rob ordinary folk? It’s just fair payment!”

“I haven’t said anything—why rush to defend yourself.”

(Does a girl this beautiful but this rotten-hearted really exist?)

Yuu silently stared at the fairy-like beautiful, sweet face for a few seconds, then turned and left without hesitation.

“Thanks for the help, Senpai. Since Kasumigaoka-senpai’s not here, I’ll head back.”

“Eh?! W-wait!”

Naturally, his shoulder was soon grabbed hard by small hands... strength unlike a normal girl.

But Yuu didn’t mind much. He kept walking out of the classroom with a flat expression, forcibly dragging the girl behind.

“S-strong grip?! Do monsters like this really exist... Aaa—kouhai-kun, wait! I won’t take the thousand yen—just five hundred for fortune-telling! Five hundred only! I, this witch, will personally divine for you—guaranteed worth it. If not, consider it a donation to a lost other-world witch traveler!”

Yuu slowly stopped, turning with a strange expression: “Lost other-world witch traveler?”

“Exactly—that’s my role today!”

The gray-haired girl grinned widely, proudly puffing her middle-school-sized chest, as if highlighting the hanging hexagonal star badge.

“Completely different from others—a beautiful girl with strong role identity and dedication, as resilient and beautiful as winter plum blossoms—who is it? —Yes, me!”

“Ah... yeah, yeah, got it. Lead the way.”

Yuu snorted disbelievingly, turning away uninterested, too lazy to chat with this over-enthusiastic senior.

Of course he saw the One Fortune-Telling, Two Hundred Yen sign at the entrance, but since she answered straightforwardly, consider the five hundred yen charity... As the saying goes, he was already here.

Thus, Yuu followed the gleeful Miss Witch into Class 3-A.

About eight small fortune-telling rooms, all tightly curtained in black, seemingly well soundproofed.

Ancient mysterious music flowed in the ears. Almost no loud talking in the classroom. Whispers and bowed figures made it feel more like a cult headquarters than fortune-telling... Blood-drawn magic circles on walls made it even more so.

Pulling back his gaze, Yuu entered one small booth, pulling a chair and sitting.

Soon, rustling from across. A witch deliberately pressing her hat brim entered, sitting behind the crystal ball, speaking in an intentionally low voice:

“Young sir, what do you wish to know?”

Ignoring the long gray braid under the hat, Yuu said without hesitation: “Love fortune.”

Only this concerned him—and he couldn’t control it.

“Love, huh... young people’s troubles.” After sighing, the witch placed hands on the crystal ball, small white hands waving like rubbing a Rasengan, mysteriously muttering.

“Let me think—divination magic... Guri guri, mohu mohu... Ha! Future vision, appear!”

Yuu across held back laughter.

(Is this booth professionally trained? If acting, at least act sincerely...)

Under his hopeless gaze, after a soft chant, the gray-haired witch fell silent briefly.

She pulled hands from the cheap still-transparent crystal ball. Yuu sensed complicated eyes peeking from under the pointed hat, gazing meaningfully at his face.

“What? Bad results?” Yuu didn’t care, asking casually while slightly rolling eyes.

“No—not exactly bad...” The gray-haired girl cleared her throat twice, eyes shifting left-right, struggling to string words. “How to say... Your future’s full of uncertainty. Though thorny, conversely—if thorns are removed, the path smooths?! Yes, exactly!”

“...” Yuu’s mouth opened slightly in surprise, staring at her lifted head speaking convincingly.

When the gray-haired girl cautiously side-glanced him, she seemed shocked and grateful for the reaction. Just as she was about to continue bluffing.

He suddenly smiled, nodding agreement: “True—like the killed will die.”

“Right, right—so I said... wait, that’s nonsense!?”

“Good you know.” Sighing, Yuu stood, placing a five-hundred-yen coin on the table. “Thanks for the answer, Elaina-senpai. I’ll leave a five-star review—see you.”

“What kind of condescending, half-assed attitude is this!” The gray-haired girl puffed cheeks angrily, pulling a toy-like magic wand from her sleeve and pointing at his back. But ultimately giving up on Avada Kedavra, she slammed the wand annoyedly beside the five hundred yen.

“Though against my principles... fine, young man! For this five hundred yen, one final advice!”

Yuu didn’t turn, just slowing as he lifted the curtain to exit.

The gray-haired girl said seriously: “Nothing’s truly absolute. Don’t fear change. Your life is yours alone—not others’.”

Yuu dropped shoulders frustratedly: “Still motivational-quote nonsense.”

She wrinkled her nose: “Just listen! This is advice from the Ashen Witch!”

“Such a plain nickname... Fine, thanks for the advice.”

Yuu waved, opening the curtain, exiting the dark mysterious fortune-telling room.

◆━⊰✧⊱━◆

Back in the festival-enjoying crowd, Yukino quickly wiped cotton candy fibers from her mouth corner, asking worriedly:

“How’d it go? Did she say anything?”

Yuu shook his head, gesturing there was still some at her mouth corner: “Said she went home early—feels like guilty escape... But uncertain—can only ask when she’s back at school. Meanwhile, I’ll have someone watch her.”

“I see...” While speaking, Yukino unconsciously stuck out her tongue, licking her lip corner. Then realizing his gaze somehow fixed on her lips, expression like wanting to taste the cotton candy.

“Ahem.” The cool-aura girl unconsciously turned away. Her fair skin flushed lightly, using remaining cotton candy to block his view. “We can’t get anything from Kasumigaoka-senpai... So next, we ask Yuuki-san, right?”

Yuu averted gaze: “Yeah—after the festival, she should’ve rested enough.”

Sora listened silently beside, fingers clutching her clothes hem. Her petite young face expressionless, but eyes thoughtful—unknown what she pondered.

Then Yuigahama returned with Mama Yuigahama, both carrying fresh crepes.

“Ah—Yuu-kun, welcome back~” Smiling in greeting, she handed him a savory crepe. “Bought one for you too... So, business done?”

“Not clear yet.” Repeating what he told Yukino, Yuu bit the crepe. Hot fragrant texture filled his mouth. “Later we’ll hold a club meeting. Discuss some pretty important things.”

“Pretty important?” Yuigahama tilted head slightly, frowning thoughtfully, quickly relaxing. “Well—probably related to the club building blackout, right?”

What she knew now was only two things—Asuna was Yuu’s online friend, they just fought in the Virtual Research Club; Kasumigaoka-senpai knew Yuuki-san, acted very suspiciously, likely the blackout culprit.

Natural she didn’t think deeper... After all, Mama Yuigahama was here—Yuu was uncomfortable saying too much, and she lacked the silent understanding with Yukino communicable by eye contact alone.

That’s why he planned to reveal everything post-festival, under the club meeting excuse.

Yuu was best at telling truth. He was even used to being frank when problems arose—no matter how bad.

After all, besides truth-telling, he couldn’t do much now.

“Club meeting?” Beside, Mama Yuigahama blinked soft friendly eyes, chewing blueberry crepe unclearly. “Sounds interesting. Can I join?”

“Mom—don’t meddle in youth affairs.” Yuigahama said something hurtful to a middle-aged woman, gazing at Yuu questioningly.

Since she’d likely go home with her mom, she couldn’t lock her mom in a cold hallway during the meeting, right? If possible, better join together.

Yuu hesitated but shook his head at her, apologizing to Mama Yuigahama:

“Sorry—it’s not just our personal matters, but better fewer people know.”

Yuigahama was slightly surprised, quickly recalling something: “Don’t tell me—it’s hugely related to u-us?!”

Her forced word change made Mama Yuigahama narrow eyes slightly, sharp gaze sweeping their somewhat stiff expressions.

But whether she saw nothing or silently kept discoveries, Mama Yuigahama didn’t press—returning a gentle smile, lightly patting Yuu’s full chest muscles.

“No problem. As Yui said, better this middle-aged me not meddle too much in your affairs—easy to disturb.”

“I didn’t mean that...”

Yuigahama muttered softly, secretly gazing at Yuu surprised and confused.

“Sorry—I really didn’t mean you’d disturb at all, and Nao-san doesn’t look middle-aged whatsoever.”

[T/N: In this story, Mama Yuigahama’s name is Yuigahama Nao]

After explaining with a bitter smile, Yuu sincerely complimented: “If your hairstyle were younger, no one would doubt you’re a twenty-five-year-old big sister. I bet everyone we passed thought the same.”

“Oh my—true... I’m always called Yui’s big sister—as a full-time housewife, it’s really troublesome~” Mama Yuigahama beamed flattered, patting Yuu’s broad shoulders twice more, before sighing lightly.

“Fine—flattery ends here.”

Her tone suddenly serious.

She opened her previously smiling eyes, attitude abruptly serious. Yuu’s face reflected in her clear firm eyes—gaze staring as if tangible.

“Relax—I’ll go home to cook. You can play until late night—just remember to notify home.”

“But before that... Yuu-kun, can you guarantee one thing for me?”

-

Title: Their Own Night Party

Unknowingly, the sun had set in the west.

The bright orb slowly sank into the distant dark orange sea. Thin clouds were dyed golden yellow, resembling layers of freshly baked crispy crepes.

At Sobu High, the fires blazing all day didn’t cool or extinguish with the darkening sky.

In the central courtyard, the bonfire gradually ignited, and the opening of the Night Party (Kon-yasai) slowly began.

Class members, reflecting on the day’s experiences, cleaned booths and accumulated trash. Everywhere showed fatigue and satisfaction after fun, with peer cohesion far stronger. Laughter and banter didn’t diminish under the twilight outside the windows.

On a large table made from several classroom desks in the center, high-calorie dishes like pizza and fried chicken were served as Hiratsuka’s reward to her students. Meanwhile, she sat by the window with a plate of food and a bottle of Ichiban Shibori beer, drinking alone like an office worker hitting an izakaya post-work to drown sorrows, successfully creating a vacuum circle around her no student dared approach.

“Hey, you guys joining the dance soon?”

“Of course! Who skips a once-a-year bonfire party?”

“Talking like you can find a dance partner...”

“Try folk dancing—last year some couples held hands that way...”

Many discussed the upcoming Night Party and bonfire dance. Who’d invite whom, who secretly planned confessions, and so on.

Yuu didn’t join, nor planned to stay for dinner. After helping tidy, he prepared to head to the Service Club to meet his sister.

But stepping out the classroom door, he ran into Totsuka, who’d just changed out of his maiden costume after the toilet.

“Yuu, not joining the Night Party?” Totsuka asked curiously, seeing him with his school bag.

“Can’t—my little sister’s waiting.” Yuu shrugged. He wasn’t interested in circling the bonfire or public affection. He planned dinner with his sister and girlfriends at the Service Club, then escorting them home.

“I won’t return to class. If anyone looks for me, cover for me.”

“Sure... but with Yuigahama-san’s personality, she’d probably want to dance the bonfire with you.”

Saying so, Totsuka glanced inside the classroom.

At the back desks and chairs, Yuigahama still chatted with Yumiko and others. Her tidying movements slow, as if no intent to leave with Yuu.

Yuu shrugged: “If she wants, I can always accompany. The Night Party lasts till nine PM—no rush.”

“Well, true.”

Totsuka nodded agreement, waving goodbye to Yuu before turning into the classroom.

Yuu pulled out his phone, messaging Yuigahama he’d head to the club room first. Then he walked alone along the colorful, bustling second-floor corridor toward the Special Building.

The small forest was shrouded in cold night darkness. Only a few streetlights like candle flames lined orderly, drawing a quiet path growing ever silent.

His phone received an OK from Yuigahama. The suddenly lit screen was glaring in the dark.

Though a recognized class couple, at school he actually spent more time with friends. Occasional chats, lunch together, walking home. They didn’t even look like a couple—more like opposite-sex friends with good relations.

Very different from other class couples. Yuigahama was often asked if they were fake-dating, platonic, or if Yuu had gynophobia.

...So no one could imagine her pulling him into stair shadows, passionately kissing for minutes.

Touching his lips, Yuu suddenly recalled Mana Yuigahama.

...No, of course he didn’t mean Mama Yuigahama did something to his lips.

Rather, Mama Yuigahama’s words resurfaced.

“If you truly love her, you can only make her cry at most three times in her life... Otherwise, responsibly leave her—don’t face the future with pity.”

Yuu understood the meaning, feeling her care and love for her daughter. He naturally agreed wholeheartedly then, wanting her secure in entrusting Yuigahama to him.

But walking alone on the quiet cold path, Yuu unconsciously questioned his heart again, pondering why Mama Yuigahama specifically said this.

Did she see something in him, or purely protect her daughter?

Warning, or plea?

“If counting—just for this task, I’ve made Yui cry twice...”

First: confessing in the alley he’d cheat in the future. Second: after asking Yukino to be his girlfriend, Yuigahama went home depressed, crying all day.

Meaning—if Yuu made Yuigahama cry once more, he’d responsibly break up?

“What nonsense...” Yuu shrugged, muttering uncaringly. “Forget from now—I’ve no reason to make her cry anymore... Even if there is, it’s not pity—but because I love her.”

Because of love, he’d hurt.

Pity would distance; responsibility would leave. That’s what he did before... Now different.

He loved Yuigahama; he loved Yukino.

That’s why he dared—though hurting them—to extend such happiness to the future.

If he loved Yukinoshita Haruno, he might confess again, though the task ahead unfinished.

If he loved Yuuki Asuna, he might be moved to uncontrollable tears seeing her pursue.

If he loved Natsukawa Masuzu, he might pity her persistence, protecting the outwardly strong but inwardly weak girl, even through a thousand obstacles.

If... no ifs—this was reality.

At least, facing those two, that’s how it was.

“Because I don’t like, there’s pity and responsibility.”

Standing before the Service Club door, seeing the warm light inside.

Yuu slightly bowed his head. Slowly tying his chaotic thoughts into one thread, tightening, calming.

“Because I like, I must protect well—until the end.”

Giving up was impossible.

He smiled, opening the classroom door, raising a hand to greet his most beloved girlfriends and sister.

“How? Everyone escorted?”

Neatly placing fragrant takeout on the table, Yukino turned, smiling softly at him: “All escorted. Just waiting for you and Yui.”

Yuu closed the door, tilting his head, loosening his tie—like a husband home and immediately disheveled.

Yukino rolled eyes helplessly, then pursed lips smiling small, continuing to set utensils happily.

In Yuu’s old chair, Sora swung small legs, eating Yukino-bought potato chips. Her indifferent gaze glanced outside.

“Outside’s noisy—what’re they celebrating?”

“Bonfire party.”

Sora clearly surprised: “Bonfire party? I saw flames in the central courtyard—thought it was a special ritual sacrificing evil gods, throwing couples into the fire to burn to death.”

Hearing this standard riajuu-hating rhetoric, Yuu couldn’t help laughing, rubbing her small head: “Why—wanna go see? You probably haven’t seen the Night Party and bonfire dance live, right?”

“Very crowded?”

“Yeah, very.”

“Then I won’t.” Sora answered firmly. “Watch in anime—real experience leave to me. I can’t dance anyway.”

“The bonfire party’s point was never dancing... fine, as long as you’re happy.”

Yuu pulled another chair to sit, asking Yukino: “You? Wanna dance?”

Yukino shook head: “I don’t like crowds either. Without you all, I’d have gone home.”

Night Party and cultural festival activities weren’t handled by the same person. As committee chair, she’d perfectly completed duties—no more worries. Free to go home rest or stay.

First-year Cultural Festival, Yukino was first to leave after class tidying.

“Many ways to make memories—not following mainstream, seeking trouble in packed places. Right?”

She showed a refreshing smile—but content surprisingly grim.

“Essentially, folk dancing alone means held by many ill-intentioned guys. Just standing invites unknown or unseen guys to dance. Refuse or not—you’ll be hated by more girls—what’s the point of bonfire parties? I wanted to reject it at meetings—this stupid activity producing massive trash and air pollution for a few’s momentary fun should be removed from Sobu traditions.”

“Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah—I know.” Yuu hurriedly stopped her hateful grumbling. “Conclusion—you really hate bonfire parties?”

Yukino sighed, pursing lips turning away: “Well—could say that.”

“Then what if I invite you to dance?”

Her movements froze; Yukino turned gaze slightly despairingly: “...Idiot—isn’t that an exception?”

True.

With Yuu, no guy disturbances or girl enmities. Yukino could peacefully enjoy dancing flames and festival atmosphere.

Most importantly—every second with her boyfriend was priceless treasure. How could she hate it?

“I thought so too.” Yuu smiled—not really intending to invite her down to dance.

Anyway, their relationship couldn’t be announced. Even hand-holding needed care—let alone dancing.

While waiting for Yuigahama, the three set up the small club night party, casually chatting to pass time.

“By the way, Tenkiji-kun—about Yuuki-san...”

Yukino suddenly mentioned it, gazing complicatedly.

After escorting Mama Yuigahama who left post-question, they toured the festival again. After Yukino and Sora played enough, they sought resting dizzy Asuna.

But at the infirmary, the health teacher said she left without goodbye—only leaving: “I’m better—thanks for everyone’s care. I’ll repay your kindness next Sobu visit,” no LINE notification.

Honestly, Asuna’s actions were somewhat rude. It was a prior promise—she made them come far for her...

But besides Sora, the other three didn’t intend to blame.

Let her go—they’d meet again; for talk, actively message... Compared, what Yuu’d say in the club meeting was more important.

“You’ve probably guessed—but details after dinner. She’s not here—I don’t know how much I can say.” Seeing her not-bright expression, Yuu approached, cupping her soft small face with both palms, gazing seriously and gently.

“It’s all past—don’t overthink.”

“...How not to think.”

“No one else—I promise.”

“Not what I meant... fine.” Slightly closing eyes, Yukino sighed softly, freeing hands from his grasp, gripping firmly in her palms.

Skin warmth flowed like hot springs in both hearts.

“Whatever you say or not—some things won’t change.” She said softly.

Yuu earnestly: “I say because I love you. Such things shouldn’t be hidden from loved ones. Otherwise—if we fight over it someday, won’t you regret not saying earlier?”

“You weren’t this open initially.” Pursing beautiful lips, Yukino freed hands, helpless expression. “Leave to Yuigahama-san to decide. I don’t want to say more. If she’s angry—you’re responsible for calming.”

“Of course—watch me.” Half-speaking, Sora interrupted their too-close distance flatly, jumping to Yuu’s lap, bright eyes staring straight at the black-haired girl ahead.

“Hmph... so lovey-dovey in front of me—you’re really losing manners.”

“Th-that...” Just realizing, Yukino’s face flushed instantly, awkwardly touching long chest hair. “I didn’t mean to ignore Sora-chan—just unintentionally...”

Sora suddenly flatly: “Ah—I feel something poking! Phone?”

Yukino immediately retracted all expressions, gazing at Yuu ice-cold.

Yuu’s face twitched. He quickly set Sora down, standing authoritatively from the chair, trying to prove innocence.

“You think I’m a beast aroused anytime? See—I don’t even have a phone in my pocket!”

Sitting right ahead, Yukino widened eyes staring at his uniform pants several seconds, then turned away red-faced, gritting embarrassed and angry: “I-I saw! I know it’s flat—don’t pose like that before women! Pervert!”

“Where’s the pervert— wasn’t even close...”

Again, half-speaking.

“Yahallo! Sorry for the wait~”

Energetic Yuigahama opened the door entering. She grinned about to greet the three by the long table—but saw her sister sitting innocently aside, while her boyfriend stood before his flushed girlfriend hands on hips, looking like a thug ready to drop pants—brain-blankening scene.

“...”

After stunned seconds, she blinked—confirming no missee, wrong class, or sudden weird world line.

Thus, Yuigahama deep-breathed. Her face smile suddenly brighter, whole body radiating shining gentleness aura.

“Yuu~kun~”

Sensing extraordinary killing aura, Yuu slowly retreated maintaining original pose: “Though this dialogue’s cliché—please hear my explanation.”

“Yuu~kun~”

As if hearing nothing, maintaining cheerful tone. Yuigahama lightly sweetly stepped, swinging heavy school bag into fire wheel, step by step toward Yuu.

“Wait for me~ Why run~”

“Nonsense—who wouldn’t run seeing someone swinging a school bag charging!?”

“Hee~ Yuu-kun’s smart—yes—then stop quick! Pervert! Lecher! Forcer! Teddy dog! Accept punishment!”

“It’s a misunderstanding! I just wanted to prove innocence...”

“Then dare prove to Hiratsuka-sensei too!”

“...Sorry—that’s a bit hard.”

“Then stop quick!”

The Service Club commotion lasted over ten minutes before gradually calming.

Their special Night Party officially began now.

-

Title: Bonfire Dance

Very lively sounds came from outside the window.

There was the characteristic melody of folk dancing, and the cheerful laughter of people. The smell of charcoal from the bonfire seemed carried by the cool night breeze into the Service Club room, warmed by the heater.

The lamp light chased away the chill of the night, and soft classical music flowed from the wireless speaker in the corner wall.

Like a family gathering, the four in the Service Club sat around the long table, eating takeout, chatting about unimportant small things.

In this warm atmosphere, everyone unconsciously relaxed body and mind, naturally smiling at each other, not even noticing the night growing late.

Only after dirty plates and glasses scattered, and the outside window no longer so lively, did they start clearing empty bowls and utensils. All trash bagged and placed outside, tidying the Service Club back to original, spotless.

When work nearly done, they exchanged glances, atmosphere inexplicably silent.

“...Alright, let’s start the club meeting.”

Without much hesitation, Yuu stood, breaking the half-frozen mood. He walked to the whiteboard before his two girlfriends and one sister, turning to face them.

“Two points to discuss today. First: Kasumigaoka-senpai. Second: Yuuki Asuna... Any opinions?”

Though his writing posture upright, the whiteboard marker’s sound still grating, making one frown.

Yuu quickly wrote the two names on the board, ensuring both girls dropped smiles, frowned, looking serious.

Of course no opinions.

After all, the so-called club meeting was actually Yuu’s confession time. The only one with opinions would be himself.

Though very unwilling to hear, as long as related to him and allowing better understanding, the two seated girls were willing to listen carefully.

Sora playing phone in the corner had no intent to interrupt. Eyes on screen, but ears missing no word from there.

“First—Kasumigaoka-senpai...”

Tracked by him at the station in July, disappeared after avoiding, carefully evaded on stairs, found third-year booth pamphlet in small forest, suddenly appeared in virtual research club, acting strange...

No worry of others hearing—this time Yuu explained in great detail, detailing every discovery, feelings then—all laid out to them.

Even Yukino, knowing ninety percent, listened attentively, occasionally showing unbelievable surprise—though far calmer than Yuigahama, prone to overreact and exclaim randomly.

“Didn’t expect involvement with Kasumigaoka-senpai...”

After finishing one part, Yuigahama said with some emotion.

“Yeah—don’t know why either. I haven’t even spoken a word to her.” Yuu spread hands innocently, immediately declaring innocence. “Now or before—never even seen her directly. Basically a stranger... No idea her motive.”

Yukino’s lie detector nodded responsibly, showing Yuu not lying.

“Well—then when Senpai returns to school, let’s ask together.”

Yuigahama quickly relieved, no longer dwelling, even expanding thoughts: “Think positive—maybe Senpai’s a future time traveler, deliberately blacking out the club building to save you from coming danger! Reason for leaving without word maybe like Yuu-kun—silenced by mysterious entity?”

Yukino held forehead, unable to resist sarcasm: “Yui—that’s not thinking positive? Clearly guessing most unlikely... In reality—how could such absurdity happen...”

She seemed to recall something. The more she spoke, less confident. Unconsciously bit lip, directing pleading gaze to Yuu.

“...Though can’t guarantee—think it won’t be that serious. For now—consider her a perverted stalker.”

As one directly experiencing supernatural, Yuu cleared throat twice awkwardly, then sincerely promised: “Anyway—my attitude to Senpai won’t change. If no more to know—naturally won’t approach again.”

Facing his pure sincerity, Yuigahama surprised momentarily, then suddenly pretended fear, pulling shoulders, hugging Yukino’s arm tightly.

“Discarded after value squeezed dry?! Yuu-kun’s cruel...”

“Yeah, yeah—I’m cruel. Only passionate to you two—okay.” Yuu answered annoyed, but Yuigahama seemed more scared, hiding whole head in Yukino’s chest.

“Yukino—see—he’s not just cruel—but teasing me!”

Gently patting her head, Yukino asked confused: “Teasing? Didn’t hear?”

“Means passionate only to us! Men’s passion—refers to that...”

Yuigahama lifted head, whispering softly in Yukino’s pink ear, rubbing cheek, honestly conveying feelings:

“Looks flat—but actually very soft—and fragrant.”

“...Thanks for the compliment.”

Yukino’s mouth corner twitched slightly. She looked down glaring at Yuigahama leaning on her chest. Face flushed—angry or embarrassed. Quickly back to flat expression, pushing her aside disgustedly.

“Tenkiji-kun—ignore her—continue.”

As if too lazy for Yuigahama, Yukino averted gaze to him.

Yuu nodded: “Kasumigaoka-senpai issue roughly that. Next—Yuuki-san.”

Or—this is what he should say.

“Didn’t I say before—Haruno first, Masuzu third, Yukino fourth?”

“Who second—I think no need to specify.”

Yukino & Yui: “😐”

Both silently stared. Eyes complicated—no more room for joking.

Yuu tested system forbidden limits, finally composing words, slowly explaining: “Maybe from school start to autumn exhibition. Less than a month—mostly met in game... On Kyoto return trip—didn’t she voluntarily find me saying strange things? Should be influenced by lost past memories. Today’s Sobu visit maybe also to find me—proof when we fought in arena...”

He spoke not too fast—but organized, concise, calm attitude like narrating others’ affairs. In minutes—all disclosable info done—leaving two faces yet to recover from shock.

Sighing softly, Yuu lifted eyes, carefully observing both reactions.

“That’s all—no one else. No need worry sudden ex-girlfriend memory recovery seeking me—besides Yukino—only dated three—and you know who. That simple.”

Saying this—he raised both hands—ready for punishment pose: “Though uncontrollable circumstances—overall my caused problem—willing accept punishment from girlfriends.”

Both girlfriends exchanged glances—as if unsure what to say.

Yuu understood inwardly—most women would feel very uncomfortable hearing boyfriend discuss exes. Overly caring ones easily sad—start suspecting if he wants to rekindle old flames.

Though reason clear—no comparing or regret—never underestimate girl’s mind sensitivity.

So—admit fault early to silence—let slowly subside from speechlessness—good for both sides.

“...Though mentally prepared—but actually hearing Yuu-kun dated Yuuki-san—still a bit shocked.”

Soon—Yuigahama suddenly bitter laughed. Fingers gently twisting two dango on head—voice softer at night.

“Though she remembers nothing—but since Kyoto—Yuuki-san realized something wrong—tried hard to ‘find you again’? ...Seems—your relationship then really good.”

“...That’s also past.” Slowly lowering hands—Yuu said flatly.

Seeing him thus—Yukino suddenly said: “Though past—though all happened erased from this world... to you with memories—that’s everything truly existed—right? Not ignorable important experience with casual words—right?”

“Ah? That...” Yuu surprised. Thought Yukino would ask why so popular—immediately about to explain.

But in her blue-green eyes—sparkling serious gaze silenced him.

“Even now—even me—will you also just say ‘just past’ in future?”

“...”

Of course not.

But if Yuu answered so—would contradict his earlier indifference.

Because Yukino not special. Before her—three girls did similar—and loved by him almost same way.

Honestly saying what he’d do in past—he’d do now—too hurtful. But lying—Yukino would know immediately.

Service Club shrouded in silence again.

No one spoke—just silently staring—trying convey hearts from eyes to depths.

Unknown how long passed—this time Yuigahama broke silence.

With usual cheerful tone—she directly interrupted the two wordlessly staring.

“Fine—fine. Anyway Yuuki-san not here—issue ends here! Better think what we can do now~”

“What can do now?” Slowly retracting gaze—Yukino rubbed stinging eyes from glaring—asking confused at Yuigahama seemingly truly uncaring about his and Asuna’s past.

“Now—we can only throw trash—then go home safely. Where else you wanna go?”

“Tch—Tch—Tch!” Yuigahama half-closed eyes—wagging finger with ‘I’m world’s greatest’ expression—saying dramatically: “Yukino—you still don’t get. Isn’t outside bonfire already out?”

“Indeed out...” No hope for what she’d say—Yukino narrowed eyes despairingly.

As expected—Yuigahama suddenly clenched fist—exclaiming enthusiastically: “But fire in our hearts not out! We can bonfire dance anytime—and cuddle with Yuu-kun anytime. That’s a girl in love. Right—Yuu-kun?”

“Of course!” Receiving redirected gaze—Yuu immediately supported: “Then—let’s dance here to satisfaction before going home. Music on phone—and bonfire simulate with video or GIF.”

“...”

Yukino looked back and forth several times—finally dropping head surrendering—scratching wrinkled forehead—sighing softly.

“Up to you.”

Thus—both quickly prepared small bonfire party needs.

First—most important bonfire—handled by Yuu’s phone as main site. Even activated airplane mode—preventing bonfire extinguishing or external interference.

Next—music—handled by Yuigahama’s phone. Source from YouTube—set to loop repeatedly.

As for stage to place bonfire—Yuu pulled table from back storage. Initially wanted more for luxury—but coldly glared by Yukino—warning not to trouble the one cleaning after.

Thus—one classroom table placed in Service Club center. On it—one phone—with bright burning bonfire image inside. Faintly still heard outside bustle.

Whatever. Though simple—at least some atmosphere—and dancing around it good enough.

Thus—all ready under Sora’s strange gaze.

“Such a fuss...” She pursed lips—looking down continuing phone.

For some reason—Sora not rushing home to rest. Rather found it interesting to stay observing their interactions.

Far better than cold empty home without trace human warmth when brother absent.

Though used to it—she’d never like that feeling.

“Hmm... Originally planned partner-swapping folk dance—but with just three—seems quick boring if keep swapping.”

Yuigahama pondered seconds—suddenly clapping—proposing: “Decided—temporary plan change!”

“Yukino dance with me first. After we finish—Yuu-kun dance with both of us at once. That way—everyone enjoys!”

Saying this—she showed bright smile like ‘how—I’m smart right’.

Yuu hadn’t thought hard—reflexively asked: “You two dance first? Then during that time—what do I do?”

“Dance with air.” Yuigahama said naturally.

Yuu: “...”