Yuu 531-535 (Patreon)

Title: Forward, Yukino

The space in the center of the club room was cleared, and the four stood in two teams beside the “bonfire.”

Sora initially only intended to play on her phone and watch, but was forced by Yuu to be his dance partner—he didn’t want to see his two girlfriends dancing intimately while he just spun around with the air beside them.

That would be too pathetic, and not something a life winner like him should do.

“Clearly, though I’m pretty good at Ring Fit or can dance a bit of SOS-dan or Gokuraku Jodo...” Frowning, she let Yuu take her hand. Sora awkwardly pursed her lips, saying reluctantly, “But I’ve never done bonfire dancing—don’t expect good coordination...”

“No problem—do you need to think about that when dancing with Onii-chan?” Yuu smiled, bowing to rub Sora’s bangs affectionately with his forehead. “Just move your body to the music—leave the rest to me.”

“...Fine—then I leave it to you.” Sora blinked, a small relieving smile etching her face. Her palm held by Yuu felt softer and warmer.

“Then—I’ll start the music~” Yuigahama announced loudly, touching her phone screen. Strong rhythm sounded from the phone.

Same as the dance music heard from the window earlier—apparently an arrangement of ethnic music, like simple beats struck by desert travelers, or ancient melodies played by tribes with flutes.

The virtual bonfire blazed, occasionally crackling with sparks.

“One, two, three... two, two, three...”

“Yuigahama-san—you stepped wrong. For women’s steps—like this...”

“Ah—so that’s it... Thanks, Yukinon! But you’re clearly doing men’s steps—why do you seem so skilled?”

“Didn’t we all learn folk dancing in first-year PE? To avoid holding guys’ hands—I voluntarily joined the men’s line then. Our class had more girls than boys anyway... So though I can do women’s steps—men’s far more proficient.”

“As expected of Yukinon—worthy of Ice Queen...”

The two girls danced ancient footwork, casually chatting. They slowly circled the phone bonfire as center.

Honestly—no lively bonfire dance atmosphere at all—let alone enjoying... At best—slightly distracting—not dwelling on prior conversation.

But perhaps first experience—the sibling pair seemed having more fun. Several times nearly crashing the central bonfire table—showing intense focused moves.

Perhaps saying that was too cautious.

Unknowingly—Yukino and Yuigahama stopped chatting—staring stunned at the sibling pair’s weird poses. Small mouths agape in shock—forgetting to close.

“Sora—coming—Air Spin connect Top Spin!”

Yuu carefully led Sora’s moves. He tossed the silver-haired small girl up. Her skirt fluttered—white panties clearly visible. After flipping—she landed lightly like black butterfly wings—then spun magically—graceful agile like a top.

Accompanied by the girl’s scream—excitement or pain.

“What high school does bonfire dance like this aahhhhh—Ugh—head spinning—gonna puke... But fun! Again!”

“Hahahahaha—this time change—High Difficulty Couple Dance—Swallow in the Palm!”

Yuu laughed heartily. He grabbed his sister’s slim waist—tossing up—letting her soles land on his palms—steadily supporting her forty-kilo body.

This time Sora ignored dancing—hurriedly holding head screaming: “Waaah—gonna crash! Wait—really gonna hit ceiling!”

Looking up her skirt—Yuu kindly reminded: “Relax—you’re not that high.”

“...”

Vibrations stopped instantly. Overhead light seemingly covered by thick black aura spreading—not her tightly covered panties.

Sora suddenly said coldly:

“Yuu—ever heard of sky-falling kick technique?”

“What?”

“—Deadly Scissors Kick! Die! Divine punishment for doubting your sister’s size!”

“Uwa—wait! Dangerous!”

Seeing them intimately playfully naturally bickering—the two traditional bonfire dancing girls couldn’t hold envy. Their moves grew non-standard—more relaxed.

Of course—sibling acrobatics aside. Whether they could or not—wearing no safety shorts under skirts was obstacle.

Even Yukino in thick stockings had no shame spinning mid-air before acquaintances.

If only with her boyfriend—maybe forcible...

“Yukinon.” Her best friend’s whisper pulled her thoughts.

Now—Yukino increasingly controlled facial blood flow.

Though strange thought just emerged—she could still ask Yuigahama expressionlessly: “What?”

“Are you really ready to part with Yuu-kun?”

“Eh?”

Unexpected serious question stunned Yukino unconsciously.

Then—she unconsciously averted gaze—seeing her hesitant moving shadow at feet.

“...Don’t know. But since knowing truth—I’ve prepared.”

“Just—not fully ready—right?”

Yuigahama confirmed her expression. Gaze gradually softened—bitter smile.

“Honestly—though unsure if I’ll remember this thought after... but—I’ve thought it.”

She spoke clearly—as if embedding words in Yukino’s heart.

“Thought—after Yukinon and others lose memories—I could monopolize Yuu-kun to end—thought more than once—felt grateful proud—like a winner.”

“...”

Her moves unconsciously stopped. After stunned seconds—Yukino hurriedly aligned hands feet to music—but moves slightly chaotic.

Then slightly widened eyes—staring best friend ahead confused betrayed. Soft voice like sigh.

“Yuigahama-san—why—”

“Why such thought—or why say it?”

Unknowingly—Yuigahama started leading dance steps.

She pulled best friend’s snow-white arm—letting her spin once—then heard faint answer behind beautiful silk-like black hair.

“...Both.”

Yuigahama chuckled softly.

“Because I’m different from you all. The figure I chased so long—you hugged his arm in weeks—even days.”

As if anticipated—answer quick natural.

“So—past me must’ve been very unwilling—right? No—even now very unwilling.”

“Though I came before Yukinon—though liked him long—why share Yuu-kun—the stronger that feeling—the stronger now gloating thought.”

“...”

Seeing her frank expression—Yukino slowly bowed head. Bit lip—speechless.

Like indescribable pain stuck in throat—breathing difficult.

Guilty? Wronged? Blame Yuigahama?

That day before Yuigahama house—didn’t she feel same?

...No—different now.

“Sorry.”

Bonfire crackles suddenly clear in ears.

Yukino slowly lifted head—seriously calmly staring Yuigahama’s gentle bright eyes—as if reflecting swaying firelight.

“I love Tenkuji-kun—and don’t want to part because anyone... won’t give up loving him for any reason.”

Though a friend—though understanding her feelings.

But Yukino never regretted loving him.

Love is war—love selfish game.

Cunning or late—if can’t overcome—what qualification to be his reliance?

As if speaking to herself seconds ago—Yukino said softly firmly:

“I’m his girlfriend. Anytime—always.”

Suddenly lifting arm—Yukino forced Yuigahama spin once. Then caught her falling back—bowing head.

Their breaths touched. Staring very close—no one averting first.

“Here—you stepped wrong.”

She suddenly laughed—lip corners rising competitively—showing light relaxed mischievous smile.

Yuigahama stunned wide-eyed—as if fooled by rare expression. Eyes filled with Yukino’s smile.

Then unconsciously muttered: “So cool... Still time if I become two-timer now...”

“What?”

“N-n-nothing! Just joking!”

Shocked awake—Yuigahama hurriedly suppressed strange heartbeat. Freed Yukino’s embrace—standing straight—pretending calm: “Though knew Yukinon would say this—such aggressive attitude bit unexpected...”

“Knew I’d say this?” Yukino slightly tilted head.

Dance music entering final stage. She regained control—leading less skilled best friend’s steps.

Yuigahama laughed awkwardly: “Yeah—just saw you hadn’t decided—so thought push you—said these... Shouldn’t backfire—right?”

“If making me uncomfortable is backfire—then yes.” Sighing helplessly—Yukino said: “Though joking—those words too...”

“Not joking. All my true feelings.”

Yuigahama stared her eyes. Lip corners slightly curved—voice very soft: “...But even so—I want you both happy.”

She suddenly leaned forward—close to Yukino’s ear. Warm breath brushing temple hair.

“If you stagnate like this—you’ll see nothing—get nothing. Must change.”

“Though very unwilling—but I don’t even have right to be coward... So Yukinon—only you can.”

“You must be Yuu-kun’s hero. Accompany to end—until both happy.”

Yuigahama stepped back—smiling calmly: “Said those on purpose—for your courage.”

Yukino bit lip—staring fixedly: “Want to urge me choose—and voluntarily part—right?”

“Not wrong thinking so—but phrasing annoying.”

Yuigahama couldn’t hold bitter laugh. Music finally ended. Both stopped steps—hands naturally separating dangling—eyes staring.

Yuigahama said: “Yukinov—quick finish this task. We must make Yuu-kun advance.”

Yukino said: “You really want me lose memory?”

“Yes.”

Yuigahama laughed cheerfully.

“Quick lose memory—forget ever dating Yuu-kun... then—again together without parting!”

As if disbelieving—Yukino shook head sighing: “Better for you if I forget—but you seek trouble... Really don’t understand your thinking.”

Yuigahama patted chest—reasonably: “Because you both very important—I don’t want give up anyone!”

“...” Yukino stunned—then laughed heartily: “Well—same on that.”

She deep-breathed. No more doubt fear in eyes. Smiled gallantly.

“Please give little more time—so you don’t steal start—I’ll rediscover all memories with you faster than Nee-san.”

Yuigahama extended hand: “Promise?”

Yukino extended hand: “Yes—promise.”

The separated two—hooked pinkies again.

Carrying exhausted Sora from various dance poses—Yuu approached greeting: “Switch partners?”

“Yes yes! I first with Yuu-kun!” Yuigahama immediately freed pinky—running joyfully to Yuu.

Yukino reacted very fast. Pulled her collar—running two three steps ahead Yuu—coughing twice flushed.

“Sorry—let me first... Yui—you misstepped several times earlier. I’ll dance one round for you—remember well.”

“???” Yuigahama stared unbelievingly at blocking her—like Erina witnessing Dio kiss Jojo firsthand.

“But Yuu-kun not intending traditional bonfire dance! Any dance fine—why learn from Yukinon?!”

“Who said he not intending?” Yukino tilted head confusedly to Yuu. Blue-green eyes blinking innocently: “Tenkiji-kun—what do you think?”

“Me? I think...”

Yuigahama no intent letting him speak.

“First come first served! Yukinon should wait aside!”

She directly bypassed Yukino’s defense—running to Yuu’s side hugging arm—posing happily claiming ownership.

Intentionally or not—let Yuu’s arm sink between two soft marshmallows. Seeing—Yukino frowned tensely. Face smile slowly becoming spasm-like.

“Direct action not cheating—Yuigahama-san?”

“Where cheating for girlfriend doing this?” Saying naturally—Yuigahama pulled back to table—about to press music replay.

But arm gripped tightly by Yukino—unable move.

“Coincidentally—I’m his girlfriend too.”

With light melodious voice—Yukino pushed Yuigahama’s body—and one hand pulled Yuu’s collar—pecking lips—like dragonfly touching water.

“...I paid entry fee first. First come first served—you wait aside.”

“Wh-what?! Yukinon—you really... Don’t remember teaching you this!”

Like seeing kitten evolve to seductive catgirl—Yuigahama shocked petrified—then accused sad angry face.

Meanwhile—Yukino lifted head—casually staring ceiling—face increasingly red. Also hugging Yuu’s arm tightly.

Though not deep—very soft.

“Don’t remember you teaching anything... Maybe woman’s instinct? Like your unwillingness.”

“Guuuh...” Low growl like puppy—Yuigahama puffed cheeks high. Suddenly stared teary-eyed at Yuu.

“Yuu-kun—clearly I said first earlier—right!”

Yuu blinked innocently.

Yukino also looked up at him. Usual cold calm gone—only slightly anxious gentle gaze enveloping face.

“I’ve gone this far—you won’t leave me—right?”

Before Yuu answered—Yuigahama stuck again: “Just kiss I can too! Yuu-kun—open mouth!”

Yukino widened eyes—hurriedly raised hand blocking attack: “Too late—don’t approach.”

“I will approach!” Amid tussle—Yuigahama not forgetting complain: “Yuu-kun—Yukinon trying divide us!”

Yukino swept lightning gaze: “Tenkiji-kun—you know who to side!”

“Of course this one!”

“No—this one.”

Pulling each other’s cheeks—both suddenly turned together. Eyes smiling—but as if not letting escape—questioning:

“Tenkiji-kun/Yuu-kun—quick say—who you choose!”

“Ah? This...”

Enjoying both softness—though pulled around—Yuu felt very happy—indescribable. Gaze moved awkwardly.

Yukino and Yui unconsciously exchanged glances—then narrowed eyes simultaneously—radiating dangerous aura ready punish scumbag.

But before acting—someone suddenly patted shoulders from behind.

Turning—cute silver-haired small girl stared gloomily. Bright eyes dark emotionless—mouth corners curved stiff cynical smile-like.

“No need ask—of course choose my side.”

With cynical laugh—voice ice-cold: “Told you two... daring do this to Yuu before me. Plan never step foot in my house your lives?”

Both cold sweat—stammering together: “N-n-no—not like that... hear explanation first...”

“No explanation! Quick—now—immediately—get off Yuu—!”

In the silent Special Building like another world—suddenly loud shout as if waking entire night.

Then—commotion like chickens chased by dog.

In conclusion—the Service Club’s inaugural bonfire party...

Could be said quite lively.

-

Title: Then I’ll Go?

Does a family name containing the character for Summer (Natsu) mean one is incompatible with winter?

For some reason, Natsukawa Masuzu suddenly pondered this question.

“I’m a vibrant Summer Girl—naturally I don’t suit the entire winter~”

Though mocking herself like that, her heart felt no lighter. On the contrary, it grew emptier and lonelier, like vines that had lost their support, scattered messily on the ground.

Not wanting to meet people who knew her, after the opening ceremony, Masuzu left Class J early claiming illness, wandering like a delinquent child.

She considered going straight home, but after approaching the school gate several times, she ended up like a pitiful wandering ghost, roaming the campus while avoiding everyone’s gaze, praying someone would come looking for her.

Though, that was essentially impossible.

“How stupid...”

She didn’t know how many times she’d scolded herself like that.

From morning to night, from the school building to the small forest, she finally curled up in a hidden gazebo, watching the gradually dimming sky.

It wasn’t that she disliked solitude, but when thinking of others, solitude like this turned into loneliness.

That loneliness was like oxygen-deprived air, suffocating unbearably, even soft breathing painful.

“...Someone like me shouldn’t hope too much.”

A surrendering sigh fell softly, carried by the cold wind.

Masuzu buried her face in her knees, slowly tightening her arms. Her slender shoulders trembled slightly, for a very long time.

Suddenly, as if deciding, she wiped her eyes and stood, walking out of the gazebo.

Since she was hated, and she wouldn’t forget what Yuu said just because the world had changed, and there were so many girls who could give him happiness. Her existence wasn’t even worth the bonito flakes on takoyaki.

Better to be decisive—for a while, not see him, think of him, miss him, or care. Wait a few days, see if he cared about her.

If Yuu didn’t care, then Masuzu would fulfill his wish and immediately distance herself.

Transfer schools, or return to Norway...

As long as she was gone, as long as she truly said goodbye to the past, and truly became free...

Yuu would be happy, right?

“This is the development Yuu hopes for in his heart... I know that.”

Besides, Masuzu would only keep bringing trouble and dislike to him.

Clenching her cheek muscles, Masuzu smiled relievedly. She chuckled softly at the dark night sky, where raindrops fell on the grass though it wasn’t raining.

She left the complicated forest path, unconsciously redirecting her steps toward the Service Club on the second floor where the light was on.

Since when, her body had become far stronger than before. Though shivering outside all day, she felt no discomfort at all. Though surroundings pitch black without streetlights, she could still see the stone path underfoot, and wouldn’t fall into bushes.

She wasn’t good at sports, even considered a frail girl due to illness. But lately in PE, she felt much easier than usual, and if serious, could easily break previous records. The difference was clear.

Since this change was so unreasonable, Masuzu didn’t think much, automatically linking the reason to Yuu—maybe during their dating period, he did something to her, improving her fitness?

As for the specific method, Masuzu didn’t care.

She’d confirmed her virginity proof was still there. It wasn’t a setting where they grew stronger together through intimate communication—so no issue.

...If it was, she’d make him take responsibility no matter what.

“Otherwise, I actually have no capital to keep bothering him.”

Standing under the Special Building, Masuzu stopped, looking up at the warm light only on the second floor, unable to hold back a smile.

“Right now, he must be having fun with his two girlfriends and sister, right?”

“Maybe eating dinner in the club room, or playing console games brought by his sister...”

“The Service Club is also their sanctuary, like the warm Tenkuji family home I once visited. As long as I’m there, I won’t feel lonely alone anymore.”

“So, I shouldn’t step foot there either.”

“Have fun, everyone.”

Masuzu said softly. She exhaled slightly trembling white breath, and slowly turned.

...After this full day Cultural Festival, they must have created many beautiful memories.

So, same as always. Only she had nothing.

Masuzu left the Special Building. In her heart, she still had one last hope—that Yuu upstairs would see her sadly departing back, then invite her up to warm together.

That way, maybe she could immediately discard all day’s anxiety and despair, and continue shamelessly by his side.

...Unfortunately, hopes never become reality.

Just like she thought she could hold the final circle, but because she couldn’t hold back saying those words today, she started retreating herself.

The quiet empty air accompanied her to the central courtyard.

There were people cleaning bonfire remnants, and many couples flirting in various corners, spreading hormones as if school was a night garden.

Masuzu sighed deeply. She raised her not-very-energetic palm, rubbing her cheeks hard twice.

After cold muscles rubbed red, she walked with an expression like nothing happened. Found empty stone steps and sat, propping cheek daydreaming at the night sky.

Maybe someone would ask—

After repeated disappointments, why still linger at school, not leave immediately?

Good question.

Masuzu suddenly bowed head, staring coldly disgustedly at a passing couple until they fled embarrassed back to the school building, then her expression slightly eased. She snorted softly, then switched to the next target couple, continuing to glare.

(Heh heh heh~ To vent heart’s grudge and depression, must rely on this couple-hunting activity...)

“Oh, Natsukawa-san? Didn’t you go home early?”

Hearing someone greet, Masuzu discarded her low cold smile, turning head indifferently.

It was a classmate.

“Yeah, but I came back after feeling better. Shame I missed the Cultural Festival, couldn’t help you all—sorry.”

“Don’t worry, health more important.” This enthusiastic classmate hesitated, pointing to the school building, suggesting, “Maybe still some fried chicken left in class—wanna eat?”

“No, I don’t like that food.” Masuzu averted gaze. Her expressionless profile radiated cold don’t mind me attitude.

“...Alright, then take care.”

The enthusiastic classmate wisely turned to leave, but seeing her keep looking back worriedly, maybe she’d find the teacher in class to worry about her.

So troublesome.

Sighing soundlessly, Masuzu slightly turned, answering as politely as possible: “I know. My driver’s waiting outside. Thanks for concern, Nogizaka-san.”

“Eh?” After surprise, this Nogizaka-san smiled relieved. She held chest saying, “Oh, good!”

“Then—see you tomorrow, Natsukawa-san!”

She bowed politely, then ran off with very graceful steps, no longer frequently looking back worriedly.

For some reason, she looked quite happy?

“How ridiculous...”

Cheek on palm, Masuzu looked back at the central courtyard ahead, muttering half-lidded.

Just greeted by a usually non-interacting classmate—need to be that happy?

She wasn’t talking to someone she one-sidedly liked...

Though embarrassing, Masuzu thought—if one day Yuu voluntarily worried about her, she might also be happy like a dog petted and fed by its master.

Thinking about it, seemed no reason to blame that person earlier.

With heart somehow brighter, Masuzu no longer death-glared couples. She blankly stared at the clear yet deep night sky, letting herself fully surrounded by this quiet darkness.

No more overthinking, no more considering. She just leaned on the cold hard stone steps beside, as if wanting to melt into ink-like color, truly forgetting time’s passage.

Unfortunately, such solitude didn’t last long.

Seemed school dismissal time. Many started pouring out the school building with backpacks, and on way to gate, saw her sitting alone at central courtyard edge.

Some ignored, some walked away curiously, and some male students hesitated, then bravely approached to greet.

“Natsukawa-san...”

“Sorry, I want to be alone.”

Drove one away—another came.

“Any problems? I can be your trash can...”

“My problem is too many trash cans in Japan—I don’t know how to sort.”

“Natsukawa-san, today’s Cultural Festival...”

“I went home early today—not interested.”

“Hey, woman...”

“Hey, male creature—know what this is? High-level anti-harassment alarm that sends emergency signal directly to nearest police. Meaning—if you dare one more step—I’ll press. Go—understand?”

“...”

In short ten minutes, Masuzu didn’t know how many young wolves wanting to approach the despairing girl in festival remnants she’d driven off.

If not truly unwilling to yield to greeters, Masuzu would’ve long changed spots to daydream. Why stay here inviting flies and mosquitoes?

“Haaah... fine—go home.”

But interest sufficiently eroded. Seeing school building lights extinguishing one by one, fewer students exiting gate, Masuzu stood boredly, patting dust off her butt.

What to do after home?

...First—remove all wall photos.

If she could forget Yuu, then life ahead spacious—no need worry anyone, no need care lost memories. If couldn’t forget—she could give herself reason to stay by his side, though he’d hate her more.

“But in the end, even if I held back then—I’d surely say it again facing the same in future...”

Masuzu shook head. Lip corners curved mockingly—but slightly bitter.

Didn’t know how many times regretted impulsive morning words, how many times dissatisfied with herself like that. Increasingly felt deserved Yuu and his sister’s hate. And feelings gradually heavier—unable escape self-hate vortex.

She understood—time to choose.

“Sorry, excuse me...”

Just as pondering most important—someone suddenly spoke behind, cutting her thoughts.

Again! Someone! Greeting! Bastard!

“Tch!”

Masuzu couldn’t hold impatience. Clicking loudly—she death-glared coldly.

“So annoying! Please go home—pee—mirror—then come greet me—okay? Don’t think la—”

Before finishing—she slowly opened mouth—freezing like stone statue.

Like a chicken with choked neck—mouth open but no sound.

Before her—the familiar handsome youth also slightly stunned blinking. After confirming the one she scolded was none other than him—he slowly raised index finger—politely awkwardly pointing to school gate.

“Uh—then I’ll go?”

◆━⊰✧⊱━◆

After the Service Club bonfire party ended.

Since Special Building trash bags already taken—they had to carry all trash when leaving—to sort at home later.

“Nothing left inside—right?”

After turning off lights and all electronics—and asking everyone—Yukino finally exited the pitch-black Service Club—locking the door.

The corridor quiet dimly lit—only a few pale white lights illuminating the path ahead.

Descending stairs—Yuu walked front. Darkness-fearing Sora tightly held his hand. His two girlfriends naturally could only walk behind.

This suited Yuigahama’s wish.

She secretly approached—whispering to best friend’s ear: “Yukinon—about what we discussed...”

“Wait!” Yukino hurriedly covered her mouth—then pulled out phone—quickly sending message.

「Too quiet here—our secret talk will definitely be heard. Let’s communicate by phone only.」

Electronic screen light reflected her white cheeks pink—and serious gaze implying shame.

Nodding strongly silently—Yuigahama also pulled phone—replying faster than her.

「I feel Yukinon more aggressive than this morning~ So—thought of what gift for Yuu-kun?」

「Not yet—but I think not just gift—but also some punishment... In virtual research club earlier—he basically forgot we were waiting outside—to play games with Yuuki-san.」

「WHAT??? Too much!! No wonder you came out so late. Thought you wanted more alone time with Yuu-kun... Turns out this! (／‵Д′)／~ ╧╧」

「...Is that my image in your eyes, Yui.」

「Ahem, Yukinon—hear my explanation... Anyway—let’s discuss when—and what punishment and gift for Yuu-kun! We’re leaving school soon!」

「You have no intent to explain at all...」

Though hearing slightly strange sounds behind—but turning and seeing just girls chatting by phone—Yuu didn’t care much. He continued front holding sister’s hand.

Leaving Special Building—exiting dark quiet small forest—they walked through central courtyard with many students leaving school building. They’d gather at school gate—then disperse to various roads or waiting cars.

But before that—Yuu noticed the slim figure with waist-long silver hair.

She sat alone on stone steps in central courtyard corner. Her whole self like a soaked small Persian cat—radiating vulnerable gloomy gray aura—but proudly untouchable.

At least while walking behind her—Yuu saw her mercilessly reject two approaching male students—then continue blankly staring at night sky.

“What’s that girl doing there...”

Yuu hesitated momentarily. He turned seeing his two girlfriends still staring at phones heads together. He suddenly handed his trash-filled plastic bag to Sora.

“I see someone I know. Hold this a bit. I’ll greet.”

Night already late—and Masuzu a beautiful girl alone outside—no friend to go home with—emotionally and logistically impossible to ignore. He at least had to approach and ask how she was.

So—without much thought—Yuu walked toward distant Masuzu—though Sora stared confusedly.

Night enveloped her slim body. Only insignificant overhead light illuminated her smooth beautiful long straight silver hair—yet still beautiful like spilled starry river to earth—gently fluttering behind in night breeze.

He thought a moment—to avoid unnecessary misunderstanding—decided greet more politely:

“Sorry, excuse me...”

Before finishing—Masuzu suddenly turned—immediately scolding:

“So annoying! Please go home—pee—mirror—then come greet me—okay? Don’t think la—”

Yuu: “...”

Winter cold wind blew dust and leaves between them—but couldn’t dispel the suddenly descending awkward silence.

-

Title: She Shines in the Moonlit Night

The awkwardness lasted several seconds, ending when Masuzu took a deep breath to calm her emotions and forced a calm smile with effort.

She gently twisted a strand of silver hair on her chest. Her eyes looked nowhere in particular, and she said softly: “Yo, what a rare guest~ Why didn’t you go home with your group of friends and instead come looking for me?”

The moment those words left her mouth, Masuzu regretted them so much she wanted to scream while clutching her head, stomping her feet madly inside, desperate to crush the her from three seconds ago.

(Am I an idiot?! Why can’t this mouth speak nicely and keep being sarcastic to him!)

Luckily no one knew what was in front of her; otherwise, she might have headbutted herself to death right there.

The chance for reconciliation was right before her eyes. Not having the courage to seek him first was bad enough—now her tone was so piercing—was she planning to truly give up on Yuu?

No! Don’t do this!

Even tearing down his photos at home was just a thought. Her current self, filled with thoughts of him—how could she possibly do such a self-harming act!

(Now I can only pray lightning strikes me back to the past...!)

Masuzu looked hopefully at the sky, but found the thin clouds had vanished, and bright silver light spilled onto the ground. The gentle, calm full moon seemed to brighten the entire night a little.

Yet her heart was filled with frozen sorrow. Her eyes gradually dimmed. She pulled the corners of her lips, chuckling desperately.

“I just wanted to ask what you’re doing here.” Yuu watched her rapidly changing face but didn’t care much. He asked naturally, “It’s this late—aren’t you planning to go home?”

“O-of course, I’m going home...”

Yuu pointed behind: “Walk together?”

“Eh?” Masuzu suddenly widened her eyes, staring at him in disbelief.

This was the first time she’d looked at him directly since earlier.

Yuu could see her sapphire-like blue eyes tinted with crystal sparkle by the moonlight. Mixed inside were surprise and unease, like a little girl whose entire box of matches was suddenly bought.

“Why... I thought you already hated me...”

Yuu asked back confusedly: “Hate? Where did you get that conclusion?”

“B-because, I said those things!”

Rarely did Masuzu look panicked. Her gaze trembled violently, like a child hurriedly explaining, stammering for reasons.

“Look, first I mocked you without regard for place, then left right after speaking... Even your sister clearly hates me—let alone you who didn’t want to see me...”

“Calm down first. Your speech is already illogical.” Yuu waved his hand before her, saying somewhat helplessly, “First, the one who doesn’t want to see you is my sister. Of course saying those things in front of her will make her hate you more... But I think you don’t care much.”

After all, Masuzu was the shameless type who dared try kissing him before Sora and still came as a guest to his home.

“Second, I didn’t feel those words were mockery—just facts said in a slightly sharp tone.”

Yuu of course hadn’t forgotten that morning’s conversation.

“After all, in the end, the fact that you’re dating Yukinoshita-san will be erased, and no one will remember your affair. Am I right?”

“What might not matter to you happens to be the future we fear most.”

Masuzu stood from an ex-girlfriend’s perspective, asking this pointed question. Thus, even then, Yuu only fell silent, with no thought of anger.

Because Masuzu was right—because he had indeed thought that way.

“Relax—I’m not that petty, to hate someone for pointing out my thoughts.”

Yuu sighed. He looked down at her slightly surprised face and said seriously: “Though not yet enlightened and fully repentant—I’m also grateful to you for showing me things I didn’t want to face.”

“Even if the world changes and the fact we dated no longer exists... as long as you all still remember me, avoiding is the most irresponsible choice.”

Avoiding Haruno’s confession, avoiding Asuna’s pursuit, avoiding Masuzu’s obsession.

After each task ended, Yuu always wanted to just leave—even if they remembered, even if they came looking, even if they followed...

He always tried cutting ties with them, only wanting to give everything to a future sure to break, then step to the next stage with no responsibility.

Was this wrong? He didn’t think so.

Because without the system meddling behind, escaping everything was the right choice.

...But now, someone told him.

That future wasn’t severed—but became a past connected to the present.

No matter how he avoided, the ex-girlfriends carried strong feelings, trying to pierce his heart again.

Thus, his old thinking slowly began to waver.

(If someone’s waiting for me—even once—try turning back.)

Though he couldn’t do it now, Yuu was willing to change again for them.

He turned and saw the three who’d stopped and waited not far away. He smiled relievedly and shifted his gaze back.

“So, Natsukawa. Don’t worry too much. Just say directly what you want to say to me... After all, in memories, we had a good relationship. I couldn’t possibly ignore you.”

Different from the awkwardness when they first met at the apartment, Yuu looked at Masuzu honestly.

Masuzu was silent a moment. Her moonlit-clear blue eyes blinked. She slightly opened her mouth as if to say something, but then closed her lips with a slight choke.

Taking a slow breath, Masuzu suddenly turned, facing him with her smooth straight silver hair. She roughly wiped her face several times with her sleeve.

“...Saying these things—aren’t you afraid they’ll get angry?”

“I’m not confessing love to you.” Yuu spread his hands.

“I said I love you and want to be with you—what’s your answer?”

Yuu said seriously and helplessly: “Sorry—I already have someone I love... At least for now, I can’t accept any girl besides them.”

Of course including guys... Hmm, maybe no need to add that point.

“Haaah—is this a declaration to become a scumbag in the future?”

Masuzu couldn’t hold a cynical laugh, but her trembling voice gradually grew cheerful: “Indeed, love is bullshit. All men are cheating trash.”

“Maybe.” Yuu also laughed, saying with hidden meaning, “After all, no one knows how the future will turn out.”

Maybe he’d fall in love with all his ex-girlfriends again, drowning in their feelings unable to escape. From then, he’d skillfully take advantage, two-time, become an uncontrollable harem king.

Or maybe he’d reject everyone for Yuigahama, fully cutting ties, focusing on the girlfriend who’d never leave, becoming a faithful good man.

Maybe he’d just...

“I understand. So that’s it, right?”

Suddenly, her long hair fluttered in the air—like a starry river spilling under the moon.

Masuzu abruptly turned, lips curving into a confident disdainful smile. She paid no mind to her red eyes and stared straight at Yuu.

The gloomy sad atmosphere had long vanished. Her whole self seemed revived, shining with unique light in the moonlit night.

“What?” This time it was Yuu’s turn to be stunned.

Because the next moment, Masuzu suddenly placed one hand on her hip, the other pulling his uniform collar, boldly revealing white skin and cleavage. At the same time, her waist and legs moved into a rather odd pose.

Then, she spoke loudly as if no one around:

“Ayu, Natsukawa Masuzu—has a dream!”

Under this clear night sky, she shouted with a fresh expression, her tone filled with indescribable excitement.

“...Haha.” Yuu could already imagine the next dialogue—he couldn’t help holding his forehead, sighing like laughter.

As expected, her next line was—

“I’ll make you, sooner or later, unable to live without me.”

“Since dating causes lots of trouble—better skip trash feelings like that and make you mine directly. Wouldn’t all problems be solved?”

Like a social studies student solving a Math Olympiad problem, Masuzu posed like Giorno, saying proudly, completely uncaring that three people nearby heard her voice—and all changed expressions. Their faces darkened as they walked toward him.

Yuu pressed his temples, sighing slightly annoyed: “The love-hating Masuzu is back. Thought the past changed you a bit...”

Masuzu shook her head: “It did change. The Masuzu who’d never like anyone became the Masuzu who only likes you.”

“What an honor... Hmm?”

Realizing something off, Yuu couldn’t help widening his eyes. He stared shocked, face flushing before him.

“This tone... don’t tell me you’ve regained your memories?!”

“That—hmm,” Masuzu winked, suddenly smiling mischievously. Both hands hidden cutely behind her back. She approached and whispered seductively in his ear:

“Hard to say. How about you guess? Guess right—get a prize~”

“Then no need. I don’t want to guess.” Yuu firmly stepped back.

“Eh? Heartless person!” Masuzu puffed her cheeks dissatisfied, but the red on her face deepened. Her strange breathing grew clearer.

Then she shivered. As if holding back some urge, Masuzu hugged her chest tightly and bent over. A slightly strained voice came from her throat.

“Ngh—!”

“W-what’s wrong?” Sudden stomach ache? Or heart disease?

Before Yuu could be shocked, he heard Masuzu sigh in relief, hugging her chest, wriggling left and right like a worm: “Aduh—even with this cold Yuu, my body still reacts~ Trouble—seems I’ve awakened a terrible interest. Hehehe~”

“...”

The muscles at his mouth corners kept twitching. Yuu backed several steps, pulling his just-arrived sister in front. He hid behind Sora with an ugly expression.

(Damn—didn’t expect this girl could be this weird... Though I seem the root cause—but who knew her character deviated more than I imagined!)

“Not deviant—this is Golden Spirit!” As if seeing his thoughts, Masuzu corrected seriously, “The hymn to humanity is the hymn to courage! JOJO gave me courage to keep going forward!”

“Do you think Araki-sensei would be happy hearing this...”

“Of course! Because JOJO loves everyone—regardless of status, gender, or wealth.”

Masuzu paused, then added: “And regardless of normal or not.”

“You know you’re not normal?!”

Ignoring Yuu’s comment, Masuzu shifted her gaze to the three women blocking before Yuu. After observing several seconds, she flicked her beautiful shoulder hair with her hand and smiled casually at them:

“I suppose you wouldn’t bear seeing a weak girl walk home alone at night, right?”

Whatever their answer—she’d decided to stay with that person.

Though only small courage—not enough to light the dark unknown end ahead.

But Masuzu had decided.

A decision is opening a path that should be taken in the pitch-black desert.

(As long as I’m not hated—I can keep going forward—until he turns back.)

Masuzu smiled relaxedly, taking a deep breath of the clear fresh winter night air.

Whether just her feeling or not—the tip of her tongue, always bland, seemed to sprout a bit of sweetness.

Yes—she wouldn’t humbly wait for him to come.

Instead, in the far future, she’d make Yuu love this troublesome awkward Masuzu again—and promise never to leave her alone.

Maybe—this is what an ex-girlfriend should do, right?

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Late night, in a luxury apartment.

The phone screen lighting the dark room kept showing incoming and outgoing messages.

Yui: 「Damn—all because of Masuzu. We ended up going home just like that without doing anything! The punishment and reward I thought so hard about...」

Yukino: 「Basically impossible with Sora there. She’d definitely block us...」

Yui: 「True... Then what? Find chance tomorrow? Or on holiday?」

Yukino: 「Speaking of that, Yui—I have an idea...」

Yukino: 「Though I apologize to you—I’ll make it up later. I hope you give me this chance—just this once...」

Yui: 「...」

Yui: 「No need to humble yourself like that, Yukinon. We’re both his girlfriends.」

Yui: 「I want to see you both happy—so I’ll support you!」

Yui: 「Yukinon—I leave Yuu-kun to you. Ganbatte!」

Yukino: 「Yes—leave it to me.」

Soon after, the screen light vanished, and the phone was gently placed on the nightstand in darkness.

Blanket pulled high—and a soft sigh came from beneath.

There seemed a little anxiety—but quickly replaced by cold firm muttering.

“I will... change all this...!”

The clock ticked, and strong cold wind howled outside the window.

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Though midnight, the phone on the nightstand lit silently, showing message notifications.

Yukino: 「Sorry sending this so late—hope it doesn’t disturb your sleep.」

Yukino: 「Tenkuji-kun—you have no plans on December 24, right?」

Yukino: 「Christmas Eve—want to come to my house?」

-

Title: The Approaching Christmas Eve

In late December, the morning cold wind felt like a razor slicing the skin, carrying a piercing chill that made breathing painful.

Since morning, the sky had been shrouded in thick gray clouds. The phone showed -3°C, Snow. Yet, though crystal ice had spread on roofs and iron fences, this year’s first snow hadn’t fallen, hadn’t yet painted the entire city in silver beauty.

But for someone, snow would definitely fall today—the weather forecast was never wrong; the difference was only when it would become reality.

Falling at 11:59 PM still meant falling today. So, in a sense, this ability only reminded him to bring an extra umbrella just in case of snow; its usefulness wasn’t great.

“Hosh, hosh...”

After finishing morning exercise, Yuu ran into the house exhaling white breath. His appearance radiating heat and strong energy, like a summer flower blooming in winter, starkly contrasted the shrinking silent street scene.

Door closed. He didn’t stop, heading straight to his sister’s second-floor room.

“Sora, wake up! Didn’t you say you want to go to school after winter break? Get used to waking early starting now!”

“Nngh... Noisy, I know... So hurry return the blanket! So cold!”

“I just spoke a bit—you call me noisy! I just hope your sleep schedule is regular and normal. I see you staying up late...”

“Stop, stop, stop. No mom mode in the morning, okay... I’ll come down before breakfast finishes—give me five more minutes...”

“Fine. If I don’t see you after breakfast—I’ll turn off the heater, pull your blanket, and open the window—understand?”

“Yuu is a devil...”

Ignoring his sister struggling half-dead in bed, wrapping herself like a bagworm in the blanket, Yuu hurried down. He used Total Renewal to sterilize himself first, then stepped into the kitchen, donned an apron, and started making breakfast.

He wasn’t rushed. After placing the last plate on the table, his slim fair-skinned sister just climbed onto the chair rubbing her eyes, mumbling unclearly.

“Geez—wouldn’t it be better to get used to it near the end of break... Why rush sleep schedule? After break starts we’ll slack off anyway...”

“You sound very confident?” Yuu patted her head annoyedly. “Good I’m not asking you to join morning exercise. Complain again—your post-school sleep schedule will match mine. Let you know what healthy student life is!”

“Hmph—you think I’m scared?”

Sora sneered disgustedly, as if not taking her brother seriously. She reached chopsticks and took the fried egg from the plate.

“At most I won’t complain. If you want me up early—I’ll cry in front of you!”

She said the most cowardly words with the firmest attitude.

“What a lazy sister...”

Yuu shook his head, sighing helplessly. Too lazy to argue further, he started eating today’s breakfast.

After the Cultural Festival ended, many complicated memorable things happened.

First, that night, after Sora returned, she suddenly requested to go back to school, saying she wanted to enter Sobu High first year.

She didn’t care starting in the third semester. After all, she could easily pass the transfer exam. As long as she could attend with him after winter break—that was enough.

For Yuu, this was of course a bolt from the blue. His shock far exceeded joy.

After calming a bit, he held back indescribable emotion and relief. To not cry before his sister, he smiled and promised to handle all procedures, asking her to prepare to become a student again.

Perhaps three or four years.

The glass-fragile girl who refused to step out of the house—since when had become strong enough to face past pain and step toward the sunlight-filled world.

This also meant all Yuu’s efforts from childhood until now had finally borne the best fruit.

This was the first time he realized his tear glands were so fragile. Just from this little satisfaction, he silently cried soundlessly for five minutes in the toilet. When he came out, he was back to his usual steel-hearted self.

Then, in the quiet night, Yuu brought a small stool and sat alone on the cold windy bedroom balcony.

Sipping ginger ale, he told the moon about his sister’s changes since their parents died, and one wish he always hoped for but suddenly realized today...

He might never forget that emotion for life.

As for why ginger ale...

In both past and this life, Yuu never had bad habits, and drank alcohol only for business. So, when wanting to vent sadness without numbing it with alcohol, after long thought, ginger ale felt most fitting.

Now Yuu looked forward to every day—when Sora passed Sobu High transfer exam, wore high school uniform, twirling before the mirror. For that, he even bought a new SLR camera, specially to photograph his sister.

Besides, perhaps Yuuki Asuna’s transfer to Class 2-J, and Kasumigaoka Utaha’s week-long leave?

Asuna’s transfer reason unknown, Utaha’s leave reason unknown. Asuna showed no intent to build good relations. Every question cleverly evaded. Utaha’s whereabouts unknown—even not staying home, no way to contact.

Maybe just his feeling, but Yuu felt both actions secretly aimed at the same goal—distancing from him.

But thinking again, seemed unlikely.

Setting Utaha aside for now—something hidden behind Asuna’s actions. Though seeming to have regained memories, she maintained cold attitude toward them.

But before Yuu took further action, Yukino suggested not rushing to confront Asuna—since she wouldn’t say anything, better observe a bit, until having a handle or weakness, then strike for victory. Besides efficient, it cut all opponent’s escapes.

Like a cat crouching before a mouse hole, not attacking unless 100% success chance. This truly surprised Yuu a bit, changing his view of Yukino as he listened.

Not because he couldn’t think of such strategy, nor underestimating Yukino’s intelligence...

Just that, after seriously helping think evil ideas, she then rubbed her temples correcting herself. She was truly cuter than a sad kitten crouching in the corner after mistake. Made him pity and want to hug for comfort.

Anyway, for the two’s issues, Yuu fully followed his girlfriend’s advice. Since then, never spoke a word to Asuna. Though same school—like strangers, actually making him more relaxed.

...Though he’d decided no longer running from ex-girlfriends’ problems.

Speaking of ex-girlfriends—since Cultural Festival, Yuu hadn’t seen Haruno again. Felt bad asking Yukino what she was doing now. Could only hold curiosity, occasionally pulling phone, casually checking if Haruno messaged.

As for Masuzu—this chishitsu lady seeming back to normal, smiling widely every day. Seemed no intent to attack again, nor planning boundary-violating actions before Yukino and Yuigahama. Just like a passing background student, unobtrusively active in their small group.

Luckily, her taste loss from psychological pressure seemed healed unconsciously... Though still disliked eating, always brought fruit for nutrition. Lunch also fruit-related—looked healthier than Yukino’s food.

The only headache for Yuu—whenever he was there, Masuzu would pull out cherries. Didn’t eat directly. Would use her small agile tongue to rerorerorero for half a day, hold in mouth several seconds, then spit the beautifully ribbon-tied cherry stem before his two girlfriends—clearly showing off.

Thus, for a while in the Service Club, girls’ post-meal fruit always cherries. Behind calm surface, their cheeks always slightly moving—and when asked what they were doing, always blushed refusing to admit.

He didn’t even need to rummage trash. Yuu could see the pile of failed broken props inside—showing their high competitive spirit.

As for his girlfriends’ cherry stem practice results—Yuu had personally confirmed with his tongue... Ahem, how to say.

Anyway, they still weren’t as skilled as her.

But because Masuzu provoked like that—no wonder her club application form was suppressed by Yukino, not approved.

Masuzu was the best example of self-inflicted suffering.

Above was a general overview of events Yuu experienced from Cultural Festival to today—December 24.

Thinking carefully—though many things unclear, path ahead not fully bright—somehow there was peace like dust settling.

“Yuu—why daydreaming?”

Seeing his chopsticks suddenly stop while eating, Sora furrowed thin brows, calling him—pulling back his distant thoughts.

“Thinking—should I use some method to place you in Class A.” Moving his paused arm again, Yuu took rice with natural expression, smiling at her. “If Iroha and Kanade are there—you’ll adapt faster, no worry about bullying or such.”

Honestly, the two underclassmen’s class popularity couldn’t be described as good—after all, in all Sobu High, Kanade’s staunchest faction was Class A.

If described—like a group of guardian teams loving and respecting Tenshi-sama and her deputy as center.

Not strange. The slightly careless silver-haired girl, always honest and thinking of others, had strong charm making everyone—male or female—want to protect her.

She had only two peers—Sora could be said very lucky—at least bullying chance at school avoided.

“Some method? Adult world’s dark side...” Sora mumbled biting chopsticks. Bright eyes slightly lifted staring at him. “Will this trouble you?”

“Small matter!” Yuu patted chest.

“Alright—then leave it to you.” Hearing that, Sora no longer hesitated. After nodding firmly, she gave him a sweet bright flower-like smile.

“Yuu—for my school life—use all sorts of dirty tricks on them!”

Lifting lip corners like lost laughter, Yuu cleared empty bowls and chopsticks, turning to kitchen.

“I’ll ask Kanade and others for help. You also remember to often invite them over during winter break—have Iroha tell you various school things... You have their their contacts, right?”

“Eh?” Sora stunned, then awkwardly pouted. “What—do I have to actively invite them? And why do you have issue with Kanade—why not ask her...”

“If you ask her—you’ll only know which mapo tofu is best in cafeteria!”

His desperate voice came from kitchen, with running water sound: “Relax—as long as you hint they can eat senpai’s cooking directly at our house—even without active invite—they’ll find chances to come themselves.”

“True.” Sora finally relieved. She finished remaining food in a flash, took bowl and chopsticks, rushed to kitchen. Deliberately squeezed with him before small sink washing dishes—like acting spoiled.

The siblings started cooperating. Sora washed, Yuu dried and racked. Atmosphere harmonious and slightly warm.

“Oh right, Sora—I have plans tonight. For dinner—want delivery or I cook first?”

“You cook. I don’t want any delivery... Wait—what date today?”

“12-24...”

“Christmas Eve?! Legendary six-hour censored love...”

“Pffft! Cough cough... Told you stop visiting weird sites—don’t casually say censored words!”

“Who cares. So—you coming home?”

“Uh—seems so?”

“...Wash your own plate. I’m sleeping again.”

“Wait, Sora! I’m just going to Yukino’s apartment for hot pot party. Yui will be there too! Nothing will happen!”

“Then—I can come too, right?”

“Yukino asked me to convey her apology to you...”

“Tch—I don’t need apology from evil woman! Annoying, annoying, annoying! Just do your censored threesome party! I don’t care about Yuu anymore!!”

“Hey—told you wait, Sora—careful keep saying censored words—you’ll become chishitsu like Masuzu!”

“...”

Noisy sounds spread from kitchen to second floor. Occasionally foot-stomping bang bang bang, and fake pain sounds.

Tenkuji family home today—still filled with peaceful atmosphere.

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In the luxury apartment.

After confirming outing preparations were fine, Yukino adjusted the bow tie at her collar before the full-body mirror. She nodded softly, took her school bag, prepared to leave the room.

But her small feet in long black stockings hadn’t stepped far—she hurried back to the bedside. Though no one around, the drawer pull was deliberately very quiet and careful.

Pursing soft lips, Yukino looked at the rectangular package in the drawer. Her face flushed like boiled shrimp, but she pretended serious, muttering only audible to herself:

“This is just a charm... We’re only seventeen—we must know self-protection... This is just a charm...”

As for whether the drawer’s item could still be called a charm—she had no mind to think anymore.

Taking a deep breath to cool her face, Yukino closed the drawer. Just in case, she even added a lock, then turned off the room light, walking to the living room.

“This is the first time buying something like this online. Later I must delete all history—or Nee-san might find out... Ngh, though I know how to use it—but based on internet, seems need some kind of water test...”

She muttered softly, as if pondering life’s important issue. Her shame gradually faded, replaced by seriousness and deep thought.

“Should I ask Yui? No—for get it. If I ask—feels like I have to do it to her... This is just a charm—I have no such intent.”

“Right—absolutely no improper intent...”

Her steps halted. Yukino suddenly looked up, gazing out the slightly foggy window.

The city view below high-rises looked quiet and frozen, but also very clear and beautiful.

Winter sky about to snow. Will it clear tomorrow?

-

Title: Tokyo Streets That Are Neither Lonely Nor Cold

Today is the last day before winter break.

Normal lessons for half a day in the morning, and students can go home only after the closing ceremony in the afternoon, followed by about two weeks of winter vacation.

Before that, final semester exams had finished smoothly, and grade rankings were openly posted on the bulletin board—of course, only the top 100 for each year level; the rest fell under privacy protection and couldn’t be displayed to avoid hurting the self-esteem of low-scoring students.

In Japanese high schools, semester finals aren’t the end. Afterward, they still continue lessons for some time.

But without exams and after reviewing test sheets, both students and teachers just waiting for break essentially treated daily school as a class reunion, with no intent to teach seriously.

The once-painful language and math subjects all turned into self-study and film appreciation. Some teachers even held indoor and outdoor group activities simultaneously, satisfying students who wanted rest and those who wanted exercise.

Thus, even during class hours, occasional sounds of students running and shouting echoed. This made order-and-quiet-accustomed teachers frown. But since break was near, they ultimately just gave light reprimands, letting students vent their heavy study pressure from this period.

After all, this was Chiba City’s highest deviation-value urban high school. The more seriously they studied on normal days, the crazier they played now—and this intensified nearing vacation.

Stepping on slightly damp asphalt, Yuu swung his nearly book-empty school bag, casually slinging it over his shoulder.

Temperatures had dropped below zero. The rare pedestrians on the street all tucked their necks, enduring the cold wind assault with thick winter clothes. Their forcibly exposed skin froze red, making their hurried steps look even more pitiful.

Compared to them, his oddity stood out more.

A thin-looking uniform jacket, collar unbuttoned two buttons revealing collarbones, upright posture fearless of the biting cold, and neat energetic short hair—not shrinking at all from the gripping winter.

Yuu walked leisurely on the year-end city streets, ignoring the shocked gazes on him. He watched the hot steam from his mouth turn into white smoke curling in the air.

The feeling of others being cold while he wasn’t—wasn’t bad. The most important wasn’t being different, but the unbound sense of freedom.

Sometimes, freedom is the best proof of strength.

Sub-zero temperatures were nothing to his current strong physique. Of course, he dressed as comfortably as possible for movement, unhindered by coats or scarves.

But Yuigahama, who met him on the way, didn’t think so.

“Geez—what if you catch a cold!”

Like a worried young wife, Yuigahama buttoned him up without permission, pouting dissatisfiedly.

Yuu looked at her helplessly: “Impossible. I wouldn’t get sick even swimming naked in winter—let alone...”

Yuigahama had no intent to listen, not even lifting her eyes, saying casually: “Yeah yeah yeah—I know you’re strong, great, great~ Here—lower your head a bit.”

When he reluctantly bowed, Yuigahama removed her own scarf, tiptoeing to wrap it two or three times around both their necks.

Finally, the red cloth fell on each shoulder. The scarf like a tilted ring, trapping the space between them.

“Hmm—this is good!”

Yuigahama narrowed her eyes satisfied and smiled. She pulled the scarf covering half her lower face. Muffled soft laughter from her successful plan: “Hehe—couple scarf~ I’ve wanted to do this for so long!”

Inhaling the scarf’s scent before his nose, Yuu glanced at her—his gaze showing slight annoyance.

“I see—so you did this not because you feared I’d be cold, but for your own goal...”

“Not like that! Don’t imagine your girlfriend as an evil woman, okay?”

As punishment, Yuigahama hugged his arm tightly—as if wanting to break it. But it only gave him pressure from full breasts unrestrained by the coat.

“Wanting to try couple scarf with you, and seeing you dressed so minimally so I feared you’d catch cold—these two feelings can exist at once!”

“But Yui—wearing it like this will only make it colder, right? Wind comes in from the middle.”

“Cold like this—we’ll face with romance and love.”

Yuu bowed, touching her cold cheek with his, whispering in her ear: “...I’m fine—I just fear you’ll get sick, idiot.”

“Idiots don’t get sick—even though I’m not an idiot!” Protesting like that, Yuigahama pulled his hand into her coat pocket, then slightly pursed her pink lips, huffing proudly.

“This is good~ Yuu-kun’s hands are big and warm. Hugging you is like hugging a heater—not afraid of getting sick at all!”

Yuu stunned a moment, then nodded agreeing: “Indeed—I think no one in the world is bigger and hotter than me.”

“Yeah yeah... Hmm!?” Yuigahama just about to agree, but suddenly reacted. She wrinkled her nose, staring at his expression. “Yuu-kun—did you just say something dirty to me?”

Even if yes—he had no plan to do anything to her. Instead, she’d even start fantasizing how hot and big that hot big thing was...

Please don’t misunderstand—she meant only hot dogs. The world’s largest hot dog is supposedly 204 meters long!

“Idiot Yui—am I that kind of person?” Yuu stroked her head lovingly, eyes filled with helpless tenderness.

He then casually shifted the topic: “Planning to go to school like this today?”

Along the way to the station, students and office workers gradually increased. Gazes on him also changed meaning—but more indifferent than usual.

“After all—today is Christmas Eve!”

Yuigahama swung his arm, saying naturally: “Not just morning—I want to spend the whole day with Yuu-kun—even if called too clingy I don’t care!”

“Really?” Yuu bowed looking at her—half her face covered by scarf.

Pink hair tied in a bun, white delicate ears, round reddish cheeks, soft warm-looking pink lips, and big bright eyes blinking under long lashes—together forming this sweet honest girl.

In her coat pocket, their fingers tightly intertwined—as if wanting to warm the entire winter. Skin touch produced endless heat, reaching straight to the heart.

Yuu couldn’t hold his laughter. He slowly lifted his gaze, happily viewing these minus-three-degree Tokyo streets—neither lonely nor cold.

“Coincidentally—me too.”

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Closer to the station—the Christmas atmosphere grew thicker.

Shop walls filled with festive red ad posters. Christmas trees of various sizes placed in windows. Even inside the station—no lack of Christmas symbols, showing how important this holiday was to Japanese.

After all—whether KFC or small hotels—their turnover these two days was several times normal. Whether they could pass the new year well depended on this—and in fact, not just couples—many families also bought big dinners (usually a full bucket of fried chicken) to celebrate Christmas.

Though for most—it was just commercial activity without religious meaning.

“It’ll be so beautiful here at night, right?”

Before entering the station, Yuigahama suddenly felt sentimental—becoming a bit down.

Yuu followed her gaze. Roadside tree trunks decorated with various lights—quietly adorning the entire station.

Though now not very striking—even slightly ruining the original view. But when sky darkened—the colorful lights would turn on, suddenly making the whole street, the whole city—like a dream, instantly filled with sparkling light.

Perhaps the bustling travelers would feel they’d arrived in a fairy tale world?

“Then—after the hot pot party—let’s come back to the station for a date? Around nine. If you don’t want the train—I can rent a car to take you all around.”

After swiping in, Yuu suggested jokingly.

Yuigahama stared shocked: “Yuu-kun already has a driver’s license?! You’re not even twenty yet?”

Though under-400cc motorcycle licenses obtainable at 16—her boyfriend surely didn’t want to take them both on a motorcycle...

Legal or not—they’d sandwich him. Three crammed on a small bike, speeding through Tokyo night streets—the scene too weird, zero romance!

Luckily, Yuu shook his head denying her guess, then said confidently: “Though I don’t have a license—whether Hachiroku can climb mountains depends on my mood—my driving skills are about that level.”

He’d driven Haruno’s car during summer break. Of course, his skills were veteran-driver level.

That woman didn’t care at all whether Yuu had a license. After knowing he could drive—she occasionally asked him to, while she sat in the front passenger, happily drinking red wine—they were truly lucky never stopped by police.

“Then forget it. Driving without license is no good.”

Helplessly, honest-child Yuigahama sighed. Her body unconsciously leaned closer to him.

Her bowed face seemed hiding small emotions she didn’t want him to know.

“And today can’t—because I already promised... Tomorrow—I don’t know if I can be together...”

“Yui? What’s wrong?”

Strangely—though his hearing was excellent—when she leaned on him and mumbled softly, Yuu always couldn’t clearly hear the content.

But soon, Yuigahama lifted her face again—smiling relaxedly: “Nothing. I just suddenly remembered—seems I’ve prepared a Christmas gift for you!”

Yuu looked confused: “What do you mean suddenly remembered? And seems how?”

Yuigahama narrowed eyes huffing laughter. She bumped her head on Yuu’s shoulder. The force light like a spoiled puppy: “There’s a complicated reason I can’t explain to Yuu-kun. Anyway—just look forward to it!”

“Haaah... Alright—I get it.” Yuu shrugged pretending resignation. “Geez—girls really love surprises. Not straightforward at all.”

The moment he finished—his foot was stepped on, and he was scolded as insensitive.

After that—no more shadows on Yuigahama’s face. Her smile cheerful and bright as usual.

Thinking he’d get the answer at tonight’s hot pot party, Yuu didn’t care much. He boarded the train with her—heading to Inage-Kaigan Station where Sobu High was.

Enjoying the foggy train windows and hanging ads inside, he chatted with his girlfriend beside about which celebrity was cheating again. Unknowingly, the conductor’s soft announcement reminded them to alight.

Most alighting were Sobu High students. They had no intent to avoid—and continued chatting with faces covered by scarf. Their hot breaths blew on each other’s faces. They also didn’t care about the very close distance where lips could touch anytime.

“So—if Yuu-kun cheats...”

“No if about that. If I marry—I’ll definitely marry you all, then behave well, and be sincere to you with all my heart!”

“Yeah yeah yeah—calm down. This is just hypothetical! For example—you both marry me in the future—but one day coming home from work relaxing at an izakaya—you suddenly meet Masuzu who had a relationship with you in high school. You drink and chat—then because drunk...”

“Wait—isn’t the plot too cliché? You should say I meet Masuzu applying when I’m interviewing secretaries at the office.”

“Is that what matters?!”

Chatting continuously—they passed the school gate. This time—no meeting Yukino and Masuzu. They directly changed indoor shoes and walked to Class 2-F. The scarf and tightly intertwined fingers all the way had to be separated.

Not just the station—Christmas decorations at Sobu High and in Class F were equally festive. Topics students discussed mostly Christmas-related too.

Who’d date, who’d buy all odd-numbered cinema seats, and who’d try starting a holy war—going to hotels to hunt couples preparing for six-hour censored sex...

“The world is dirty again.”

A faint voice came from behind. Yuu shivered slightly—then lip corners lifted with a weird expression looking back.

“Why are you here again...”

Masuzu sighed pretending. She hooked her hair at her cheek with fingers. As if not seeing his confused expression—she continued sadly: “Basically—Christmas is Jesus’s birthday, right? Or death day? Well anyway—since it’s such an important holiday—shouldn’t we hold back all disrespect and other thoughts, dedicating all piety and gratitude to this day? Why instead—sexual desire explodes? Does Jesus want to see such obscene scenes? Tch—if so—Christmas’s main color shouldn’t be red, but censored white—”

Before she finished—Yuu directly raised hand covering her mouth, pulling back before she stuck out her tongue to lick his palm.

“Enough—if you keep talking like that—not just failing censorship—Christians will crucify you first.”

“But I was defending Christians—you know?”

Masuzu winked flirtatiously—then directly back to serious expression.

“Once Christmas comes—people get excited, even creating terms like six-hour censored love. Of course—they fill this holiday with money and lust—if anything—shouldn’t Japanese be the ones hunted by Christians?”

“I don’t want to discuss this with you.” Yuu rolled eyes, thumb pointing to the door. “Class starts soon—please return to your own class.”

“Still ten minutes—chatting a bit more is fine.” Masuzu pouted slightly dissatisfied—but obediently walked to the class door, just turning back multiple times—looking very reluctant.

As for other classmates—they were already used to such scenes.

After all—these past few days, Masuzu came to Class F to chat with Yuu whenever possible. But she also got along with Yuigahama. So—after initial shock—though she showed completely different attitude from how she treated others—no one gossiped about their interactions anymore.

To avoid trouble for them, Masuzu even specially explained:

Yuu was her only opposite-sex friend she could talk to. During film shooting—they also formed a very strong pure friendship.

So—like Yukino—she supported their relationship, and would be their best friend too. She hoped everyone wouldn’t let baseless rumors and misunderstandings ruin their friendship—

Overall—that was roughly the meaning.

Thanks to this—Yuu also avoided trouble denying rumors again, and increasingly understood how meticulously this woman thought to approach him.

...Had Masuzu really not regained her memories?

Until now—Yuu still couldn’t confirm the answer to this question.

“Oh right—Yuu—do you have time tonight?” Masuzu suddenly asked before leaving.

Yuu said annoyed: “Of course not—I have a girlfriend.”

“Is that so? What a shame.”

For some reason—Masuzu smiled, faintly glancing behind the class, then walked out of Class F with light steps.