Chapter 1 | “Yearning for the Future”

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April.

In other words, spring.

Advancing to my third year of high school… it feels like a grand occasion somehow. Studies, making final memories, the future after graduation…

This year feels like it holds everything—past and future, all packed together.

On the morning of the opening ceremony.

I got ready as usual and ate my usual breakfast.

This morning, I was lucky to get a raisin butter roll from our convenience store. It’s delicious, but it always sells out quickly.

While heading to school after breakfast, I thought back to the third term—specifically, that school trip.

(Man, second year was way too eventful…)

My lifelong friendship with Himari, which started in middle school.

It all changed when I reunited with Enomoto-san, and I started seeing Himari as more than just a friend.

Over the summer, Himari and I began a new relationship as lovers… but it didn’t last long.

And then, the school trip.

I formed a new bond with Enomoto-san.

Meanwhile, Himari decided to train as a model under Kureha-san’s guidance.

From now on, our lives will change.

The inseparable bond we’d shared for three years ended with that school trip.

During spring break, I found a new goal.

Himari, too, will strive forward as a model apprentice.

The little world we built together is no longer needed.

From now on, we’ll walk separate paths toward our own goals.

With that “fresh start!” mindset, I passed through the school gates.

…Well, no matter how sentimental I got, the moment I stepped through the gates, all that emotion vanished.

Nothing’s changed since before spring break. If anything, the school building’s slight grime bothers me a bit. With that blunt mood, as I approached the bike parking area, I heard light footsteps coming from behind.

At the same time, a cheerful greeting rang out.

“Yuuu~! Morning~!”

It was my best friend, Himari-sama.

This morning, as always, she flashed a pretty smile befitting the world’s most beautiful girl while smacking my butt. Seriously, I wish she’d stop doing that in front of other students. Just because I’m a guy doesn’t mean it’s okay to casually touch my butt! Compliance, please!

That said, I kept my inner thoughts hidden and returned a bright smile. No, I’m not happy about it, okay? Really!

“Himari. Morning.”

Then, Himari held something out to me.

It’s her signature item: a carton of Yoghurppe juice. Himari stuck a straw in her own and sipped the lactic acid bacteria with relish.

“Man, what a great morning!”

“Yeah, it’s a great morning.”

Himari, beaming and in high spirits, continued.

“A morning this good doesn’t come around often, right?”

“Yeah, it’s a refreshing, great morning.”

“On a morning this good, it kinda feels like a fresh start, doesn’t it?”

Oddly enough, we’d been thinking similar things, and it touched me deeply.

Second year was… well, a lot happened, but here we are, still getting along as best friends.

Looking back, I realize how much she’s supported me.

Even though our paths have diverged, I want to help her in any way I can if she needs it.

“Yeah, it’s like becoming a new me.”

“Oh! Yuu, that’s the spirit! That’s it. A great morning means a new you!”

“You seem in high spirits too, Himari.”

“Yup, yup. A great morning just puts me in a great mood! I mean, it’s a great morning!”

Okay, now she’s overdoing it.

Is it that great of a morning? I’ve been playing along, but it’s not that amazing, to be honest.

It’s just normal. Normal is nice, but that’s all it is.

(…When she’s like this, something’s up.)

This is Himari’s “pay attention to me” signal.

My instincts, honed over three years of friendship, are telling me so.

And those instincts are probably right. When Himari’s like this, it’s time for one of those sudden “spot the difference” games she loves.

In moments like these, observation is key. There’s always something different from usual, and her hints are blatant. Himari doesn’t hold back when she wants to make a point. For a quiz, her clues are ridiculously obvious.

I observed Himari.

—Focus.

Specifically, her hand movements. Himari always uses her hands to signal. When she’s embarrassed, she’s always fiddling with her bangs.

Her right hand briefly touched her uniform’s tie.

As expected, it’s subtly hard to notice.

But it doesn’t seem like she cut her hair or anything. If it was her hair, I’d be out of luck, so this seems easier to figure out.

She also tugged at her uniform’s collar and subtly checked her skirt’s length.

It’s not just about the tie, then. The scope is too broad, and I’m not sure where to focus.

But that, in itself, felt like a clue.

Maybe it’s not a small change like I was thinking. I need a macro perspective, not a micro one.

(What could it be—…huh?)

At that moment.

We moved from the shade of the bike parking area to the sunny corridor.

The dazzling sunlight poured down, illuminating Himari, the beautiful girl.

It was as if the world itself sparkled—Himari shone so brightly, it almost felt like an illusion.

As expected of an unparalleled beauty.

Though she’s just one person, it’s like she’s harnessed the brilliance of nature itself. Being blessed by the world doesn’t seem like an exaggeration—

(Wait… huh?)

That’s when I noticed it.

No way… could it be…?

When I arrived at that possibility—I was utterly shocked by the truth.

“Himari… no way…?”

“Heh.”

It seems I got it right.

Himari nodded, clearly pleased that I’d noticed. Then, with her first third-year beauty queen smirk, she declared!

“I got a brand-new uniform☆”

“Are you freaking kidding me!?”

No wonder her uniform looked so shiny and crisp!

What was that about harnessing nature’s brilliance? It’s just cutting-edge textile technology! Well, I was the one who said it, but still!

“Wait, why? It’s not like your old uniform stopped fitting, right???”

“Nope. The old one’s still at home.”

“Then why?”

Himari put both hands on her cheeks, winked cutely, and said,

“I begged Onii-chan, and he got me a new one♪”

“You say it like you just got a new smartphone…”

As expected of the Inuzuka family.

Who gets a new uniform just for entering their third year? As an ordinary citizen, I can’t keep up with that mindset. If it was Saku-neesan, even if my uniform got shredded like in a battle manga, she’d never replace it.

Satisfied with revealing her secret, Himari lightly lifted the edge of her skirt with a mischievous, devilish glance up at me.

“So? What do you think?”

Ugh.

Come on, don’t get flustered by this level of cute appeal. If I show it on my face, the new classmates will start calling me “Lust Demon” or “Indiscriminate” again.

“Hmm…”

I calmly inspected Himari’s uniform again.

…Yeah, it’s like this. The uniform design is obviously the same, and Himari wears it perfectly, but that odd newness is kind of distracting. Especially after that bombshell reveal.

“It’s like watching a drama where a middle-aged actor plays a high schooler…”

“Isn’t that a bit too harsh? I’m a legit high schooler, you know???”

I’d love to just say, “It looks good on you,” honestly…

If she hadn’t dropped that reveal, I probably would’ve. So, really, it’s Himari’s fault.

“So, why? Sure, we’re third-years now, but was there a need to buy a new one?”

To my reasonable question, Himari smirked slyly. With an exaggerated shrug, she let out a sigh, like a seasoned femme fatale toying with a naive boy.

“Well, I guess Yuu wouldn’t get it.”

“Oh? That’s super annoying.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Not having it isn’t something to be ashamed of. If anything, I’m the one who should apologize for having it.”

“You’re coming out swinging for third year…”

She’s really on a roll.

This vibe—it’s not just about the new uniform. The uniform feels like part of something bigger. There’s something else, something decisive…

“Ah.”

I remembered.

Come to think of it, there was that during spring break. Now that I think about it, this is the first time we’re at school since then. I see…

I let out a breath and smiled at Himari.

“Himari. That’s awesome.”

Himari’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Ugh… w-well, it’s not a big deal to me or anything. But Onii-chan said I need to look the part, you know?”

I get that you’re embarrassed, but that doesn’t explain the new uniform…

Still, saying that out loud would be tactless. Himari’s so happy about this.

I decided to genuinely celebrate her joy.

“Wanna grab something to eat on the way home?”

“Huh? N-no, you don’t have to go that far. It feels like I’m fishing for it, and I don’t like that.”

“Alright, never mind then.”

“I didn’t say I don’t want it! I’m in the mood for something spicy today!”

What a tsundere.

While inwardly chuckling, I felt glad that our usual peace had returned.

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The little major event Himari had during spring break.

Its effects were immediately apparent when we arrived at the new classroom.

Despite the class shuffle, both familiar faces and new students flocked to Himari’s desk, chattering excitedly.

“Himari-san, I saw your Insta!”

“Wait, is this for real? That’s insane!”

“Can I brag to my friends at other schools? Let’s take a pic together!”

“Sign something for me now! It might be worth something later!”

Every classmate was holding a smartphone, all displaying the same Instagram account.

“Enomoto Kureha here♪”

“Starting today, a new model apprentice has joined our agency~”

“We’ll be working together for a while, so please support her~☆”

It was Kureha-san’s Instagram.

She was striking a dazzling two-shot pose with Himari.

During spring break.

We went to Tokyo with Hibari-san to complete Himari’s agency registration.

And so, Kureha-san officially introduced her.

The class group chat had been buzzing, and everyone was probably waiting for school to start.

This commotion was, in a way, expected. Even students from other classes were dropping by to see.

At the center of the crowd, Himari maintained a composed expression, playing Prince Shotoku by listening to ten voices at once and responding to each politely.

Finally, she gave a shy smile… but it was fake. That’s her honor-student persona’s shy act.

“Geez, guys, don’t make a big deal out of it. I’m just starting out, so it’s kinda embarrassing.”

Then stop giving those subtle camera-ready side glances. You’re already picturing yourself on TV, aren’t you?

Despite her cheesy lines, the classmates were still hyped.

“I always thought this, but you’ve got a different aura, you know?”

“Even wearing the same uniform as us, it looks different on Himari-san.”

“Right? It looks so clean and new.”

No, it is new.

Don’t be fooled, everyone. Her uniform is two years younger than ours.

While thinking that, I sipped the Yoghurppe juice Himari gave me earlier.

(Kureha-san’s influence is incredible…)

Being a local celebrity is already heroic, but this is her alma mater. Of course, people admire her.

There’s still a photo of Kureha-san from her student days on the staff room bulletin board. Probably Sasaki-sensei’s doing. He must be proud of his former student’s success.

(…Well, that’s fine, but)

Himari, already the center of attention, had gained the title of “model apprentice” and was getting way too full of herself.

No, that’s not a bad thing. If Himari chose her goal with conviction, I want to support her.

That feeling is genuine, but…

“Hehe~ Fine, fine. I’ll sign in order~”

“……”

I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

When Himari gets this cocky, she usually gets her comeuppance later. I hope it’s just my imagination, but I’d rather nothing happens.

“Himari-san, are you moving to Tokyo?”

“I’ll graduate here. For now, I’ll help out with Kureha-san’s work when she needs me.”

“Like a disciple~ So legit~”

…Whatever. It’s probably just me.

More importantly, I need to work hard so Himari doesn’t leave me in the dust… Wait, with this fame, hasn’t she already surpassed me? I’ve never been cheered for this grandly.

(N-no, I just need to focus on what I can do…)

I need to solidify my foundation first.

Himari has started down her path.

I need to find new ways to move forward.

Above all, I gained a new goal during spring break.

(To achieve that, I need to plan my next steps.)

The “you” account we ran together was put on hiatus during spring break.

Once we finish shipping the current accessory orders, I plan to pause activities for a while.

And someday—

When I achieve my current goal and establish myself as a creator.

I want to revive that account.

It’d be nice if Himari was still part of it… but by then, she might be so big I can’t even approach her. That’s scarily plausible.

(Well, I’ll just have to work hard steadily.)

I glanced at Himari.

She’s still acting high and mighty, but… how do I put it? She feels a little different from before. Like she has a new sense of stability…

Or maybe it’s just my bias, but that’s a good thing.

(I’ve gotta work hard so she doesn’t leave me behind.)

The bell rang.

The classroom’s front door opened, and our third-year homeroom teacher walked in. Seeing me, they widened their eyes and said,

“Oh, look, it’s Nyan-tarou.”

“…Yup.”

Sasaki-sensei’s usual nickname made me squirm uncomfortably.

This guy’s the type to milk a gag until it’s dead. At this rate, maybe even after graduation… No, judging by how he treats Saku-neesan and the others, I’ll probably get teased forever.

I glanced at the seat next to me, where Himari was shaking with suppressed laughter.

“Pfft.”

And so, our third year began.

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Since today was the opening ceremony, school ended at noon.

Club members headed to practice for their final tournaments.

The go-home club scattered to their own after-school plans.

The overall atmosphere was pretty relaxed. Our school’s always been a safety net for locals, so even in third year, it doesn’t switch to full-on exam mode.

(Alright, time to head out…)

I grabbed my bag and stood up.

“Himari, what’re you doing after school?”

Himari was still swarmed by classmates like this morning, but she quickly replied.

“I’m coming too~!”

The girls protested, “Ehh~” and “Let’s hang out~,” but she brushed them off with a quick apology and stood up.

“Alrighty, shall we go on a lovey-dovey after-school date?”

“No way. You saying stuff like that is why everyone calls me a trash guy…”

Himari pouted with a “Tch.”

Does she have to sow trouble with every word she says?

“What about Enocchi?”

“Enomoto-san said she’d come here after homeroom… huh?”

For some reason, Himari put a hand to her mouth and smirked up at me.

“Ohh~? Yuu-kun, calling your beloved girlfriend by her last name? How awkward~”

“S-shut up. I’ll get used to it, so don’t tease me.”

“Wow~ So different from how you were with me~ Treating her so preciously~ You sly dog~”

“You didn’t exactly feel like a ‘last name’ kind of person from the start…”

As we talked, we stepped into the hallway, and I immediately spotted the person we were looking for.

Well, spotted isn’t quite right—she was running toward us.

“Yuu-kun!”

It was Enomoto-san.

Even in third year, she’s the same… no, maybe she seems even cuter now. That might be my bias kicking in, but it’s unavoidable. She’s cute even without my bias, so what can I do?

Her pure smile always soothes my heart…

“Whoa, those boobs are amazing.”

Especially when she’s jogging, and her chest unavoidably bounces. With spring’s lighter clothing, there’s no stopping this onslaught. Before summer, this destructive power is honestly terrifying. The phrase “unrestrained in all directions” was made for her—wait!

“That’s not it!!”

“Huh? Yuu, why’re you so loud?”

“I’m! Definitely! Not dating her for that reason!”

“What’s wrong? Why’re you so desperate?”

Himari, you’re not reading my mind, are you!?

…Ugh, seriously. Ever since I started dating Enomoto-san, I’ve heard so much crude teasing from the guys that my ears are calloused. Give me a break.

As I caught my breath, Himari looked at Enomoto-san and said wistfully,

“To think that national treasure-level soft bust is at the mercy of such a boring guy…”

“I know you’re the kind of creature who’d die without spouting middle school boy-level dirty jokes, but can you at least say that stuff where no one’s around???”

Look, the other guys are glaring at me! You know what kind of persecution I faced from the Christmas loner alliance last year!

Ignoring my feelings, Himari raised a finger and continued her lecture.

“You’ve never compared, so you wouldn’t know, but Enocchi’s boobs are seriously amazing. The firmness, the size, the silky texture—it’s like a natural negative ion generator. You should be more aware of how lucky you are.”

“What’s with ‘compared’? You casually dropping terms like you’re a courtesan in a pleasure district with that pretty face is frying my brain, so stop it!”

Huh?

Wait, where’s Enomoto-san…?

As I looked around, Himari’s piercing scream echoed through the hallway.

“Hiii-chaaaaaan…!”

“Mogyaaaaaaa!”

Ohh… she’s getting spectacularly crushed today, too.

Himari, taken down by Enomoto-san’s signature iron claw, was twitching on the floor. This girl never learns.

As I savored the quiet beauty in this everyday scene, Enomoto-san turned to me.

With an angelic smile, she gently took my hand. It’s that lover’s hand-holding thing where our fingers interlace. One of those lovey-dovey moves I still can’t get used to.

“Yuu-kun, let’s go eat lunch!”

“What about Himari? Is it okay to leave her dead there?”

“The cleanup crew will come for her eventually.”

“Cleanup crew? Does this school have a Dungeon Meshi-style setting?”

Enomoto-san looked up at me.

With a trusting, straightforward gaze, she smiled and said, “Ehe.”

“Yuu-kun doesn’t look at girls’ chests with pervy eyes, right?”

“…Nope.”

I’ll keep it a secret that I kinda agreed with Himari’s words.

Negative ions come from forests too, right? In the grand scheme of life, humans and forests are the same. Sorry, I’ll take this to my grave.

…But Enomoto-san put a stop to my resolve. Smiling softly, she stared at my face. Under her intense pressure, sweat poured from my forehead.

Her oddly forceful smile was cracking my fragile mask from the edges.

“Yuu-kun? Why’re you looking away?”

“It’s just your imagination.”

“Yuu-kun?”

“Oh, it’s kinda hot today, so maybe something cold for lunch… Owowow! Stop squeezing my hand!?”

I mean, come on, I’m a guy!

And if that’s the case, stop pressing your body so close with that unavoidable trap. I’m begging you!

…As we went on like that, Himari popped up from the other side. With a hand to her mouth, she gave a sleazy “Pufufufu♡” laugh.

“Ohh~ Showing off, huh?”

“I’m getting punished because of you!”

“I didn’t do anything~ Just voicing your inner desires~”

“Are you some kind of evil spirit lurking in my heart?”

If so, my conscience needs to balance it out… Oh, I get it, Enomoto-san’s my conscience. But instead of helping, she corrects me. Perfectly balanced.

Then Himari linked arms with me from the other side.

“Oi, Himari!”

“What~? It’s just bestie skinship♡”

“It’s not okay! I’ll get called Lust Demon on the class group chat again. Now that I’m in the chat, I’m seeing stuff I didn’t need to see.”

“Woo~ A badge of honor for a guy? Bragging about that means your love EXP is leveling up, Yuu~”

“Conversation~ Himari, please, have a conversation~”

Enomoto-san’s at her limit!

She’s trembling with a red-faced “Muuu~!” It’s cute… no, wait, this is the kind that’ll get me in trouble later, so please stop!

Himari puckered her lips with a “Puhoho~☆” and teased Enomoto-san further.

“I mean, Enocchi could stand to have a bit more grace to let this slide, right? You’re not the type to make him delete all his female contacts just because you’re dating, are you~?”

“~~~~!”

Seriously, what a thing to say!

Even if you did that, it wouldn’t erase your own history as a clingy girlfriend, you know?

“…Hm?”

My hand felt oddly cold, and I realized the warmth of Enomoto-san’s hand was gone. She’d vanished completely.

(N-no way, is she actually mad… ah!)

As I hurriedly looked around, Enomoto-san squeezed between me and Himari.

She forcibly untangled our arms and then locked both of ours in a firm hold with her own.

In other words, Enomoto-san was sandwiched between me and Himari, with our arms linked.

“There we go!”

Enomoto-san looked very pleased, snorting triumphantly. Then, with a cute smile, she turned to Himari as if to get even.

“Hii-chan’s my best friend too, you know!”

“Enocchi, nice one…”

Even Himari was taken aback.

Enomoto-san’s grown so much. Back in second year, she could only counter pranks like this with brute-force iron claws…

Her growth brought a tear to my eye… Wait, what am I to Enomoto-san? Her mentor? Did I teach my inexperienced disciple some premature ultimate technique before she heads to battle?

But, well…

(Is this really effective, though?)

Hesitantly, I spoke to Enomoto-san.

“Rion. This is hard to say, but…”

“…!”

Enomoto-san’s face lit up instantly.

Even though we’ve been dating for two months, she still gets so happy when I call her “Rion.” It’s adorable. And she’s so easy to please. She really needs to be more careful.

Blushing, Enomoto-san asked,

“E-ehe. Yuu-kun, what? What’s up?”

“Uh, I hate to ruin the fun, but… this isn’t good.”

At my comment, Enomoto-san tilted her head curiously.

“Huh? What’s that?”

“This position, I mean…”

“????”

Enomoto-san didn’t get it.

Her hands were occupied, holding me and Himari on either side.

Himari, on the other hand, had one hand free.

…I think you can guess what happens next.

On the other side of Enomoto-san.

Himari, pretending to be annoyed at having her arm-linking with me interrupted, let her marine-blue eyes glint sharply.

Her gaze locked onto the two forbidden fruits prominently displayed before her. Her free hand wriggled like an independent creature.

The corner of her mouth curled into a sly grin.

“My victory!!”

By the time Enomoto-san noticed and turned around, it was too late.

—Himari’s hand had boldly grabbed Enomoto-san’s chest!

“~~~~~~~~!?”

Enomoto-san’s face turned beet red, letting out a silent scream.

…Yup, it went exactly as expected.

While I muttered, “Oh no…,” the scene next to me unfolded with two stunning beauties engaged in a fierce (misleading) flirtation.

“Hii-chan! What’re you doing!?”

“Puhahaha! Gotcha, Enocchi! With both hands tied up, you can’t use your precious iron claw! I subscribed to the Rub-All-You-Want MAX plan, and it was worth it!”

“There’s no such subscription!? Hii-chan, if you keep going, I’ll get mad!”

“Go ahead, go ahead~ You can’t escape anyway, so just drown in my technique… Wait, what? This is insane. It’s even better than last time! Enocchi, are you still growing? Are you gonna reach Kureha-san’s size!?”

“Enough! Hii-chan, stop it!”

I can’t hear. I hear nothing. Absolutely nothing!

I can block out the information… no, I can’t, but the visuals are worse than the audio.

A beautiful girl enjoying another beautiful girl’s chest—a painting that’d be banned in another era. It’s poison to a high school boy’s eyes, so please take it elsewhere.

This was Himari’s bonus time.

It looked like she was having free rein.

…But, surprisingly, Himari’s strategy had a major flaw. And, truth be told, the one with the power to pull the trigger was me, an outsider.

“……”

I gently released the arm linked with Enomoto-san.

That’s all.

My role—was done.

“Puhahaha! The heavens are on my side~! While I’m at it, I’ll do all the things I couldn’t before because of those scary iron claws… Huh?”

By the time Himari noticed something was wrong, it was too late.

Enomoto-san, teary-eyed with a “💢” on her forehead, had freed one arm—the one I’d been holding. Her fingers wriggled powerfully, not with lust but with rage.

Himari’s face paled.

“Oh, uh, I just remembered Sasaki-sensei called me to the staff room. Man, being a future top model is busy… Gah!?”

Sensing her disadvantage, Himari tried to bolt.

Her crisis instincts are sharp, but this time, the situation was against her. Her arm was still firmly linked with Enomoto-san’s, so she couldn’t escape. It reminded me of a pro wrestling match Enomoto-san showed me once…

A menacing aura seeped from Enomoto-san’s mouth. Her eyes glowed red, and I swear I saw devilish wings sprout… or maybe it was a hallucination.

“Hiii-chaaaaaan???”

“Gya! Enocchi, wait, wait! My face is off-limits! Not the face with the iron claw, maybe something… Aha!”

Himari seemed to have an idea, suddenly slumping to the ground. Blushing shyly, she looked up with teary eyes. She let her white thighs peek from under her skirt for a touch of allure. Then, with a sweet, melting whisper…

“B-be… gentle?”

““……””

For the second time today.

Himari’s pathetic scream echoed through the hallway.

…How does this girl get treated like an honor student at school? Himari’s magic is genuinely baffling.

♣♣♣

The usual spot: the Indian curry shop at the mall.

I ordered biryani today. It’s like Indian curry fried rice. This place uses long-grain Indian rice, and it feels pretty authentic. The curry’s great, but when it gets hot, I crave this instead.

Himari, as always, went for spicy curry and a lassi combo. Eating a level of heat I’d never dare try, she scrolled through her phone, chuckling “Puhehehe♪” in delight.

Checking Himari’s Instagram, I let out an impressed sigh.

“Your account’s blowing up.”

“Yup~ Well, thanks to Kureha-san, though.”

“Still, that’s amazing.”

As part of her model training, Himari posts a daily selfie on SNS.

It’s to get used to being photographed… and probably to see how far she can push it. A test run before the real work begins.

“What should I do today~?”

“Content? Wouldn’t eating this curry work?”

Himari answered awkwardly.

“Well, food posts are safe, so I’ve done that a bunch already.”

“Oh, Kureha-san told you to switch it up?”

“Exactly~”

At the mention of Kureha-san, Enomoto-san, sitting next to me, twitched.

…But she said nothing, silently tearing into her cheese naan. She seemed a bit grumpy, but that’s also kind of her usual vibe.

(She doesn’t want to be a model, but having her big sister so focused on another girl must feel weird…)

At our house, Saku-neesan doesn’t care who she’s close with, but…

“Oh, I know!”

Himari, as expected, came up with something unnecessary.

“Enocchi, wanna do a two-shot?”

“No.”

“Ehh~ Come on~ You posted one with Yuu on SNS before~ Let’s do some spicy yuri fanservice~”

“That’s why I don’t want to…”

I completely agree.

I sighed and said to Himari,

“You decided to work as a model, so maybe stop harassing girls? You never know who might post something on SNS.”

“It’s fine~ That’s just my brand☆”

A newbie who hasn’t even debuted is talking about her brand?

She’s so full of herself… but it’s also very Himari, which is reassuring. I hope she can keep enjoying modeling like this.

“Ah!”

Himari suddenly raised a finger, like she’d thought of something great.

“Why don’t you do a two-shot, Yuu!?”

“No way, obviously!”

“Ehh~ Don’t be shy~ We’ve done it before~”

“A guy in a private two-shot with someone aiming to be a model is a terrible idea!”

Himari pouted with a “Boo~.”

…I’m seriously worried Himari’s gonna flame out and quit modeling someday.

After eating, we left the mall.

Recharged with spice and lactic acid bacteria, Himari put her hands on her hips and pointed dramatically at the sky.

“Alright! Let’s head to Araki-sensei’s place!”

“Cool.”

We biked from the mall and soon arrived…

At a lone house behind a quiet shopping street.

A small sign reading “Araki Flower Arrangement Classroom” hung by the gate.

When we rang the doorbell, Araki-sensei’s voice came from inside.

“Come on in~”

The front door was unlocked.

Taking her up on the offer, we let ourselves in.

The owner of this flower arrangement classroom—was lounging in the living room, playing games.

It’s a familiar sight, in a way. Whether that’s okay for a flower arrangement classroom is a mystery, but if Araki-sensei says it’s fine, it’s fine. It’s like her own little lawless zone.

Lawless zone aside… her T-shirt is riding up, exposing her stomach. I’m not one to talk about lifestyle, but isn’t that too careless in front of high schoolers?

“Sensei, isn’t that a bit reckless…?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. No thief would bother with a rundown place like this.”

“That’s not what I meant…”

“Oh? Worried about a woman living alone? Natsume-kun, your EXP is leveling up~”

“The phrasing. Himari used something similar earlier, so…”

Araki-sensei laughed heartily and said,

“Sasaki-kun’s coming by later, so I don’t need to lock the door.”

“That level of laziness… Wait, Sasaki-sensei’s coming!?”

The unexpected news changed our expressions.

We moved to the corner of the tatami room, huddling together to whisper.

“Is there a chance?”

“Dunno. It’s Araki-sensei, after all.”

“I think there’s a possibility.”

Araki-sensei sighed and said,

“You young folks over there—don’t meddle too much in other people’s business.”

“““ …!”””

We hurriedly returned to our spots.

Then I noticed something.

(Oh, she’s got a Same-tarou strap on her Switch…)

It’s the theme park mascot merch from the school trip, which I… persuaded Sasaki-sensei to buy as a souvenir for Araki-sensei. I thought it’d be forgotten in a drawer, but…

(Could this mean…?)

Is there really a chance?

I mean, Araki-sensei doesn’t usually seem that grateful for student gifts. Food and merch are different, but still…

As I pondered, Araki-sensei turned off her game. With a “heave-ho,” she sat up and faced us cross-legged.

“So, what’s today about?”

Finally, we got to the point.

I straightened up and explained why we were here.

“I’m planning to work toward a goal, and I’d like your advice.”

“Mine? I’m not into accessories, so I don’t think I can say much. Oh, are you looking for rare flowers again?”

“No, it’s not that kind of consultation…”

Choosing my words carefully, I explained.

“It’s about… my future path. I want to hear from you, Araki-sensei, as a professional creator.”

“Hmm…”

Realizing I was serious, Araki-sensei’s demeanor grew slightly more focused.

She closed her eyes, falling silent as if deep in thought. Her usual laid-back, sloppy persona vanished, replaced by the attitude of a true creator.

That’s Araki-sensei for you.

Her usual behavior is something, but when it counts, she’s sharp. Come to think of it, when I first visited here, she was mostly like this, right? Did I corrupt her by introducing her to games? Is this classroom’s decline my fault?

As I worried, Araki-sensei nodded deeply.

“…I understand how you feel, Natsume-kun.”

“Then!”

She snapped her eyes open—and grabbed her Switch, flopping back down with a wave of her hand!

“Too heavy, pass.”

“Please, help me out! I need any hints I can get!”

Yup, that’s Araki-sensei alright.

As we deflated, she grinned unapologetically.

“I mean, sure, I’m a creator, but flower arrangement is built on the foundation of traditional schools. I’m just following that.”

“I want to hear about how you appeal to clients, stuff like that!”

“Clients…?”

Araki-sensei sat up reluctantly and looked around the tatami room.

…An empty space.

Today was supposed to be a class day, wasn’t it?

Yet there wasn’t a soul around, and Araki-sensei was in her usual T-shirt and jeans—not exactly ready to receive students.

She repeated, as if to confirm,

“Clients?”

“Stop it! Why am I the one feeling heartbroken!?”

I’d heard her student numbers were dwindling, but it was worse than I thought.

“Wait, are there no students…?”

“Well, I get a few on weekends… This place was originally my grandma’s, and I just kinda took it over. Most students are holdovers from her time or their referrals. I’ve never actually recruited.”

“I see…”

No wonder the phone number on the sign outside is faded…

Araki-sensei, sounding oddly detached, nodded.

“In terms of total newbies, you’re student number one, Natsume-kun. Thinking about it, that’s kinda profound.”

“…And number two?”

She smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Yo, permanently retired!”

“That’s not something to be happy about! Also, is that even the right phrase!?”

The turn of events had me on the verge of tears.

…I thought Araki-sensei was amazing!

“Oh! But what about your gardening design work!? You must put thought into that—sales, design themes!”

“Oh, that?”

Araki-sensei’s main job… if you can call it that.

The flower arrangement classroom is more like a hobby for her. Most of her work comes from gardening design commissions for companies or individuals, I heard.

That’s real creator work.

Even with a flower arrangement background, it’s not something you can easily make a living from. Araki-sensei really is amazing.

…Or so I thought, until she said with a distant look,

“Back when I was a new grad, I helped an elderly person who fell at the shopping street’s crosswalk and couldn’t get up.”

“Uh-huh… Uh-huh?”

Why’s she suddenly telling an old story?

“Turns out, they ran a company. As thanks, they said, ‘Hey, spruce up our garden.’”

“Uh…”

“From there, clients just kept coming like a chain, and here we are.”

“……”

Araki-sensei lowered her eyes to the Switch screen.

“So, like, I’ve never really gone out and pitched myself, you know? My designs are just kinda remixing styles in a vague way, and I’ve never really thought about themes or anything.”

“Nnngh~~~ !”

What a straw millionaire!

This person, could it be, is totally living by leaving everything to chance!?

Himari said, a bit… no, quite taken aback.

“Araki-sensei, how did you not get hooked on pachinko or something…?”

“Oh, those places used to reek of cigarettes, didn’t they?”

“So it’s not about self-control, huh…”

However, perhaps feeling a bit reluctant to end things like this,

Araki-sensei turned off the game again and prompted me to continue the conversation.

“But why all this talk about appeal or themes all of a sudden? Did something happen?”

“Well, uh, I’ve got a pretty big issue regarding my future path…”

Araki-sensei shrugged, looking extremely unenthusiastic, and said, “Go on, tell me.”

♣♣♣

—This happened during spring break.

When Himari went to Tokyo for the procedures to join an entertainment agency, I was brought along with her.

Of course, it’s not like I was trying to become an idol, and while we did some sightseeing in Tokyo… that was just a side thing.

The one with business to attend to was Kureha-san.

Enomoto-san’s older sister, the very person who invited Himari to the path of modeling. While working as a model herself, she’s also nurturing young creators in preparation for starting her own agency.

While Himari was handling the entry procedures with Hibari-san,

I was lent the agency’s reception room to meet with Kureha-san face-to-face.

Joining me were Tenma-kun, Sanae-san, and Murakami-kun. …When I mentioned I’d be talking with Kureha-san, they all came along. Such good people…

After listening to my stumbling thirty-minute explanation, Kureha-san summed it up sharply.

“So, Yuu-chan, you’re saying you want me to invest in you, just like with Ten-chan and the others?”

“Yes, please!”

Kureha-san clapped her hands with a beautiful smile.

At the same time, her ample bust bounced boing. It was incredibly hard to know where to look… and as I was thinking that, Kureha-san answered instantly with a beaming smile.

“No way~☆”

“…Right.”

It was so expected that I didn’t even feel anything.

But Tenma-kun, Sanae-san, and Murakami-kun, who heard this, reacted differently.

The three of them, who apparently call themselves my “three recommenders” within the group—though I think one of them might be my uncle or something? Honestly, it’s too embarrassing to say.

Anyway, the three who know Kureha-san well were quick to act.

First, Tenma-kun moved behind Kureha-san and started massaging her shoulders politely. With the ultra-sweet smile that usually captivates girls, he tried to persuade her.

“Come on, Kureha-san. Can’t you make it work somehow?”

“Ehh~ Even if it’s Ten-chan asking, it’s probably a no~”

Still, Kureha-san’s resolve remained firm, showing her refusal.

Then, Sanae-san knelt at Kureha-san’s feet. Lifting Kureha-san’s legs, she began massaging her calves.

With the calm composure of an adult, she spoke gently, as if admonishing.

“Now, now, Kureha-san. Being too mean isn’t good, you know~”

“Ehh~ Even Miko-chan? Nope, still no~ I don’t have that much faith in Yuu-chan~”

Kureha-san’s fortress still wouldn’t budge.

Finally, Murakami-kun… oh, he looks super troubled. His expression didn’t change, but he was radiating an intense “I’m so lost” aura. You could practically see his inner thoughts: “Do I have to do something too…?”

“Um, Murakami-kun? You don’t have to do anything, it’s fine…”

“…No. I’ll do it.”

Murakami-kun stood up and left the reception room.

A few minutes later… where did he get it from? He returned with a fancy-looking box of sweets.

“Kureha-san. This…”

“Ehh~ What’s this~?”

A fetch quest!?

As I watched nervously, Murakami-kun answered.

“It’s expensive sweets from the office fridge, meant for the president.”

“No, you can’t just take those!?”

We’ll get scolded later… wait, Kureha-san, you’re eating them without hesitation!?

While munching on flat, stylish baked sweets (I don’t know their name), Kureha-san shrugged.

“Hmm~ If you go that far~…”

Huh? Were the sweets surprisingly effective?

As I was thinking, “That’s all it took…?”, Kureha-san asked me.

“So, Yuu-chan, what are you going to give me in return for my investment~?”

I knew this question was coming.

Because Tenma-kun and the others had told me in advance. For Kureha-san’s investment, a return within a certain period is, of course, required.

It could be money, but it could also be something else beneficial. Kureha-san is working toward starting her own agency, and her investments in creators are part of that plan.

Kureha-san was asking if I had something in mind for that return.

“…I don’t know.”

At my response, Kureha-san giggled.

“Ohh~ You’re being honest this time~?”

“To be honest, I thought about trying to persuade you with this and that… but in the end, I realized a naive kid like me can’t possibly convince someone like Kureha-san, who’s doing such amazing work.”

Kureha-san blinked in surprise.

“Is this a flattery strategy now~? Did you plan this with Ten-chan and the others~?”

“No, that’s not it…”

Well, I guess that’s the reaction I’d expect.

Honestly, I couldn’t have imagined saying something like this to Kureha-san half a year ago. Back then, I was desperate to stop her from taking Himari, but looking back with a calmer mind, I was the one who misunderstood.

“Last summer, Kureha-san was right. We pushed our own stubbornness back then… no, I don’t regret that itself. But thinking back, Kureha-san was genuinely thinking about Himari’s future. I think you’re an amazing person now.”

“……”

Kureha-san’s cheeks flushed slightly.

Then, subtly averting her gaze, she started twirling the ends of her hair around her index finger, twirl twirl twirl twirl twirl twirl twirl twirl twirl twirl… What a twirl! If this were pasta, even Italians would be stunned!

As I grew suspicious, Kureha-san spoke to Tenma-kun, who was massaging her shoulders.

“Ten-chan.”

“Yes?”

Pointing with a dazzlingly beautiful smile, she said,

“Go chop off Yuu-chan’s head.”

“Why!?”

I couldn’t help but retort.

Then Tenma-kun, who had been massaging her shoulders, bowed respectfully.

“As Her Majesty commands.”

“Tenma-kun!?”

Alice in Wonderland!?

As I panicked, Tenma-kun approached a majestic Japanese sword hanging on the reception room wall… wait, why is that even here? The president’s hobby?

He took it in hand and smoothly drew the blade.

What refined movements! As expected of a body trained as an idol since childhood. No, that makes no sense. Is swordsmanship a required skill for idols?

…Wait, is he serious?

“…!?”

As I tried to escape in a hurry, Sanae-san and Murakami-kun, who had somehow closed in, grabbed my arms. They pinned me face-down on the sofa, leaving only my neck exposed.

Tenma-kun, with a beautiful smile, pressed the blade against my neck.

“Now, Yuu-kun. Are you ready?”

“No, I’m not! Why is this turning into a beheading!?”

“Hehe. The truth is, we came here today to make you disappear.”

“This is modern Japan, right!? There’s no culture of samurai ambushes from the Sengoku era, right!?”

Tenma-kun’s eyes glinted sharply.

Like an executioner lurking in the shadows of modern society, a seasoned warrior who had buried countless VIPs in the dark. To an ordinary person like me, it was like a frog stared down by a snake.

The sword, slowly raised—came crashing down!

“So, Kureha-san. How long are you going to keep this up?”

“…!?”

My neck… oh, it’s still attached!

Looking up nervously, I saw Tenma-kun looking at Kureha-san with a troubled expression.

“No matter how much it’s to hide your embarrassment, you can’t scare him like that.”

“Eh!?”

As I gasped in shock, Kureha-san turned away with a huff.

“I’m not embarrassed~ If you say weird things, Ten-chan, I’ll triple your quota this term~”

“That’s harsh.”

Tenma-kun laughed heartily.

At the same time, the hands holding my arms let go. I hurriedly sat up, and Sanae-san was laughing cheerfully, as if saying, “Prank successful!”

“Was that a joke just now?”

“Of course. Wait, did you actually think we were serious?”

“But Tenma-kun, those were the eyes of someone who’s taken out a few people, right?”

“Ufufu. Tenma-kun, your acting skills from all those plays are shining through.”

“A true creator who always gives their all!”

Only Murakami-kun had a subtly awkward expression.

“…I’m not good with this group’s vibe.”

“That must be tough…”

As we talked, Kureha-san sighed.

“Yuu-chan, why do you want my investment~?”

I had a clear answer for that.

Straightening my posture, I responded.

“Himari has started walking her own path. I have to work hard not to be left behind. …To do that, I want to expand the scope of what I can try.”

With Kureha-san’s investment, the possibilities I could gain are limitless.

I’m not saying money is everything. But money simplifies many challenges. I could make tons of prototypes, maybe even hire help. The quality would improve dramatically.

I realized that over the past two years.

The crafting room provided by Himari’s family, the help from Enomoto-san and others—there was so much I couldn’t have done alone.

And now—we’ll each walk our own paths.

I can’t keep relying on everyone like before. So I need to find my own way.

“But, Yuu-chan, you’re selling accessories online, right~? Isn’t that enough~?”

“…That won’t let me create accessories that truly connect with clients. Besides, I realized online sales aren’t suited for me.”

“Why do you think that~?”

“Last summer, at Tenma-kun’s exhibition… I can’t forget that feeling.”

It was when I participated in the exhibition hosted by Tenma-kun.

While Tenma-kun and Sanae-san’s accessories sold well,

Mine didn’t get a single glance.

But at the end of the first day,

A flower I’d carefully nurtured found its destined partner.

The exhilaration of that moment—it still sends shivers through me when I recall it.

I felt something similar at the school festival’s sales event.

It ended in failure, but… I was certain that pursuing that feeling further was the style I should aim for.

To deliver my accessories to the person who will truly cherish my flowers.

For that, I can’t stick to online sales. I need to create opportunities where clients can directly see my flowers.

“Like Tenma-kun, I want to refine the quality of my accessories by interacting directly with clients at exhibitions. To do that, as Murakami-kun advised, I should move to Tokyo. But the funds from ‘you’ sales so far aren’t nearly enough.”

The ideal solution was, ultimately, “to receive investment from Kureha-san and work alongside Tenma-kun and the others.”

If I can pave my future with my talent and skills as collateral—

“Please.”

I bowed deeply.

Kureha-san’s gaze evaluated me intently.

“Hmm~?”

The air in her eyes seemed to shift slightly.

Until now, there was a languid vibe, like she was humoring a child’s game. But now, just a little… it felt like a spark of interest flickered.

Kureha-san clapped her hands and gave me a positive response.

“Well, I might consider it a bit~”

“Really!?”

“Kids who can accept their mistakes grow strong, you know~”

“Thank you so much!”

My eyes sparkled.

But a slightly mischievous air returned to Kureha-san’s expression.

“But, since Yuu-chan made me drink bitter tea before~, I can’t just say ‘Sure☆’ so easily~”

“Ugh…”

Well, fair enough.

I was prepared for that. Knowing Kureha-san, she’d probably set conditions worthy of her “witch” nickname—something devilish that would crush my human dignity entirely.

“W-What do I need to do to earn your approval…?”

Kureha-san flashed a huge smile.

But despite the gentle smile, the air was cold. From behind that mask-like grin, an assassin’s calm gaze seemed to size me up.

What pressure… I couldn’t stop sweating.

Is this the aura of a villainess who’s navigated the dark world of entertainment?

As I swallowed hard, Kureha-san clapped her hands twice. Her ample bust bounced tayun tayun twice.

“Hibari-kun~ I know you’re listening, right~?”

We all turned toward the door in surprise.

…But the door didn’t open. I stood and opened it myself, but there was only a quiet hallway.

I turned back to the room.

“No one’s there… whoa!?”

In that split second, an intruder had slipped into the room.

Somehow, on the sofa—specifically, where I’d been sitting—Hibari-san was now perched, elegantly sipping from a teacup.

His entrance, as if born from the shadows, left everyone stunned. Even the usually calm Sanae-san couldn’t hide her shock.

“H-Hibari-san!? Where did you come from!?”

“Hehe. Why so surprised? This is child’s play.”

He flashed a dazzling ikemen smile, his pearly whites glinting kiraan. Seriously, why do they shine even in someone else’s office?

“This is thanks to my rugby days in college. I was hiding in Yuu-kun’s shadow, listening to everything!”

“Sorry, can you stick to rugby stories I’d understand!?”

That’s no laughing matter!

Is this guy a modern-day ninja? No, that actually makes more sense, which is the problem. The Inuzuka household itself feels like a ninja mansion… wait, this is a joke, right?

The only one unfazed by his entrance was Kureha-san.

“Ufufu. Hibari-kun, as flashy as ever~☆”

“And you, haven’t you softened a bit?”

“Ehh~ Saying a girl’s softened is so tactless~♪”

“Hmph. A little sarcasm like that wouldn’t hurt your tough personality, would it?”

They’re so casual despite the others here…

Of course, Tenma-kun, who didn’t know Hibari-san, whispered to me.

“Yuu-kun, who’s this?”

“Uh… he’s Himari’s older brother, here for her agency contract today, and Kureha-san’s classmate from her hometown.”

Like skimming the clear broth of a perfect ramen, I gave a clean, concise explanation.

There’s probably more to say, but… you know, saying the wrong thing could be scary. I need that investment.

But Tenma-kun seemed satisfied enough.

“Oh, maybe like the relationship with my mentor?”

“Yeah, exactly. Let’s go with that.”

Tenma-kun’s mentor, Shiiba Yatarou-san.

A classmate of Hibari-san’s, and apparently in some complicated relationship with Saku-neesan. With Yatarou-san as an example, that framing might make sense.

…But that’s exactly why it’s dangerous.

With the biggest smile I could muster, I grabbed Tenma-kun’s shoulders and gently, carefully explained.

“But never ask Yatarou-san for details. I can’t guarantee your safety.”

“Whoa, scary. What kind of minefield is that guy?”

The guy hides in shadows to eavesdrop! There are secrets in this world that ordinary people shouldn’t touch…

While I explained, Hibari-san and the others moved the conversation along.

“So? Calling me out specifically… you’re plotting something shady again, aren’t you?”

“Ufufu. Of course, you’re exactly right~☆”

Kureha-san smiled coyly and pulled her smartphone from her cleavage.

This woman loves these theatrics. Honestly, it’s poison for a wholesome teenager’s eyes, so I wish she’d stop doing it in everyday life.

Then she showed a video on her phone.

“Tch…!?”

Hibari-san and I froze in shock.

The video showed a young… boy who looked like Hibari-san in the same uniform as me, shyly singing to the camera.

…Ten years old, but I’ve never heard this song. Such romantic, super-sweet lyrics—definitely the kind girls would love.

“Kureha-san? This is…”

“Hibari-kun’s original song performance, confessing his love for me~☆”

That’s a brutal one…!

As I stood dumbfounded, she turned a beaming smile to Hibari-san.

“I’d love to hear it live again~☆”

“…!?”

Hibari-san’s face stiffened.

He couldn’t hide his agitation. His face paled slightly—it must be a seriously dangerous Pandora’s box. Come to think of it, something similar happened during the summer break…

After a long silence, Hibari-san nodded.

“…Fine. Kureha-kun, come to the next room.”

With resolve, he turned on his heel—

“In front of everyone~☆”

“…!?”

An utterly merciless condition was added.

Hibari-san’s eyes widened, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud. Clutching his chest in anguish, he shouted at Kureha-san, who wore a faint smile!

“Have you… fallen that far!?”

Things just got dramatic.

The sudden theatrics held my attention. Tenma-kun and Murakami-kun watched the unfolding events with bated breath.

As expected of guys, this kind of development is thrilling. Well, Sanae-san was just looking confused, like, “Huh? What’s going on?”

But I couldn’t just stand by and watch.

This was about my investment. I couldn’t let Hibari-san, who’s always helped me, bear such a cross.

“Hibari-san, you don’t have to do this for me…”

My words were cut off by his raised palm.

Turning back, Hibari-san gave a sad smile and said,

“…Yuu-kun, I have something to atone for.”

“W-What?”

Then, as if confessing a great sin, Hibari-san began to speak.

“When you and Himari became lovers, I knew it wouldn’t work out. But I stayed silent for the sake of your growth. I can say it was necessary, but the truth is, I hurt you.”

“No, that’s not true! The thing with Himari was my responsibility! I don’t regret it! I don’t resent you for it!”

But Hibari-san only smiled gently at my words.

A single tear rolled down his cheek—and sparkled. Seriously, where’s the light source?

“The days I spent with you shine like jewels in my heart.”

“That’s a bad flag!!”

…And so, at the cost of a great sacrifice, I gained a glimmer of hope.

That was a bit much.

I’m not denying it, since it was for me, but… having family black history exposed is rough. Especially the line, “You’re my one and only Sirius, my girl.” I’ll never forget it.

Seeing Hibari-san, slumped on the sofa after completing the ordeal, I vowed to treat him to something delicious later.

Meanwhile, Kureha-san, glowing with satisfaction, held up two fingers.

“Then, I’ll set two conditions for Yuu-chan~”

“Wait, what about Hibari-san’s sacrifice?”

“Ehh~? I never said that was the exchange condition~”

“Demon! You’re a demon!”

My anguished cry only seemed to delight Kureha-san more.

This woman’s got a seriously bad personality. Wait, is it really okay to ask her for investment? My organs won’t end up as collateral, right?

As I trembled, Kureha-san presented her conditions.

“The first is, before graduation, you’ll take an entrance exam~ You’ll need to show me what kind of creator you can become… in other words, what kind of profit you can bring me~☆”

Huh?

That sounds… normal?

“W-What’s the exam about?”

“Honestly, I didn’t expect Yuu-chan to come at me like this~ So I’ll decide the exam details later~☆”

“G-Got it. …What’s the other condition?”

I see.

So the other condition must be the truly wicked, witch-like one…

“The second is, you’ll enroll in a university in Tokyo~♪”

“Eh? A university…?”

At first glance, it doesn’t seem related to my creator activities…

As I looked puzzled, Sanae-san answered.

“As I mentioned during the school trip, Kureha-san’s investment only lasts until university graduation. To find ways to stand on your own after that, she requires university enrollment.”

“I see…”

Come to think of it, Sanae-san mentioned job hunting too.

This isn’t a personal condition for me—it’s a rule for everyone receiving her investment.

(This way of setting safeguards feels kinda like Saku-neesan…)

Kureha-san, for some reason, puffed out her chest proudly.

“Even if you get into university, if you fail a year, I’ll cut off the investment immediately~ We don’t believe in the ‘creators can be sloppy with their personal lives’ mindset. Modern creators need to adapt properly to society~”

“G-Got it…”

University enrollment, huh.

My parents are pretty stability-oriented, so they wouldn’t oppose me wanting to go to university. For tuition… I’ll ask Saku-neesan for advice.

The issue is studying.

Since I have to clear Kureha-san’s first condition, I might not have much time for studying.

But it should be fine.

After all, it just has to be “a university in Tokyo”…

“Oh, and one important thing to remember~”

“Important thing?”

Kureha-san narrowed her eyes slightly. The slightly villainous gesture gave me a bad feeling.

“‘Tokyo universities’ can vary widely in quality~ I’ll specify a few options, so choose from those~”

“Eh…”

As I froze, Kureha-san giggled.

“If you’re enrolling as a creator’s safety net, picking a school with no future prospects or an art vocational school is pointless~ Well, I don’t think Yuu-chan, whom Hibari-kun acknowledges, would resort to such cheap tricks~”

“…Right.”

Of course, yeah.

I wouldn’t even think of something that petty, haha…

But is that it?

Two conditions… “an entrance exam before graduation” and “enrolling in a Tokyo university.” That’s what she presented.

“Um…”

As I hesitated, Kureha-san tilted her head.

“What’s wrong~?”

“No, is that all…?”

Kureha-san looked at me curiously.

“…Yuu-chan, are you a masochist or something~?”

“No, I’m not! Definitely not!”

Damn, I reacted too strongly.

Being around Himari, I’ve been teased like this so many times that my body overreacts.

(But it’s Kureha-san! I thought she’d say something like, ‘If you fail, bring your family’s property deeds!’…)

As I felt oddly deflated, Tenma-kun said with a laugh,

“Haha. Thought she’d pile on impossible demands?”

“Well, yeah…”

“This deal has no downsides for Kureha-san. You only promised an exam before graduation, not asking for funding to prepare for it, right?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s true…”

Come to think of it, he’s right.

During the summer, Kureha-san’s big goal was getting Himari into her agency, but Himari’s already completed the entry process of her own will.

“Kureha-san’s ultimate goal is to be a business owner. If you’re a capable talent, she’s not the type to let you slip away. She thought it was worth at least testing you.”

“…!”

Those words made my heart leap unexpectedly.

Even last summer, Kureha-san tested me.

But back then, to her, I was just a pebble on the roadside. A mere tagalong to Himari, a tiny existence that could be blown away. It’s questionable if she even took me seriously.

But now, at least, she’s willing to invest the effort to see if I’m a stone or gold.

(…This is kinda exciting.)

I quietly clenched my fist.

As if seeing through my resolve, Kureha-san smiled softly… wait?

(If that’s the case, didn’t that mean Hibari-san didn’t need to perform that dark singing spectacle?)

…No, let’s not think about it.

No matter how much a kid like me racks his brain, I can’t change the past. What matters is the future, yeah!

“You’re chasing your dreams seriously, so you’ll clear these conditions easily, right~?”

“…Yes!”

I nodded.

The two conditions from earlier… they’re not something I can solve right away, but I’ll definitely clear them. Considering the reward, they’re almost too easy.

From behind, Hibari-san, who had been reduced to white ashes, revived and grabbed my shoulder firmly.

“It’ll be fine. If it comes to it, I’ve got your back!”

“T-Thank you…”

Hibari’s tutoring, huh…

Thinking back to the makeup exam I relied on him for a year ago still gives me goosebumps.

After that, Enomoto-san said something like, “Huh? Did your hair fall out?” and it gave me a scare…

(I’ll do my best on my own as much as possible!)

As I renewed my resolve, Tenma-kun extended his hand.

“Yuu-kun, I’m looking forward to working together next year.”

“Yeah!”

While firmly shaking hands, I set my sights on honing myself over the next year.

♣♣♣

—Hearing this story, Araki-sensei said,

“Oh, it’s over?”

“You’re already boiling somen for lunch!?”

“’Cause it was so long. Just get to the point~…”

“Araki-sensei…”

“Oh, what about lunch? I boiled enough for everyone, just in case.”

“Sorry, we already ate earlier…”

Her focus has completely shifted to lunch. Didn’t she say I was her first disciple? Is it really okay to look up to her…?

As I sulked alone, Himari said with a wry smile,

“So, to secure a patron after university, you have to define your creator’s style this year and convince that person.”

“Ohh~ So that’s what’s up~…”

Araki-sensei grated ginger into the somen broth. For someone so lazy, she’s surprisingly diligent about things like this…

“But honestly, I don’t think Natsume-kun needs a new style~”

“Being biased toward me doesn’t help…”

Thinking she might genuinely find it too bothersome to think about, I felt a bit shocked, but Araki-sensei shook her head with a laugh.

“No, no. I’m seriously saying you don’t need it~”

“What do you mean?”

She dipped the somen into the broth and slurped it up, continuing with a thoughtful “Hmm…” gesture.

“It’s weird, but a creator’s style can only come from their past.”

“From the past?”

“Your achievements have a pattern, and that becomes your specialty. That specialty gets recognized as your style… something like that, maybe?”

“Oh, yeah. I get what you mean.”

For example, famous artists in a certain field, or maybe athletes.

In interviews with successful people, you sometimes hear comments like, “I originally wanted to do something else.”

They didn’t aim for their current form by choice; it just happened by circumstance. But regardless of their ideals, their name gets praised.

“So, Natsume-kun, why don’t you look back at all your past works? You’re already more than capable of conversing with flowers.”

“…Yeah.”

That uncharacteristically serious advice from Araki-sensei warmed my heart.

What’s this? Araki-sensei’s actually been paying attention to me. I always thought she was kinda flaky, but she knows how to be serious when it counts.

Maybe I misunderstood Araki-sensei…

“‘Wednesday Campanella’ released a song called ‘Carolina,’ right?”

“Yeah… wait, what?”

Huh? Why?

As I tilted my head, Araki-sensei said with a smug look,

“I think the song said something like that.”

“Araki-sensei…”

You didn’t have to say that…

Even as I slumped, I mulled over her words in my mind.

(…A creator’s style can only come from past achievements, huh.)

As I pondered, something flickered in the back of my mind.

I feel like I had a conversation like this with someone before.

What was it?

Something shocking happened right after, and I completely forgot.

Well, what’s forgotten is gone.

I might remember it while thinking about my style going forward.

…Hopefully, that’s before Kureha-san’s exam.