Chapter VI | “Ultimate Beauty”

 

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Hello!

I’m Inuzuka Himari, the world-renowned beauty!

I’m Yuu’s destined companion, his beloved girlfriend, and, just for this summer, I’m also the poster girl for Enocchi’s family’s Western confectionery shop! I’m the super busy beauty right now☆

Today, I’m going to share a day in my life with you!

① Wake up!

I wake up before the sun rises, open the window, and take in a deep breath of the fresh air. The natural scent mixed with morning dew is lovely. Even during summer break, I keep a strict daily routine. Beauty comes from a disciplined life!

② Running!

I go for a morning run with my grandpa. This year has been so busy that I haven’t had much time for it, but I want to cherish these last few weeks with him. Keeping my figure in shape is a given for being Yuu’s partner!

③ Shower and breakfast!

The menu includes toast and sunny-side-up eggs prepared by my mom, along with a salad made from veggies grown in our backyard garden. The taste of fresh produce is so delightful!

④ Get ready and head to work!

I get a ride from my mom, stopping by the school on the way. Why go to school during summer break? To take care of the flower beds! The summer flowers have already been used for accessories, so nothing’s planted now, but I still need to check for any issues.

Hehe~. This “wife material” energy… I’m honestly falling for myself♪

After finishing my errands, I head to the biggest mission of this summer break—Enocchi’s family’s Western confectionery shop!

It’s a whimsical building that looks like a squirrel’s house from a fairy tale. Enocchi’s mom has such great taste! When we eventually open our own shop, I’ll definitely consult her on the design♪

I enter through the back and head to the changing room. After thoroughly washing my hands, I change into my clean uniform. Enocchi’s mom even does the laundry every day♪

Alright! Today, I’ll use my berry berry charming cuteness to sell tons of cakes☆

“Good morning!”

“Oh, Himari-chan, good morning!”

I greet Enocchi’s mom and the part-time lady. They’ve been here since early morning, baking sweets. I’ll help prepare the cakes until the shop opens.

First, I carry the finished cakes to the counter display. I arrange them neatly in the order I was taught and attach the POP signs. I make sure the Shine Muscat tart is clearly visible…

Mmm~ The smell of freshly baked butter is irresistible!

After arranging the goods, I go to get the next batch of cakes. Along the way, I give a swift kick to Makishima-kun, who’s tied up in the corner, and he lets out a lively voice.

“Mmmph! Mmmph────!?”

Whoops~. He’s pretty energetic for someone who’s been tied up since early morning♪ What’s he even saying? I can’t understand him, and it’s annoying♪ Let’s just take the cloth out of his mouth!

“……Pwah!? W-what’s this!? Why am I suddenly in Rin-chan’s family’s shop!?”

“Eh~. Didn’t you kidnap Yuu while he was sleeping too?”

“Calm down! That was Kureha-san’s doing, not mine!? Stop assuming I’m behind every scheme!”

For a criminal, he sure has a big attitude. Seems like I need to remind him of his place☆

“Alright, let’s start by smacking your butt with a tennis racket……”

“I said calm down!? How did you even get me out of my house!?”

“Your brother said he’d help transport you in exchange for one cosplay session in his handmade costumes~”

“That lolicon monk……”

I couldn’t let that comment slide, so I gave his butt another kick.

“Hehe~. That makes it sound like I have the body of a child, doesn’t it~?”

“Hmph. Considering how you look next to Rin-chan, I’d say it’s justified.”

“Enocchi’s just on a whole different level, I’m average! I’ll kill you♡”

I kept kicking his butt. Let’s see if I can give him hemorrhoids with this♪

……While I was messing around, Enocchi’s mom peeked out from the kitchen. She clasped her hands in front of her face and apologized to Makishima-kun in an adorable way.

“Sorry, Shinji-kun~. I accidentally let it slip~……”

“Tch. I see how it is……”

Now that he understood the situation, let’s move on. I finished arranging the cakes and smacked the now-empty tray to intimidate him.

“So? Care to be honest with me?”

“About what?”

“Hehe~. Don’t play dumb at this point. Enocchi’s chasing Yuu to Tokyo, isn’t she? What’s the goal?”

“……I’ll exercise my right to remain silent.”

Well, of course. I didn’t expect him to spill that easily. That’s why I made sure to set aside the whole night for this.

I quietly pulled out a photo from my pocket. The moment he saw it—Makishima-kun’s eyes widened!

“T-that’s……!?”

“Hehe~. You know what it is, don’t you, Makishima-kun~?”

I flaunted the photo I brought from home, making it flutter in front of him. His eyes were glued to it.

……This will work.

Feeling confident, I hid the photo behind my back.

“If Makishima-kun can be a little honest with me, I’ll give you this cheki of Kureha-san from her high school days~?”

[T/N: Cheki is the japanese word for a polaroid photograph]

“Grrrr……!?”

Hehehe.

I borrowed this precious cheki from my brother’s album—Kureha-san in her gym uniform from her school days before she became a model. If this were to hit the market, who knows how much it’d be worth?

Plus, this was taken right when Makishima-kun had a crush on Kureha-san. No ordinary man could resist this charm.

Makishima-kun gritted his teeth and groaned.

“……Hmph. It seems I’ve been underestimated.”

“Huh……?”

Could it be that the cheki doesn’t work?

Just as I gulped nervously, Makishima-kun’s eyes widened!

“If you want the truth, bring me at least five of those chekis!”

“Huh!? You’re pushing it too far!”

“Hmph. Sorry, but I might not get out of this unscathed either. I’ll need a proper reward for the info.”

“Tch. Well, I only brought three…… ah!?”

The moment I let that slip, Makishima-kun clicked his tongue, saying, “Come on.”

“Makishima-kun, you planned this, didn’t you!?”

“Hmph. You’re way too careless. Here, if you’re worried about Natsu, just hand over the three quietly.”

“Grrr……!”

This guy managed to get me to cough up all my leverage!

Makishima-kun urged me, “Come on, come on!” I barely managed to hold back my frustration as I handed him the three chekis.

“Here you go, thief!”

“Thanks as always!”

Deal settled.

I handed him two more chekis and untied him. He immediately checked his spoils.

(……Hehehe. Just kidding♪)

I pretended to be frustrated while secretly smirking.

Just as expected, Makishima-kun screamed in shock.

“Himari-chan, wait! What’s with the extra people in this cheki!?”

“Hehe~. That’s because my brother took it. Of course, the boys are in it too!”

“You’re kidding! This is fraud, isn’t it!?”

“Eh~? That’s not very nice~. It’s still a cheki with Kureha-san in it, right?”

Now it was my turn to urge him, “Come on, come on!”

“Oh my~? Makishima-kun, who was it that said, ‘I may be a flirt, but I never lie (smug)’ when we met at the café after Obon?”

“This girl…… Why on earth do I have to keep photos of that Perfect Human and my brother……”

“Well, there weren’t any solo ones~?”

Maybe he hid them somewhere or burned them.

Either way, searching further would be impossible. Plus, if he found out, he’d be seriously mad. This was a life-or-deal negotiation for me.

Enocchi’s mom peeked out from the door, muttering, “My daughter’s photos are being used in negotiations……” But I ignored her and continued the conversation.

Makishima-kun carefully tucked the chekis into his pocket.

“This trip is Rin-chan’s reward. Himari-chan, you’ve been taken care of all this time, so just let this one go.”

“But it’s dangerous if they’re alone together! Who knows when Yuu might fall into Enocchi’s clutches……”

“……It’s impressive how you can say that while completely overlooking your own actions.”

Shut up!

Forget about me! Don’t change the subject!

Makishima-kun let out a mocking laugh and grabbed a cinnamon rusk from the shelf. He plopped down on a chair in the eat-in corner and started munching on the rusk.

“Well, Natsu is devoted, but he’s also surprisingly easy to sway. Normally, that kind of development might be possible, but……”

After licking his fingers, he sighed and declared.

“There’s no problem. Rin-chan wouldn’t do anything wrong.”

“…………?”

What does that mean?

I tilted my head in confusion as Makishima-kun shrugged.

“Exactly what it sounds like. Rin-chan isn’t the type to do sneaky things like you, Himari-chan. It’s not just her innate nature but also how she was raised……”

“That sounds kinda mean, don’t you think?”

“If you feel that way, doesn’t it mean you have a guilty conscience?”

“……Can this guy even hold a normal conversation?”

Makishima-kun laughed breezily, “Hahaha.” Then, he added unnecessarily, “I’m normal with girls other than Himari-chan, you know.”

“Anyway, Himari-chan, why don’t you calm down a bit? As things stand, Natsu is already yours. Getting worked up like this only shows the depth of your relationship.”

“Ugh……!?”

I was cut down by his blunt logic.

The moment I fell silent, Makishima-kun smiled smugly.

“If you truly trust your bond with Natsu, you should just relax. Besides, can’t you trust Rin-chan, who’s been so devoted to you?”

“U, uu……!”

Completely defeated, I dropped to my knees.

……Y-yeah, that’s right. Yuu may be unreliable at times, but he’s the type to firmly say no when it matters. I should laugh it off and let him go on this trip with Enocchi.

And besides, even if they’re traveling together, they wouldn’t share a room, right? That would just be wrong on so many levels.

Alright, I’ve decided! I’ll show the depth of my generosity as the rightful wife!

As I was getting fired up, Makishima-kun suddenly laughed.

“Besides, Himari-chan, aren’t you in no position to talk about Natsu?”

“Huh?”

What does that mean?

Makishima-kun smiled meaningfully and looked out the window. Wondering what he saw, I turned my gaze……

Ding-ding, the bell on the cake shop’s door chimed.

Huh? Is it the delivery guy?

But they usually come in through the back. Then it must be a customer, but we’re still far from opening hours. Maybe they thought we were open because of the noise inside?

I quickly put on my perfect customer service smile. Like the poster girl I am, I greeted them with a polite bow.

“Welcome~♪”

I bowed my head to the well-dressed man in a suit.

“I’m very sorry, but we’re not open yet…… or…… wait.”

My words trailed off.

I recognized those polished shoes. As if to confirm my thoughts, a cheerful voice rang out from above me.

“Hey, Himari. Working hard at your part-time job, as usual!”

“……Onii-chan?”

It was my proud big brother, Hibari.

Why is he here? Did he come to buy cake?

No, buying cake before work makes no sense. Then, did he come to check on me? Wow, big bro’s so thoughtful……

(……No, let’s stop pretending to be an innocent girl)

I had a hunch—and it felt like it was about to be confirmed. My danger radar was going off like crazy. Cold sweat trickled down my back, and I felt uneasy……

“Haha. I scared you, didn’t I? I wanted to check something with you before work, Himari.”

“H-heh. I see. You surprised me……”

While having this casual conversation, I slowly looked up.

My brother’s cold, ruthless eyes stared down at me.

This is bad. I’m going to die.

Realizing this, my body moved. I turned around at a speed beyond my limits and reached for the kitchen door…… but it didn’t open!?

I frantically twisted the doorknob, but it didn’t budge.

“W-why? Just a moment ago… Ahh!?”

From the other side of the door, Makishima-kun was waving his hand lightly. Mouthing “Well, see you later,” he quickly left through the back door.

“Ah, that playboy…!?”

Just as I was about to curse him with a dirty word, my mouth was suddenly covered from behind by a hand. Then, a gentle voice whispered in my ear.

“Himari? A girl shouldn’t use such language, you know?”

“Ha, hi…”

Onii-chan’s hand is so cold…

Shivering, I turned around to see Onii-chan’s expressionless face, asking me in an extremely gentle tone.

“This morning. Did you take something from my study?”

“…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………GOMENASAI.”

Of course, I wasn’t forgiven.

Later, I heard that Enocchi’s mom and the others in the kitchen were listening to my screams and said, “Another lively morning, huh?” with a warm smile☆“

 

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Hello! I’m Natsume Yuu!

I’m usually a high school student, but I’m also striving to become a flower accessory creator. Recently, I started dating my longtime best friend Himari, and my high school life has been smooth sailing.

Right now, it’s the last week of summer vacation.

I’m in Tokyo with my classmate and good friend Enomoto-san. Although this summer vacation turned out to be full of unexpected things (starting with being kidnapped…), I’m thoroughly enjoying this fun trip.

And starting today, a big event for me begins.

Thanks to a connection from Enomoto-san’s older sister, Kureha-san, I’m going to meet an accessory creator. I don’t know who it is yet, but I’m sure it’ll be a wonderful encounter. After all, there are no bad people among creators!

I hope this will be another step in my growth!

Alright! I’m fired up!

That’s the kind of mood I was in as I welcomed the third morning in Tokyo.

Once again, the dazzling sunlight poured into the sweet room. It’s the perfect weather for a summer trip.

As I stared at the note stuck on the bedroom door, I felt utterly lost.

‘Traitors are not allowed to enter.’

From the other side of the door, a quiet aura of anger seeped out.

Of course, it was Enomoto-san’s. Last night, right after we returned from dinner with Kureha-san, she stuck this note on the door and holed herself up.

…She’s awake, right? I’ve been hearing rustling for a while now.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Enomoto-san? Are you awake?”

‘…………’

No response.

My stomach began to twist with pain.

…She’s mad, right?

This is the first time Enomoto-san has reacted like this, so I’m not entirely sure. It’d be easier if she just used her Iron Claw on me like usual…

Well, I know the reason. It’s probably because I ignored Enomoto-san and went along with Kureha-san’s invitation. I didn’t notice it last night, but Enomoto-san wasn’t keen on it.

(But was it worth being this mad…?)

Besides, I didn’t even agree to this trip from the start.

Being suddenly taken to Tokyo and told, “Let’s travel together,” was just confusing. I know Enomoto-san dislikes Kureha-san, but accessories are more important to me.

(Though, I have to admit, I’ve been enjoying it!)

Ugh, this is so frustrating…!

If I could just consult Himari about this… No, that’s impossible. If I do, it’ll come out that I’m in Tokyo with Enomoto-san. That’ll cause even more trouble once we’re back home. Why did things turn into this family-like separation even in Tokyo…?

There are two paths left for me.

Path 1: Leave Enomoto-san behind and go out. This is just delaying the solution. There’s a risk of making things worse.

Path 2: Somehow make Enomoto-san cheer up here. Extremely difficult.

Based on my experience over the past few months, I’m well aware that not choosing Path 2 will lead to trouble later. I’m growing in all the weirdest ways, huh!

“Enomoto-san. Breakfast will be here soon, won’t you come out?”

‘…………’

Of course, no response.

I didn’t expect this to pique her interest. I’m racking my brain as hard as I can. Hmm. To get Enomoto-san to forgive me and come out of the room… I honestly have no idea. If it were Himari, just mentioning Hibari-san’s name would’ve worked instantly…

Wait, what if…?

First, she needs to talk to me for things to start. And if I just need to get her out of the room, there might be another way besides making her forgive me.

The legend of Amano-Iwato.

The stage of this legend is said to exist in several places across the country, and one of them is in our hometown.

In short, it’s a myth about how ‘Amaterasu Omikami, the sun goddess, hid herself in a cave due to some incident. To save the world engulfed in darkness, the myriad deities tried various ways to lure her out.’

The result was that the straightforward approach didn’t work, but when everyone outside held a banquet, the sound of laughter drew Amaterasu Omikami out.

Applying this to the current situation…

“Ah, ah… Yeah. Once I meet the creator today, maybe I’ll go eat some delicious pancakes on the way back. It’s Tokyo, so they must be super delicious. I bet Enomoto-san would love them too.”

…Was that a bit too flat?

No, that should be within acceptable limits. The problem isn’t the delivery but the content. After hearing my words, Enomoto-san must be feeling like eating pancakes right now!

As I was nervously waiting, the door in front of me opened.

“Eh, Enomoto-san! You finally came out… Huh?”

The moment I let out a voice of joy, a sullen pair of eyes glared back at me. Huh? This doesn’t seem like what I imagined…

Enomoto-san, with a piercing gaze, muttered softly.

“Yuu-kun. Do you think I’m just a glutton…?”

“Of course not! I’m so sorry!”

Actually, I did. I’m really sorry.

As I prostrated myself on the spot, she coldly said,

“Do it over.”

“Yes…”

The door closed again.

In the living room, which now felt even more spacious, I sobbed. Do it over…

…But she did come out, right? The reward strategy must be on the right track. So, I need to set up a more desirable reward.

“Someone, anyone, give me advice…”

But who could give me advice on this…? Someone who knows Enomoto-san’s habits well and won’t let Himari find out that I’m in Tokyo with her.

Is there really such a convenient person…? No, there is. There definitely is.

In my mind, a flashy guy holding a fan and laughing loudly appeared.

But is this okay? Owing him something might cause trouble later… Ugh, but first, I don’t even have a way to contact him. My phone was confiscated by Saku-neesan during the summer break. I don’t even remember Makishima’s number.

As I was groaning, the room’s phone suddenly rang. Answering it, the hotel front desk greeted me.

‘There’s an outside call for Enomoto-san.’

“Ah, hello…”

Just as a bad feeling crept in, Kureha-san spoke up immediately.

‘Mornin’☆~~ Shall I give you Shinji-kun’s phone number~ ~?’

“How do you even know what I’m thinking!?”

You’re not really bugging me, are you!?

As I rummaged through my luggage, thinking this can’t just be because of her obvious personality…, Kureha-san continued cheerfully.

‘Fufufu~ Rion hasn’t changed since she was little~’

“Eh? What do you mean?”

‘Whenever something doesn’t go her way, she’d hole herself up in her room like this~ She used to give our mom a lot of trouble when she was younger~’

“R-really? That’s kinda surprising…”

I always thought of Enomoto-san as independent, so hearing such childish anecdotes feels fresh. I feel like I’m hearing something I shouldn’t, but it’s also become a bit fun.

“What do you do in such situations?”

‘Eh~? You’re asking me~?’

“I know it’s cheating, but if things stay like this, we might really end up going our separate ways…”

‘What a pain~ Alright, I’ll teach my precious little sister’s best friend a secret technique~’

A secret technique…

That chuuni-like phrase made me lean forward involuntarily. Hearing such childish words from a beautiful woman feels romantic, as a guy.

‘First, put this call on speaker mode, okay~?’

“Speaker? …Okay, done.”

Then, Kureha-san shouted in an unusually loud voice.

‘Rion’s measurements from middle school are~ ~!!’

“Onee-chaaaaaannn💢”

With a BANG, the bedroom door opened!

Enomoto-san came running out in a flurry, furiously slamming the room phone to hang up. It all happened in an instant.

In the now quiet living room, Enomoto-san was breathing heavily, Haa Haa. She glared at me with a bright red face and stretched out her arm.

(Crap! Is the Iron Claw coming!?)

I quickly raised both arms to guard my head.

But my head wasn’t grabbed. When I cautiously opened my eyes, a sofa cushion was smacked straight into my face.

“Mo~ ~!!”

“Uwa, wait… Buh!?”

“Mo~~, mo~~, mo~ ~!!”

“Eh, Enomoto-san!? Wait a sec… Buh!?”

After receiving a barrage of cushion attacks, I fell flat on my butt. But the fluffy onslaught continued!

“Why are you ignoring me and getting along with Onee-chan!?”

“No, no! What part of that looked like getting along!?”

“It totally did! You’re always like this, Yuu-kun! Even when it’s my turn, you’re always playing with Hii-chan!”

“What do you mean, ‘my turn’!?”

Since when was there a turn rule? I don’t remember being told about that.

After countless cushion attacks, Enomoto-san stopped, breathing heavily with tears in her eyes. She let out a “Uuu~!” as a warning (which was actually cute and counterproductive, Enomoto-san!), then turned her face away.

“I hate Yuu-kun. Go away.”

“…………”

Seriously… This reaction is so hard to deal with…

This is Enomoto-san, right? No, it clearly is, and it’s not like she’s someone else. But her behavior is so unlike anything I’ve seen before, I can’t even focus on the fact that I’m being scolded…

What should I do? How do I calm down this Enomoto-san who’s acting like a younger sister? I’m the youngest in my family, so I have no idea.

For now, it seems she doesn’t like me being in her line of sight. Yeah, that makes sense. Even this hotel was booked by Enomoto-san through Kureha-san. It’s not right for me to act like I own the place.

Hurriedly, I packed my things and grabbed my suitcase, turning back.

“O-okay. I’m really sorry.”

Ah, farewell, sweet room…

This was probably the first and last time I’ll ever stay in a suite in my life. I didn’t even get to enjoy the complimentary coffee because I thought I’d be staying for a few more days. I can’t play the piano, but I wanted to try the grand piano in the corner.

Is my Tokyo trip over? Wait, can a high school student even find a place to stay alone? Am I really not going to end up homeless…?

Just as I was about to open the entrance door, I was suddenly hit by a flurry of cushion attacks from behind!

“Mo~!!”

“Gyaa! It hurts, it doesn’t… hurt, but! Enomoto-san, seriously, what’s with you!?”

She pulled me back forcefully and dragged me back into the living room. Facing each other on the sofa, Enomoto-san roared.

“That’s not it!!”

“Then what is it!?”

I snapped back a little…

Because I just don’t get it. First, she won’t talk to me, and now she’s telling me to leave or not to!? Honestly, Himari is way easier to understand than this.

“Enomoto-san. What’s bothering you?”

Enomoto-san pouted and averted her gaze.

“…Why do you have to meet Onee-chan’s creator?”

So, that’s it…

I already knew, but I’m finally at the stage where we can talk. To avoid another cushion attack, I carefully chose my words.

“We’ve come all the way to Tokyo. This is a rare opportunity.”

“That’s not true. You can meet creators back home too, can’t you?”

“No, Tokyo is different.”

I’ve only experienced Tokyo life for two days.

But it’s enough to be certain. Shibuya on the first day. Ginza on the second. Both were filled with stimuli that I never experience in my daily life.

There’s no place back home with so many accessory shops lined up like this.

I was surprised to learn that flower shops selling the same products as back home could thrive in such a prime location in the city.

Tokyo isn’t just a place with a dense population.

It’s the forefront of all trends in Japan. I wonder what strategies the creators who survive in this battlefield have.

This is absolutely an experience I can’t get back home. There’s no guarantee that the moody Kureha-san will give me such an opportunity again. If I’m going to take it, it’s now.

“I want to try anything that will help me take even a small step forward. I know it’s understandable that you’re angry, Enomoto-san… but even if you end up hating me, I want to do what I need to do.”

“…………”

I know I’m saying something cowardly.

But I can’t back down here. Part of it is because I’m irritated by Kureha-san’s provocation, but it’s also something my intuition is telling me.

This is a turning point.

If I want to surpass the person I was a month ago, I have to take the leap.

As I stared at her intently, Enomoto-san puffed out her cheeks and looked away.

“Even if you can’t make it as a creator, you can always work at our Western confectionery shop…”

“No, that’s not the issue…”

“If Yuu-kun doesn’t want to do any other job, I’ll work instead.”

“What kind of situation is that!? Absolutely not!”

That’s not being a creator, that’s being a freeloader!

Hibari-san’s kind of like that too, but why do they want to support me? Do I really look like someone who doesn’t want to work…?

“Enomoto-san, please!”

“Hmph.”

…Did she just say ‘hmph’ out loud?

No, that doesn’t matter. I can’t waste this rare opportunity. I put my hands together and bowed deeply.

“I’ll do anything!”

Enomoto-san reacted with a twitch.

“Anything?”

“W-within the bounds of friendship…”

She gave me a penetrating look as I hesitated. Just as I thought it wasn’t going to work, her eyes sparkled.

“Then, pat my head and say, ‘Rion’s so cute today.’”

“…………”

Guh…!

Why are you casually asking for something so dangerous? And why do you look so smug about it!?

“What’s with that influence…?”

“After you fell asleep, I saw it on a late-night drama. There are so many channels here, it’s great.”

“Damn, such a rich lineup we don’t have back home!”

It’s exactly the kind of cheesy school romance drama Himari’s mom would love. I’m surprised Enomoto-san watches that kind of stuff… Wait, what?

I thought Enomoto-san might watch those kind of dramas with handsome guys, but she didn’t seem like the type to be into them.

And yet, she’s using it so precisely… Aha!

“Enomoto-san. Are you trying to make me do something embarrassing on purpose…?”

“…………”

Enomoto-san clenched her fists silently. Then, with flames of determination rising from her back, she shouted with a strong resolve.

“To protect this reward trip, I’ll even become a demon!”

“Seriously?”

I’ve said it before, but declaring your evil plans to the target isn’t a good idea.

But Enomoto-san’s strategy was incredibly effective. Thanks to that, I was completely cornered. I mean, I could just go alone without caring, but without a phone, navigating Tokyo alone is a nightmare, right? Please come with me.

Enomoto-san leaned in closer.

“Yuu-kun. Hurry up.”

“Grrr…”

I clenched my fists tightly. The effect was indeed substantial.

But there’s something Enomoto-san didn’t account for. Over the past few months, my tolerance for this kind of teasing has increased slightly thanks to the borderline embarrassing back-and-forths with Himari.

I boldly placed my hand on Enomoto-san’s head. After giving her a couple of gentle pats, I suppressed my twitching lips and said,

“R-Rion. You’re so cute today.”

“…………”

Swoosh! And as a bonus, I struck the most embarrassing pose of my life! How about that, Enomoto-san? Are you satisfied now… Huh?

Enomoto-san’s expression was completely blank. She stared at me with emotionless eyes. What’s wrong, Enomoto-san? Are you feeling unwell…? As I worriedly ruffled her hair, she suddenly turned bright red and raised a cushion!

“Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!”

“What’s wrong!? I did what you asked!”

“Yuu-kun’s not the type to do something so flashy! Why did you just do it normally!? I hate it when you show off how close you are with Hii-chan like this!!”

“But you’re the one who told me to do it!?”

And so, I successfully got Enomoto-san’s permission.

It’s not entirely satisfying, but for now, I’ve won!

 

♣♣♣

 

11 a.m. We arrived at our meeting place in Shibuya.

There were still about two hours left before my meeting with the creator. The reason we came so early was due to Enomoto-san’s advice.

In front of the same Hachiko statue from the day before yesterday, Enomoto-san snorted.

“First, we need to equip Yuu-kun properly.”

“What do you mean…?”

Ignoring my confusion, Enomoto-san continued.

“You understood from yesterday’s explanation, right? The creator we’re meeting is one of the people Onee-chan is funding.”

“I heard that, but…”

Kureha-san gathered these creators with the intention of eventually starting her own agency.

I understand that, but what’s the issue? As I tilted my head in confusion, Enomoto-san’s eyes widened.

“They might be just as bad as Onee-chan… No, they definitely are!”

“Your trust in your own sister is way too low…”

But the fact that I couldn’t completely deny it was also true…

As I was feeling conflicted, Enomoto-san was burning with fighting spirit.

“I have to protect Yuu-kun!”

“Uh, am I really that unreliable…?”

Ah, she nodded seriously.

Damn. Thinking back on my past behavior, it’s frustrating that I can’t deny it…

“Anyway, let’s make sure Yuu-kun doesn’t get underestimated by dressing properly.”

“Eh. Is this outfit not okay?”

I tugged at the hem of my clothes. My usual hoodie and jeans. …Yeah, this is definitely not okay.

Even if I didn’t have time to pick out clothes back home, this is a bit too worn out. This isn’t a trip to the local convenience store.

“But will a last-minute change really help…?”

“Hmm. I’m not sure either. Trends are already outdated by the time they’re featured in magazines…”

If you don’t know, maybe we should just go as is… No, but if they think I’m a country bumpkin and can’t communicate properly, that’d be bad.

As the two of us country folks groaned, I suddenly noticed a lively group nearby.

There was a stunningly beautiful couple radiating an aura of elegance.

A refreshingly handsome guy who looked like a blonde idol and a laid-back woman with glasses and a single ponytail. Their aura was simply overwhelming. They didn’t seem much older than us, but in a way, they reminded me of Hibari-san.

Young people, both boys and girls, were talking to the couple about various things. The couple responded with practiced ease, which only added to the impression that they weren’t ordinary folks.

“Celebrities, maybe? As expected of Tokyo…”

As I admired them, Enomoto-san eagerly answered.

“Both of them were idols who debuted about two years ago.”

“Ah, I thought so.”

“The guy is probably Itou-kun from ‘Tokyo☆Shinwa,’ and the girl is Sanae-chan from ‘Velvet’… I think. They’ve both matured a bit.”

“If they’re former members, what are they doing now?”

Enomoto-san answered with a grim expression.

“There were some issues, and both groups disbanded.”

“That’s unfortunate…”

I’ve heard it’s a harsh world, but seeing two people who’ve gone through such an ordeal makes me feel somber. What’s tough is realizing this isn’t just someone else’s story…

“The other members moved to different agencies, but those two stayed with their original agency.”

“Huh. Enomoto-san, you’re really knowledgeable.”

Though I was just casually impressed, Enomoto-san’s expression turned extremely displeased.

“…They were in the same agency as Onee-chan’s group.”

“Ah, I see…”

That’s a huge landmine. If it’s a sensitive topic, I wish you’d stop bringing it up…

But a former idol couple on a date in Shibuya, huh? Growing up in the countryside, I can’t quite relate, but do people in the city not mind that kind of thing?

As I was pondering something that was none of my business, Enomoto-san tugged at the sleeve of my hoodie. I looked to see her holding her phone, her eyes sparkling.

“Yuu-kun. For memories.”

“Isn’t that rude…?”

“It’s fine. Look, other girls are taking photos too. This kind of opportunity is rare.”

“That’s true, but…”

The blonde guy was taking photos with what seemed like fans. Even though his group disbanded two years ago, he’s still incredibly popular. Maybe he’s still active as a solo artist? He was handing out what looked like business cards.

Enomoto-san fearlessly pushed her way into the crowd.

“Enomoto-san, you’re such a fangirl…”

“I think Yuu-kun’s too jaded. As a creator, it’s better to be interested in various things.”

Guh!

Hit right in the gut with a valid point. Yeah, I guess my sensitivity’s been dead for a while, huh?

“O-okay. I’ll try harder…”

After all, I’m about to meet a creator for the first time. This is all part of the experience.

But how am I supposed to handle this crowd? I’m not good at talking to strangers to begin with.

As I was thinking that, Enomoto-san waved her hands energetically and shouted.

“Hey, hey, hey! Can you take a photo of us!?”

“Enomoto-san’s as energetic as she was on the first day at the wrestling match!?”

“Yuu-kun, join in too! I want a photo with my boyfriend!?”

“Why with me!? And since when am I your boyfriend!?”

But Enomoto-san’s all-out strategy worked, and the blonde pretty boy made eye contact with me.

Immediately, his eyes widened. After apologizing to the girl he was talking to, he started walking toward us.

(Huh? Seriously, me…?)

Just as I was flustered—he walked right past me.

What the…? The blonde boy stood in front of Enomoto-san. He bent down and suddenly kissed the back of her hand.

“You have such beautiful hands.”

The crowd buzzed.

An indescribable tension filled the air. Of course it did. A celebrity just started hitting on a fan out of nowhere.

What’s going to happen? Is Enomoto-san going to get scouted by an agency… Wait, why? My thought process is completely colored by the recent trouble with Kureha-san.

As I was thinking that, Enomoto-san mercilessly flicked his hand away. Then, she cracked her knuckles while crossing her arms, exuding murderous intent.

For some reason, a dark aura of rage was rising from her back.

“Yuu-kun. Do you want to see the backbreaker from Korakuen Hall again…?”

“Wait!? Weren’t you a fan!?”

“Fans keep their idols at a distance for a reason!”

“Ohhh!? So Enomoto-san’s the type of fan with strict principles!?”

Ignoring my attempts to stop her, Enomoto-san prepared to strike with deadly intent. That kiss must have really pissed her off. She’s the one who wanted to take a photo in the first place…

“Die, you flirt!”

“Whoa!?”

The blonde pretty boy fell on his butt. As his perfectly styled hair was roughly grabbed, he made a slightly blissful expression and moaned, “Ahhn♡” (why?).

But in an instant, he screamed as he was locked in a golden Iron Claw.

“Agh!? It hurts, it hurts!? I-It was a misunderstanding! I just wanted to say my accessories would suit your hands…”

Enomoto-san furrowed her brows suspiciously.

“…Hands?”

“Y-Yeah. Someone with beautiful hands like yours would look great wearing my accessories.”

He quickly put on a hat and took out a business card holder from his pocket.

“I’m a designer trainee at ‘Origin Productions.’ Here’s my card.”

He handed us a card with a skull-like design on it, something avant-garde.

Sure enough, alongside the agency’s logo, it said ‘Designer Trainee.’ Enomoto-san and I exchanged looks.

“…Designer trainee?”

The blonde pretty boy smiled with the aura of a former idol, radiating charisma.

“A few years ago, I was an idol there. Now, I’m studying accessories under someone.”

“Accessories…?”

Something clicked in Enomoto-san’s and my heads.

“Wait, are you Kureha-san’s…?”

“…!?”

The blonde pretty boy’s face lit up. He suddenly grabbed my shoulders and shook me excitedly.

“That’s right! You’re Natsume-kun, aren’t you!?”

“Y-yes, I’m Natsume…”

“Wow, you’re taller than I thought! I’m not that tall, so I’m really jealous!”

“Uh, thank you… (?)”

I didn’t really understand, but I guess I was being welcomed. I was relieved he didn’t seem like a scary person. Well, he’s scary in another way…

Then, the woman with glasses peeked out from behind him. The laid-back woman who’d been standing next to him earlier. She smiled perfectly when she made eye contact with me.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Sanae from Origin Productions. Since we’re here, why don’t we change locations? I’ve reserved a nice place.”

“Ah, sure…”

She gave off such a mature and kind impression. I couldn’t help but feel a little flustered.

“…💢”

“Ouch!?”

Enomoto-san pinched my butt secretly. Why, though?

 

♣♣♣

 

We were led to a stylish bar & café in a back alley near Shibuya Station. Apparently, it’s a coffee shop during the day and a bar at night.

Nervous in such a mature establishment, I asked the guy sitting across from me.

“By the way, why did you come two hours early…?”

“Huh? Ah, Kureha-san told me, ‘Yuu-chan and the others will probably come early to do something unnecessary, so catch them~☆.’ I didn’t think they’d actually come, though.”

“Ah, I see…”

What’s with the Kureha-san impressions? Is that popular in Tokyo? Honestly, nothing she says surprises me anymore…

As I slumped in exhaustion, the blonde pretty boy introduced himself again.

“I’m Itou Pegasus. I’m a third-year in high school, one year above you. Nice to meet you.”

“Ah, I’m Natsume Yuu… Pegasus?”

Thinking it might be his stage name from his idol days, Itou-san chuckled and shook his head.

“That’s my real name. It’s quite something, isn’t it?”

He’s laughing about it like it’s someone else’s problem.

The woman with glasses next to him added more details.

“The group he was in, ‘Tokyo☆Shinwa,’ was made up of pretty boys with flashy names.”

“There were others like ‘Angel’ and ‘Dragon,’ kids with mythological names. They all liked their names, but that part wasn’t understood and they got a lot of criticism. …Ah. You can call me Pegasus or Tenma, whichever you prefer.”

“Then, can I call you Tenma-san? I’m not used to Pegasus…”

“Of course. Sanae-san and the fans call me that too, so it’s fine.”

The woman with glasses poured a red juice from a glass pitcher. It was sangria juice, a stylish drink with colorful fruits floating in it. It had a natural sweetness and was really delicious.

She also handed us her business card. It had similar wording to Tenma-kun’s, but with a Native American-style design.

“I’m Sanae Miko. I was originally in a dance unit called ‘Velvet,’ but now, like him, I’m learning accessory-making under Kureha-san. I’m a second-year in college, so I’m three years older than you.”

“Nice to meet you…”

A college student… That keyword made my heart race. Enomoto-san next to me was glaring intensely, so I made sure not to show it on my face!

She’s the type of beauty I usually find intimidating, but for some reason, she didn’t feel scary. She had a very soft aura, and talking to her was calming.

…Then, for some reason, Tenma-kun and Sanae-san were looking at me with knowing smiles. They were grinning like they were looking at some rare creature.

Aha! Could this be what Enomoto-san was worried about?

“Um, is my worn-out hoodie not okay for a first meeting…?”

“Ah! No, Natsume-kun, that’s not it. It’s not what you think.”

They both hurriedly denied it.

“Eh? Then what is it…?”

They exchanged looks and laughed.

“We heard you stood up to the scary Kureha-san, so we expected someone rougher. You’re from Kyushu, after all. But you seem sincere, so we’re relieved.”

“I was worried you’d suddenly challenge us to an accessory showdown. You’re from Kyushu, after all. But you seem intellectual, so that’s good.”

The prejudice against guys from Kyushu is so strong…!

(Well, I’m also relieved they seem like good people…)

They talked to us in a friendly manner, making the tension I felt earlier seem silly.

…The problem was Enomoto-san next to me.

She’s been giving them suspicious glares with maximum caution. What’s she so mad about…? Wait, has Enomoto-san always been like this? Her impression keeps changing since we came to Tokyo, so I’m not sure anymore…

I whispered to Enomoto-san.

“Enomoto-san. You don’t have to be so wary…”

But Enomoto-san’s attitude was cold.

“Trying to kiss someone you just met is unacceptable.”

Uh, Enomoto-san, aren’t you one to talk?

You’ve been pushing for a ‘best friend kiss’ and ‘summer memories’ this whole time, right?

“Anyway, Yuu-kun, you need to be more cautious. You never know when you’ll fall into a trap.”

“A trap…?”

I think Enomoto-san’s just being stubborn because of her rivalry with Kureha-san.

As I felt slightly unconvinced, Tenma-kun took my hand with a friendly smile. Ignoring my surprise, he stroked the back of my hand with his palm.

“As expected of a creator introduced by Kureha-san. Fufu. You have nice hands…”

“Uh, wait? Tenma-san…?”

“Tenma-san? That’s so formal. Feel free to treat me like a classmate. Fufu…”

“Ah, okay… Then, Tenma-kun…”

Stroke, stroke, stroke…

While he spoke, he continued to stroke my hand. He slid his fingers between mine, gently yet persistently. This is clearly crossing the line of normal male interaction… Or is it? Damn Hibari-san for making me question this!

Anyway, Tenma-kun’s eyes were completely lit up. As I froze—he suddenly kissed the back of my hand!

“You’re amazing. Your fingers are long and sturdy. Masculine and thick, yet your skin is smooth. I never thought I’d meet someone as talented as you…”

Ah, I get it! This guy’s talking to my hand, isn’t he!?

Sanae-san poked Tenma-kun’s head, which was emitting a mysterious “Fufufufu…” She apologized as she pulled him away. Tenma-kun reluctantly moved back, saying “Ahh…”

“Sorry. He’s a severe hand fetishist.”

“Hand fetishist…”

That sounds familiar.

As Enomoto-san and I looked at him suspiciously, Tenma-kun smiled refreshingly.

“Have you ever heard the ‘voice’ of your hands?”

“What do you mean…?”

“Exactly that. Well-cared-for hands play beautiful songs. I feel the love from your hands.”

“…………”

Enomoto-san tugged at my sleeve. Her expression clearly said, “Let’s go? Let’s just go, okay?”

In response, I smiled faintly.

Then, instead of Enomoto-san, I firmly grasped Tenma-kun’s hand.

“I get it. I also feel the will in well-cared-for flowers.”

“!? You do too!?”

“Sometimes I can’t help but talk to them. I mean, I can’t ignore them when they’re talking to me.”

“Exactly! I feel the same way! Because we’re each other’s one and only partners!”

Tenma-kun and I exchanged a firm handshake like we’d been friends for ten years.

“Just as Kureha-san said! Natsume-kun, you’re such a good pervert!”

“I was scared when I heard Tenma-kun was a former idol, but… I’m really glad I met you!”

Enomoto-san looked disgusted, but I couldn’t care less.

I wanted to savor this joy. Meeting someone who feels the same way as me, in a place so far from home… It’s a miracle.

Our gazes naturally turned to Sanae-san.

She sighed, “Boys will be boys…” and pulled out a jewelry pouch from her bag. It was filled with colorful natural stones, probably for making accessories.

“I carry the stones I use for accessories with me for a month. No, ‘carry’ isn’t the right word. I live with them, syncing with them. Then I can hear their voices, and after selling them to clients, I feel like they’ll be happy…”

“──I get it!!”

Tenma-kun and I shouted at the same time.

What a sincere woman when it comes to accessories. I’d do the same if I could, but flowers would wither if I carried them around…

“Hey, Yuu-kun.”

“Ah, Enomoto-san. Sorry.”

Enomoto-san, who’d been left out, hesitated before speaking.

“I get that you’re clicking, so let’s exchange contact info and go…”

Then, Tenma-kun said to Sanae-san.

“Right, Sanae-san. Do you think Natsume-kun could join us for that?”

Enomoto-san was about to say something, but I was already distracted. Sanae-san nodded in agreement with Tenma-kun’s words.

“What’s that about?”

When I asked, Sanae-san replied.

“Next weekend, we’re holding an exhibition and sale for our accessories. We’d love to see your accessories too, so would you like to join us?”

“Really!?”

I leaned forward as I asked, and they both happily agreed.

“Ah, but wait. I don’t have any accessories for sale with me…”

“If possible, could you send them from your hometown? I heard from Kureha-san that you have a partner back home.”

Ah, that’s an idea.

My summer flower accessories are already finished and ready for shipment. I can call Himari and have her send them right away.

(Next weekend… Today’s Wednesday, so it’s just barely possible…)

As I calculated the schedule, I noticed Enomoto-san staring at me. Oh no. I’ve been neglecting her.

“Uh, Enomoto-san…”

“…Hmph.”

Ah, she said ‘hmpf’ again!

I whispered to her so Tenma-kun and Sanae-san wouldn’t notice.

“Um, the exhibition…”

“Absolutely not.”

“Can’t we just…”

“We agreed to just meet them.”

“But they invited us…”

“It’s none of my business.”

“Ah, tomorrow’s your day!”

“That was already agreed upon.”

Even when I tried to casually make eye contact, she sharply avoided it.

(No, don’t panic. I’ll convince her tomorrow…!)

 

♣♣♣

 

For now, I left the café alone and made a call on the street.

Enomoto-san didn’t lend me her phone, so I was in a bind, but Tenma-kun kindly lent me his. He’s so nice.

Himari should be working part-time at Enomoto-san’s family’s Western confectionery shop, so I called the landline there. Himari, who was on shift, answered immediately.

“Thank you for calling! This is the House of Sweets, Cheshire Cat♡”

“Ah, Himari? It’s me…”

The call ended abruptly.

What the…? I redialed. Did I get the wrong number…? No, that’s definitely the name of Enomoto-san’s family’s shop, right?

Himari answered immediately.

“Thank you for calling! This is the House of Sweets, Cheshire Cat♡”

It felt like I was talking to a recording since it was exactly the same as before. With a bad feeling, I tried to communicate differently this time.

“Um, my name is Natsume Yuu. Is Himari working there…?”

“I don’t know her.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t know any man named Natsume Yuu.”

“Uh, Himari…?”

I heard a deep breath on the other end of the line.

Then came the cold, merciless announcement.

“A cheater who lies to his girlfriend and goes on a trip to Tokyo with another woman is not the Yuu I know. Imposter, die.”

Click. The receiver was slammed down. I stared at the phone in shock.

“Whaaaat…?”

Wait a minute. Does this mean Himari already knows I’m in Tokyo with Enomoto-san? What’s going on, Makishima?

Flustered, I tried a third time.

“Thank you for calling! This is the House of Sweets, Cheshire Cat♡”

…The fact that she’s still answering the phone means my girl is a reliable face of the shop. Proud of her.

“Uh, Himari. There’s a deep reason for this…”

“It’s fine. I’m a forgiving woman, so I’ll hear you out.”

Sure you are.

“You know, after what happened with Kureha-san earlier, I’ve been indebted to Enomoto-san, right?”

“I heard that from Makishima-kun.”

“Then you understand, right? She said she wanted to travel with me, and if this can be a way to repay her…”

I could feel Himari smiling faintly.

Then she screamed.

“Do you think I’d understand──────────────────────!!?”

Of course not.

“Yuu! Don’t you think you’re saying something weird? A guy with a girlfriend traveling with another girl is usually a no-go, right!?”

Her logic is so spot-on that I have no rebuttal.

She’s right. I got swept up in Enomoto-san and the others’ pace, but that’s the kind of reaction I should’ve expected. …Though, it’s a bit hard to accept being lectured by Himari.

“Nothing like what you’re thinking is happening! We’re just hanging out together!”

“Really? Just eating meals together?”

“Yeah. Trust me.”

“Just sightseeing together?”

“Yeah, yeah. We just went to the observation deck of a skyscraper and took photos together.”

“You’re not being pressured for kisses every time something happens, are you?”

“O-of course not!”

“…Your response was weird just now, wasn’t it?”

“I-it’s just your imagination, seriously!?”

I was totally pressured.

But I can’t say that. I’ll take this to my grave!

“Really, nothing’s happening! The only one I love in this world is you, Himari!”

“Ugh…”

Himari seemed to fluster for a moment, her momentum faltering. Then she started speaking rapidly, like she was reciting a sutra.

“W-well? I know Yuu loves me too much, right? And, you know, you’ve proven yourself to have no guts when it comes to that kind of thing, right? We’ve been best friends for over two years, and nothing’s happened between us, so I can tell, right? As the most wife-material girl in the world, Himari-chan should just stay calm, right!?”

O-okay. I don’t really get it, but I’m glad Himari’s in a better mood now.

…But my girlfriend is too easy. It’s amazing how she kept saying stuff like ‘I’ll never fall in love in my life’ with a straight face for over two years. The fact that Himari’s gap is something only I get to see makes me love her even more, my honey.

Himari’s voice was soft, as if I could see her cute smile.

“Ahaha. I got a bit carried away. I’m embarrassed. I’m sure you’re not sharing a hotel room or anything, right?”

“…………”

“Huh? Yuu?”

“O-of course not! That’s obvious, isn’t it!?”

That was close…!?

A critical hit came out of nowhere when I let my guard down, and I froze for a moment! I covered it up on the spot, but the guilt is killing me…!

My heart was racing as Himari continued.

“So? Did you have something you needed?”

“Ah, right. I need a favor from you, urgently──”

I explained about the exhibition I was invited to by Tenma-kun and the others and how my accessories would be displayed there too.

Then Himari exclaimed excitedly.

“That’s amazing! Yuu, you got along with people you just met!?”

“That’s what you focus on!? Well, Tenma-kun and the others are nice people. We kind of had a creator’s camaraderie.”

Himari, Enomoto-san, and even Hibari-san would understand.

But that’s just in the sense of ‘cheering me on.’ Of course, I’m grateful, but this is the first time I’ve met people who share the same experiences as me. In this faraway place, Tenma-kun, the others, and I are truly connected.

I’m so happy about it that I’m practically floating, and Himari can probably tell through the call. She raised her voice excitedly.

“Alright, Yuu! If you’re selling them too, go all out and crush it!”

“Crush it…?”

“No, no. Competing is what makes us soulmates, right? I’m getting fired up too. I might just be blown away by how amazing your accessories are.”

“What are you talking about…?”

I smiled wryly, but I understood her words. If possible, I hope Tenma-kun and the others like my accessories too.

Then, a familiar bell rang through the phone. It signaled a customer at the shop.

“Oh no, a customer! I’ll send the accessories right away! The address is…”

“Ah, send them to the hotel I’m staying at. I’ll arrange for the front desk to receive them.”

“Got it! I’ll go get them from school as soon as my shift ends!”

I gave her the hotel name, and Himari jotted it down.

“Yuu, do your best! Mwah♡”

The call ended with a kiss sent through the phone.

Completely caught off guard, I crouched down and covered my face. …My girlfriend’s cuteness, undeterred by an 800-kilometer distance, is making my heart stop.

(She’s invincible~ ~…)

…Once I finally calmed down, I hurried back into the cafe.

“Thanks for the phone. I managed to get the accessories sent…”

I returned to the table with Tenma-kun and the others and was at a loss for words.

Enomoto-san was glaring────at Tenma-kun and the others. Her aura was like a cat puffing up its tail at an enemy invading its territory!

I handed the phone back to Tenma-kun and Sanae-san, who were smiling awkwardly and confused.

“Enomoto-san, did something happen? What’s wrong?”

“Ah, no. Nothing happened, but it seems I offended her when we were talking while you were gone…”

Ugh…

I looked over to see Enomoto-san pouting and looking away. She looked like an elementary school kid insisting, ‘It’s not my fault!’ It’s cute, but isn’t this a bit much for a high schooler, Enomoto-san!?

Sanae-san explained hesitantly.

“We heard she’s Kureha-san’s sister, so we invited her to join us for a meal with Kureha-san after the exhibition…”

“Ah, I see…”

I get it now.

They probably stepped on one of Enomoto-san’s landmines without realizing it. Even I don’t fully understand the feud between Enomoto-san and Kureha-san.

“Sorry. Enomoto-san and Kureha-san aren’t on good terms…”

“Ah, I see. That’s our bad.”

As Tenma-kun and Sanae-san panicked, Enomoto-san stood up. She grabbed my arm and started pulling me away.

“Yuu-kun. Let’s go.”

“Huh? Wait, Enomoto-san!?”

“We’re done here, aren’t we?”

“Well, but…”

I wanted to talk to Tenma-kun and the others a bit more…

I thought that──ugh, ahhh! She’s pulling me away without even listening!? Enomoto-san, you’re being way too harsh today!?

“Yuu-kun isn’t going to the exhibition.”

With that, she quickly tried to leave the café. Then Tenma-kun hurriedly showed me his business card.

“Natsume-kun! We’re setting up for the exhibition the day after tomorrow. Call the number on this card!”

“Ah, thank you!”

With that promise, I left the café with Enomoto-san.

 

♡♡♡

 

On the way back to the hotel, I stopped by a supermarket with Yuu-kun.

It was a stylish supermarket specializing in imported foods. The atmosphere, something we didn’t have back home, made me a little excited.

Yuu-kun pushed the shopping cart while walking beside me.

“Yuu-kun. What do you want for dinner?”

“Aren’t we eating out today?”

“The hotel has a kitchen, so I’ll cook.”

“Seriously? I’m really looking forward to it.”

Yuu-kun laughed and agreed. We’ve been eating out since we got to Tokyo. Getting used to luxury isn’t good, right?

“Hmm. If it’s something you’re cooking, I’ll eat anything.”

“Then…”

I found some imported pasta on the shelf of dried noodles.

A short pasta called Frigge, twisted like a drill. I’ve heard the sauce clings to it well, making it delicious. When I pointed at it and asked, “How about this?” Yuu-kun nodded and put it in the cart. It felt like newlyweds. Hehe…

I grabbed a can of imported tomatoes and fresh vegetables. Then some minced meat and a few seasonings. Tonight’s dinner will be tomato sauce pasta with summer vegetables.

“Uh, Enomoto-san. About the exhibition…”

“No.”

Yuu-kun made a sad face. It stung a bit, but I had to hold firm. I’m not going to agree to everything he says.

On the way to the checkout, we passed the sweets section. The colorful shelves caught our eyes, and we both stopped.

Imported snacks, cookies, and chocolates were lined up. They all looked high-calorie and delicious.

…Huh!?

Yuu-kun very naturally tried to put a bag of imported chips in the cart. I desperately stopped him.

“No. You can’t, Yuu-kun.”

“But we can’t get these back home…”

“You’ve been eating sweets nonstop since yesterday.”

Yuu-kun hesitated. I pinched his side a little. Not that it’d show up so quickly, but yesterday’s sweets spree must’ve been worrying.

Still, he couldn’t give up and gave me a pleading look.

“But it’s a rare opportunity during this trip…”

“You can order them online if you want them.”

“Well, yeah, but…”

His pouting face is cute──wait, no! Ah, he’s being drawn to the shining caramel florentines!?

“Yuu-kun! Do you think it’s okay for an accessory creator to be chubby!?”

“Ugh…”

It’s a bit underhanded, but I’m hitting Yuu-kun’s weak point. An accessory creator should be stylish──that’s what Hii-chan taught me.

It worked like a charm, and Yuu-kun gave up immediately.

“…Alright. I’ll resist.”

“Yeah. You’re doing great, Yuu-kun.”

Then we headed to the checkout.

Yuu-kun avoided eye contact with me. Was it that much of a shock? Maybe I should’ve let him have one bag… No, no. We’ve been eating out a lot since we got to Tokyo. We need to balance our diet.

(No matter what, I’m Yuu-kun’s best friend…!)

I hyped myself up alone as we reached the checkout.

Then, Yuu-kun took out his wallet and said,

“I’ll pay. Enomoto-san, wait outside.”

“Eh, but…”

“You’re cooking for me, so it’s only natural I pay.”

“Alright then.”

Yuu-kun’s so kind…

And that moment felt like an equal relationship. Alright, I’ll make a delicious dinner for Yuu-kun.

But the moment I turned my back to Yuu-kun──I noticed it. His cheeks relaxed, and for a moment, he gave a small, triumphant fist pump…

“…………”

I circled around the checkout and secretly peeked into the cart from behind Yuu-kun.

The chips I had just put back on the shelf were in there.

I picked them up, and Yuu-kun noticed with a “Huh!?” I held up the chips and smiled playfully.

“Yuu-kun? What’s this~?”

“Eh, Enomoto-san!? How…?”

“You looked way too happy, so I knew something was up.”

“My facial muscles are too honest…!”

I sighed and went to put the chips back on the shelf. Yuu-kun scrambled after me, panicking.

“Just one bag, what’s the big deal!?”

“No way. You won’t be able to eat my cooking.”

“I’ll finish both!”

“Absolutely not. Since I’m taking care of you, it’s my responsibility to protect your health.”

I’m putting so much effort into making dinner for Yuu-kun, so I’m not letting chips ruin it. I steeled my heart and crushed Yuu-kun’s ambition.

Yuu-kun looked at the chips longingly, muttering “Grrr…” But when he realized it was hopeless, he pouted and looked away.

Then, he muttered something I couldn’t ignore.

“…………Enomoto-san, you’re kinda like a ‘mom.’”

“Huh!?”

I snapped back at him.

“I’m not your mom!”

“But you’re saying the same things as Himari’s mom…”

“It’s different! I’m just thinking about your health…”

Yuu-kun’s round eyes stared at me intently. …Ugh!? I staggered under the force of his sparkly gaze.

“…Okay, just one bag!”

“Yes!”

…I’m weak.

We walked back to the hotel holding a plastic bag with a large package of imported chips sticking out.

The humid evening air enveloped us.

There seemed to be a concert at the Tokyo Dome, and the streets were packed with female fans. Some looked excited, while others seemed upset. I could hear whispers of “Please sell me your ticket” or “If you’re not assigned, can I bring one person?”

Yuu-kun watched the extravagantly dressed people with interest. I’m sure he was looking at their accessories. His serious gaze wasn’t on me.

I bumped into Yuu-kun’s shoulder.

“Ouch!? Huh, what? What’s wrong?”

“Hey, Yuu-kun. Do you really want to participate in the exhibition that badly?”

“Can I!?”

“No.”

“Then why’d you ask…?”

Yuu-kun’s shoulders slumped.

…Yeah, of course. Yuu-kun cares about accessories the most. But I’m not mature enough to just accept that.

“Yuu-kun. Who’s more important to you, me or them?”

“Huh…”

‘Them.’ Yuu-kun seemed to immediately understand I was talking about the two creators we met earlier.

Yuu-kun answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Of course it’s you, Enomoto-san.”

“Really?”

“Really. We’re best friends, aren’t we?”

“…………”

I could tell Yuu-kun was being sincere. He tilted his head at my gaze and asked, “What’s wrong?”

I bumped into his shoulder again. Yuu-kun caught my body, looking a little confused.

“Hmph.”

“Eh, seriously, what’s wrong? Enomoto-san?”

“Nothing.”

“O-okay. Then… Eh, then what?”

He teased himself and laughed happily.

Suddenly, I noticed the plastic bag we were holding. The oversized imported chips package sticking out of it.

Hey, Yuu-kun.

Isn’t my cooking enough?

These chips… Did you really need them that badly right now?