Chapter 1 My Best Childhood Friend, and My Second-Best Friend

—One month ago.

"…Yawn."

I woke up, left my room, and fought back a yawn as I headed down the stairs.

It wasn't even exam season, but I’d stayed up late studying again. If my quick-witted best friend saw me, he’d probably laugh and call me a "grinds-obsessed nerd."

Muttering an insult toward that loudmouthed idiot, I headed for the bathroom… only to feel another wave of exhaustion when I saw the expensive-looking skincare products sitting there.

(…Again? That cosmetics brand.)

The image of a female CEO pestering my childhood friend to become their exclusive model came to mind. These were "tributes," so to speak. But why the hell were they in my house?

"Keep them at your own place," I grumbled as I washed my face, scrubbed it dry with a towel, and left the bathroom.

Then, I pushed open the living room door without a second thought.

I had no doubt that the usual scene was waiting for me on the other side.

"—Morning, Iori."

A flutter of beautiful, long black hair.

A girl stood in the kitchen, catching sight of me out of the corner of her eye.

The sound of chopping vegetables. The scent of miso soup.

I nearly let out a sigh at the sheer familiarity of it.

"…Morning."

A morning just like any other.

A scene that was completely normal—and utterly abnormal.

It had been three years since my parents were sent to work overseas. For some reason, my neighbor and childhood friend had been living in my house every day as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"I’ll help."

"Mm."

As I stood beside her and washed my hands, she gave a small nod.

Then, with a soft thump, she handed me a cabbage.

I took it, grabbed a knife, and started shredding it on the cutting board.

Looking over, I saw my childhood friend calmly stirring the miso soup. The water bubbled and hissed. Listening to the sound, the thought struck me once again.

(Why is she acting like it’s her job to make breakfast?)

This girl, who was practically worshipped like a deity at school, was currently humming as she stirred the pot. It was a sight that would drive every boy in our class to madness if they knew. And yet, here it was, right in front of me.

"You’re late today. I was thinking of going to wake you up."

"I was studying until late. Also, don't just wander into my room."

"A bit late for that, isn't it?"

She spoke in a flat voice without even turning around.

I groaned inwardly.

Well, she wasn't wrong. We’d been going in and out of each other's rooms since we were toddlers. We’d even slept in the same bed plenty of times.

But that wasn't the point.

"We aren't kids anymore, you know?"

The moment those words left my mouth—

(…Oh, crap.)

I felt the air freeze over. I realized my mistake instantly.

"Iori."

When she called my name, I turned around to find that the light in Mizuki’s eyes had shifted.

There was a dark, cold glint in them. She absolutely loathed it when I said things like that.

"Sorry, sorry. My bad."

I apologized for the slip of the tongue.

However, with a click, she turned off the stove. She took a step toward me.

Standing over 170 centimeters tall with a figure carved by the golden ratio, she possessed an allure and presence like a top-tier model. It was hard to believe she was a high schooler.

I instinctively backed away from her unreadable eyes.

"W-wait, hold on…!"

I tried to stop her, but I was quickly backed against the wall.

Then, with a soft thud, she planted her hand right next to my face.

A kabedon. Her movement was slow and deliberate, which only made it more terrifying. She stared at me from point-blank range.

"…!"

Long eyelashes. Sharp, jewel-like eyes.

A face so small it looked like a joke, and pale skin without a single blemish.

I bit my lip at her inhuman beauty.

(…Seriously, it’s not fair.)

If someone is just beautiful, or just talented in one field, you can find them anywhere. But how many people possess both looks and brains, along with every other talent imaginable?

Especially when that beauty is…

(Gifted.)

That was the only word that truly fit her.

"…Iori?"

"…Yeah?"

"Look at me. Properly."

A demonic beauty filled my field of vision.

Her breath brushed against my lips. We were so close that a slight movement of my head would cause us to touch. Her chest pressed against mine. She was soft. My heart was pounding so loud she could probably feel it.

"What are you thinking about right now?" she whispered.

Our eyelashes almost touched. Her delicate, stunning eyes curved into a mysterious, teasing arc.

Silence hung between us for several seconds. As we held each other's gaze, I finally spoke.

"…I was just thinking… how beautiful you are today. I was… captivated."

I gave the usual response because I had no other choice. Don't make me say it every time, I thought. But the worst part was that it was the honest truth.

"Mm. Thanks."

Satisfied, she finally pulled away, though she kept her eyes on me for a moment longer before returning to the kitchen.

I looked away, trying to shake off the sweet scent she left behind.

"…We need to eat breakfast fast, or we’ll be late."

"Yeah."

She nodded and finally stepped back.

In that instant, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. I just stared blankly at her back as she stood there with perfect posture.

(Really, what is she trying to do?)

Every time a morning like this came around, I couldn't help but wonder.

This connection between us should have been severed a long time ago. She should be somewhere far, far away by now.

"Oh, since you said something weird, do you want to walk to school together today?"

"…No way."

Why are you still just my "childhood friend"?

Swallowing that thought, I accepted the abnormal reality of my life once again today.

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"—Yo, Iori."

After finishing breakfast and leaving the house, I arrived at my classroom. A guy near the entrance raised his hand.

"Hey."

I gave a half-hearted greeting. It was blunt, but that was plenty for this guy.

"The hell’s with that sleepy mug? Oh! Don't tell me… is it a girl?"

"It’s not."

My heart skipped a beat for a split second. But my lack of sleep was due to studying; it had nothing to do with her.

"Right, right."

The laughing, brown-haired flirt was Miyama Renji. We’d been stuck together since our first year. He was exactly as he looked—annoyingly handsome and capable, which made him incredibly popular with the girls.

"But seriously, man. You gotta show some spirit. It’s not like you’re ugly or anything."

"I don't recall ever being 'popular,' though."

"Huh? You sure about that?"

I brushed off the brown-haired guy as he tried to lean on me. Doesn't he ever get tired of this? I wondered. Every single day, he was sticking his nose where it didn't belong.

"Well, I guess in your case, it's less that you're a 'pretty boy' and more that you're a 'pretty girl,' huh?"

"Shut up."

I slapped his hand off my shoulder. Who’s a pretty girl?

I’d inherited my face from my mother, a former stage actress. You should be grateful for my genes, she’d always brag. Thanks to her, I was constantly mistaken for a girl until middle school. It was beyond frustrating.

And to make matters worse…

『…Hey, look at those two.』

『Ioren is justice…! The classic handsome guy and the androgynous beauty pairing! Thank you for the meal!』

『I think I’m more of an Amano-kun fan. He’s cute. As long as the other person isn't "Kashiwagi-san," that is.』

I felt my face twitch at the whispering voices. Renji was cackling, but it wasn't a laughing matter. I didn't swing that way.

I immediately left the spot, sat down at my desk, and let out a long breath.

…Still.

("Spirit," huh?)

Romance and lovers—the highlights of student life. I suppose they’re important. I wouldn't say I’m not interested.

But honestly, I couldn't even imagine it.

Me, falling in love with someone and becoming their boyfriend. A future like that felt impossible.

(I guess I’ll have to do something about it eventually, though.)

Just as I let out another sigh and started pulling my materials out of my bag—

"Oh, Kashiwagi-chan."

At Renji’s voice, I looked toward the classroom entrance.

Semi-long brown hair. A gentle, well-featured face and—to be a bit crude—a well-developed figure. A beauty you didn't see just anywhere had entered the room, and the guys were already swarming her.

"K-Kashiwagi-san! How about today after school?"

"Ahaha… Um, sorry? I have something to do today."

She gave a troubled smile, politely fending off the persistent guy.

She was known as "The 2nd Cutest Girl in the Grade." While she lacked the flashy impact of the unattainable Number One, her status as the "approachable beauty" made her extremely popular with the guys.

…In a way, even more so than that "flower on a high peak."

After placing her bag on her desk, she started walking toward me for some reason.

"—Amano-kun."

A soft, sweet scent drifted toward me. Perfume? No, maybe deodorant spray. It smelled like fruit. I almost got distracted, but I slapped my cheeks to snap back to reality.

"…Morning, Kashiwagi-san."

—Kashiwagi Kotoha.

The school’s other idol. We were both on the library committee and had been on pretty good terms since our first year.

"Yep, morning. Oh, you look a bit sleepy. Are you okay?"

She leaned in to look at my face, tilting her head with a worried expression.

The adorable gesture made my heart flutter for a second. But then I noticed the "Hey, that guy’s talking to Kashiwagi-san again" looks from the other boys, and I snapped out of it.

Because I was close with Kashiwagi-san, the guys in class were always a bit prickly toward me. Even if I explained there was nothing between us, they’d just say, "I’m jealous you can even talk to her," and there was no comeback for that. It was a valid point.

"I was just studying late last night."

When I told her that, Kashiwagi-san’s eyes widened in surprise.

"Wait, are you already pushing yourself that hard? It’s not even test season. That’s bad for your health, you know?"

"Well, I guess so."

She was right. But since I wasn't a natural genius like my childhood friend or Renji, I had no choice but to put in the hours.

"My results on the last test weren't great."

"Oh, that one. It was really hard. My score dropped a bit too."

She gave a wry smile. But her rank was…

"…Kashiwagi-san, weren't you in fifth place?"

"A-Ah. Was I? Maybe?"

Kashiwagi-san laughed sheepishly. Our school—Shirayanagi Academy—was one of the top prep schools in Tokyo. To be ranked that high was incredible… but apparently, she wasn't satisfied.

As someone who was eighth last time, I felt a little depressed.

"But I knew you were working hard, Amano-kun. Let’s have another study session together soon, okay?"

"Eh… Oh, sure."

A dazzling smile. But my face was twitching. I wished she wouldn't say things like that here.

Sure enough, "What do you mean, study session?!" glares were flying my way. It’s not like that; Renji is usually there too, and we’re (hardly ever) alone—but there was no way that excuse would work on the raging mob.

"Anyway, did you need something?"

I asked the main question to end the conversation as quickly as possible. Kashiwagi-san clapped her hands together as if she’d just remembered.

"Oh, right! We have library committee today, don't we? Can you make it, Amano-kun?"

"Hmm? Yeah, I’ll be there."

It was my shift. Come to think of it, it was almost time for the inventory check. What a pain. Maybe I’ll drag Renji along.

As I nodded while thinking of something slightly mean, Kashiwagi-san smiled happily for some reason.

"Good. Because I’m on duty today too."

"Oh, really?"

"Yep."

I felt a gaze during her smile. Looking sideways, I saw Renji grinning at me. I wanted to kick him.

But did she really come all this way just to tell me that?

"Um, and also? If it’s okay with you…"

Suddenly, Kashiwagi-san leaned closer and lowered her voice to a whisper. On closer inspection, her cheeks were a little red.

What? I wondered as I tilted my head.

"…After library committee is over. Could I… have a bit of your time?"

"Eh?"

"I want to talk to you. Just the two of us."

—With those words, my world stopped.

The warmth of her breath hit my ear. As she smiled bashfully, I froze for several seconds before managing a response.

"…As long as it doesn't get too late."

"Y-Yeah! That’s fine. See you later, then!"

With that, Kashiwagi-san went back to her seat. Her little wave was undeniably cute. Immediately, the boys' glares pierced through me.

As soon as Kashiwagi-san was gone, Renji swooped in and threw an arm around my shoulder.

"Well, well, Iori-kun? What’s the meaning of this?"

I turned to find my best friend’s smirking face. He was way too close. I tried to shake him off, but he clung to me. He was surprisingly annoying.

"What?"

"Don't play dumb. Things are progressing quite nicely with Kashiwagi-chan, aren't they?"

"Progressing?"

"Yep, progressing."

I looked at him in disbelief.

(Why is this guy so obsessed with hooking me up with Kashiwagi-san?)

For some reason, this idiot took every opportunity to push her on me. Any other girl would be one thing, but pushing Kashiwagi-san?

"There’s nothing going on."

I slapped his hand off my shoulder. I didn't think she hated me, but that was as far as it went. Well, I did feel like she’d been talking to me more lately.

Renji, however, wagged a finger in front of my face with a punchable grin.

"Oh, there is. My sensors are reacting. I’m picking up rom-com waves coming from Kashiwagi-chan toward you!"

"…"

I quietly looked out the window. It was late September, but the humid heat still lingered.

Summer just won't end, I thought. They say loners hate summer, but I didn't mind it that much. Man, I wanted some ice cream. Or shaved ice. Something ice-cold that would—

"Hey, Iorin. Don't retreat into your own world. Listen to me."

"…I’m listening. Also, don't call me Iorin."

You’re so loud, I thought, brushing his hand away. What the hell were "rom-com waves"? As if those were a thing.

"You and Kashiwagi-chan are a great match, you know? I guarantee it. Advice from your best friend."

"Yeah, yeah."

You’re a "shitty friend" at best, I thought, lightly brushing off the cackling Renji. He just kept pestering me.

(Besides, she’d be a good match for anyone.)

It was true that being around her was comfortable. She was considerate and sociable. She was beautiful but approachable, and she had a calming presence. But that would be the same for anyone.

Just like… everyone gets nervous when she’s around.

As that thought crossed my mind—the classroom door slid open with a sharp clack.

"—Morning."

A quiet, beautiful voice.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room shifted. Renji went silent. Everyone naturally turned their eyes toward the door.

A girl with incomparable beauty, standing over 170 centimeters with an overwhelming figure. Her glossy black hair swayed as she walked through the room with slow, deliberate grace.

—The silence lasted only a moment before the chaos erupted.

"A-Ah, Y-Yukimura-san! Morning!"

"Hey, hey, boys, back off! You there! No talking without permission!"

"Yukimura-saaan!! Just once in my life, please go on a date with meeeee!!"

"You! You’re out! Oh, Yukimura-san! You don't have to answer him!"

Everyone started shouting at her at once.

However, her fanatical female fans—the self-proclaimed "Imperial Guard"—immediately surrounded her, keeping the others (mostly the boys) at bay.

It was like an idol’s entrance. A crowd formed around her in an instant, with boys and girls alike practically glowing as they looked at her.

Her popularity far exceeded even Kashiwagi-san’s. Her name was—

(…Mizuki.)

—Yukimura Mizuki.

The absolute beauty and number one girl in school. And—my childhood friend.

Seeing her, Renji shrugged as if he were at his wit's end.

"I mean… I see her almost every day, but I never get used to it."

"…"

"Look at that aura. And she’s our age? It’s impossible."

He was joking, but his voice wasn't laughing. I knew how he felt. With her mature beauty, it was hard to believe she was a sophomore. Even this flirt was intimidated. She was in a league of her own.

…Though in his case, he’d confessed to her right after we started school and got crushed. I had to respect that level of initiative, at least.

"Hmm? What is it? Actually, what about you?"

"What about what?"

"Doesn't Yukimura-san bother you at all?"

"Oh…"

I turned my gaze toward her. Even now, she was surrounded by classmates, while the Imperial Guard kept everyone else back.

"Not really. There's no point in letting it get to me."

That was half true. If we were total strangers, I really would have just written it off like that. But seeing my lack of reaction, Renji slumped his shoulders with an over-the-top sigh.

"Seriously, you… don't you have any sense of adventure?"

"Nope."

I rested my chin on my hand as I watched my childhood friend being mobbed. Renji shook his head as if to say, good grief.

"You’re a lost cause. But then again, I guess I agree. That girl… she’s just impossible."

"…Even though you confessed the second we got here?"

"I was young back then."

Renji gave a self-deprecating, defeated smile as he watched Mizuki. I looked back at her once more.

("Impossible," huh?)

Renji wasn't the only one who felt that way. In fact, compared to our first year, the number of confessions Mizuki received had dropped drastically. It wasn't that she’d become less popular. It was just that everyone had given up. They’d realized the gap was simply too wide to bridge.

…Setting aside how Kashiwagi-san felt about the sudden surge of confessions she received as the "alternative," that is.

"—Everyone, take your seats. Homeroom is starting."

At that moment, the homeroom teacher walked in, and my train of thought was cut off.

"—Alright, everyone. Today’s the day you’ve all been waiting for: the results of the national mock exams!"

At the teacher’s words, a chorus of agonized groans and screams filled the classroom.

"Agggh! Crap, was that today?! I totally forgot!!"

"Ugh, I don't want to see it, I don't want to see it… whatever, I’m only a sophomore. No need to panic yet."

Some looked despairing, while others seemed relatively composed. I was somewhere in the middle.

"I’ll call you up in order to collect them."

One by one, the students were called. Some held their heads in their hands, while others looked delighted. Even the guy next to me, who was usually one of the more relaxed ones…

"Gwah?! Are you serious? A 'D' rank?! Crap, I slacked off too much!"

A loud voice erupted beside me. Renji crumpled his score sheet and looked at the ceiling with a "Goddammit!"

(Renji got a 'D' this time?)

That was rare for him. But I didn't have the luxury of worrying about him right now.

"Next, Amano."

Finally, my name was called.

(Alright…)

I stood up with a hint of nervousness. We were already in the latter half of our sophomore year. It was time to start making clear decisions about our future paths. If I wasn't getting results now, I’d have to reconsider a lot of things.

Steeling myself, I opened the score report I’d received.

"…Oh?"

The word slipped out. The rank printed on the report was—B.

It had jumped up two ranks from the "D" I got last time.

I froze for a second, then did a tiny fist pump. My first choice was one of the top private universities. Since I was bad at math and science, I’d ruled out national universities immediately. I’d set the top private school as my goal… and at this rate, maybe I could actually make it?

(I was thinking of changing my first choice if I did poorly this time.)

But now, maybe I could actually aim for it seriously.

I was feeling a bit giddy, thinking about buying some prep books on the way home, when—

"Hey, Iori! How did you… wait, what?! A 'B'?! No way!"

"Wow, Amano-kun, that’s amazing! Your humanities scores are better than mine!"

Before I knew it, Kashiwagi-san had come over to peek at my results too. Renji’s goal was the same as mine. Kashiwagi-san was aiming for a national university, but she had the same private school as her safety. So, the three of us usually compared scores and helped each other with things we didn't understand.

We’d been a trio since our first year. Honestly, it was a bit exhausting being grouped with these two standouts. But still, I actually quite liked the relationship the three of us had.

"Ugh, Kashiwagi-chan got a 'B' too… c-crap. I seriously need to get my act together…"

"Ahaha, maybe your brain melted because you’re always out playing with girls, Miyama-kun?"

"That’s harsh?! Why are you only cold to me, Kashiwagi-chan?! You’re so sweet to Iori!"

"I-I’m not being sweet! Right, Amano-kun? I’m totally normal, right?!"

…Setting that aside, the one I couldn't accept was Renji. Despite being a flirt who looked like he never studied, this idiot always managed to rank in the top ten after just skimming a textbook before finals. It was enough to make my blood boil.

He was what you’d call a "natural genius." One time, when he had the audacity to say, "Huh? Test prep? Can't you just cram for one night and get an 80%?", I nearly smacked him with a prep book. He was unforgivable.

"Amano-kun?! Are you listening?!"

"Eh? What?"

"Pfft! Ignoring Kashiwagi-chan… you’ve got guts, Iori—"

While we were making a scene—

"—Hey, Yukimura. Won't you reconsider?"

Suddenly, I heard the teacher’s voice. I looked over to see him standing in front of Mizuki’s desk with his arms crossed, looking troubled.

"…"

"With your grades, you could aim for Tokyo University. I really think it’s a waste to only apply to private schools."

"…I have no interest in national universities."

"I mean, I hear you, but…"

I immediately understood the situation. That genius, who’d been ranked first in every subject in every test since freshman year, only wanted to go to a private school for some reason.

(I get how the teacher feels… but it’s probably useless.)

I’d told her that a few times myself, but she wouldn't listen. She was stubborn, despite how she looked.

Besides.

"Hey, Teacher! If Yukimura-san says she’s going to a private school, then that’s that!"

"That’s right! I think you’re interfering too much just because you’re a teacher!"

"Do you have a problem… with what Yukimura-san decided…?"

The "Imperial Guard" was out in force. They were a group that treated Mizuki’s word as absolute. If you crossed them, you’d be crushed by the weight of their "collective pressure." Even teachers weren't exempt.

Their eyes were glinting. The classroom had turned into hostile territory in an instant. The buzzwords for power harassment and sexual harassment must have been flashing through the teacher’s mind. He couldn't take it.

"Urgh. F-fine. Let’s talk about this some other time."

With that, he beat a hasty retreat. Tough job he had. He was probably being pressured by the vice principal and the principal, too. While I was secretly sympathizing with the teacher caught between the administration and the students—

"U-Um, Yukimura-san? I’m not taking the teacher’s side or anything… but why a private school? If you think about jobs and stuff, a national university is usually…"

Hesitantly, one of the girls in class raised her hand. I didn't really remember her name, but I knew she was one of the top students. Since she worked so hard on her studies, she probably couldn't understand why Mizuki would intentionally "lower" her rank.

I completely agreed with her. But to that question, Mizuki paused for a moment before giving a strange answer.

"…Because it’s necessary, I suppose."

She spoke the words softly. The girl tilted her head in confusion, but the Imperial Guard immediately pressured her until she, too, scurried away.

—And so, that afternoon.

Chime-clink.

"—Welcome."

On the way back from the library committee.

As promised, Kashiwagi-san and I had come to a cafe near the school. It was a stylish, Western-style place, but the prices were relatively reasonable, making it accessible for high schoolers. Plus, it was tucked away in a back alley that was hard to find, so there was basically no risk of being spotted by other students. It was the perfect place for a quiet talk.

"Ahhh… this place really is relaxing."

Sitting on the sofa, Kashiwagi-san let out a long stretch. Her ample chest swayed, and I quickly looked away.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Hmm? Something wrong? Oh, what are you getting? I’ve been craving the mille-feuille here for ages."

Kashiwagi-san opened the menu.

—An after-school tea date with the second cutest girl in the grade.

Renji often told me, "You have no idea how lucky you are, man. Get a clue," and looking at this situation, I couldn't really deny it.

"I’ll have a cream soda."

Kashiwagi-san gave a little grin.

"I knew it. You always get that, Amano-kun."

"Wait, really?"

Now that she mentioned it, I realized I did always order that whenever I came here. Was it a bit childish? But the cream soda here was unnecessarily delicious.

"Hehe, I think it’s nice. It suits you."

"…"

What does "it suits you" even mean? I wondered. I felt a little slighted as she giggled.

"—Are you ready to order?"

We placed our orders with the waiter and spent some time chatting about trivial things. This wasn't actually the first time I’d been to this cafe with Kashiwagi-san.

Our first visit was back in our freshman year. We’d been caught in a sudden downpour on the way back from the library committee and ducked into this cafe—one of Kashiwagi-san’s favorites—to wait it out. Come to think of it, that was the first time the two of us had ever talked alone.

For some reason, she’d taken a liking to it, and ever since then, we’d occasionally come here whenever our library shifts overlapped. I didn't even want to think about what the guys in class would do if they found out.

"—Here you are. One cream soda and one mille-feuille."

"Oh, thanks."

Eventually, the waiter brought our order. I took a sip of the cream soda.

…Yep, delicious. I’d made the right call by ordering what I actually liked instead of trying to look cool with a black coffee.

"So, what did you want to talk about today?"

"Oh, right."

Once I’d settled in, I asked the real question. Kashiwagi-san stopped eating her mille-feuille and set her fork down.

"Actually, there’s something I wanted to ask you, Amano-kun."

"…Something you wanted to ask?"

I felt a faint sense of unease. Come to think of it, this was the first time she’d invited me so explicitly. Usually, we just ended up here because our work finished at the same time and we just "kind of" went. We’d never made plans in advance like today.

Feeling a bit nervous, I waited for her to continue. Kashiwagi-san wore an unusually serious expression.

"—Amano-kun. Is it true… that a girl from the class next door confessed to you last week?"

So, she’d thrown it out there—a single comment I hadn’t expected in the slightest.

“Pffft!?”

The cream soda I was drinking went down the wrong pipe. I hacked and wheezed, a full-blown coughing fit taking over.

“Oh! Are—are you okay?” Kashiwagi-san asked, panicked.

“Cough. Yeah... I’m fine.”

I was not fine. That was a total sneak attack. It went straight into my lungs.

I kept coughing for a while until a worried Kashiwagi-san quietly pushed a glass of water toward me. I gulped it down, finally regaining some semblance of composure.

“...Sorry. What was that again?” I managed to ask.

“Oh, it’s not like I saw it happen or anything! I just... heard a rumor,” she said.

“A rumor?”

So that meant someone else had seen it and the word had spread?

You’ve gotta be kidding me, I thought, burying my face in my hands.

It was true that a week ago, I’d received a confession. It was a girl from the class next door—someone a bit plain and soft-spoken. We’d been in the same class our first year, and even now that we were in different classes, we still chatted whenever we ran into each other. But I hadn’t dreamed for a second that she had feelings for me.

I remembered how pathetically I’d panicked that day. But to think it had gotten out... No wonder Renji had been smirking at me. That jerk knew too.

“Based on that reaction... I guess it’s true?” Kashiwagi-san asked.

“...Well, yeah,” I muttered, unable to deny it. I gave a small nod.

For some reason, Kashiwagi-san’s eyebrows drooped as if she were depressed. I started to flounder, wondering what was wrong, but then she looked up at me with a pointed, steady gaze.

“And?”

“Huh?”

“I mean... your answer. Are you two dating? With that girl?”

“No... I turned her down.”

Kashiwagi-san leaned in over the table. I instinctively pulled back a little. Once the conclusion left my lips, she stared into my eyes for a long moment before finally letting out a long sigh of relief and sinking back into the sofa.

“I see. I thought she was a pretty cute girl, though,” she murmured.

Her words made me reflect on it. She was shy, but she did have lovely features. But that wasn’t the point. I hadn’t turned her down because of any flaw on her part.

“Amano-kun, do you... not want a girlfriend?”

“...Of course I do. I’m a high school boy. Obviously, I want one.”

I offered the objective opinion, though even I wasn’t sure if it was my true feelings.

Kashiwagi-san’s eyes began to wander restlessly. “Then... what if? If there was a girl who was more your type, and your personalities clicked... would you date her?”

Her question left me even more bewildered. What was she getting at? What was she trying to say?

“I... don’t know. I guess I wouldn’t know until it happened.”

The ice in my cream soda clinked as it melted. Kashiwagi-san gave a small nod.

“Right... Well, in that case...”

Her face took on a faint red tint as she looked me straight in the eye.

“—What would you think about me?”

At first, I thought I’d misheard her.

The cafe’s BGM, the distant clatter of dishes—everything seemed to fade away. The only thing left in the world was the unwavering sincerity in the eyes right in front of me.

“...Huh?”

That was the only stupid sound that escaped my mouth. But I couldn’t help it. I think anyone would have reacted the same way.

Wait, what did she just say?

I was stunned. As I stared at her, Kashiwagi-san didn’t look away; her gaze remained intensely serious.

“If I said I wanted to date you, Amano-kun... would you say yes?”

“Uh, well, I—”

“I mean, look, I’m fairly confident in my looks. And we get along well. I think we’d make a pretty good couple, don't you think?”

What is she talking about?

That was my honest impression. I knew she wasn’t the type to play jokes like this. But I couldn't wrap my head around the words. Dating? Making a good couple? Who? With whom?

“You want to date... Me? You, Kashiwagi-san?”

“Yes.”

“No, come on. That’s a mean joke.”

“It’s not a joke,” she snapped.

I caught my breath. Kashiwagi-san still wouldn't look away.

“I’m serious. I want to go out with you, Amano-kun.”

“...!”

She said it so clearly that I practically forgot how to breathe. Renji’s voice flashed through my mind: 『Didn’t I tell you?』 I immediately kicked that thought out of my head.

“I wouldn't just invite any boy to tea if I didn't feel something for him, you know? I’m not that easy.”

“I—I didn’t think you were easy, but...”

“But?”

Kashiwagi-san shot me a pouty, narrowed look. I fought down my agitation and finally found my voice.

“Why me?” I asked tentatively.

Kashiwagi-san gave a small, wry smile. “...You’re the same as ever, aren't you?”

“...?”

She let out a sigh as if to say, Good grief. I had no idea what that was supposed to mean.

“Hey, Amano-kun.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember the first time we came here?”

The first time? I wondered why she was bringing that up now, but she just kept watching me in silence. I had no choice but to dig through my memories.

...Oh, right. Back then...

I remembered. Back then, she’d looked so fragile—a side of her that was unimaginable now. It was back when we were still awkward around each other. I remembered the weakness she’d let slip.

“Yeah, I remember.”

“...I see. I’m happy you do, but it’s also a little embarrassing.”

Kashiwagi-san laughed bashfully. I hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Kashiwagi-san.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you... still worried about that?”

The question slipped out before I could stop it. Kashiwagi-san blinked in surprise, then gave a soft, bittersweet smile.

“I wonder... but I think it’s much better than it was in our first year.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah. Because somebody told me that I don’t have to compare myself to others.”

At those words, I pictured the vulnerability she’d shown that day.

『I wonder... if people are just going to keep comparing me to Yukimura-san forever...』

The “Second Cutest Girl in School.” That title wasn’t meant to be an insult. Everyone acknowledged her beauty and her charm. But there was a cruelty in being designated as the runner-up to the Yukimura Mizuki.

And that was something that I, perhaps more than anyone, could understand.

“You told me, 『Kashiwagi-san, you have plenty of charms that Yukimura-san doesn't.』 That made me so happy.”

“...Give me a break.”

I buried my face in my hands and slumped onto the table as the memory was dug up. Yes, I’d said it. But back then, I was just desperate to comfort her somehow.

I groaned. Hearing it again was beyond embarrassing. How could I have said something so cheesy?

Watching me act like a motionless snail, Kashiwagi-san giggled.

“Because you said that, I was able to find some confidence in myself, you know? I’m actually quite grateful.”

“Then you’re allowed to forget about it.”

“I don’t want to.”

But why? It was a cringey memory I wanted to erase immediately. And of all people, I’d said it to Kashiwagi-san. I felt like a total idiot.

“I still remember it word-for-word, you know? Let’s see... 『Kashiwagi-san, you’re a different type of incredible beauty compared to Yukimura-san—』”

“Please stop.”

Just kill me now. How could she be so cruel? Does she not have a heart? Lines that make your skin crawl like that should be left to guys like Renji.

I begged her to forget, but Kashiwagi-san shut me down with a flat “No.” I fell into despair.

“It was just that big of a deal to me. I think that was when I started seeing you as more than a friend.”

“Wait, because of that?”

“Oh, that’s mean. It’s a precious memory of mine, and you just say, ‘Because of that’?”

“No, I—I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she said, laughing at my flustered state. “I was just really happy. You didn't see me as ‘Number Two’ or ‘The Girl After Yukimura.’ You actually looked at me. ...I’d started to think there weren't any boys like that.”

My movements froze at her words.

“Number Two.” “The Girl After Mizuki.” “The Easier Target.”

That trend definitely existed, and in fact, there were plenty of guys who confessed to Kashiwagi-san with those shallow intentions.

And I hadn’t been one of them.

But that was because...

...It’s not that.

It was only because I’d been looking at someone else the whole time. That was the only reason I hadn't been conscious of her in that way.

“...I think a girl like you could choose almost anyone other than me, Kashiwagi-san.”

I couldn’t say what I was really thinking, so I tried to deflect. Kashiwagi-san blinked in surprise, then puffed out her cheeks in a pout.

“Jeez, there you go being self-deprecating again. You really never learn, do you?”

“Huh?”

“Amano-kun, you have a face as pretty as a girl’s, and you’re smart. Why is your self-esteem so low?”

She stared at me intently. Even if she asked, I didn’t have an answer. Since my first year, I’d always had the school’s most popular guy, Renji, right next to me. And more than that, I had that childhood friend as the person closest to me.

Even if people told me to have confidence, it wasn't that easy. I scratched my head.

“Well, whatever. It just means fewer rivals for me,” Kashiwagi-san said with a playful giggle.

I didn’t know how to respond to that. Rivals? If I had any, it was probably just that girl who confessed to me the other day.

“Actually, I was getting kind of impatient. I knew there were other girls eyeing you, so I thought I had to hurry before someone snatched you up.”

“...You’re overthinking it. Besides, you’re one to talk.”

Given the odds, she probably had a hundred times more suitors than I did. I looked at her in disbelief, but the “Second Cutest Girl” in our grade just gave a wry smile.

“Ahaha... well, I do get confessed to a lot. But you know, it’s always like I’m the ‘safety school’ or something.”

“...”

A safety school. I didn't even have to ask who the “top choice” was.

I didn't press the issue. Hollow comfort would probably have the opposite effect.

I leaned back into the sofa and let out a breath. I’d reached the limit of my stalling.

“...Kashiwagi-san, you’re serious, right?”

I asked as a final confirmation. Still flushed, Kashiwagi-san gave a small nod.

“Yeah. I like you, Amano-kun.”

“...”

“It’s fun being with you. Studying together, having tea like this... I want to do more of that. So...”

Kashiwagi-san straightened her posture, taking a formal stance.

“—Please go out with me.”

She’d stated it clearly, in a way that left no room for misunderstanding.

I found myself looking out the window. The sun was beginning to set. A happy-looking couple walked by outside, holding hands.

This was a development I hadn’t anticipated in the slightest. I wasn't even sure if it was real.

Hey, Renji... did you know this was going to happen?

I did something I’d never normally do—I asked my best friend in my head. The version of him in my mind just gave me a thumbs-up and a brilliant grin.

『—You and Kashiwagi-chan are a great match, you know?』

Those words echoed in my brain. It annoyed me... but I couldn't entirely deny it.

Being with this girl was comfortable. She was beautiful, and she had a great personality. To be loved by such a wonderful girl... it might never happen again in my life.

And yet.

“...I’m sorry.”

“Oh...”

“I can’t date you, Kashiwagi-san.”

—Why can’t I just let go?

A heavy silence fell over the shop. The peaceful atmosphere from moments ago had vanished. The air above the table turned cold and tense, so quiet that even the light clinking of cutlery sounded like a thunderclap.

There were no other customers. The manager at the counter was washing cups, acting as though he were completely uninvolved.

I couldn’t see Kashiwagi-san’s expression as she looked down. I could only see her slender shoulders trembling ever so slightly.

If she started crying... I wouldn't be able to look her in the face.

The tick-tock of the large clock in the shop sounded uncomfortably loud.

“...Just as I thought.”

“...?”

“Miyama-kun was right.”

Kashiwagi-san murmured the words softly.

Renji? Why was his name coming up now?

As I sat there confused, Kashiwagi-san looked up and let out a weak, self-deprecating laugh.

“A while ago, Miyama-kun said... that you probably had someone else you liked, Iori.”

“Wha—”

The shock made my chair rattle. What the hell has he been saying behind my back? The image of that annoying blond head filled my mind. My mental version of him was smirking, as if saying, “It’s totally obvious.”

“I thought Miyama-kun was just talking nonsense... but it’s true, isn't it?”

“...”

I couldn't say a word.

Damn it, Renji. Of all people to tell, you told Kashiwagi-san. As I sat there groaning inwardly, Kashiwagi-san spoke to me in a calm voice.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

“...?”

“What kind of girl is she? The one you like.”

It was a question I should have seen coming, and I buried my face in my hands. But Kashiwagi-san kept her eyes on me, refusing to look away.

Feeling the weight of her gaze, I slumped my shoulders in resignation.

“Do I have to tell you?”

“Yes. If possible.”

“...Sigh.”

She was being pushy. But I knew she wasn't asking out of simple curiosity. Her eyes, her voice—they were all too serious. That gaze wouldn't allow me to deceive her.

So, I had no choice... I decided to unlock a tiny corner of my heart.

“...She’s my childhood friend.”

“Eh?”

“We met when we were five, and we’ve grown up together ever since.”

I looked back on it. She’d moved in next door when we were five. I’d been captivated by her incredible beauty, and from then on, we’d shared all our time together.

“Like real family. At school, at home, we were always together. It was just... normal.”

“...”

“I’ve liked her ever since then.”

It took courage to say those last words. But after listening to my story, Kashiwagi-san let out a breath of what seemed like admiration.

“...That’s amazing. It’s like something out of a manga.”

“Tell me about it.”

A manga, huh? It was a fitting description. That childhood friend was that much of an unrealistic existence to me.

“Do you want to date her, Amano-kun?”

“No way.”

I shook my head. Sure, there was a time in the past when I’d felt that way.

“She’s truly an incredible girl. Even when she’s right next to me, she feels like she’s somewhere far away.”

My voice sounded distant, as if I were telling a story about someone else.

When was it that I’d realized? That she’d been special since we were little? I was probably the first to notice that brilliance. And that was exactly why I’d realized we wouldn't be together for long.

“I gave up on chasing after her a long time ago.”

I finished my story, suppressing my emotions.

Man... what the hell am I saying? I hadn't intended to talk this much. I’d let my guard down too much just because it was Kashiwagi-san.

A pathetic story like this wasn't something you should tell people.

As I sat there regretting it, Kashiwagi-san spoke.

“...That’s painful.”

She murmured it with a sad, sympathetic look.

“It’s all in the past,” I replied, managing to force a smile.

I pretended not to notice the slight ache deep in my heart.

Kashiwagi-san stared at my face for a moment, then suddenly gave a soft smile.

“But a childhood friend, huh? That’s a bit unexpected.”

“Hmm?”

“I totally expected you to say 『Yukimura-san.』”

“Guh!?”

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of that name.

“W-Why?”

“Eh? I mean, don’t most of the boys in this school like Yukimura-san?”

“...”

Kashiwagi-san tilted her head innocently.

So that’s what she meant... scared me for a second. I thought she’d read my mind. Women’s intuition is no joke.

“But I’m glad... I’m glad Yukimura-san didn’t take you away too,” Kashiwagi-san whispered.

I didn't catch what she said and tilted my head.

“You’re not dating that childhood friend, right? In that case, I can still make a move, can't I?”

Kashiwagi-san gave a mischievous grin.

Wait, a move?

“...I’m pretty sure I turned you down.”

“But you don't have a chance with the girl you like, right?”

“Ugh.”

Did she have to be so blunt?

“Then I don’t have to give up yet, do I?”

Kashiwagi-san leaned in. I instinctively pulled back.

Was she always this pushy...? Kashiwagi Kotoha, our school’s premier "healing-type" beauty. And yet, right now, she was pinning me down with an intense, determined gaze.

As I let my eyes wander, trying to figure out what to do... my gaze fell on Kashiwagi-san’s hands.

“...!”

Looking at them, my heart went cold.

She was clenching them tightly so I wouldn't notice, but I could see them.

I could see that they were trembling, just a little bit.

God... I’m such an idiot.

I wanted to punch myself. I knew better than anyone how hard it was to confess to the person you liked.

“Is that okay, Amano-kun?” she asked, her eyes wavering.

I hesitated. Wouldn't it be dishonest? If I really cared about her, shouldn't I turn her down properly?

“...I don’t think my answer is going to change.”

“That’s fine. It’s much better than regretting not doing anything.”

Kashiwagi-san forced a smile, and after agonizing over it, I finally spoke.

“...If you’re okay with that, Kashiwagi-san.”

I let my shoulders slump as I said it.

“Yeah. Thank you... for humoring my selfishness.”

Silence descended. The cream soda, which had long since melted, popped a bubble of carbonation like a final, dying gasp.

“Should we get going? We’ve stayed pretty long.”

“...Yeah.”

Just as I answered—

Ping.

A small notification sound. I checked my phone—it was from 『Yukimura Mizuki』.

【Any requests for dinner?】

“...”

“Amano-kun?”

“Sorry. It’s nothing.”

I tucked my phone away without replying. I stood up to follow Kashiwagi-san. I tried to grab the check, but she snatched it first.

“Today’s my treat.”

“What? No, I—”

“I’m the one who invited you. In exchange, I’d be happy if you treated me next time, Amano-kun.”

“...Haha.”

I see. So that’s how it is.

She can be surprisingly shrewd. I gave a wry smile and nodded.

We left the shop and walked toward the station together. Usually, I could think of something to talk about, but right now, I had no idea what to say.

Eventually, we reached the station, and Kashiwagi-san turned around.

“Well, this is my way.”

“Yeah.”

I said just that and was about to head toward my train’s platform when...

“Amano-kun.”

She called out from behind me, and I stopped. I turned around to see Kashiwagi-san wearing a somewhat lonely smile.

“At school... it’s okay if I talk to you like usual, right?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, I’d be sad if things got awkward just because I confessed. I want us to at least interact the way we always have.”

“...Oh.”

I thought about her request for a moment before nodding.

“Yeah. I can’t exactly act like it never happened... but I’ll treat you as a friend, like always. Is that okay?”

“Yeah. Actually, I’d be sad if you did act like it never happened. That’s more than enough for me.”

Kashiwagi-san gave a happy smile.

“—See you tomorrow.”

I watched Kashiwagi-san head toward her platform, making sure to see her off this time. I let out a long breath and began my journey home.

Kashiwagi-san... likes me, huh?

I leaned my head against the train window and thought. I still couldn't believe it. A girl that beautiful, bright, and kind... a girl who was like a man’s ideal.

...Why did I turn her down?

Normally, she’s the kind of person you’d beg to go out with. It was beyond wasteful. I let out a sigh.

『The next stop is— Doors will open on the left.』

I got off at my station and walked the familiar path home. Eventually, as I passed by the supermarket—

“—Please! Just hear me out!”

I stopped at the sound of that voice. I turned around to see a man and a girl facing each other in front of the supermarket. The man was desperately appealing to the girl, who was carrying a reusable shopping bag.

“I know you can succeed! There’s no doubt about it! I guarantee it!”

“...”

The girl, however, was listening to his pitch with an expression of pure boredom. Even in a crowd, her beauty was striking. There was no mistaking her.

“...Mizuki.”

—Yukimura Mizuki.

The girl hailed as the most beautiful in the entire academy was standing right there. Looking at her, I was struck by it once again.

When you saw her out in the city, her presence was truly on another level. It was like a single, massive rose blooming in the middle of a patch of weeds. Even now, students and older men walking by—and even other women—were doing double-takes as they passed her.

As I stared blankly at her, Mizuki eventually turned toward me.

Our eyes met. A tiny, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips.

“I’m sorry,” she said to the man.

“Wait, hold on—!”

Mizuki deftly dodged the man’s outstretched hand and walked toward me. Once she was right by my side, she spoke to me in her usual, gentle voice.

“Iori.”

“...Hey.”

“Just getting home?”

“Yeah.”

I said just that, and she naturally fell into step beside me. In that instant, the surrounding area buzzed with commotion. I was showered with glares of curiosity, suspicion, and jealousy.

But Mizuki didn't seem to care about her surroundings at all, simply urging me, “Shall we go?”

“I’ll carry that.”

“Thanks,” she said.

I took the shopping bag filled with vegetables and meat. I saw a “20% OFF” sticker on the pork tray and thought, not for the first time, how much that didn't suit her.

Ignoring the stares, Mizuki walked on with her usual expressionless composure. Being the center of attention, being admired—to her, those were just facts of life. Nothing special at all.

It had been that way since we were kids.

“Was that guy okay?”

“?”

“A scout, right? You could have at least listened to him.”

“I’m not interested,” she said simply. It was exactly the answer I expected.

Even though anyone could see she was special, she never tried to go anywhere special. She’d been like that for as long as I could remember.

“How about you, Iori?”

“Hmm?”

“Was the committee work busy?”

“...No. I was just talking to a friend after it finished, so I’m a bit late.”

“A friend? Miyama-kun?”

Mizuki tilted her head. The fact that only Renji’s name came up was a sad testament to how narrow my social circle was. But that wasn't it.

“...”

“...No?”

I fumbled for words as I tried to answer.

—I had tea with Kashiwagi-san and she confessed to me.

Like I could ever say that.

Mizuki might not feel anything about it. Even so, I didn't feel like telling her.

As I remained silent, Mizuki stared at me with her usual expressionless gaze.

“—Tonight’s dinner is stuffed cabbage.”

“Eh?”

“You like it, right, Iori?”

She’d abruptly changed the subject. As I stood there blinking in surprise, Mizuki lightly poked the shopping bag.

“I already bought the ingredients.”

“...That’s a pain to make, though.”

“Yeah. So, you have to help.”

“Is ‘not making it’ an option?”

Had she realized I didn't want to talk about it? I felt like she was being considerate of me.

She’d always been like that. She’d offer me the words I wanted as if she could see through everything. As if to say she knew everything about me.

It’s unfair, isn't it?

Especially when she never let me see anything of her heart.

I walked beside Mizuki, resigning myself to the fact that this was just how things were. Before long, we arrived in front of my house.

Oh, my key.

I felt around in my pocket, but it wasn't there. Damn it, is it in my bag? Just as I was about to go through the hassle of digging it out, Mizuki stepped in front of the door, inserted a key, and clicked it open.

She did it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“...”

“? What is it?”

“Nothing.”

It was a bit late to ask, but I wondered about the situation.

“Wait, why do you have my house key again?”

“...? Your mom gave it to me.”

Well, yeah, I guess. I thought as much even as I asked. My mother had always doted on Mizuki more than me. Of course she’d give it to her.

『Listen, Iori. Don't let Mizuki-chan get away, okay? You took after me, so at least you've got a good face! Have more confidence!』

I remembered that conversation right before she flew overseas. It was the kind of strange confidence typical of a former stage actress. At the time, I’d just brushed it off.

Don't ask for the impossible, Mom, I grumbled internally.

My parents’ overseas transfer meant we’d been living like this ever since. From an outsider’s perspective, I was lucky. But to me, it was a misfortune in a way.

Because she never left my side, I could never forget my first love. It was like a curse.

“Iori.”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s go in.”

“...Okay.”

And so, led by the sleeve by Mizuki, I went home with my childhood friend again today.

But just before I entered... I glanced at the house next door. As usual, the lights weren't on.

After dinner—which consisted of some truly delicious stuffed cabbage (all I’d done was wash the vegetables)—I sat on the sofa, aimlessly watching TV. It was some random show with random celebrities. If you asked me why I was watching it, I’d just say “for no reason.”

“Is the TV interesting?”

“Not at all.”

Mizuki was fiddling with her phone, looking bored, not even glancing at the screen. But even that lethargic posture looked incredibly graceful on her. You could probably make a whole show out of it called “A Beautiful Actress on Her Day Off.”

Thinking that, I clicked the remote to change the channel.

『And now, for the Japanese model selected for the Paris Collection—』

“...”

I stopped mid-click as the scene on the screen caught my eye. Beautiful women dressed in high fashion were walking down a runway. It was a dizzyingly beautiful sight—something ordinary people would never have anything to do with in their lives.

A brilliant world meant only for a select few.

“...Mizuki.”

“?”

I found myself calling her name. It was almost unconscious.

“No, it’s nothing.”

It wasn't that I had anything specific to say. But I couldn't help thinking it.

You should have already been on that side a long time ago.

“Iori.”

“What is it?”

This time, Mizuki called my name. I turned to see those art-like eyes meeting mine.

“Are you anxious?”

The single word, which seemed to see through everything, left me speechless. When I tried to look away, she gently placed a hand on my cheek to stop me.

“That I might go somewhere far away?”

“...!”

This is why I hate her. How she always, always knows everything.

As a small act of defiance, I gave her a resentful glare. But Mizuki didn't seem bothered at all, letting out a small, soft giggle.

“You’re so cute, Iori.”

“Shut up.”

I could only offer a childish retort like that.

As I turned back to the TV with a scowl and changed the channel, Mizuki just watched me with a smile.