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“…Fujimiya, are you in a bad mood?”

As it happened, Yuuta didn’t have club practice today and decided to hang out with Amane after school. It wasn’t until then that Yuuta pointed out to Amane that he’d been wearing his feelings on his sleeves.

“…Was it that obvious?”

“No, I think you’re pretty much the same as usual. I just get that feeling from your atmosphere.”

Just about to buy a book at a store near the station, Amane instinctively touched his cheek after hearing Yuuta. He felt a little stiffer than usual, and his brows were furrowed slightly. Just in case, he’d tried not to let it show too much, but he couldn’t control himself. He let out a slight sigh of embarrassment and dismay.

“Well, yeah. I don’t feel too good about it. It’s not fun to see Mahiru be treated as a display, and I want to keep her to myself if I can.”

It was only natural, but there was no way she, his beloved, would be happy to be exposed to the gazes of an unspecified number of people. It would be one thing if they were just curious, but a cause for concern if the boys unleashed their lust on her.

“But it’s not like Mahiru hated the sound of it, and it’s immature and not fair for her to object to the class’s decision and demand special treatment from only her own boyfriend, so she has no choice but to keep quiet. I know Mahiru will contribute to our sales, but I’m not satisfied with the fact that there are a lot of risks that come with it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Kadowaki. It’s my fault for not being able to clearly state the benefits of my proposal.”

There was no need for Yuuta to apologize in the slightest. On the other hand, he couldn’t blame the boys in the class who’d suggested it, so an indescribable feeling sat in his heart.

“It can’t be helped, since this is the one thing we’ve decided on.” Amane sighed heavily, and Yuuta gave him a troubled smile as well.

“I voted for the exhibit. I thought it was the most realistic, low-risk high-return option. Besides, I’ll probably be sent to serve customers…”

“Yeah.”

Mahiru, renowned as the prettiest girl in the school, would also be forced to serve customers, so of course, Kadowaki, who was equally popular with the girls, would be sent to do the same thing. She seemed to want to work behind the scenes, but that was unlikely to happen. Having a rare kind of beauty was disadvantageous for her at a time like this.

“…Boys aren’t wearing maid uniforms too, are they?” Yuuta asked.

“I want to believe that’s not the case… If the girls are wearing maid uniforms, wouldn’t the boys go along with them as butlers? If it’s a convenient costume to get, that is.”

“Ah, well, you see… Some of the kids in our class know someone who runs a café like that… They think they might be able to get a man and a woman’s outfits together.”

“Huh?”

This information was a fatal blow for Amane as he wanted to prevent Mahiru from wearing a maid outfit. If it was a convenient costume to procure, Mahiru would definitely be wearing a maid outfit to serve the class’ customers.

Amane could say he was fortunate, as it seemed like the boys would be prepared male costumes. It wouldn’t end up a disaster with them cross-dressing.

“It’s really like the class was united on this point… Still, it must be tough for you if you’re gonna wear a costume while serving, Kadowaki.”

Amane was sure that the girls would focus on Yuuta. He had a lot of work cut out for him.

“Why are you acting like it’s someone else’s problem? I think you’ll be sent out too, Fujimiya.”

“Eh?”

“Can you cook?”

“…I won’t say I can’t, but I’m not good at it either.”

It wasn’t like Amane couldn’t cook, but he couldn’t make something high-quality enough to offer in exchange for money. He didn’t have to worry about eating normally, and it wasn’t as bad as having his food rejected by Mahiru.

Amane made a lot more progress compared to before, but he was still resistant to selling it.

“In that case, I’m sure you’ll be sent to serve customers or help with something else in the back, but… If that’s the case, you’ll be worried if you can’t keep an eye on Shiina-san from a close distance. It’d be a problem if she caught some strange stares from customers.”

“Well, that’s true, but… who benefits from me wearing that outfit?”

Considering that they would be monitoring any insolent people trying to reach out and potentially disturb Mahiru, being in the front serving customers was probably for the best.

If Mahiru was going to wear it, Amane didn’t mind wearing those kinds of clothes out of shame, but he couldn’t help but feel there was no point in him wearing a butler uniform.

“It’s a win-win for you and Shiina-san. I’m sure she’ll be happy.”

“Well, yeah.”

“Also, Fujimiya, you’ve been getting a lot of looks since you changed your image.”

“Nah, I don’t know about that.”

“Well, you only keep your eyes on Shiina-san.”

It was embarrassing for Amane to hear him say that. It was true that he was worried about Mahiru, so he didn’t pay attention to the gazes of the other female students, and he hadn’t expected them to look at him like that at all in the first place, so he wasn’t fundamentally conscious of it.

He looked at Yuuta, wondering if it was true, but he shrugged his shoulders and said, “You don’t realize it, do you?” so it didn’t seem like he was lying.

“You should notice people looking at you once in a while, Fujimiya. Well, I don’t think there’s any harm in it, since everyone in the class is already looking at you like you’re something heartwarming.”

“I don’t like that in its own way, though.”

“Give up. It’s your fault for flirting with Shiina-san, Fujimiya.”

“…I’m not doing it so openly.”

“Ahaha.”

Yuuta smiled, but he didn’t seem to believe it, so Amane’s cheeks twitched slightly.


“Well, what’s the big deal? It’s much healthier than being harassed. Personally, I don’t want you to be like Shirakawa-san used to be.”

“‘…A rival in love’ they say, huh?”

Amane lowered his eyebrows at the words he’d been told in a slightly solemn voice. He had heard that Itsuki, which he wouldn’t tell the person in question but could be said to be his best friend, and her, Chitose, had overcome many twists and turns before they started dating.

It was hard to imagine now, but when she first met Itsuki, Chitose had apparently given Itsuki the cold shoulder and was known as a girl with an icy personality and a tone of voice known by all. She was an excellent track and field athlete, but she had no choice but to stop because of the conflict with her seniors in the club over Itsuki.

He didn’t want to understand why an upperclassman in a club who was jealous of her talent would harass her, but he also understood that it was possible. The man that she liked was making advances on the girl she was jealous of, yet the girl treated him unkindly. It was plausible that her harassment escalated. It was something that shouldn’t be put into practice.

“I see. In the end, she quit track and field because of that quarrel. I really hate that kind of harassment, so… I’m relieved that Fujimiya and the others approve of her.”

Yuuta had been watching over those rough times, which was probably why he was even more worried about Amane and Mahiru’s relationship.

“…Yeah.”

“That’s why you should show off your friendly side during the cultural festival like you always do. So much so that no one wants to take it anymore.”

“I’m not trying to show off.”

“Haha, just kidding.”

“That ain’t funny.”

He raised an eyebrow and frowned at Yuuta, but he seemed a little relieved, and then he smiled teasingly, so Amane kept his nose to himself.

✧ ₊ ✦ ₊ ✧

“Welcome home, Amane-kun.”

Amane got changed and headed for the living room once he returned home, where he found Mahiru waiting for him with a smile and tapping her hands on her thighs. Not understanding the situation, he blankly stared at Mahiru’s face. She patted her thighs again with a gentle smile.

As he stared at her in bewilderment, her smile turned a little wry.

“I felt like you were in a bad mood.”

Apparently, Mahiru had seen right through him. Since Yuuta had seen right through him, it was only natural that Mahiru could do the same.

Just in case, Amane wanted to hide it in front of her, so he scratched his cheeks at the awkwardness of being so easy to read, and Mahiru smirked amusingly as if to say, ‘I knew it’.

“Knowing you, Amane-kun, you wouldn’t force yourself to refuse, but I’m sure you don’t like it on the inside. Am I wrong?”

“…You’re right, but…”

“Therefore, I thought I’d try to cheer you up.”

“You’d say that right in front of me?”

“Fufu. You don’t want me to?”

“…You know my answer, but just who do you take after?”

“Amane-kun, right?”

Amane couldn’t argue with her once she said that, and his mouth twitched.

Mahiru giggled and tapped her thighs again. Faced with the temptation of Mahiru’s soft-looking thighs, which were covered by a modest skirt, Amane hesitated and sat a short distance away from her, lying down and gently resting his head on her thighs. He turned his head to look up at Mahiru, and she smiled at him.

Then, Mahiru’s slender and pale fingers coursed through Amane’s black hair.

“…Are you worried about me and don’t like it?”

“That’s part of it… I just didn’t want anyone else to see it.”

“Are you jealous?”

“I don’t know if I should call it jealousy or possessiveness… Honestly, I didn’t want you to.”

He knew it was selfish and unsightly and was a little embarrassed by his emotional outburst, so he turned toward Mahiru’s stomach.

Mahiru let out a small laugh at Amane, soothing him, and gently combed his hair with her fingers.

“Well, it’s not like I’m going to wear a maid outfit in public because I want to, but it’s already decided.”

“Mm.”

“But I made a promise with them first.”

“About what?”

“I said that I want to show it to you first.”

He instinctively turned his face back around and looked up at Mahiru to see a mischievous bashful look on her face.

“You’ll be the first one to see me wearing it, so, um… there may be a lot of customers coming to greet me, but, I-I guess you could say that I only have… one master.”

In the end, Mahiru’s voice grew hesitant from her embarrassment, but once she finished, Amane’s cheeks naturally felt just as hot. Despite that, Amane looked into her eyes without turning away, and she pressed her cushion against his face as if she couldn’t take it anymore.

She was gentle enough to not suffocate him, but he could tell that he ought to close his eyes. Together with Mahiru, Amane felt a new sensation that could be compared to something different… this haze swirling in his chest, would never disappear. What welled up from it must be none other than deep love.

“Then I’ll bear with it.”

“Yes.”

Mahiru refused to show her face to him and covered herself with her cushion, but Amane could still imagine the expression on her face. He smiled and turned on his side, burying his face in Mahiru’s belly.



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