Too Many Losing Heroines! - Volume 7 - Chapter 3.1

Chapter 3: Leave It to the Experts
The day after we reluctantly agreed to help with that whole mess. It's now lunchtime.

In the emergency stairwell of the old school building, I leaned against the landing railing and pierced a straw into a milk carton.

"Sorry for calling you two here so suddenly."

Sitting on the steps across from me, unwrapping his bento, are Mitsuki Ayano and Hiroto Sakurai.

"Nukumizu, you said you had something important to talk about, right? What's up?"

Ayano asked, popping a quail egg wrapped in bacon into his mouth.

His parents love cooking, so his bento is always colorful and varied.

"I'm ready. Just tell us whatever it is."

Sakurai-kun said with a serene smile, picking up some simmered fuki with his chopsticks. [TL: A slightly bitter vegetable that is mainly used for herbal purposes.]

He has recently started making bento and even makes one for the student council president every day. Just get married already.

"Thanks. Actually, I need to talk to you two about a new first-year we're looking after in the Literature Club."

...Well, there's no point in hiding anything now.

I took a deep breath and began explaining what had happened, step by step.

After listening to everything, Ayano put down his chopsticks and tilted his head.

"...Is it really okay to tell us all that?'

"It's not something to spread around, but I got her permission."

I didn't check the exact limits of that permission, but it should be fine. Probably.

"I had heard a bit about it, but I didn't know the full story."

Sakurai-kun said, his usual slightly tired smile on his face as he stared at the meat-wrapped burdock root on his chopsticks.

"She said she wanted to come to terms with her feelings, but the person involved is her brother-in-law. It's not like she can confess, get rejected, and be done with it. We don't know what she might do."

Ayano nodded and picked up his chopsticks again.

"She has already had a run-in with the police. If something like that happens again, suspension won't be enough."

Sakurai-kun looked up at the sky thoughtfully upon receiving Ayano's gaze.

"I'm not a teacher, so I don't know for sure, but…I've never heard of someone getting suspended twice in such a short period."

Never having heard of it basically means it doesn't happen.

I finished my milk and turned to face them both.

"So, I need your advice. I ended up agreeing to help her, but I wanted to avoid anything illegal. But I'm a guy, so I don't really understand girls' feelings. I was hoping you two could help come up with a plan that she would be satisfied with."

Silence. The two of them exchanged puzzled looks before hesitantly speaking.

"...Nukumizu, we're guys too, you know."

"Yeah, wouldn't it be better to ask the girls in the Literature Club?"

I knew they would say that. I gave them a serious look.

"Listen, I've realized something in the past year- the girls in the Literature Club don't count as girls at all."

The two of them looked like they had something to say but then closed their mouths again.

"If anything, you two actually have more insight and could be more helpful."

After a moment of thought, Ayano nodded with a complex expression.

"I can subtly ask some acquaintances, but don't expect too much."

"I can ask around for opinions too, but I can't say I'm confident about understanding girls' feelings."

That's already enough. Being in the Literature Club really messes with your sense of what is normal or not.

"You should hurry up and eat, too, Nukumizu-kun. The bell is about to ring."

Sakurai-kun said that as he wrapped up his finished bento box.

Oh, it's this late already? I should eat. Yanami might devour my lunch if I save it until the next break…

Listening to the conversation between the two who had already finished their meals, I opened the bag of curry bread.

Come to think of it, the girls they know are-

A familiar face flashed through my mind.

I forcibly pushed that thought to the back of my mind and took a bite of the curry bread.

*

The club room after school is filled with a tense atmosphere.

Yanami and Komari are silently staring at the envelopes laid out on the table by Riko Shiratama.

There are three large envelopes, big enough to hold notebooks or A4 paper.

The words <Pine>, <Bamboo>, and <Plum> are written in large letters on each envelope.

"I came up with three plans last night, Prez. Please choose whichever you like."

She urged me across the table.

Forget about whether I like these plans. I'm not actually the type that likes to make choices…

"Come on, Prez. Make your choice."

"H-Hurry up and p-pick one, Prez."

Yanami and Komari pressured me from both sides. These girls only call me Prez at times like this.

After much hesitation, I picked up the envelope labeled <Bamboo>. It was a typical Japanese choice, valuing the middle ground.

"Uh, real estate flyers…?"

Inside the envelope is a flyer for a rental property in the city.

The location is in the mountains north of Futagawa Station, It's a solitary house.

"I found a lovely property in Futagawa. There aren't any houses nearby, and bonus points for having a basement-"

I put the flyer back into the envelope before she could finish explaining.

"...Can I see the other envelopes?"

"Prez, don't you want me to explain the plans?"

I don't. I hastily picked up the envelope labeled <Pine> in half desperation.

Travel brochure this time.

The cover featured a large photo of a stylish overwater bungalow.

"Uh, what's this…?"

"Onee-chan and Tanaka-sensei are going to Tahiti for their honeymoon. They are always so busy, so they wanted to relax for once."

Yanami snatched the brochure from me before Shiratama-san could finish.

"Wow, that looks amazing! A romantic night under the stars-"

With a dreamy look in her eyes, Yanami's gaze quickly dimmed as she stared at the pamphlet.

"...I see, after the wedding comes the honeymoon, right, I get it…"

God, there she goes again.

I signaled to Komari, who then placed a Hoshiume candy in Yanami's mouth. [TL: Dried plums with brown sugar.]

With a lifeless look, Yanami slowly chewed the candy as I gently retrieved the pamphlet from her hand.

"So, what kind of plan is it?"

"Onee-chan and I look just the same from behind. If I rent the cottage next to theirs, I can sneak in and switch places with her at night-"

I quickly slipped the pamphlet back into the envelope.

The only envelope left is the one labeled <Plum>. I prayed as I opened it.

Inside are some documents and catalogs.

"...Is this the wedding venue brochure?"

"Yes, it's onee-chan's wedding materials. I copied everything: brochures, estimates, the seating chart for the day, and so on."

Shiratama-san's hands paused over the thick stack of papers.

There's a photo of a pure white wedding dress, notable for its long train.

"...I want to wear this and take pictures in the chapel."

She shook her head slightly and turned the photo over.

"Onee-chan got to do everything first, so I wanted to have something, just 
one first
 for myself. Maybe that's when I could call Tanaka-sensei my onii-chan."

As I remained silent, struggling to find the right words, Shiratama-san began to organize the wedding documents.

"It's impossible, right? Let's just go with Plan Pine or Bamboo-"

Bang! I leaned forward and pressed down on the papers.

"We're going with this one!"

"Hold up, Nukumizu-kun!?"

Yanami was flustered. Think about it. The other options are Pine and Bamboo, you know?

Shiratama-san blinked and looked up at me with wide eyes.

"The dress will only arrive just before the wedding, so taking pictures in it will be difficult, right?"

"Sure, taking photos in that exact dress might be tough, but...what if we took photos in a different dress as a stand-in?"

"In the chapel?"

"In the chapel."

"...One more thing."

What? Uh, is that not enough?

Shiratama-san leaned in closer as I hesitated.

"...For example, what if we took a two-shot photo with Tanaka-sensei?"

"In the chapel?"

"In the chapel."

Shiratama-san nodded eagerly.

That's impossible.

Taking a two-shot photo in the chapel without him noticing is just asking for trouble.

Shiratama-san must have realized it was nearly impossible, even though she was the one who suggested it.

Her eyes shifted to the other two envelopes-

"...Let's do it."

Shiratama-san's eyes sparkled at my words.

"Then, let's get started-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Yanami and Komari grabbed me by the arms and dragged me to the corner of the room.

"Eh? What are you two doing?"

"Are you seriously going to help her!? I'm not going to be an accessory to a crime!"

"I-If you want to d-die, die a-alone!"

My my, these two are overreacting. We're just talking about taking a photo.

Sneaking into the wedding venue on the day, tricking the groom into taking a photo-

"...Wait, that's illegal?"

Yanami and Komari nodded vigorously.

Yanami sighed and released me, turning to Shiratama.

"Shiratama-chan, I understand how you feel, but this isn't going to be easy. Renting a dress alone costs a lot of money, and you need a professional photographer. It would cost a fortune."

"Yes, that's why I prepared this."

Shiratama-san placed a card on the table.

It's a cash card from Toyohashi Shinkin Bank, known locally as Toyoshin.

"I've been saving all the money I received for celebrations and New Year's gifts over the past 15 years. I have a million yen."

"Wut!?" (x3)

Shiratama-san pushed the card toward us as we stood frozen.

"I entrust this to you. Use it freely for this plan."

No way we can accept such a large sum of money.

I stepped forward under the pressure of Yanami and Komari's gazes.

"You're right. We'll need money for the plan. But instead of giving us the card, you should pay directly for what we need each time."

"Yes, that's right, Shiratama-chan. Travel expenses, food, and living costs all add up."

Yeah, that's right, but can you stop molesting the cash card?

"But this is the least I can do for dragging you all into this…"

Shiratama-san said in a faint voice, looking down.

If that's how she feels, then we definitely can't accept it. I shook my head.

"We're your senpais, Shiratama-san. That's enough reason to help."

Komari nodded vigorously.

"...Thank you all so much."

Shiratama-san wiped the tears that had welled up.

I scratched my cheek, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"That said, it's going to be tough to outsmart your sister and take a two-shot photo."

We need to read the materials thoroughly and come up with a detailed plan-

...Wait, are we really going through with this?

Komari seems somewhat on board, and Yanami probably just wants a fat check.

"Last time, the security guards found me quickly because I didn't know the building's layout well. We'll need to scout the inside properly first-"

Shiratama-san's eyes sparkled as she began outlining the plan.

"Uh, Shiratama-san. Could I talk to you for a moment?"

"Yes, Prez?"

Her eyes shimmered as she looked at me.

Well, how should I say this…?

Instead of outright rejecting her idea, I should acknowledge her proposal while gently pointing out the concerns and finding a soft landing-

Just as I was thinking, voices and footsteps echoed from the hallway.

Then, with a loud bang, the club room door flew open.

"Excuse me!"

The sudden arrival is the student council president, Hibari Hokobaru.

After giving us a polite bow, she marched up to Shiratama-san.

"You're Riko Shiratama-kun, correct?"

"Ah, yes, are you the student council president…?"

Shiratama-san froze in her chair.

With her usual expression, Prez dramatically swept her hair back.

"Oh my, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Hokobaru, the student council president. I've heard everything, Riko-kun!"

"Huh!? About what?"

Sakurai-kun entered the room, out of breath.

"I…told you…to wait, Hiba-nee…"

After catching his breath, Sakurai-kun walked over to Prez.

"Don't shout and startle everything like that. Come on, we should go. We're in the way here."

"Hold on, Hiroto. We're not done here."

Prez ignored Sakurai-kun's attempt to stop her and placed her hands on Shiratama-san's shoulders.

"Eh? Uh…"

"A secret love that defies societal norms! The determination to strike back even while hiding such feelings! As a fellow woman, I'm deeply moved. I would like to offer my assistance!"

Prez's voice echoed throughout the room. Sakurai-kun looked up at the ceiling, exasperated.

Shiratama-san, who had been frozen in place, timidly opened her mouth.

"Uh, SC Prez, where did you hear about this…?"

"Oh, I heard everything from Hiroto over there. Don't worry. He's like family to me."

Sakurai-kun clasped his hands together and bowed deeply.

…I had a feeling this would happen.

"So, let me get this straight. What I told Prez got passed on to you, SC Prez?"

"Exactly."

…Creak. Hearing this, Shiratama-san slowly turned her stern face toward me.

Oh my, I didn't know Shiratama-san could make such an expression. Huh, I see…

As I wiped the cold sweat with my handkerchief, Yanami stepped forward while chewing on a Hoshiume candy.

"Prez-senpai, what do you mean by offering to help?"

"The more people involved, the better the chances of making a lasting impression."

Prez picked up the wedding venue pamphlet and flipped through it.

"...Hmm, a revenge mission, is it?"

"Huh? Revenge?"

Prez nodded while reading the materials.

"You're planning to infiltrate the wedding venue again and steal the bridal gown, right?"

"Uh, no, we've given up on stealing the bride's dress. Instead, we're planning to secretly take wedding photos with Tanaka-sensei."

"...? Isn't that going to be difficult?"

"Yes, but there's a bit more to it-"

"Prez, are you here!?"

A voice interrupted me- it's Teiara-san.

She strode into the club room after a quick bow.

"Sensei is waiting for you. Today is the meeting for the student council elections."

"Right. Do I need to be there?"

"Of course! Shikiya-senpai is holding things up for you, so please come quickly!"

"Got it. Shiratama-kun, can I borrow these materials for a bit?"

"Ah, yes, I can give you the details."

Teiara-san pulled Prez away from the room.

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, Teiara-san returned alone, glaring at me.

"Eh? What?"

"Nukumizu-san. You're not trying to make the president do something bad, are you?"

"...Ain't no way."

"Why are you saying it like that?"

Teiara-san narrowed her eyes and stared at my face.

I'm not lying. Prez is the one who's insisting.

"I won't forgive you if you do anything that tarnishes Prez's reputation, Nukumizu-san."

She left with that stern warning.

…Finally, the storm has passed.

Sakurai-kun, who had been left standing awkwardly, turned to us with a pale face.

"Uh, I don't know how to apologize for this..."

Yanami shook her head and offered him a Hoshiume candy.

"Don't worry about it, Sakurai-kun. This is all Nukumizu-kun's fault for having a big mouth, isn't it?"

"Eh, my fault?"

Yanami and Komari nodded in unison. Yeah, I've done goofed up.

And Shiratama-san, she's making a face I've never seen before…

*

I read a message from Prez as I headed toward the school bike parking lot.

I commute by bicycle right now. My parents found out I was biking to school for training in the third term of my first year, so they didn't renew my train pass.

"Another day at school tomorrow..."

Even though tomorrow is a holiday, Prez has summoned the Literature Club to the club room.

By the way, I am the president of the Literature Club. If the club gets disbanded, maybe surviving as a subordinate of the student council wouldn't be so bad...

As I reached the bike parking lot, I noticed a cute figure sitting on the rear rack of my beloved bike.

-It's Shiratama-san. I stopped a distance away from her.

"...Are you still not going home yet?"

"Yes, I 
forgot 
something."

Her perfect smile, as usual.

Uh, she must be mad at me for spilling the beans to the student council, right…?

"What's wrong? Aren't you going home?"

"Ah, yeah. I'm going home."

I lowered my head and walked past Shiratama-san-

"Your bike is here, Prez."

"Oh, right. I've been so forgetful lately."

…I got caught trying to walk past her.

Even after unlocking the bike, Shiratama-san didn't move from her cute sitting position.

"Uh, Shiratama-san…?"

"Yes, what is it, Prez?"

Smile, smile, smile. All I could do was muster a forced smile in return.

…Shit. This is totally ruining my dignity as a senpai.

I only talked about it because I was told it was okay to share with the collaborators. I didn't irresponsibly spill any secrets. Yeah, I didn't do anything to apologize for.

"Prez, I'm a bit angry."

"I want to apologize."

However, sometimes, it's important to say sorry sincerely.

As I bowed deeply, Shiratama-san's voice fell upon me from above.

"I trusted you because you are the president, you know?"

"Uh, you said it was okay to talk about it..."

"Of course, it's fine to inform those who are inconvenienced. But who would think the student council would find out?"

Yes, you're right. I couldn't say anything back, so I just kept my head bowed. Shiratama-san couldn't hold back her laughter and started giggling.

"Please lift your head. I'm not really angry."

"But it's true that I told the student council..."

"I just felt a little sulky because I thought it was a secret between us."

Shiratama-san got off the bike rack, clasping her hands into fists in front of her chest.

"Everyone is doing so much for me. I've made up my mind."

"Huh!? But if you do something reckless-"

As I instinctively stepped back, Shiratama-san quickly closed the distance between us.

A sweet scent like milk wafted towards me.

"It was you who lit the fire, Prez."

Her moist eyes are framed by long eyelashes.

A whisper escaped her petite, pink lips.

"...You have to take responsibility."

*

The next morning. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I sat at a table in the Literature Club room.

Despite it being a holiday, Yanami, Shiratama-san, and I responded to Prez's call.

Standing with arms crossed beside the table, Prez looked around at us.

"Is this everyone? There was one more person here yesterday."

"Komari peeked into the room from the window earlier but then ran away. You can start."

Prez nodded and attached a large piece of paper to the whiteboard she brought.

On it, written in calligraphy, are the words "Riko Shiratama's Revenge Plan Headquarters".

Shiratama-san timidly raised her hand.

"...Uh, what is this 'Revenge Plan' written here?"

"Ahh, I asked my grandmother to write it for me this morning. She's a certified master."

I see. That's why it's so well done. And probably not the answer Shiratama-san was looking for.

Prez unfolded a folding chair and sat down heavily.

"Let's discuss the plan. What are the current goals? How far along are the preparations?"

"Uh…"

Seeing Shiratama-san a bit overwhelmed, I stepped in.

"We've only just set the goal, and nothing else has been decided yet."

Prez nodded and placed a piece of paper on the table.

"Then how about enlisting the help of an expert? I found this yesterday by chance."

It's a handmade flyer that says, "Contact Tsuwabuki Investigation Advisors for your covert investigation needs!"

"Uwah, what's this, Prez-senpai?"

Yanami leaned in while eating her second breakfast rice ball of the morning.

The flyer is filled with words like "confidential", "completely legal", "no basic fees", and "patent pending", all in cheerful fonts.

This is one of those shady indie advertisements you sometimes see posted on utility poles.

"Hey, Prez. Isn't this a bit sketchy?"

"Don't worry. It's just a Tsuwabuki student doing independent research. They are trustworthy."

Someone in our school is doing these things…?

I could think of one person, but no, it couldn't be.

Prez glanced at the clock on the wall as I was feeling uneasy.

"It's about time. I've already arranged a consultation."

"Huh?"

Right on cue, there was a knock at the door.

The door slowly opened, revealing a familiar girl.

She bowed with her forehead shining.

"I'm Chihaya Asagumo from Tsuwabuki Investigation Advisors, and this is-"

From behind her, another familiar girl stepped forward.

"I'm Kaju Nukumizu, her assistant. We'll do our best."

The Literature Club girls stared at me intently.

No, this isn't my fault, right…? Yeah, probably not.

*

Asagumo-san from Tsuwabuki Investigation Advisors wrote the words "Information" and "Preparation" on the whiteboard in large letters and circled them.

"The first step is gathering information and preparing in advance. And-"

She wrote "Goal" in even larger letters.

"It's crucial to share the goal within the team. Riko-san, when is the wedding?"

"Ah, yes, it's next Saturday."

The wedding is in nine days, the first weekend after the Golden Week holiday.

Asagumo-san nodded and began writing the dates from today to the wedding day in sequence on the whiteboard.

"We have a fixed deadline, so instead of managing progress with milestones, let's manage it with tasks. First, we'll share information and identify necessary tasks. The Golden Week holiday starts the day after tomorrow, so let's use it to finish our preparations."

So we're spending this year's Golden Week holiday preparing for a crime. Cool…

After finishing the calendar on the whiteboard, Asagumo-san turned to us.

"The goal is clear: we need to take wedding photos of Tanaka-sensei and Riko-san without getting caught on the wedding day."

...The problem is that condition. The path to success is narrow, with many hurdles to overcome.

Seeing everyone fall silent, I raised my hand slightly.

"Uh, we might need to be flexible with the goal depending on the situation."

"Even if we need to adjust the goal, gathering information is still necessary. Let's first review the current situation."

At Asagumo-san's signal, Kaju turned on the projector she had prepared.

Displayed on the white wall is an aerial photo of the city map.

The wedding venue is prominently located at a spot close to downtown.

It's near Mukaiyamaoikecho Park and adjacent to the prefectural Kirinoki High School.

"The venue is secluded from the outside, so we can only see the interior from the photos on their website. Riko-san, do you know the inside layout?"

Shiratama-san shook her head silently.

"Understanding the internal layout is our top priority. I'll hand it over to my assistant for that."

As Asagumo-san stepped aside, Kaju took the stage.

"I did a site inspection this morning."

"Eh, when? How come I didn't know?"

Kaju made my breakfast and prepared my clothes, after all.

She winked at me and continued.

"The manager was at the entrance, so I had a chance to speak with him. This venue hosts only two weddings per day and offers exclusive garden weddings."

Kaju operated her smartphone and projected photos onto the screen.

"The venue is enclosed by walls to ensure privacy, with the main entrance being the only way in. On the day of the event, only someone related to Riko-san will be able to enter."

...I see. This won't be easy. Since it's a private event, we can't pretend to be guests of another party.

"But Kaju, didn't it seem suspicious when you spoke with the venue staff?"

"No, he was a gentleman. He even gave me his business card."

-Gentleman. So, he's a guy, huh?  Well, gender doesn't really matter.

"Let me see the business card. Kaju, you didn't give them your contact information, did you?"

As I tried to stand up, Yanami pulled me back into my chair.

"Sit down, Nukumizu-kun. Imouto-chan, what was your impression aside from the investigation?"

"Yes, it has a wonderful atmosphere! Kaju would love to have my wedding there someday!"

Kaju clasped her hands in front of her chest, eyes sparkling, while looking straight at me.

Prez, who had been quietly listening, crossed her legs and looked thoughtful.

"Hmm, so we need to investigate the venue first. Kaju-kun, you must have some ideas, right?"

Kaju nodded with a smile.

"Yes, there's a tour this Saturday. A spot opened up due to a cancellation, so I've already signed us up."

Wow, she's well-prepared. Signing up for a venue tour-

"Wait, isn't it weird to participate without a wedding planned? And we're high school students."

Asagumo-san smiled as if it was nothing.

"Ara, we just need to have our wedding there in the future. Now, let's decide who will attend the tour."

Asagumo-san slowly looked around at us.

"Yanami-san, why are you standing up?"

"Eh? Well, it needs to be someone who looks mature, right?"

"Yeah, that's true. That's why you should sit down."

I thought it over as I got her back onto the chair.

A high school student who could pass for an adult in appearance and behavior is hard to find-

"Hmm? What's wrong, everyone?"

Everyone's gaze is drawn to Prez. Asagumo-san approached her.

"How about you, Prez? Could you attend the tour?"

"I would love to help, but I have a memorial service on Saturday. It's my great-grandfather's 50th anniversary. I can't really miss that."

Prez's eyes gleamed. She seems like the type who enjoys attending memorial services…

"I guess that can't be helped. Why don't you sit down, Yanami-san?"

This is a problem. Who should we ask if Prez can't go?

Sensing our dilemma, she spoke up.

"Let's ask Shikiya. She can be trusted to keep things confidential."

Shikiya-san, huh…? She looks mature, but can we rely on her?

Ignoring my concerns, Kaju wrote Shikiya-san's name on the whiteboard.

Asagumo-san tilted her head cutely while placing a finger on her chin.

"So, who should be her partner? Does anyone have someone in mind?"

Hmm, someone who can stand next to Shikiya-san without looking out of place- ah!

"How about Ayano? He looks mature, and if he wears a suit-"

"No."

Asagumo-san interrupted me firmly.

"Eh? But he would-"

"No, he wouldn't."

She smiled sweetly at me, though her eyes were not smiling.

"He has an unavoidable appointment that day. Nukumizu-san, I can make up a memorial service for you if you want-"

"Okay, let's not use Ayano! Prez, do you have anyone suitable?"

I hurriedly shifted the conversation, and Prez shrugged helplessly.

"I don't want to involve too many outsiders. It would be best if we could keep it within the Literature Club or the student council."

Tamaka-senpai- no, his girlfriend won't keep her mouth shut, and it would be a disaster if something went wrong.

Yanami muttered with a sullen expression as I racked my brain.

"...Then why don't you do it, Nukumizu-kun?"

"Huh?"

"If you have so many complaints, you should be able to do it perfectly, right?"

Yanami glared at me while opening her third breakfast sandwich in 15 minutes.

"Wait, there's no way I can pull off pretending to be an adult."

"...No, that doesn't seem like a bad idea."

"Huh?"

Prez stood up and patted my shoulder.

"You're quite tall, and with the right outfit and makeup, it could work. What does everyone else think?"

The first to raise a hand was Kaju.

"I would love to see onii-sama in a suit! I could even be his partner, and we could get married on the spot-"

No, that's ridiculous.

I stood up and gently guided the excited Kaju to sit in the corner of the room.

"Kaju, you have plans with friends that day, right? Remember, you're going to the amusement park in Hamamatsu."

"...I don't."

Kaju averted her gaze. I pulled out my phone.

"We share a calendar. You can't hide things from me."

"Ugh, but Kaju really wants to have a wedding with onii-sama..."

We're not having a wedding in the first place.

"Then it's settled. Nukumizu-san will be the one to attend."

Without giving me a chance to object, Asagumo-san wrote my name on the whiteboard and circled it.

Asagumo-san looked at the now-filled board and nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, let's start preparing for the tour on Saturday. I'll provide the necessary equipment for the investigation, but can everyone prepare their outfits for the day?"

…Outfit? I guess a suit would be fine.

I could borrow my dad's suit, but I'm still just a high school student…

"Uh, are you sure I-"

Prez clapped her hands together before I could finish.

"Alright, we have a lot to do! Riko-kun, are you set with the wedding dress?"

"Ah, yes. I found a good one second-hand..."

Shiratama-san cut herself off and suddenly stood up.

"Hey, SC Prez!"

"What's wrong, Riko-kun?"

"Why…are you doing all of this for me?"

For a moment, the president was at a loss for words as Shiratama-san approached her.

"SC Prez, your exams are coming up, and you're in charge of the student council. You shouldn't be doing this! Unlike us, you have too much to lose!"

In front of us, who have nothing to lose, Prez stood up with a self-deprecating smile.

"I told you. I was moved as a fellow woman. Even I've had my heart burned by unrequited love."

"But we'll be in big trouble if we get caught, right?"

"Then we'll just have to pull it off. I'm looking forward to seeing you in a wedding dress."

Prez spoke confidently as she brushed Shiratama-san's hair with her fingertips.

*

The next day after school. I'm heading to the infirmary to give a report to Konuki-sensei.

Not that I want to, but she might show up in the club room if I ignore this for too long…

As I approached the central building where the infirmary is located, I saw Komari coming out of the library.

Speaking of which, she ran off the moment she saw Prez yesterday.

I started walking towards her to give her a piece of my mind when a guy coming out of the library called her.

That's definitely a third-year librarian. He handed a book to Komari, who looked like a frightened raccoon. I sighed softly.

She can barely talk to girls, so having a conversation with a guy is basically impossible, let alone a senpai.

…Well, there's no other way. I'll be the translator.

As I quickened my pace, I saw Komari receiving the book from that senpai and thanking him.

Huh, so she can talk to boys…

In the past, Komari would freeze and wait for someone to "defrost" her.

Feeling slightly redundant, I stood there watching as Komari, with her head down, walked toward me.

She almost walked past me before noticing and stopping.

"Ueh…? W-What are you doing h-here?"

"Oh, just heading to the infirmary."

I glanced over Komari's head at the library door. That senpai has already returned inside.

"What were you talking about with the librarian?"

"T-The materials I ordered have a-arrived."

Hmm, I see. The thick book Komari's holding must be the one.

…Oops, I need to hurry. Konuki-sensei might wander out of the infirmary.

After a brief greeting, I started walking again, with Komari falling into step beside me.

"Wait, are you going this way too?"

"I-It doesn't matter which way. W-We'll end up at the s-same place, anyway."

It doesn't seem that way to me, but if she says so…

"By the way, Komari, about yesterday-"

"W-What are you p-planning to do?"

Komari cut me off, glancing up at me sharply.

"What do you mean? You ran away from the meeting where we were supposed to decide that."

"T-That's why I-I'm asking if that is even o-okay to do."

…Nope, we'll be in big trouble if we get caught.

Her eyes, peeking out from her bangs, were filled with worry.

"It will be okay. We have Prez with us."

I forced a smile and patted Komari on the head.

"Una!?"

She let out a grunt and jumped back.

Shit! I did it out of habit because she's just as tall as Kaju.

"Sorry! It's just that your height was perfect for it."

Komari, blushing and trembling, backed away slowly.

"Uhh, Komari?"

"...D-Dummy."

Komari muttered and then ran off.

...I've done it now. She'll probably look at me like I'm garbage for a while.

As I recalled the sensation of patting her head, I thought to myself.

Please take better of your hair, Komari.

*

Freed from Konuki-sensei, I took a deep breath in the twilight of the courtyard.

...I'm very tired. Don't even ask me for the details. I'm extremely tired.

I once again marveled at the patience of Amanatsu-sensei and Shiratama-san's sister for remaining friends with her.

As I stood there, feeling the wind-

Chirp, chirp, chirp…

I heard the call of a bird from somewhere.

It's not a particularly beautiful sound, but it has a soothing quality.

Though I couldn't see it, the sound seemed to come from the bushes in the courtyard.

For a moment, I considered looking for the bird but quickly decided against it.

Just hearing the voice was more calming. The distance felt just right.

In the quiet courtyard after school, I closed my eyes, surrounded by the sound of the birds and the rustling leaves. It's as if my heart, dirtied by the events in the infirmary, is being cleansed. Oh, is that a tufted titmouse…?

As I listened intently, I felt as if I was standing in an autumn meadow.

I could almost smell the pleasant scent of hay carried by the breeze, and I slowly opened my eyes.

Looking around, I saw a man in a suit standing quietly about 2 meters away.

It's Tanaka-sensei, Shiratama-san's sister's fiance.

…He's not observing me, right? No, he just stood there, lost in thought, as the wind blew by.

It's my first time seeing him outside of class since the weekend at the shopping mall.

As I hesitated whether to leave or not, Tanaka-sensei seemed to notice me. He looked slightly surprised.

"Oh, Nukumizu-kun. What are you doing here?"

"Just thinking about some things. What about you, sensei?"

"I heard a bird singing and just stopped. Maybe there's a nightingale in the bushes."

Wait, that's a nightingale?

Noticing my interest, Tanaka-sensei added more details.

"Usually, they're up in the mountains this time of year, so this might be a particularly laid-back one."

"That does give a sense of familiarity."

"Not showing itself is also quite elegant, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I get it."

We stood there, listening to the bird's song. After a while, Tanaka-sensei hesitated before speaking.

"About the other day..."

"Ah, yes."

Tensed up, I waited, and Tanaka-sensei finally spoke after much hesitation.

"...I'm sorry for the interruption."

It was such a mundane statement that I felt a bit deflated.

"No, it's alright. By the way, how has onee-san been since then?"

"You mean Minori-san? She was quite surprised, as was I."

He tried to laugh it off but ended up coughing.

"Should I get you some water?"

"No, I'm alright now…"

We both smiled wryly in this awkward atmosphere.

"Your wedding is next week, right? You must be busy."

"Yeah, I'm just wandering around since I can't seem to stay calm."

He watched my reaction for a moment before speaking again as if resigned.

"Nukumizu-kun, how much has Riko-chan told you?"

"I've heard about her suspension and her sister."

Tanaka-sensei nodded and stood close to me.

"...Riko-chan has recently grown quite distant. She doesn't seem to approve of me marrying her sister."

Without responding, I listened as Tanaka-sensei continued, almost talking to himself.

"We've always been like siblings, and now I'm marrying her beloved sister. It's natural for her to feel conflicted."

"...Well, yeah, that would be complicated, especially during her teenage years."

I tried to brush off the conversation lightly, but something about it stuck with me, compelling me to say more.

"...I think she just wants to be left alone for a while."

I said, feeling my thoughts take shape.

"We're still in high school, so when relationships with parents or siblings change, it's like the world is shifting under our feet. It's a huge deal."

-Honestly, I can't fully sympathize with Shiratama-san's actions. I don't understand it at all.

"To Riko-san, her sister is the person who always sees her first. And you've been like a kind older brother from the neighborhood, practically family. Now, both of those relationships are changing simultaneously. It's only natural for her to feel unstable."

-But I can sense what is driving her.

I smiled at Tanaka-sensei with a facade similar to Shiratama-san's usual smile.

"So, sensei, you should just stay strong and steady as her brother."

Tanaka-sensei nodded deeply as he listened to me.

"...Yeah, I'll just make Riko-chan even more anxious if I don't stay calm myself."

He nodded again, looking at me with a bit of surprise.

"Thank you. You're quite mature for your age."

"Uh, no, I'm just being cheeky. Sorry."

"Not at all. Riko-chan is lucky to have someone like you as her boyfriend."

Tanaka-sensei seemed to be mumbling to himself than to me. He stared out at the courtyard, lost in thought.

Listening to the birds, I recalled Shiratama-san's smile that concealed her true feelings.

…She never has a chance from the start.

Of course, she didn't. She's fifteen years younger, a girl he's known since she was a child, and his fiancee's sister.

There's no way he could see her as a romantic interest.

It's not even about winning or losing.

Tanaka-sensei is honest and good-natured. He cares for Riko Shiratama as if she's his real sister.

-And yet, I feel a tinge of anger.

This man isn't to blame in any way. He's just a bit insensitive.

He hasn't noticed the feelings that have always been there.

But at this moment, I decided to side with Shiratama-san.

No particular reason.

It's just that I'm also going through my teenage years, if I have to give one.

*

Golden Week Day 1. The five-day holiday began with a cloudless sky and perfect weather.

I stood in front of the wedding venue, nervously adjusting my tie.

I came here to attend the tour dressed in a suit borrowed from my parents' closet.

…Can I really pull this off?

Playing the role of an engaged, soon-to-be-married working adult for the first time seems an impossible task.

The hair gel I used felt cold and uncomfortable, making me even more uneasy.

As I stood there, paralyzed by fear, a white hand reached out and tightened my tie.

"...Your…tie. Fix it…properly."

It's Shikiya-san. She's playing the role of my fiancee.

She's wearing a black, elegant dress, with her long hair pinned up with a floral accessory on one side.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit nervous."

I peeked over Shikiya-san's shoulder to get a glimpse of the venue.

It's a house surrounded by a wall with a luxurious tiled exterior.

The entrance, with its white and brown color scheme, has a chic design that gives little away about the interior.

Subtly glancing around, I noticed two figures moving in the tall grass at the edge of the large shared parking lot.

It's Asagumo-san, holding a laptop with an earpiece on her face, and Yanami, wielding an antenna that looks like a bat.

Several businesses share the parking lot, so it's not unusual to see people, but they are real conspicuous.

"Shikiya-senpai, are they going to be alright?"

"...They will be…fine. Have…faith…in…them…"

"Ah, please wait-"

Before I could protest, Shikiya-san took my arm and led me through the entrance.

The entrance hall is spacious, with high ceilings that give it a sense of openness beyond what I had expected from the outside.

Ahead is a counter, where a friendly staff member greeted us with a warm smile.

I composed myself and deliberately lowered my voice.

"...Excuse me. I'm Shimbashi. I have a reservation."

The staff member, dressed in a uniform, glanced at a tablet in their hand.

"Kazuhiko Shimbashi-san and Yumeko Yoshida-san, correct? Please proceed up the stairs over there."

That's right. Today, I'm Kazuhiko Shimbashi, an 18-year-old new working adult about to get married.

And the one gently swaying next to me is Yumeko Yoshida. She works at a flower shop and is my 20-year-old fiancee.

Yumeko, who was absentmindedly looking around, suddenly rested her head on my shoulder. She smells so nice. I wish time would stop right here.

"Where do we…give the…wedding gifts…?"

"No, we're just on a tour today. There's no ceremony."

…This girl didn't listen to our explanation at all.

We left the reception and headed toward the back stairs before she could say anything else.

"What did Prez tell you, senpai?"

"Formal…language, not…allowed…"

Ahh, right, it is weird to use formal language since we're engaged.

"Yume…ko, what did you hear from Hokobaru-san?"

"Something like…I'm having a…wedding. That's the…impression I got…"

The impression she got is very wrong.

Shikiya-san stared intently at the side of my face as I pondered the difficulty of proper communication.

"What- what's wrong? Why are you staring at me?"

"Talking with you… casually…feels new…"

Shikiya-san started playing with my hair, looking amused.

"Hey, stop that- please stop."

"Are you…embarrassed…?"

Huh, was Shikiya-san always like this?

An irritated voice reached my ears as I thought about that.

"Hello!? We can hear everything over here, you know?"

Yanami's voice cut through the earpiece. They were supposed to guide us, but it seems more likely they would just be a hindrance.

"If you don't want to hear it- hey, Yumeko, stop it already."

"Hey!? What are you two even-"

I switched off the earphone and stepped into the large room where the information session was being held.

...By the way, I left Shiratama-san behind. She has a history, after all.

*

-Now, let's rewind a bit. Two hours ago, in the Literature Club room.

Yanami and Asagumo-san, seeing me in my suit, exchanged a glance and nodded with complicated expressions. Please just speak up if you two have something to say.

Shiratama-san looked me over thoroughly, then clasped her hands in front of her with a smile.

"You look great, Prez. It's true that men look 30% better in suits."

Thanks, but I know you're lying. I think I've started to understand Shiratama-san a bit better recently.

Next to me, looking all grown-up, Shikiya-san's in her dress smelled of nice perfume.

Asagumo-san, who has a cooling strip on her forehead, by the way, placed something on the table.

There's a single wireless earphone in front of me.

"Please put this earphone in your ear, Nukumizu-san. I'll give you instructions."

"This will transmit my voice?"

"Yes. It has a built-in microphone so that we can hear you too."

In front of Shikiya-san is a hair ornament with a floral motif.

Shikiya-san picked it up curiously.

"What is…this…?"

"It has an omnidirectional camera embedded in it. Senpai, please wear this hair ornament."

So I'll be the ears, and Shikiya-san will be the eyes.

Shiratama-san, who had been looking around restlessly, raised her hand slightly.

"Uh, what about me...?"

"Riko-san, it's best if you don't show up at the venue until the day of the ceremony. Sorry, but please stand by."

The information session starts at 10 AM. After the general explanation, there will be individual consultation time.

...And this is the critical point. It's impossible for us high school students to pretend to be adults convincingly.

Thorough preparation is necessary to make the impossible possible.

Asagumo-san wrote down the setup on the whiteboard in bullet points.

The story is that Shikiya-san and I need to have a quick wedding as working adults due to unavoidable circumstances.

Addresses, phone numbers, workplaces, parents' profiles, budget, wedding plans…

Asagumo-san finished breaking and cleared her throat.

"We don't have much time during the weekdays, so this long weekend is crucial."

"Wait, but don't you have plans, Asagumo-san? Like a date with Ayano?"

"...He's in a study camp at cram school this long weekend."

The light on Asagumo-san's forehead seems to be fading away.

"He said he would stay silent on purpose and try to beat me in the next test. I really don't need that kind of surprise. I really don't."

Dense as usual, Ayano.

When I looked to my side, I saw Shikiya-san staring intently at the hair ornament.

"Uh, Shikiya-senpai. How much do you know about the current situation?"

"I think…I heard everything…from Hokobaru."

I don't trust her completely, but if she says she's fine, then she's probably fine.

Indeed, I wouldn't be fit to be the Literature Club president if I worry about things like this.

*

Today's tour, which started off like that, was going smoothly for the most part.

We managed to get through the individual consultations successfully. Now, we are walking down the hallway with the "recommended plan" that has been prepared for us, mingling with the other participants.

"I would like fireworks both at the beginning and the end, but I wonder if the budget will allow it. Yumeko, did any options catch your eye?"

"I…want to break…a sake barrel…" [TL: It's a ceremony called "Kagami-biraki" that wishes for health and well-being at times of celebration and new beginnings.]

"Sounds good. Let's talk about it next time."

We are really getting into it, thanks to the detailed explanation from our coordinator. The only problem is that neither the wedding nor the partner actually existed.

As I was discussing the details of the wedding with Shikiya-san…

"All I've been hearing is unrelated talk! What happened to the mission!? Are you a canary that forgot how to sing!?"

…Someone just has to ruin the mood.

I subtly covered my mouth and responded to that someone.

"We're about to start the venue tour. Yanami-san, make sure you're watching the footage and giving proper instructions."

"Excuse me, this is Asagumo. The image is quite shaky. Could you adjust it a bit?"

Now it's Asagumo-san. You know, we're not professionals. It's hard to-

"Is there…a problem…?"

Shikiya-san tilted her head quizzically.

...Oh, right, the camera is attached to Shikiya-san's hair ornament.

"Please bear with it. It's a feature."

I ended the call and followed the guide outside the building.

We stepped into a spacious garden wedding venue. It's covered in grass with sofa sets around.

The garden is surrounded by walls taller than me, blocking any outside view.

And there stands the chapel.

On the day of the ceremony, Shiratama-san and everyone will sneak in there and take pictures with Tanaka-sensei.

As I stared at the building, the coordinator who had interviewed us earlier approached.

"Would you like a tour?"

"Eh? Really?"

"Of course. Please, follow me."

We followed the guide, crossing the bridge over the waterway.

Shikiya-san, who had been staring at the grass, caught up to me.

"Are we…playing bride…and groom here…?"

What? That sounds really fun, but not now.

"We're just taking a look at the chapel. Yumeko, can you...stand up straight for a bit?"

"Then I'll... hold onto you..."

"Eek!"

Shikiya-san wrapped her hand around my arm.

The pleasant scent of her perfume and the indescribable softness pressed against my arm-

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Yanami's exaggerated throat clearing came through the earphone. Shut the hell up…

Following the guide, we stepped into the chapel.

Inside, a straight aisle stretches to the back, with benches lined up on both sides.

At the very back of the chapel, outside a large window, a small waterfall flowed like a curtain of water.

Large windows on the side walls also allowed soft light to filter in, creating a fantastical atmosphere.

The ceiling, dimly lit by indirect lighting, has a slowly spinning ceiling fan, adding a gentle motion to the solemn, serene space. It's pretty calming if I say so myself.

Arm in arm with Shikiya-san, I walked down the aisle- wait, this is supposed to be the role of the bride's father, isn't it?

At the end stands the groom, who's going to marry Yumeko Yoshida, the 20-year-old flower shop worker. Unforgivable.

As we reached the back of the chapel, fueled by righteous indignation, I realized one crucial fact.

-There's nowhere to hide.

The benches for the attendees have open backs, giving a sense of openness, and the walls are smooth with no protrusions to block the view.

Even if we managed to get Tanaka-sensei in here, how would Shiratama-san approach him?

"Nukumizu-san, is there any furniture or spaces where you can hide?"

Asagumo-san's serious voice came through, perhaps realizing the situation.

"Even if you say that…"

There's no audio equipment or shelves in the chapel. Probably to maintain the ambiance, all the unappealing machinery was hidden from view.

There's nowhere to hide in this room- no, there's one.

At the front of the chapel, there's a single lectern-like stand. I think it's called a pulpit…

I took the mobile camera, aka Shikiya-san, and approached the pulpit.

It's a simple wooden stand with a hollow back.

It's not large, but it might be enough to hide from view from the front.

Using my palm, I discreetly measured the size and then moved away from the pulpit to avoid suspicion.

Then, I checked the surrounding dimensions using my steps.

"Alright, Yumeko, shall we go?"

Shikiya-san tilted her head confusedly at my words.

"Are we not…playing bride and groom…?"

"No, we're in public-"

When I glanced over, I saw the coordinator standing by the entrance, silently smiling as they stepped out.

Wait, what kind of thoughtful gesture is that?

As I fidgeted, Shikiya-san grabbed my hand and faced me in front of the pulpit.

"What do we…do next…?"

"Uh, the priest will be there, and then we'll exchange rings and vow eternal love or not-"

"And then…after that…?"

Huh? After that? Once the ring exchange and vows are done, the next thing is…

I gulped.

"Next would be the wedding kiss or something-"

"What are you two doing!? I can hear everything, you know!?"

Yanami's loud voice echoed in my ear. I completely forgot about this woman.

"Well, you know, we need to get the feel of the real thing. Simulation is important."

"A kiss isn't part of the plan, okay!?"

Yeah, it's not. I realized I was somewhat relieved by Yanami's outburst.

Even if it's just pretend, facing Shikiya-san alone like this is nerve-wracking. As I tried to back away, Shikiya-san's pale hand reached out and took my earphone.

"If we kiss, does that mean I'll…become your bride…?"

"Huh!?"

Shikiya-san put my earphone into her chest and leaned closer to me.

The reflection of my face in her white eyes came closer and closer.

"We first need to get married if you want to become a b-bride!"

My voice cracked as I spoke, and Shikiya-san stopped moving closer.

"Filing a marriage registration form is more...essential to becoming a bride than a kiss, wouldn't you say?"

"Marriage…registration…"

After pausing for a moment, Shikiya-san slowly nodded.

"Can't beat…the government…"

With a mysterious sense of understanding, Shikiya-san started to hobble toward the chapel doors.

As I hurried to catch up and walk beside her, Shikiya-san handed the earphone back to me.

Oops, I better stay in contact or Yanami will be a pain. I pushed the earphone back into my ear.

Come to think of it, this was just in Shikiya-san's chest…

Feeling a bit flustered by the thought, I opened the heavy chapel doors to find the coordinator waiting with a beaming smile.

"Ah, sorry to keep you waiting."

"Now, let me guide you to the reception hall. You two will have a tasting of the course menu today."

The coordinator explained, but Yanami's voice cut through my ear.

"How come I didn't know about that!?"

Because I didn't tell you, and please quiet down.

Suppressing a sigh, I ignored Yanami's complaints and followed the coordinator to the reception hall.

I couldn't imagine Yanami maintaining her composure in front of a luxurious meal.

She's never fit to play the role of a fiancee from the start-

"Hey, you there. What are you two doing?"

Suddenly, an old man's voice came through the earphone.

…Looks like they got caught by the security.

Listening to Yanami and Asagumo-san hurriedly try to explain themselves. I finally let out a big sigh.

"...Kazuhiko, is something…wrong…?"

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it, Yumeko."

With another sigh, I took the earphone out and shoved it into my pocket.

*

That evening, I'm sitting at my study desk in my room, talking on my phone.

"I'm really sorry. Hiba-nee must be going overboard, right?"

The person on the other end is Sakurai-kun. He feels bad about Prez forcefully joining our plan and calls almost every night to check-in. I shook my head, knowing he couldn't see me.

"It's okay, really. We'll manage somehow."

"There's no problem so far. She has been helping out, and we do appreciate her a lot."

"But Hiba-nee seems a bit overzealous this time. I'm worried she might be causing trouble."

Compared to Teiara-san, I think Prez's enthusiasm is rather endearing. Talking to the former is like walking through a minefield.

I wrapped my honest feelings in a lot of diplomatic language, and Sakurai-kun finally seemed reassured. We exchanged goodnight wishes and ended the call.

…But that doesn't mean all the trouble is over.

I glanced at the calendar on the wall.

Today marks the start of the five-day Golden Week holiday.

The wedding- our plans execution date is set for the weekend right after the holidays.

"I took a bath first, onii-sama."

Kaju said that as she entered the room in blue pajamas.

Her damp hair spread out over her back as she unwrapped the towel from her head.

"Dry your hair now, Kaju. You'll catch a cold otherwise."

"Then, will you do it for me, onii-sama?"

Kaju plopped down on the bed. My my, there she goes again, being clingy.

I moved behind her to prepare the hairdryer and brought up something that had been on my mind.

"Kaju, are you really that close with Asagumo-san?"

"Yes, she's been very kind to me recently."

I see. She's been very kind to her. That's concerning…

Asagumo-san isn’t a bad person, but she ranks pretty high on the list of people I don't want my sister to follow after. Incidentally, Tsukinoki-senpai holds the top spot right now.

Kaju looked back at me just as I was about to turn on the hairdryer.

"Onii-sama, Kaju wants to see you in your suit, too. How about just the two of us at the next venue-"

"Alright, face forward so I can dry your hair!"

I cut her off by switching on the hairdryer.

I spread Kaju's long hair with my fingers, letting the warm air flow through.

Heat is the enemy of hair. It’s crucial to check the temperature with the back of your hand and feel for any remaining moisture with your fingers, drying it carefully but quickly.

About ten minutes later, I turned off the hairdryer and nodded in satisfaction.

...Perfect. Her hair's texture and shine are impeccable. As I did a final check with my fingers, I noticed something.

"Hey, Kaju, aren't those pajamas mine?"

"They are Kaju's, you know? We got matching pajamas, remember?"

Oh, matching pajamas, huh? Then why did you get the same color...?

Kaju placed a brush in my hand as I pondered about that.

This is the boar-bristle brush I have given her as a gift, essential for maintaining her hair.

I spoke to Kaju as I slowly brushed her hair.

"How's school now that you're a third-year student?"

"Since we're now in our final year and preparing for exams, the teachers are very dedicated to career guidance. We haven't really felt the pressure yet, though."

Kaju spoke up after a brief hesitation.

"Onii-sama, Kaju has decided to apply for Tsuwabuki High School."

I knew Kaju had her sights set on Tsuwabuki, but she had never stated it so clearly before. Without stopping the brush, I asked quietly.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes, I've already started preparations with my teacher. Next spring, Kaju will be attending Tsuwabuki with you."

She sounded confident and strong.

"...Onii-sama, you didn't have any friends around this time last year. Kaju had hoped that I could be there with you if I got into Tsuwabuki."

-Exactly one year ago. I rarely spoke to anyone outside of necessary interactions, and even my homeroom teacher, Amanatsu-sensei, barely remembered my face.

It wasn't too uncomfortable for me, but Kaju must have been very worried.

Without realizing it, my hand had stopped moving, and Kaju placed her hand over mine.

"But now it's different. I want to go to Tsuwabuki to learn from the senpais I respect."

"...That's wonderful. If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know."

"Yes, onii-sama!"

Having declared her intentions, Kaju seemed to feel lighter. She started swinging her legs and humming a tune.

Resuming my brushing, I continued gently as if stroking her head.