CH#283

#283

“–ra? Hey, Shinra, are you even listening?”

After school for the first time in the new term, I was taken to the common room by President, and I was stunned for about ten minutes. As my gaze was directed towards her, my consciousness seemed to be wandering far away. Then, a hand shook my body from the side and the sound of a voice brought me back.

“…I think it’s wonderful.”

“Well, I wasn’t paying attention, but it’s pretty obvious you’re just nodding along…”

The eyes of the two people in the room, except for me, were focused on me, so I thought they were asking me to say something or give an opinion, so I said something that didn’t cause any harm, but was it a mistake?

President smiled wryly and the dandy man sitting across didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Certainly, the conversation between me and Akane was a bit personal, so I guess it was a bit boring for you.”

Sitting on the sofa across the desk was Kirasaka’s father, better known as the company director.

I shook my head to express that it wasn’t the case, but even he looked apologetic.

“Last time we met, I invited her to come work for our company after you graduate. Even if intend to decline, I felt it was necessary to say hello.”

I see, I see. I nodded twice, not having any memory of the conversation itself, having been in a daze during their entire exchange. It’s quite appreciated that he’s recounting the content of the conversation.

After all, it’s an impressive thing for the director himself to invite you to work for his well-known company right after high school graduation.

And as expected of President, politely refusing his request.

Then, naturally, there’s one thing I must ask.

“Why was I called here too?”

When I was brought here, somewhat forcibly, the idea was to listen to a perspective from a real business owner to see if I could find any hints about my future career. However, it started with such private matters that Minato felt a bit out of place.

In response to my words, President muttered, “Yes!” as if she had just remembered something, and swayed her long chestnut-coloured hair. Then, she turned to Kirasaka’s father again.

“Uncle, please take it as a casual conversation. How about giving a student like him a try at your company?”

Extending her hand towards us, President made this suggestion. I just went with the flow, waiting to see the response from the other side. This was merely a passing question within the conversation.

It wasn’t a serious or urgent inquiry. Kirasaka’s father understood that and thought for a moment.

With his hand under his chin, a moment of silence hung in the air among the three of us.

…Indeed, seeing Kirasaka’s father, I couldn’t help but reconfirm that he was a businessman. Despite his slightly sharp gaze and eyes, and hair styled in a slicked-back manner, he exuded an aura that represented the ideal image of a working adult male. It was quite clear that his presence was on a different level compared to people I might encounter nearby.

While Kirasaka’s father contemplated the question, President, as the questioner, eagerly awaited his response, seemingly implying that it was a great idea.

“He doesn’t have any exceptional abilities, but he is known for consistently delivering results. I believe this will remain the same even if he enters the workforce as a society member.”

“He indeed had a reputation… So, it wasn’t just my own misconception.”

Personally, I thought I had a reputation for consistently scoring average grades, but to have President think the same… It’s a bit embarrassing. Well, it’s not like I had any virtues to speak of in the first place. I could say that there were other virtues I should have listed, but upon reflection, there really weren’t any.

My friend was beautiful, my childhood friend is beautiful, another friend handsome, and my sister extremely beautiful.

However, having no connection is an achievement in itself. I was separated that I’m heartbroken.

But such thoughts had nothing to do with the current Q&A session.

The question posed in tandem by both of them hung in the air, and after a moment of silence, the director provided a response that was unexpected of him.

“It’s only a hypothetical discussion, but I don’t think Shinra Minato would be a suitable hire.”

The answer was delivered with such clarity, and it was almost to the point where I felt the urge to ask, “Why?” But before I could voice it, the question was posed by the person next to me.

“Why is that? Is it because he’s unsuitable for the position or field in your company?”

“No, it’s not about the position. It’s a fundamental reason.”

Hearing that, I involuntarily shut my mouth and showed a contemplative expression.

A fundamental reason… like a lack of communication skills?

Oh no, if that’s the case, then wouldn’t almost every company not hire me?

It’s possible, isn’t it?

If I graduate from university, I might spend some time as a jobless person honing my skills as a home security guard.

I don’t want to think about it, but I thought about it. And I even envisioned what that would look like.

Upon hearing this from the director, the two of us remained silent and showed our willingness to hear an explanation. So, Director continued the conversation.

“Business owners must take risks, especially the ones that might surpass boundaries.”

“Risks?”

“People gifted with talent often have peculiar traits… including my daughter, Akane, your childhood friend, and your other friend. They’re likely to have slightly different set of values than the others.”

Director’s words were accurate. These friends indeed had different value systems than the others. However, to me, those different value systems were what made them exceptional.

What’s the risk in having someone with different value systems among us? I found myself intrigued by this question.

“Why do many talented people flock to you? That’s because you, too, have fundamentally different set of values.”

Director held up two of his fingers and continued.

“Many people are inclined to twist their identities to fit into a group’s circle, adapting to group psychology and behaviours. Nowadays, the crowd is often seen as virtuous. However, you don’t change who you are. Rather than changing your form, you choose to be alone.”

I listened closely to the director’s words and expression, completely serious. He mentioned one set of my values, but what was the next one?

With a calm breath and a focused gaze, I looked at him.

“What’s most important to protect should be yourself, but you easily disregard the risks that others might hesitate to confront, even in situations that are not ideal for you. This is your second set of values.”

Director’s serious eyes turned gentle as he exhaled and continued. Those were the eyes of a parent looking at their children.

“I personally like you, not as a superior but as someone in the position of watching you grow, just as I do with my daughter. I don’t want to be your boss; it would be difficult to hold onto your reins.”

He said with a smile and turned to the President.

Well done for deciding to take the reins, or so he seemed to convey from his eyes.

President also appeared to understand the meaning of his gaze and smiled.

After observing their conversation for a while and just before leaving the room, spoke.

“Once you settle on a career, you also have the option of being a sole proprietor or even starting your own business… I believe that working under a large umbrella is not the only choice for young people.”

“Thank you very much; it was enlightening.”

As he left the room I spoke, releasing a sigh filled with a mixture of relief and reassurance.

Starting a business or becoming a sole proprietor… It’s a path I need to consider for the future, even if it’s challenging to decide at this stage. However, the words ‘not just under the last umbrella’ were welcome and seemed to suggest that there might be more to Kirasaka’s father than meets the eye—a young man who held different values, perhaps.

ToC

#282

The atmosphere at the beginning of the new year has transitioned from somewhat floaty to a much more serious one as the students of Sakura Gakuen gather in front of a building beyond the school gate.

We were watching the scene from our classroom.

The view below, filled with many young faces, is the same as last year, and even the year before that when Shizuku, Kirasaka, and I were in the group applying.

Today is the day for junior high school students to submit their high school applications. Since it’s only the application, there won’t be any interviews or exams, but the nervousness of these students is entirely understandable.

They’re dealing with unfamiliar places, unknown classmates, and seniors. Coupled with the mounting tension of their own entrance exams, it’s no wonder they’re anxious to be here.

I was in their shoes once, and most of the current students probably felt the same way. Therefore, the students’ gazes, as they watch the future underclassmen, are warm and somewhat reminiscent of the way parents might look at their children.

There’s an awakening maternal instinct, you might say.

Well, some students in the class are already thinking things like, “I’ll take good care of them when they come here next year.” But let me assure you, these students won’t be the ones to look after them.

They’re just trying to sound mature and say empty words that don’t mean much, and they probably don’t realize how cringe-worthy it appears from an outsider’s perspective. That’s the downside of teenage boys during their adolescence.

Leaning against the window frame in the classroom, I absentmindedly gaze at the new junior high students. Then, Shizuku peeks over, getting her face surprisingly close.

“There seem to be more this year than during the high school application period last year.”

“Yeah, actually, our school’s reputation has been getting better recently…”

I remembered what Koizumi said in the student council room. Recent successes at the school festival and the joint event that brought in the district have helped raise the school’s reputation even more. The event was born from a personal idea and a little luck, so unless you knew the inside story, no one would know.

That’s why it’s crucial for the student council, which is entrusted with a part of the school management to ensure that incoming students don’t end up disappointed.

Koizumi and Miura were discussing this very seriously, so there’s no doubt it’s a big responsibility.

“Taking exams… is not a phrase I want to hear.”

“Even if you say that, our own exams aren’t that far off, Minato.”

Kirasaka, who called me from behind, waves a sheet of paper in front of my face. It’s the career path preference survey, an unpleasant piece of paper.

I grimace and look away from the reality, shifting my gaze towards the freshmen. In the background, I hear a sigh.

Now, let me tell you one change that’s occurred since the new year. Kirasaka now addresses me by my first name rather than my last name. Between Shizuku and the break, they somehow got into a competition, and because she said calling me only by my last name felt distant and she didn’t like it, I said she could use my first name if she wanted.

I never had a particular preference for how people addressed me, so I left it up to her choice. Kirasaka did mention she’d like to be called by her first name too, but addressing her by her first name feels too advanced for me right now, especially given my lack of friends and my only interaction with a girl being my childhood friend.

As expected, I don’t have much resistance to the opposite sex!

However, as Kirasaka says, we’re in our second year of high school, and it’s now the third term. We’ve entered the period where we need to confirm our career paths.

I don’t have a specific job I want to pursue, and I don’t plan on going to a university with specialized knowledge. The same goes for vocational schools. Inevitably, my choices are limited, and I’ll likely attend the four-year university closest to my home. I’m sure that if teachers or parents were to ask me the same question, I’d come to the same conclusion.

Few people in their teens have a clear vision of their future. The news is full of stories about job changes, unemployment, and gloomy topics, so it’s difficult to set a definitive path during your student years. Most students are probably aiming for a place where they can study something they’re somewhat interested in or, like me, planning to aim for a four-year university for now and decide from there.

“There you are…”

Before I could ask the students which path they were hoping to take, a knock on the classroom door interrupted. Most of the class turned to see a familiar person standing there with a smile.

“What’s the matter, President?”

“I’m not the president anymore, Shinra. I just need a moment with you.”

“Again, me?”

Another troublesome task, like the incident with her father during winter break. It’s very troublesome. In fact, he had even interrupted my sleep twice asking me to do him a favour.

My will and body refuse to get up, and I’m determined to nurture my friendship with my desk and chair, remaining immovable. But just then, Kirasaka tapped my shoulder.

It was Kirasaka who had tapped me. Shizuku also tilted her head curiously, and I looked at her wondering what was going on.

“Every year, my father’s company cooperates with the school as an employer for students seeking jobs. He’s here today to talk with the principal, and she want to take you there.”

“Good observation, Rei, you’re quite sharp.”

President, who had already entered the classroom and walked up to me, grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. I reluctantly complied, and naturally, I voiced the question I had in mind.

“Why me?”

“Among the members of the student council, you’re the only one who hasn’t decided on your future career path.”

My question was answered promptly, leaving no room for further argument. Well, Koizumi and Miura seem to have it together in that regard. So, what about Shizuku? Before I could turn and ask her, President began pulling my arm.

“Ah… I see.”

There’s no way out of this now. Since President is also willing to take me along, it’s not like I could say, “I didn’t want to come.”

Besides, it’s Kirasaka’s dad. If I refuse, it might create an awkward situation with her, so I might as well disregard the hassle and just comply.

I followed President as she pulled me towards the classroom entrance. When we reached the door, she turned around and said to Shizuku and Kirasaka.

“Then, I’ll borrow Shinra, Rei and Kanazaki.”

“It’s like I’m their property… I can’t accept it.”

I said without hiding my dissatisfaction. Shizuku smiled at me, waving her hand near her chest as she sees me off.

Kirasaka also smiled and waved, so it seems they both see this as a good opportunity… Are the three of you acting as my guardians?

ToC

#281

<BBX> : Yes this is the correct chapter! Chapter no. 280 was missing from the source, so I’m keeping it like that.

The enjoyable days and the difficult days, they all lead to a single destination. Whether it’s good fortune or bad, no one knows the outcome that awaits at the end of the road.

With the start of the new year, the third term has arrived for us students.

It’s a short semester for summarizing the entire year, but it’s also a term of farewells.

We bid farewell to our classmates, our seniors, and our friends. It’s the last bit of time before we all go our separate ways.

Even if it’s a precious time spent with someone important, people often don’t realize it as time passes by, going unnoticed.

In the approximately ten months since last April, I’ve interacted with various people and experienced school life, something I had previously avoided. And I’ve given my student life a chance to experience changes.

All the effort I put into thinking that everything was a hassle, unnecessary, or conducting futile mental debates where there were no benefits for myself, it was all just exhausting and unproductive.

Relationships are tiring.

I realized that I’m not the main character; those around me are. I had spent so long with a skewed perspective, unable to consider myself as the protagonist.

But there are people with whom you can truly be yourself without any reservations. I suppose true friendships must have sprouted from such relationships.

I’ve come to know that such people exist, but I haven’t acquired them yet. However, I feel like I’m getting closer.

I’m convinced that the members of the Sakuranaoka Gakuen Student Council will undoubtedly be among the few people I can introduce as my friends in the future.

No matter the nature of our relationships, there will come a time when I can genuinely say that Ogiwara Yuuto Ogiwara is my true friend.

Through the experiences of last year and the events early in the new year, I came to this realization.

Yet, there is still something I don’t understand.

The most important and sought-after emotion for me right now.

I don’t yet understand what it means to truly love someone.

What love, romantic feelings, and all that entails are, I have knowledge and understanding of these concepts from observing others’ relationships and from general knowledge.

But I still don’t know the difference between the love I feel for my family and the love I might feel for someone else.

What distinguishes them, and why are they different?

Discovering this is the theme that has remained with me since my childhood friend Kanazaki Shizuku and my classmate Kirasaka Rei confessed their feelings to me.

I want to know.

If I could understand a love that’s different from family love, could I break free from this dull, hopeless life? Perhaps love is the one thing that brings colour and meaning to this monochrome, unequal world, where I don’t know what to aim for.

With this faint hope comes a swirl of guilt within my chest. Guilt for not being able to provide an answer to the person who expressed their affection through words and actions.

Perhaps they don’t think like that. Maybe my words about not yet understanding the difference between love for others and love for family served as an answer to them.

However, I don’t believe I’ve reached a satisfying answer. I’m determined to provide clear answers through my actions and words.

I’ve also sensed that time is running out, and the third term is the period where I need to find one of the answers.

Why do I fixate on the third term?

It’s because it’s the remaining time for another important person.

Akane Hiiragi.

The former student council president of Sakuranaoka gakuen, someone known by all the current students.

She embodies the phrase ‘perfect human’ with her outstanding grades and popularity, and she’s about to leave this school.

No one can stop her. There’s an absolute reason for this.

In a way, she’s one of the people who has reached out to me. Her reasons are somewhat different, but someone who is expected more than anyone else can’t choose a partner who seeks tranquility and the like, especially when it comes to their family.

Those reasons, plus there’s also a connection between our parents and the arranged marriage thereafter.

I also need to find an answer for her. The problems are piling up.

…Mostly because I’m creating these problems, so it’s my own fault, but I have to settle everything during this third term.

Otherwise, I can’t take a new step.

Even though the new daily routine is already beginning, I remained unchanged, looking around the classroom from my window-side seat at the back.

Kirasaka was sitting next to me, and Shizuku was in the seat across from me. I couldn’t even remember who usually sat in that seat.

Both of them were wearing the hairbands and hairpins I gave them for Christmas.

Seeing that, I couldn’t help but smile without anyone noticing.

I’m glad… they liked them enough to wear them to school.

“Hey, Minato-kun, were you listening?”

“Mm… I was.”

Without thinking too much about it, I was just gazing at the class as a whole and the two of them. After all, we were in the middle of a conversation about the third term.

Noticing this, Shizuku puffed out her cheeks and Kirasaka next to me let out a sigh.

“You’re definitely lying, you were lost in thought again.”

“That’s bad… you should listen carefully till the end.”

I had intended to mislead them, but the two of them assured me that they had found out, so I apologized without making any lame excuses and then turned my attention back to the two of them.

A piece of paper with the schedule for the third term, distributed by the teacher, was placed at the center of the desk.

Come to think of it, did we discuss how to spend the third term, going out, and school events?

As I reorganized the information about the third term, a couple of other students approached us.

“Are you three trying to have secret talks in the morning without even asking us?”

“That’s not a nice way to put it, Ogiwara-kun.”

Approaching us are Yuuto and Miyashita. They each have bags hanging from their shoulders, suggesting that they’ve just arrived at school.

Judging by their different home directions, it’s likely they either met at the school gate or bumped into each other on the way. I’m speculating about this when Yuuto casually provides an answer.

“I bought lunch from the store in the shopping district today, and it just so happened that Miyashita-san was there buying from the same place. Their bentos are really delicious, right?”

“Eh, oh, yeah, they’re delicious.”

Miyashita, taken by surprise from the question, hesitates for a moment before responding.

Ah, I see.

Recently, or more precisely, since the school trip, these two have been actively keeping in touch. So today, they decided to buy lunch from the shop in the shopping district. Miyashita, who has a crush on Yuuto, was probably waiting there to create a coincidental encounter.

In the first place, not many of our students use the shopping district we do. It’s far from the station, and most of the stores are old, making it unpopular among young people.

Not just me, but Shizuku and Kirasaka also seem to have sensed something in the two’s conversation, as they both make a subtle “Ah” and remain quiet.

I wonder if women have a slightly different perception compared to mine. I’m curious for a moment, but considering the current situation, I can’t bring up the topic. So, I continue to watch outside the window until the conversation resumes.

Spring has passed, summer ended, and autumn arrived. Winter is here. Human nature rarely changes dramatically. I’m likely to continue avoiding trouble in the third term and be passive about socializing.

Yet, in this newly begun daily life, a slight smile graces my lips. Well, with these folks around, it’s sure to be an interesting third term that won’t be boring.

ToC

Hidden Meaning

There’s an order to things.

When visiting someone’s home, you typically start by deciding on a date, consider your relationship, and determine whether a gift or sweets are necessary. By the time you’re around my age, you’d want to have at least some plan in place before stepping into unfamiliar territory.

However, the sudden turn of events has left me utterly unprepared. After various prompts from the student council president, or rather, my host for the day, I find myself standing before the gates of the Hiiragi residence.

“…President’s home is quite something.”

High gates, well-kept white walls, and a look of tradition passed down through generations. Not a structure built in a single generation, but a home that’s been inherited for centuries. The gate extends taller than I am, with a well-kept tiled roof giving me a friendly greeting.

An odd combination of traditional and modern is evident when I press the intercom at the entrance. Waiting, I notice that the main gate slowly opens.

“Hey, sorry for asking you to come all this way. I’ve got some drinks ready inside, so make yourself at home.”

President popped out and beckoned me and pulled me into the premises.

When I stepped into the yard through the slightly opened gate, it shut close.

…It seems I’ve lost my escape route. I pause, taking a deep breath. Then I turn my gaze back to the President.

She’s there, standing in the front yard, and as I followed behind her, there was a figure that I’ve only seen once before.

“Uh….”

“Oh… Hi, it’s been a while, Minato-kun.”

I’ve heard that President’s father is a little older than my old man, but he exudes a youthful yet mature presence. He’s wearing a casual kimono.

“Nice to see you again.”

I respond, bowing deeply. Usually, this is where I would present a gift, but unfortunately, I didn’t have the time to prepare anything.

To alleviate the awkward pause when I look up, I bow deeply once more with measured movements, effectively skipping the unsettling moment of locking eyes.

President’s father, who doesn’t seem to mind the lack of a gift, spoke as I looked up again.

“I’ve heard some updates from my daughter, but since you both celebrated the New Year together, I wanted to have a chat. Sorry for the inconvenience amidst your busy schedule.”

“No, not at all… I’m honoured to be here.”

“Alright, let’s move over there and talk more comfortably.”

He gestures inside, and I nod slightly before following President into their home.

As I enter the house, I’m struck by the grandeur of the hallway, the visible pillars, the staircase, and the splendid woodwork used in the construction, quite different from the materials typically seen in modern houses.

I continue following President through her house until we reach the guest room. Her father is already seated there with a low table set up, complete with two cushions for seating.

Slightly nervous, I take a seat beside President and wait for the conversation to begin.

“Are your parents visiting Japan as well?”

President’s father asks, as we sip the tea provided.

I realize he might not be aware of my parent’s recent return to Japan, as the conversation was framed on the assumption that both my parents were overseas. I answer the question while making a mental note to clarify things later.

“My mother has been in Japan since just before the New Year… My father, on the other hand, has a heavy workload abroad and won’t be able to visit this year.”

While sipping my tea, I ponder why I was brought here today. It’s essential to exchange information and ensure we have the same understanding, but I wonder if it’s necessary to invite someone into one’s home for a New Year’s greeting. Perhaps there’s a discrepancy in our mutual knowledge or perception of the situation.

Regardless, I maintain a waiting posture, as there’s too little information for me to bring up a topic. At the right moment, the president’s father smiles and speaks.

“Now… How are you two getting along recently?”

“Even if you ask me…”

I find the question rather vague, and it’s unclear what exactly he’s inquiring about. In response, I ask for clarification, and he chuckles while maintaining his smile.

“You’ve vowed to be together in the future, right? Since Akane’s time as a high school student is short, you must be spending a lot of time together at school, I assume?”

…I see. Indeed, when it comes to our relationship at school, President is my senior and I’m the vice-president, but outside of school, it’s a different story.

Realizing that my relationship with President outside of school had been perceived as part of the arranged marriage proposal, I understood that this misunderstanding needed to be addressed. We have a good relationship, but it is not a romantic one. Therefore, there isn’t anything wrong with spending a lot of time at school.

However, there are some parts that need to be corrected. Should I tell the truth, should I just deal with this as an adult, or should I gently correct his mistake?

Okay, I’ve decided.

I took a sip of the tea that had been prepared, straightened my posture and opened my mouth with a dignified expression typical of Minato-kun.

“No, we haven’t vowed to be together.”

“Fufu…”

President’s father laughs in response to my direct answer.

A sense of humour, you say? It appears that a direct and honest answer is the most effective way to clarify the situation without causing any misunderstandings or further questions.

President burst out laughing at my words which were said without hesitation, and her father’s mouth dropped open. This must be a different story from what he would’ve heard from his daughter.

I wonder how President explained our relationship to her father. When I glanced at her with my eyes half open, she only smiled with a playful expression.

Ah… this is the influence Kirasaka has had. Essentially, you have President as the older sister and Kirasaka as the younger sister. It seems President was influenced by her bad aspects.

“Akane…didn’t you say that you’re getting along well with him?”

“As I’ve told father earlier, I do intend to deepen my relationship with him.”

“I see… Minato, is that how you see it!?”

“…It’s true that I am indebted to her, but I don’t think it has anything to do with arranged marriage, but rather as a senior, junior, and friend.”

When I answered, his expression seemed to say, “Unfortunately…”. He slumped and looked disappointed, but then he immediately shot his head up along with his body form his seat.

He takes my hand as we sit face-to-face and starts whispering as he moves away from the table, heading to the corner of the room.

“Minato, you probably know this to some extent, but my daughter is a bit peculiar. She’s rejected countless arranged marriage proposals, but you’re the only one she’s approved. She thinks differently.”

“Even if you say that…”

I agree with that there was indeed something different with the President. While her uniqueness was evident, it didn’t mean that I was willing to accept an arranged marriage simply because of it.

In my view, feelings were essential in such matters. I believed that you shouldn’t go along with something just because it was an arranged marriage, or because someone was beautiful and exceptional.

A man with sour appearance was leaning in closer to me, I held out my hands begging him to not lean any further, though, I still maintained my negative stance, and in response, when I heard a voice filled with desperation.

“Please… You’re the only one who my daughter likes, and if you say no, then she might remain single forever. As a parent, I wish for my daughter’s happiness, and I’d also like to see my grandchildren!”

“That’s difficult… The probability is not zero, so let’s believe in the other possibilities hidden in your daughter.”

President is certainly an attractive woman. However, she should not become someone who simply follows the future choices made by the adults.

If you follow the path you have chosen for your future and make a mistake and have setbacks, it is your own fault. The responsibility lies with yourself.

While the path of guaranteed success might offer comfort and security, I imagined the day when I might look back and wonder if I had made the right decisions. In that moment, I realized that President’s father’s feelings were not the most important.

What truly mattered was if President genuinely desired an arranged marriage and if I genuinely held feelings for her. The decision about our future should be made with our true intentions, not imposed by others.

I didn’t want our future to be determined by adults’ interventions in that place, with words and promises. However, if I expressed my thoughts openly, I would likely be dismissed as an arrogant child.

So, I decided to navigate the situation diplomatically and simply endure it for now. President seemed to sense my true feelings, and she smiled kindly at me.

She interjected into the conversation with a seemingly light-hearted comment.

“Hey, Father, don’t you find Shinra interesting?”

“Why are you acting like it’s someone else’s business? Is this okay with you?”

President turned around told her father fearlessly.

“We’re in a competition to see who can capture him first, so there is no need to interfere.”

She seemed to be enjoying the situation, as if it were a game. Her father, who had expressed his concern as a parent, had no choice but to remain silent when his daughter told him that her relationship with me was in the midst of a competition and that his interference was unnecessary.

It was clear that the arranged marriage discussion had emerged from her father’s concern for his daughter. So, when she asserted that her father shouldn’t interfere, he had little room to respond.

I couldn’t help but wonder if President had invited me today to put a stop to her father’s involvement in our relationship. Was it just my imagination? No, it didn’t seem like it.

In fact, her mischievous smile and her subtle, confident attitude suggested that she had a motive to assert her independence and prevent her father from meddling further.

It made me realize that perhaps she disliked others interfering in her affairs.

At school, there was no one who dared to question her, and that’s probably why I hadn’t noticed this aspect of her personality.

All women in have pleasant personalities, but behind their smiles, there was sometimes a hidden side that could be quite intimidating.

President then stood up, confidently patting her own arm as if she was preparing to show off her culinary skills.

“Well then, Shinra, would you like to have lunch with me? I’m going to treat you to a special meal today.”

She wore a smug expression, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

She made it look so easy to handle her father.

Truly, our student council president is an amazing person.

<BBX> ; Recommendation : Fated to Be Loved by Villains

ToC

Mochitsuki (Mochi Pounding)

Spending the year-end relaxing under the kotatsu while watching the Red and White Kohaku Battle* on TV, like a snail seeking shelter, is the best way to enjoy the holiday. We celebrated Christmas together, but as the year-end approached, it was time to spend quality family time.

<NHK Kōhaku Uta Gassen, a popular show during New Years in Japan.>

Shizuku had gone back to her hometown to express gratitude for the year and offer New Year’s greetings. As for Kirasaka, her father’s work required her to handle the reception of visiting guests.

Yuuto had been visiting his grandparents for three days ago, and he was expected to return to this town on the evening of December 31.

Miyashita, too, couldn’t spend Christmas with her family, so today they were having a family gathering.

I was doing something similar. I enjoyed New Year’s soba while watching special programs with my family, and when we heard the temple bell ringing at midnight, we realized that the new year had arrived.

The day after a quiet and peaceful end to the year, the activities of the new year began.

We visited my alma mater, Sakura Gakuen. Normally, visitors from outside the school were a rare sight here, but today was an exception.

The new Student Council President and Miura had organized a mochitsuki (mochi-pounding) and a rice porridge event. Many people, including residents from the nearby homes and local elementary and middle school students, had come to the school.

“It’s quite crowded…”

“Oh, Shinra-kun! Happy New Year!”

“Happy New Year. If you think it’s busy, you can help out too.”

I greeted them and then headed to the tent where Koizumi and Miura were working busily.

They welcomed me with New Year’s greetings when I showed my face from the side as I talked to them.

I probably felt a little prickly about Miura’s words because I had arrived in a bad mood.

This event was not an official Student Council activity; it was organized by volunteers. Many of the students participating were those from the upper echelons of the school hierarchy who wanted to have a lively end-of-year and New Year.

When students who didn’t usually get along gathered under one roof, nothing good ever came out of it. To prevent a tense atmosphere at the start of the New Year, Koizumi arranged for it to be a free participation event, and I had informed them that I would participate in the clean-up as well.

Among the students helping with the event, I couldn’t find Yuuto, Shizuku, Kirasaka, or Miyashita. They were all busy like me, and I heard that they would show up for the clean-up, just like me.

The event and rice porridge distribution had been completed for the most part, and now the annual Mochi-pounding event, a New Year tradition, was underway.

They had borrowed the pounding tools from a neighbour who used them as large ornamental stones, or rather, as mere decorations. With the assistance of the local residents, they borrowed the equipment free of charge and began pounding mochi with the children.

Parents supported the children, joyfully pounding the mochi rice, and Koizumi was responsible for turning over the mochi in the mortar.

It took one sweaty boy to finish the process over and over until we had enough to distribute to the people who came to the school. Early in the new year, the Student Council President was sweating with a refreshing smile. It seems like this will make him more popular…

After coating the mochi with roasted soybean flour and sweet red bean paste, after packing them, the small mochi were distributed to each person by the event organizers. Since we were short-staffed, I also pitched in to help with the distribution. Once we finished, we finally took a breather.

“I thought everything would be tough at first, but Mochi-pounding event is even more of a workout than I imagined.”

“…Just thinking about doing it by yourself is admirable.”

Koizumi, cooling off her overheated body with cold tea, said with a smile. He might not have the charisma of Hiiragi Akane, but his approach of supporting and standing by the students was probably the right one.

If repeated, the students would undoubtedly come to trust and support him. It was up to us, the Student Council, to support that.

“Shinra-kun isn’t with the girls, is he?”

Miura asked from the side. It seemed that my image was like with a happy meal which came with Shizuku, Kirasaka. And it seemed unusual for the two not to be around.

“Kirasaka goes without saying, and Shizuku is busy every year during New Year with visits to her family.”

“By the way, what about you, Shinra-kun?”

“Spent it sleeping.”

“…”

Sharing information about the two of them and answering Miura’s question with full sincerity, even the Student Council Secretary herself fell silent.

Without making eye contact, my response to the question was as swift and automatic as a machine. Clearly, this seasoned master of the laid-back New Year was no joke.

I had already reached a point where I didn’t care about what others thought. The proper way to spend New Year, as stated in the Minato Dictionary, was to eat mochi and sleep, eat osechi (traditional New Year’s dishes) and sleep, and watch special TV programs and marathons.

In other words, once this New Year’s event was over, I would change jobs and become the Home Security Squad, where I was responsible for guarding against any attempts to escape the kotatsu.

The responsibility was immense, and I would not tolerate letting the kotatsu heat escape. I wanted to show my skilled techniques to my friends… even though I didn’t really have any friends.

Ignoring Miura’s cold gaze, I observed the scene in front of me. The age range was wide, but everyone was wearing smiles.

The former Student Council President had been respected by everyone and had led the school with her charisma and abilities. Everyone trusted and supported her, and entrusted their actions and decisions to her.

On the other hand, the current one cannot achieve things by himself and had to seek help, and people around me extended a helping hand due to his likable personality and popularity.

Which one was more suitable for the position of Student Council President? The answer was different depending on one’s way of thinking and values.

Both were good, and I didn’t want to deny either of them. What I was relieved about was that Koizumi didn’t try to follow in the footsteps of the respected senior, overlaying her own identity with that image.

“…I think it’s a great way to start the New Year.”

“Really? Thank you, I’m so happy.”

When I told Koizumi, who was sitting next to me, he smiled happily. I thought there was nothing wrong with imitating someone you admire.

However, the person who must stand above someone and lead the way must not just imitate someone. It’s still imitation, no matter how much effort you put into becoming that person. You can never reach the level of the original.

Koizumi’s desire to become like Hiiragi Akane, the Student Council President, and to be like her, was not bad at all. But he was better off trying to find his own path instead.

As I observed the scene in front of me, I couldn’t help but think that it’s important not to blindly imitate others. Hiiragi Akane had an overwhelming charisma and ability, and I admired her. But imitating her could come with significant risks.

I had always observed talented people up close and analyzed those around me, which led me to worry about this. But these were baseless concerns and unnecessary for Koizumi. He was fine the way he was.

While I stood there gazing at the scene in front of me once again, I couldn’t help but notice something.

“…Where’s President?”

Hiiragi Akane’s figure was nowhere to be seen. Normally, she would suddenly appear and exchange words with us as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

But this time, she was nowhere to be found. No matter where I looked, I couldn’t spot President.

“Oh, Akane-senpai is preparing for something at home tomorrow, so she’s running late because of that.”

Miura was the one who answered instead.

Was President’s family also busy during the New Year holidays, just as expected?

On the other hand, it would be funny to imagine that President had too much free time and was just lounging around under a kotatsu.

As I briefly imagined the sight of President in a state of self-indulgence, I couldn’t help but smile slightly. At that moment, the sound of footsteps on the ground reached our ears.

The three of us, me, Koizumi, and Miura, simultaneously turned around, and there, right in front of us, was the person we had just been talking about.

“Oh, it’s the President.”

I muttered, and the President waved her right hand and smiled.

She was dressed in her school uniform, and her chestnut-colored hair was shining as usual. She nodded several times in satisfaction as she seemed to grasp the results of the event through the expressions of the people around.

“Even though it was your first event planning, it was a great success. That’s a good thing.”

The President patted Koizumi on the shoulder a few times, from senpai to kouhai. Koizumi also had a genuinely happy expression with a hint of embarrassment.

It was like a scene from a drama, and I couldn’t help but observe it as if it were happening to someone else. Then, it seemed President remembered her original purpose and walked towards me.

She stopped in front of me, took my hand from my pocket, and grabbed it firmly, as if to make sure I couldn’t escape.

In an instant, I had a bad feeling. President, New Year, and troublesome conditions seemed to come together.

“Come to my house for a New Year’s greeting tomorrow, Shinra.”

“…No-no-no-no.”

What’s going on all of a sudden? Is this about New Year’s greetings to your parents or something?

This is really bad, isn’t it? I haven’t prepared any suitable one-liner jokes for a greeting, and I don’t have any surprising Minato-gags either.

More importantly, why am I going to the President’s house?

I pushed aside my doubts and accepted this unusual relationship.

“Well, it’s sort of a pre-marriage meeting between you and my family… we’re already on marriage terms, right? So, the New Year’s greetings are important.”

“I’m sorry, President, but I’m planning to visit my grandparents’ house tomorrow…”

“Your parents have already confirmed that you’ll be lounging around at home. I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning, so be prepared. Well then, I have some more preparations to make, so I’ll take my leave.”

With those words, the President turned on her heel and left the scene. I watched her shrinking figure, and involuntarily, I held my head in my hands.

How did it come to this?

“We’re back!”

“Sorry for being late.”

In place of President, Shizuku and Kirasaka arrived at Sakura Gakuen. The first thing they saw was a boy hunched over, head in his hands, obviously in a strange situation.

“What’s going on here?”

Shizuku tilted her head and asked Miura and Koizumi.

Koizumi just gave a wry smile and succinctly replied.

“I think you’re better off not knowing… as for me…”

Koizumi’s compassionate words made it clear that there was no escape for me. At the same time, I couldn’t help but be grateful that I wasn’t getting into an even more troublesome situation.

<BBX> : ~~Dose of~~ Just recommendation: Oresuki, I’ll recommend the LN (if you’re here you should know where to get it) over the anime, which had an original ending.

ToC

#279

The new year began with a quiet dawn, not a dramatic one.

Putting on the school uniform after a long while, I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed for the front door.

At the entrance, there was a photo frame displayed.

I had shown the photo to my mother and sister and they liked it, so they decided to display it here so they could see it every day.

I turned my gaze to the photo.

A boy with a radiant smile and a girl casting a sidelong glance at him. Three others were standing on either side, and the two girls held their gifts with care, gazing at the camera.

In the center, the boy sat. Looking at it now, I still noticed a certain stiffness in my expression.

My smile was a bit awkward, but it wasn’t fake. It was the clumsiness of a genuine expression that only I could discern, being my own face.

I had to feel a bit embarrassed looking at this photo every day. But since I also liked the photo itself, I accepted the current situation without complaint.

As I finished changing into my outdoor shoes at the entrance, I glanced at the photo for a moment, reflecting on all this.

“Alright, I’m off.”

“Take care. Mama will be so lonely without Minato-chan that she might die, so come back home early after school.”

My mom waved, and she did it so naturally, unashamedly, and with that childish crying gesture. I closed the front door without acknowledging her last words.

The New Year’s wind was still cold. I gently pulled my scarf up close to my mouth.

When I reached the road, I saw some familiar faces already looking at me.

There were four of them. Seeing them, I couldn’t help but let out a slight smile.

Confirming their presence, I walked closer to them.

…You guys, aren’t your houses in the opposite direction from mine?”

Naturally, I found it suspicious, but I believed that in cases like these, it was a golden rule not to question them.

No, it’s definitely double effort, isn’t it?”

Thinking such a thing, I walked up to them, marking the first day of the new school year together.

And so, the final chapter, with the third term began.

<BBX> : One scroll, and the chapter was over… Blame author for that.

ToC

#278

A Christmas tree adorned the room, and a wall-mounted heater simulated a fireplace. On the table was a homemade Christmas cake, prepared by Kirasaka and finished by Shizuku, marking the beginning of the end for today’s gathering.

What if I wasn’t a high school student, but an adult, celebrating with alcohol and rowdiness? I pondered this while sipping orange juice.

We sat around a table, Yuuto and Miyashita on one side, Shizuku and Kirasaka on the opposite side, and I sat facing them all. Yuuto would likely shed the last remnants of his childlike innocence, maturing into a good-natured young man. His sweet smile was sure to win the hearts of many.

Will Miyashita be able to make Yuuto fall in love with her in the future?

Though attending Sakura Academy, seemed likely to maintain her unconventional black hair. Her calm and composed demeanour might lead her into a career as an elegant office lady.

Shizuku had all the qualities that would make her a hit with the guys, with features men adored.

And Kirasaka, she had no doubt become an unattainable ideal. She had the social status, lifestyle, and everything that would make her rise above the rest.

In the future, would I share the same experiences, time, and space with them? Apart from slight familiarity, maybe just with Miyashita. The others appeared to be on their way to becoming big names.

While my student life lasted, they probably had no talents or feelings of superiority. But still, I couldn’t help but feel out of place, questioning if I’d continue to interact with these seemingly illustrious individuals in the years ahead.

However, I was the only one with these thoughts. The rest of them probably didn’t have a care in the world about status or feeling superior. But even so, I couldn’t stop questioning. It was the only way I knew to live, an inconvenient and difficult life, but one that I believed was the best.

I chose to doubt to avoid being hurt. Rather than believing and getting hurt, I chose to doubt, and as a result, never opened my heart to anyone.

Despite my odd musings, the gift exchange began after dinner. Miyashita was the first to start.

“I haven’t known you all for long, so I’m not sure about your preferences… I bought the same thing for all of us this year.”

Five neatly wrapped boxes. A gift for each of us, including herself.

One by one, Miyashita distributed the gifts, handing them to us personally. Once everyone had their gift, Miyashita, feeling a bit embarrassed, spoke.

“Please go ahead and open it.”

Following her words, we carefully unwrapped our presents. Inside, we found a photo frame adorned with cherry blossom petals.

“Today, we could take a picture and put it in this frame, what do you think?”

Miyashita suggested, blushing slightly.

Yuuto was the first to react to her idea. He smiled at her and spoke.

“Thank you, I think that’s a great idea.”

“Really? Good…”

Miyashita breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, clearly comforted by Yuuto’s words.

A photo frame, huh? I only had photos from my middle school club activities at home, so it might be a good idea to change things up.

Shizuku and Kirasaka expressed their gratitude, and I also thanked Miyashita.

Next, it was Yuuto’s turn. He began distributing gifts, handing each of us a paper bag.

“Here’s one for Kanazaki-san, one for Kirasaka-san, one for Miyashita-san, and the last one is for Minato.”

We all received our gifts, and without anyone announcing it, we simultaneously started unwrapping them.

Inside my wrapping was a seemingly simple alarm clock. As I glanced at the others’ gifts, I saw that Shizuku had received a hand mirror, Kirasaka got a book cover, and Miyashita had received a pouch.

It seemed that Yuuto had chosen reliable gifts that wouldn’t disappoint. I had expected him to bring an element of surprise, but maybe I had misjudged.

As I thought about this, Yuuto’s gaze shifted towards me.

Minato, could you turn on the switch at the back?”

“This one?”

There was an ON-OFF switch on the back, and I flipped it up to turn it on. Yuuto gestured to us to be quiet, placing a finger to his lips. The entire room fell silent.

“Minato, it’s morning… You can’t oversleep!”

“Noisy…”

Yuuto’s voice, recorded as the voice alarm, prompted me to retort involuntarily.

Why did I have to wake up to Yuuto’s voice in the morning?

Everyone chuckled at my reaction. I didn’t need an unexpected comedy route for this.

With a sigh and gratitude in my heart for the Christmas present Yuuto had prepared for me, it was time to move on to the next person.

Next in line was Kirasaka. She took a small, rectangular package from her handbag, obviously meant for everyone except herself.

“Ikemen-kun said my budget should be low, but I didn’t have any experience with this kind of thing, so I cheated a little.”

She brushed her hair back with familiar movements, but her expression was not as strong as usual. It held a hint of uncertainty. Kirasaka, like me, lacked experience in giving gifts due to her lack of social interaction.

Perhaps noticing the change in her expression, Shizuku presented her gift with a slightly amused smile.

“Can we open it?”

“Go ahead.”

With Kirasaka’s permission, we removed the paper wrapping together. Inside was a long white box, and upon opening it, we found a lodging voucher for the Kirasaka Group’s inn, complete with meals for up to four people. The lavish decoration on the voucher indicated it was of a high grade.

…You’re not expecting anything in return, right? If you wanted an equivalent amount in return, I’d have to suggest splitting the cost considering my wallet situation.

Although I was briefly concerned about such a scenario, I graciously accepted the gift.

“Hakone? Everyone would like to go!”

Shizuku said with a smile.

Hakone… Hakone?

No, Hakone is a great place, but my sense of discomfort wasn’t about the location. Was my voucher labelled ‘Hakone’?

I reopened the lid I had closed and checked inside, but indeed, it didn’t say ‘Hakone’. The inn’s address was listed as Karuizawa.

“…Is everyone’s voucher for a different place?”

When I directed my gaze towards Kirasaka and asked this, her elegant hand, which had been sipping tea, froze in place. Shizuku peered from the side and confirmed everyone else’s vouchers. Their expressions were void of emotion.

“Kirasaka-san, why is only Minato-kun’s for Karuizawa?”

“…Tch.”

“Is this on purpose?! You can’t do that; it’s not fair to leave one person out!”

Shizuku grabbed Kirasaka’s arm and playfully rocked her back and forth as she scolded her. Yuuto and Miyashita watched with wry smiles, while I was adjusting my position, aware of the complex situation.

Before the uneasy atmosphere created by Shizuku and Kirasaka could escalate, I took out the gifts I had prepared from my bag and placed them on the table.

I placed them in front of Miyashita, Yuuto, Shizuku, and Kirasaka, and then soberly spoke.

“Which one do you think is the ‘losing’ gift?”

“Don’t say scary stuff like that; is there a bomb inside?”

“…”

“Say something.”

Yuuto looked down anxiously and carefully picked it up, confirming it by sound. There’s no way there’s a bomb inside, but it’s fun to watch.

No one seemed to be wary except for Yuuto, who carefully unwrapped his present.

I chose a mug for Miyashita, and items that I thought would be good for Shizuku and Kirasaka.

“This hair tie is a beautiful piece of glasswork.”

“Mine is a hairpin. Did you pick them both from the same store?”

Both the hair tie and the hairpin I had chosen for them were adorned with delicate glasswork; droplets, mimicking the look of dripping dew, for Shizuku, and intricate ice patterns for Kirasaka.

<The kanji for Shizuku is the same as dew/drop. (雫), Wow, he really did pay attention huh? >

I nodded in response to Kirasaka’s question, and the two of them fell into a brief silence.

…At times like these, silence is more nerve-wracking than anything else!
It feels even tenser than waiting for exam results to be announced.

If anything, it’s more stressful than receiving high school acceptance notifications.

Although it was probably just a matter of seconds in terms of real time, it felt like over a minute had passed before the two of them broke into gentle smiles.

“I’m really happy… Thank you.”

“Thank you. I’ll treasure it.”

Their words of gratitude brought a sigh of relief from me.

It was a good decision to pick these items together with the Student Council President.

If I had chosen the gifts by myself, I would probably have opted for something more modest, which might not have been as well-received by the ladies.

Feeling a sense of gratitude towards the Student Council President, I directed my gaze towards the two of them, who were happily admiring their presents.

“Then, it’s my turn at last.”

Said Shizuku. Her gifts were of various sizes. When I checked mine, I found a navy-blue knitted beanie.

Kirasaka received a matching scarf, Yuuto got gloves, and Miyashita received a sweater in the same color.

I wonder if it suits me…

However, considering that I don’t usually spend much time styling my hair before going out, a beanie could be just what I need. I decided to graciously accept the gift.

Once all the gift exchanges were completed, we had some free time. That’s when Miyashita suddenly got up, left the living room, and returned holding a digital camera in one hand.

“Since we’re all here, how about taking a photo?”

Looking at the gift she’d given – the photo frame – it was clear what she meant. She wanted to take a picture together as a keepsake.

Setting the camera on the table with a self-timer, the five of us gathered in front of the Christmas tree.

Prompted by Miyashita, I took the central seat and sat down, while Shizuku and Kirasaka knelt on either side.

Yuuto and Miyashita stood behind us, their shoulders side by side, clutching the gifts we’d given them close to their chests.

Suddenly, I glanced at the two women on either side of me. They were already wearing the hair tie and hairpin I had given them, securely fastened in their hair.

…If they liked it, that’s all that matters.

As the camera’s flash went off, I reflected on the past year.

My circumstances had changed drastically, and I’d led a busy life while attending school. But all in all, when looking back, it wasn’t a bad year.

During the summer, at the fireworks festival, we took a commemorative photo like this as well, but back then, I had just stared blankly at the camera.

However, this time, I felt that I could face the camera with a somewhat softer expression than back then.

ToC

#277

Arriving at the specified house, I stood still, staring at the intercom.

It’s such a simple task. Even kindergarten children can do it, just pressing the button in front of you.

But the arm I was about to extend gradually returned to my body.

…Going alone to a girl’s house and pressing the intercom button is hard work for someone with Minato’s lack of interpersonal skills.

By now, the courage to press this intercom button has consumed about as many calories as I usually burn in my whole day.

Nevertheless, standing here for a long time could lead the residents of the nearby houses to report me as a suspicious person.

Somewhere, I had to gather the courage to press the button, but as I thought about it and took a deep breath, footsteps approached from behind. These footsteps passed me, and the person pressed the button on the intercom.

“Minato… what are you doing?”

“…Mental preparation.”

Yuuto, who had earlier said he’d be coming after a detour, stood in front of the Miyashita’s house, tilting his head in puzzlement as he asked.

When I gave an answer that didn’t make much sense, he muttered, ‘I see,’ seemingly satisfied.

“Yes, I’m opening it-“

The voice of Miyashita, mixed with noise, visited through the speaker on the intercom. Even without confirming who it was, she cut it off.

Hey, hey, nowadays it’s dangerous, so we should confirm if it’s really not a suspicious person.

I mean, I was a suspicious person not too long ago too.

A man standing in front of a house, looking like a shady character when you put it in text.

It’s pretty sketchy, isn’t it?

I should try to act considering how I might appear to others from now on.

As I was telling myself this, I heard the sound of the Miyashita’s front door unlocking.

And when the door opened, there was Miyashita in casual clothes.

Not in his school uniform, so it’s casual attire, but…

“Why… are you wearing a Santa costume?”

“Yeah, yeah, I was a bit confused too.”

Miyashita appeared wearing a Santa costume, with bright red fabric adorned with white accents in various places, which caused Yuuto and me to burst into a suppressed laughter.

Miyashita, also somewhat embarrassed, blushed and gestured for us to come in quickly.

She probably didn’t want his neighbours to see him in his Santa cosplay. Indeed, if the neighbourhood kids saw him, they might give him the nickname ‘Santa Onee-san’.

On the other hand, it might be embarrassing to be known as someone who went all out during Christmas.

Encouraged by her gesture, we stepped inside Miyashita’s house.

Except for visiting Kirasaka’s villa with Shizuku during summer break, this was the first time I had been inside a female student’s home. I couldn’t help but wonder how far my gaze should wander; it revealed my lack of my friend circle.

Following Miyashita, Yuuto also took off his shoes and followed her. Although I realized he was lagging behind at the entrance, I caught up one step behind them as we walked down the corridor leading to the living room.

Miyashita stopped in front of a room, where the two girls inside would likely be.

“Is it okay now?”

“W-Wait a moment, please!”

The voice of Shizuku came from inside, and she seemed to be in a hurry, but we couldn’t tell what she was doing.

As Yuuto and I exchanged glances, Miyashita wore a sly grin and spoke.

“Your princesses are getting ready inside.”

“That’s kind of a cheesy line, isn’t it?”

Miyashita’s sinister grin only added to the effect, making the line even more cringe-worthy. Miyashita took a step back from the door and extended his hand, as if she was saying,

“Please, go ahead.”

I took a step forward and opened the sliding door. The room was adorned with decorations that sparkled in the soft glow of LED lights, with small Santa figurines, hanging gift box ornaments, and a Christmas tree in the corner.

However, my view was quickly obscured by something.

“Merry Christmas!”

“…”

After Shizuku’s voice, there was a brief moment of silence, followed by a loud popping sound that filled the room. By the time I realized the source of the sound was a party popper, my vision was filled with confetti.

Miyashita, who was still in the hallway, clapped her hands, and Yuuto, initially surprised, quickly transitioned to a joyful smile.

Adapting quickly, I brushed the confetti off me. I raised my gaze and found Kirasaka silently looking at me.

She still held a party popper in her hand.

“How do I use this?”

“…The string is sticking out, just pull it.”

I explained as she looked at the object with curiosity.

Then, she grasped the string and pulled it with force. The room filled with the explosion once more, and this time, a wave of confetti came flying directly into my face.

“I think I lost my eardrums.”

“Don’t worry they’re surpringly sturdy.”

…Bye-bye?

With a sarcastic comment, everyone, except me, burst into laughter. Caught up in the moment, I let out an involuntary sigh. Shizuku took my hand.

“Come on, let’s join them!”

“Yeah…”

I followed Shizuku, with Kirasaka trailing behind me. As Miyashita and Yuuto discussed the recent spectacle, everyone gathered around the living room table. It was the start of a Christmas party with special meaning, marking the end of the year.

Christmas wouldn’t be complete without chicken. In our family, we usually order Christmas chicken, but this year, Shizuku and Kirasaka prepared a homemade Christmas chicken. Most people who can cook seem to think that simply drizzling olive oil from a high place will do the trick. However, Shizuku and Kirasaka were far from that category. I was so impressed with their culinary skills that I even had minor complaints about the chicken.

After the meal, we cleaned up the table, and the next activity on the agenda was the classic board game of life. It involved spinning the roulette and living out a simulated life according to the numbers. However, with this group, the game turned into something entirely chaotic.

“Minato-san… we have another child now.”

“Yuuto, that’s creepy. Don’t blush and say ‘Minato-san.’ It’s disgusting.”

The shocking twist that Yuuto and I had gotten married and had two children was met with deadpan expressions from the women.

“…”

Unexpectedly, Yuuto and I got married and had two children. The girls remained single and changed jobs to become richer than us, but their expressions didn’t match.

It seemed like Shizuku and Kirasaka were directing murderous glares at Yuuto. If this was what a Christmas party was, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had misjudged the image of these gatherings being carefree and lively.

“Um… should we stop?”

Yuuto, wearing a grin, seemed to be having fun taunting them, but I couldn’t take any more of it.

It appeared that both Shizuku and Kirasaka agreed. They placed their in-game currency on the table and heaved a collective sigh. The look in their eyes wasn’t one for a game; it was one of seriousness.

Without the board game as an option, we seemed to be running out of things to do. Although the Christmas cake for dessert was ready, it was still too early to have it. We didn’t have any plans for going out, either.

Naturally, we drifted into casual conversations about various topics.

“Does everyone have plans for the New Year?”

Shizuku asked everyone, while Miyashita and Yuuto exchanged thoughtful looks.

As for me, of course I had no plans!

Or, to be precise, I had all the days free for rest and relaxation. If I were asked, I would confidently answer that every day was a planned day.

“I guess I’ll just send New Year greetings to my relatives.”

“I think mine will be similar, because the common trend on New Year is to spend the day at home.”

When Miyashita and Yuuto answered, Shizuku’s gaze turned to Kirasaka. She seemed to be curious if Kirasaka’s schedule was particularly busy.

It struck me that her father was one of Japan’s top business executives. It tickled the child in me to think that I might be stepping into a world I had only seen in manga or dramas, a gathering of the wealthy.

However, if I were in a position where I had to participate in such events, my strong inclination towards indoor activities would surge. Everyone was focused on Kirasaka, awaiting her response.

She said just what we expected.

“I’ll be receiving people who come to offer their New Year’s greetings to my father…”

As she said this, everyone in the room gasped in admiration. To be honest, I was curious about who these high-ranking individuals from well-known companies were, but I figured it was best not to pry into their private affairs.

However, Kirasaka had quite the responsibility, even if it was part of assisting her parents. She had to interact with people much older than her at this age.

Finally, Shizuku’s gaze shifted to me. She wanted to know about my plans as well. I was prepared to reveal my New Year’s Minato Special Menu before I was asked.

“Eating mochi under the kotatsu, watching the college marathon, and then going to sleep.”

“…Right.”

With a sigh that seemed to say, “I knew it,” Shizuku appeared to have expected this. Before I could ask her anything, she voiced her expectations.

“It would have been nice to go to the shrine together for the first visit of the year, Minato-kun…”

Perhaps she had held some slight hopes. Her smile seemed to carry a trace of loneliness.

At the same time, I remembered the expressions of the people I had seen on the way to Miyashita’s house. They all seemed to be having a great time, genuinely enjoying the moment. While I hated going to shrines and avoided it as much as possible, just for now, I couldn’t help thinking that it wouldn’t be nice to go there once in a while.

“Shall we go then?”

“Huh?”

“Huh, aren’t you going?”

“Huh!?”

Are you really that surprised? I guess you’d think that way, given you know the regular me so well.

Even I started wondering if it was just a momentary lapse of judgment when I saw your reaction. Suppressing the urge to retract my earlier statement, I waited for Shizuku to speak. Sitting next to me, Kirasaka suddenly stood up.

“Now that I think about it, I forgot I had free time this New Year’s.”

“But… You were talking about your New Year’s plans just earlier.”

“In that case, I’ll join in for the New Year’s shrine visit too.”

What on earth is going on here? When I saw Kirasaka announcing a sudden change of plans, Yuuto and Miyashita wore wry smiles.

I wonder why they look so detached, as if this doesn’t concern them. Well, I’ll make it clear to them later after I’ve eliminated their escape routes.

Anyway, they’re obliged to participate, so it’s not someone else’s problem.

Well, that’s how human nature is. Getting too surprised in response to it is what’s really irksome.

So, I can’t help but be a little annoyed when they are this surprised. That’s why I waited for them to calm down. While I wet my throat with my drink, Shizuku finally spoke.

“Mi-Mi-Mi-Minato-kun, do you have fever?”

“You don’t need to be so surprised…”

On the other hand, the bad thing about humans is that they become sullen when they are surprised.

So, until they calm down, I’ll just think about the Christmas cake that will be served soon.

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#276

When reflecting on my life up to this point, I realized that Santa Claus has always been a rather unpredictable presence. I’ve made various requests to Santa, and the things I’ve left out for him have ranged from the latest novels I’ve been wanting to read to the memory foam pillow I still use.

One particularly memorable instance is from when I was in elementary school. I suddenly wanted a new gaming console, and what I found waiting for me by the Christmas tree was a DVD player in our living room.

If there’s something I still enjoy to this day, it would probably be reading. Even so, I haven’t been dedicating much time to it lately. I’m not sure if it’s just because I haven’t found a book I’m particularly interested in, or if my enthusiasm for reading has waned.

On a positive note, I’ve reduced the amount of time I spend alone and bored. I’d like to believe that I’m just too busy enjoying life to have time for hobbies.

I wish it were like that…

But if I were to lose my hobbies, I might start finding life boring in the future.

Today, on the night of December 24th, Santa Clauses in various households are leaving presents and sweet letters for children by their bedsides. Of course, there is no actual Santa Claus; it’s the parents. It’s easy to say that out loud, but it’s important to respect the innocent dreams of children.

No one on the streets or on television is tearing apart the truth behind Santa Claus’s identity.

If you’re looking for such explanations, you’d probably have to check social media and forums online.

Santa Claus doesn’t visit our house anymore because, apparently, there’s an age limit. Both Kaede and I have grown closer to adulthood, so we’ve prepared our luggage and clothes on the table to get an early night’s sleep in preparation for tomorrow.

…I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that we didn’t prepare a pair of red socks like children do.

And so, on Christmas Day.

In the midst of children from my hometown, who are likely to be shouting with joy, I woke up.

In the world, there would be numerous boys and girls running down the hallway to report to their parents that Santa had come. Some might be disappointed because they received something different from what they’d wished for.

Yeah, that’s true. In fact, you could even hear the loud cries of a child in the neighbourhood, echoing from when I opened the window.

Waking up with the first sound being crying felt ominous, but I shook off the chill of the cold floor, got up, and made my way to the living room.

It appeared that my mother and Kaede were already awake. I was welcomed by a warm atmosphere beyond the open door.

“Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, Nii-san!”

Today too, they seemed to be in high spirits. When my mother and Kaede noticed me, they smiled and greeted me.

Frankly, I thought it was a half-hearted greeting, but they didn’t seem to mind.

“Merry Christmas Merry Christmas…”

I couldn’t help but feel that it was a casual greeting, but my mother and Kaede continued preparing breakfast together without a care.

Kaede brewed a fresh cup of coffee in the kitchen, brought it over, and set it on the table.

My mother made a gesture for me to sit down. When my mother saw Kaede’s gesture, she smiled, passed by behind me, and moved to the seat next to Kaede.

My mother retrieved a pale blue paper bag from under the table, and Kaede pulled out a red paper bag that had been hidden there.

“Here, your Christmas present.”

“I got one too.”

I take back what I said earlier; it seems I haven’t crossed the age limit just yet. Indeed, the Mira family is lenient with children!

Or rather, it’s my mother who’s lenient. My father would never prepare a present for me, for sure.

“…Thank you.”

Taking the paper bag handed to me, I tried to guess the contents based on how it felt. It was soft, so it was probably some kind of clothing.

When I raised my gaze from the bag, I saw my mother looking more fidgety than me. Her behaviour was shouting, ‘Open it quickly and show me your reaction!’

I carefully opened the paper bag, revealing a navy blue scarf inside. It had a nice texture, and the fabric looked warm. It was just what I needed because the cold wind was seeping in through my neck.

“…Thank you. I’ll definitely use this.”

“I had wanted to knit one for you, but I ran out of time. I’m sorry.”

She gives me a present, and she’s apologizing. I sincerely thanked her, and my mother returned to the kitchen, looking pleased.

Kaede, who was sitting across from me, had also received a scarf in a different colour. She seemed delighted, immediately wrapping it around her neck. It was a moment to be cherished, smiling as I sipped my awakening cup of coffee.

Time passed, and around noon, I had finished my preparations for departure. I sat by the front door adjusting the laces on my sneakers. From behind, my mother and Kaede came to see me off.

“I’m sorry we had made plans to have dinner together.”

“We can’t do anything if Nii-san already has plans. We can do it next year.”

When I turned around to and told Kaede and mom, she shook her head and told not to worry. I thought maybe, after today goes well, I should do something nice for my family. With my bag in hand, I opened the front door.

“I’m heading out.”

“Take care, Minato. Have a great time!”

They waved and watched me smilingly until I quietly closed the door.

Beneath the cold sky, the scarf my mother gave me came in handy as I walked alone. It kept my neck warm, preventing the cold air from creeping in.

The way to Miyashita’s home was unexpectedly not too far from my place or Shizuku’s, so we had all agreed to meet at the Miyashita’s.

However, the girls were busy with meal preparations, and Yuuto had received a message saying that the items he had ordered would be delivered this morning. So, we ended up heading to Miyashita’s house separately.

Despite having the same destination, we were to arrive independently. It was an unusual moment of solitude, allowing me to calmly reflect on my surroundings.

As expected, there weren’t many people walking alone. Most were in groups, with different relationships – friends, family, partners, each one unique.

But the smile I wore were genuine.

At this moment, I realized that, unrelated to me enjoying this Christmas day, my smile was true.

Were there times when I had genuine, unclouded smiles in photos taken as keepsakes?

In the past, even when there were similar gatherings, I was aware that I was being used as an excuse to invite Yuuto and Shizuku. I was invited almost as an afterthought.

No matter what, it was clear that I was just a pretext for those around me to invite him or her. I couldn’t connect with others, and I never felt any enjoyment in such situations.

How could a person who had spent his life thinking about how to pass the time during boring moments genuinely enjoy himself in a group photo? I used to ask myself.

However, this time was different. I was not just an excuse, and I was genuinely wanted there.

Time spent with people with no ulterior motives was different from before.

So, is it possible for me to spend time enjoying myself without second-guessing the words I’m aware of?

I pondered this while glancing at the groups of young people passing on the sidewalk.

And I realized I was being foolish for worrying about what I might look like, and my body temperature started rising.

Wow, it’s hot, isn’t it? That’s the magic of the scarf bestowed upon me by mom.

It’s wonderfully warm, and it’s heating me up to the point where it’s like a sauna under my clothes.

I fanned my clothes to let the trapped heat escape and then looked at the route displayed on my smartphone, slowly making my way forward.Top of Form

However, after a few steps, I turned around.

I gazed at the backs of the boys and girls I had just passed.

Could I have enjoyed the typical high school life that people talk about if I had learned to suppress my emotions a bit more and conform to the people around me?

No, that’s not it. Even thinking about it is futile. I’m more aware than anyone that Shinra Minato is not good at such smooth social interaction.

I can’t accept it. I can’t understand it. I can’t allow myself to use words or attitudes that are fake. I have a difficult, awkward, and utterly troublesome personality.

So, after reflecting and questioning myself, I resolved my doubts and turned back to continue my progress towards my destination.

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#275

In Sakuranaoka Academy’s gymnasium, all the students had gathered, their eyes fixed on Koizumi standing on the stage.

Representing the Student Council, Koizumi was addressing the entire student body, delivering some reminders for the winter break.

“Today is the last day of school for this year. I know many of you will be heading home for the holidays, so please take care of your health…”

On the morning of December 23rd, which marked the last school day of the year, the closing ceremony was being held.

Koizumi, the new Student Council President, stood on the stage, delivering his speech in an exemplary manner.

I stood near the wall of the gymnasium along with the teachers and the Student Council. As I watched him, I couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief, knowing that our activities as student council members for the year had come to an end.

Winter break was just a short period, and the third term would start right after the New Year.

Before I knew it, we’d sent off the third-year students at their graduation ceremony, and we were about to advance to our third year.

Looking back, time had passed so quickly. Especially since I wasn’t involved in any clubs or activities, the time seemed even shorter.

While I was pondering the perception of time, Shiraishi muttered beside me.

“Senpai, did you accept the invitation from Shizuku-senpai and the others for Christmas?”

“I accepted it, I accepted it… I even cancelled the much-anticipated Christmas chicken.”

When I told Kaede and my mom about the Christmas party at Miyashita’s house, they were overjoyed.

Yes, they were utterly shocked, as if it were a miracle. Not because of the idea of spending time with someone but because the phrase “Christmas party with girls” was more unexpected than anything else.

Indeed, even looking at my own calendar, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was some event from a different social hierarchy within the school.

I replied casually to Shiraishi, and she frowned with an air of dissatisfaction.

“Not showing up on the day is out of the question, from a human standpoint.”

“…It’s quite upsetting that you are assuming that I would bail out on the day.”

While I will firmly reject that notion, I won’t simply skip the event without notice. I might lower my voice and pretend to have a sore throat or some minor illness on the day.

When I become a working professional, I need to improve such skills. Maybe I’ll even become a self-taught expert and create an online video titled ‘How to Skip Work Like a Pro! Secret Techniques for Handling Absences!’. The image of getting bashed by the majority of viewers flashed before my eyes.

…Maybe I should refrain from that idea.

The ceremony progressed smoothly, but the final, drawn-out speech from the principal, lasting over thirty minutes and significantly surpassing the scheduled time, tested everyone’s patience. Nevertheless, the closing ceremony concluded successfully.

As we walked back to the student council room, the atmosphere within the school was filled with a sense of liberation, as if we’d been released from captivity. The noon bell chimed, and students discussed plans for the upcoming meal at a family restaurant, their last-minute Christmas preparations, and their schedules for the year-end and New Year.

Some students, on the other hand, dashed out of the school building as soon as the chime rang. Perhaps it was a game release day? Yeah, it had to be a new video game. They were in a hurry to get home to the world of gaming, not spending time with school friends.

Everyone has their own way of enjoying their free time and pursuing their interests, so I hoped those students who sprinted home would remember to stay safe and not rush into traffic accidents.

I opened the door to the student council room, reminding them of the importance of safety, and found only Koizumi inside. He greeted me with a smile upon my arrival.

“Thank you for your hard work. Do you think I behaved appropriately as the student council president?”

“It’s fine. I think I would have stumbled on the first sentence.”

I’m sure nobody doubted his words or behaviour as suitable for a student council president. There was no need to worry, but Koizumi still expressed concern, probably because he had just experienced the school’s closing ceremony on the stage for the first time.

While I was silently helping Koizumi take over some of the documents that he had been sorting out by himself and putting them away in their respective files, Koizumi said this.

“Does Christmas look okay?”

“You worry too much…

I can’t help it, really. I ended up laughing out loud and revealing my true thoughts, and Koizumi responded with a wry smile.

“We did get unexpectedly involved the other day, though.”

“In the end, was Miura okay?”

“Yeah, well, I had another meeting scheduled on the day of the Christmas event, so I declined other invitations. I proposed that we use the school facilities for a New Year’s celebration with a big meal, and she seemed to cheer up when I asked her to attend that meeting.”

“…”

What’s with that? I’ve never heard of such a plan before.

Does this mean we’ll be working during the New Year’s holiday?

Hey, are we running a black company in the student council?

And then, there’s Miura. I’m not really in a position to say this, but is it okay for her to compromise on her Christmas plans for a student council meeting?

Is it something like, as long as he doesn’t go to another girl’s event on Christmas, it’s fine?

Or maybe, just being able to spend Christmas together is already great from her perspective.

Well, I guess if I want to know more about that, I could casually bring it up with Shirashi and steer the conversation toward girl talk, so I should refrain from meddling in Koizumi and Miura’s affairs for now.

“The second term went by in the blink of an eye, didn’t it? Akane-senpai will graduate in the third term too…”

Koizumi muttered softly with a somewhat sad expression. I shook my head in response.

“Don’t get too sentimental; there’s still some time left. Our job is to ensure she doesn’t leave the school worried.”

It’s the responsibility of her juniors and a way to show gratitude for everything she’s done for us.

Before I knew it, we had finished organizing the documents we were working on together. Koizumi handed me the files I had been sorting, and I asked if there was anything else he needed to do.

However, Koizumi shook his head, saying there was nothing else to do before the year ended. Alright, then. Shall I head back?

I could inform Shizuku and Kirasaka that the work was done, and they’d probably suggest we go for lunch.

I had already messaged Kaede that I didn’t need lunch, but then I remembered something and turned to Koizumi.

“When you have the plans set for activities in the new year, make sure to let me know.”

“Sure, I’ll definitely keep you informed. And, Shinra-kun, do your best to have a happy new year.”

“Ah… happy new year.”

I could sense the words ‘do your best’ included Christmas too.

But he didn’t say it out loud. In those words, I felt like he was telling me that there was still something important left for me to do before the year’s end.

However, we exchanged vague words without spelling it out. I replied with a wry smile and bid him farewell.

With my bag on my shoulder, I glanced back at the student council room one last time before leaving. The next time I’d be here would be to welcome the new year.

And with that, I completed my final task for the year and headed home.

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