SS-Days without brother-3

For the first time in my life, I found myself engaged in a deep conversation with an older woman, neither my brother nor my childhood friend from the house across the street. We talked about my beloved brother’s life, how he spent his time at school, and what he did at home.

I couldn’t see brother at school and Akane-senpai couldn’t see him at home and before we knew it, it was late into the night.

Looking up at the living room clock in astonishment, I spoke.

“Tomorrow is a day off, so there’s no school, but are you fine, Senpai?”

“Don’t worry about me; I’m planning to take it easy tomorrow too.”

With a reassuring smile and those words, my anxiety was dispelled. I sighed in relief and began to think.

I had my own room, so there was no problem for me, but where would Senpai sleep? It didn’t feel right to leave her alone in the spacious living room with a futon. I considered suggesting she sleep in my room, even offering to share my bed.

“Senpai, would you be okay sleeping in my room? If you prefer, you can use the bed.”

“Oh, a bed is a bit much… Hmm?”

In response to my question, Senpai began to speak but then suddenly seemed to come up with a new idea. She closed her mouth, resting her chin on her hand with a contemplative expression. Then, she revealed a mischievous smile, reminiscent of a child plotting something naughty.

“I’ve got a great idea.”

Senpai took my arm and led me down the hallway, guiding me towards my brother’s room. The room stood unoccupied without its owner.

Senpai slowly opened the door and examined the room with her gaze. After a moment of contemplation, she entered the room. My brother’s scent immediately wafted into my nostrils.

“Let’s use his bed. How about sharing it?”

“Eh, isn’t that a bit too much?”

I couldn’t help but let out a wry smile in response to Senpai’s suggestion. If Shizuku-san or Kirasaka-san heard about this, they’d immediately wear scary expressions and oppose it. But for some reason, at that moment, her mischievous idea seemed fun to me. Despite verbally maintaining my pretense, my lips curled up involuntarily.

While I objected in words, the corners of my mouth twitched as I realized how much I was enjoying this situation. Senpai’s proposal was making me feel genuinely excited.

Senpai slid into the futon ahead of me, briefly concealing herself under the covers before popping her head out.

“Yeah, the smell is authentic.”

“Sniffing brother’s scent, you seem like a pervert.”

“If it’s a scent I like, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

As I pulled the futon up to my nose and chuckled, I almost forgot who was the elder between us. The contrast between this moment and her usual demeanor added to her charm, especially for someone like me who wasn’t accustomed to this kind of situation.

However, when it came to my brother, the story was different. The option of monopolizing my brother’s futon simply didn’t exist in my mind. As if to reclaim the futon that had been taken, I nestled into the space beside her and pulled the futon over us.

“This is my brother’s futon, so please don’t smell it too much.”

“Even though you say that, you seem to be enjoying it quite a bit.”

“I’m his little sister, after all.”

I reclaimed my brother’s futon, hugging it with both arms, and buried my face in it, taking a deep breath. It’s good, very good. It’s a secret from my brother, but on the days when I knew he’d be returning home late, I’d sometimes dive into his bed as soon as I got home.

A beloved scent since long ago, a scent that’s just mine. But for now, I’m in a good mood, so I decided to share a bit of it with Senpai. We lay down side by side in the futon, our gazes met, and we both burst into a stifled laugh.

“It’s a bit embarrassing to sleep in my junior’s futon…”

“Nobody will notice, so it’s our little secret.”

It was a nostalgic conversation, much like the ones we had as kids. My brother would probably say something like; [A secret isn’t a secret anymore when the two of you are sharing it.]

Imagining my brother’s reaction, I chuckled inwardly. Then, Senpai mumbled softly.

“I hope Kanazaki and Rei don’t barge into Shinra’s room.”

“…”

Oh no, I forgot…

It’s entirely possible, especially considering Rei-san. It’s easy to imagine what she might do. And despite Shizuku’s initial objection, she can surprisingly be quite enthusiastic, making my anxiety soar.

“…It’s possible.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think they’re the type to cause a scandal, so we should be fine.”

Senpai casually muttered, closing her eyes. Her breathing gradually turned into a steady rhythm, resembling a deep slumber, and I, too, relaxed my body and regulated my breathing.

In my fading consciousness, I started thinking about tomorrow. Will my brother come home tomorrow? The thought of it turned my solitary time into something quite lonely. I couldn’t come up with any ideas for how to spend the day.

Instead, a different idea surfaced in my mind, directed towards Senpai.

“Would you like to stay over again tomorrow?”

I whispered towards the ceiling and slowly turned my face sideways. Her chestnut hair came into view, followed by her mature face. Her expression was gentle and seemed to hold a hint of joy.

“Sure, I’d love to intrude again.”

“Thank you…”

It wasn’t the same as my brother, but her reassuring voice brought a faint smile to my face before I let go of my consciousness.

In the futon once again, the two of us spent a peaceful night.

On the second day, Senpai and I went shopping, and she also helped me with my studies, explaining subjects I didn’t understand. We had a meaningful time together.

In the morning, I prepared breakfast, while she cooked lunch. Then, in the evening, we cooked together. The sense of security and fun in our togetherness made time pass by unnoticed.

Night arrived, and just like the previous night, we shared a bath and slept in my brother’s futon.

By the third day, my heart was starting to panic.

My brother would be coming home, and I needed to prepare to welcome him. Should I use the souvenirs for the meal, or should I make something homey like fried chicken since we might be running out of food?

I spent the morning contemplating alone until Senpai, with a wry smile, spoke.

“Why don’t you calm down a bit?”

“Yes… you’re right.”

I sat down beside Senpai as she suggested, but soon got up to check the refrigerator. The ingredients were ready. All that was left was to wait for my brother’s return.

He said he would contact me before leaving Okinawa, but there hadn’t been any calls on my phone yet. I kept checking my phone’s screen every minute, and finally, the call screen appeared with the name ‘Shinra Minato’, my brother’s name.

“Hello, it’s Kaede!”

“Oh, Kaede… Have you been okay for the past two days?”

“Yes, I’ve been fine because Senpai was with me!”

Hearing my brother’s voice after three days, I couldn’t help but smile. He must have called during the short time before his flight at the airport. So, I planned to ask only the essential questions, and as I was mentally preparing for that, my brother said.

“By the way… I’ll be coming home one day later.”

“Huh…?”

“I might get dragged into Kirasaka for another day… Sorry, but can I ask you to handle things for one more day?”

With that, he said his farewells, and the call ended. The phone in my hand gripped tightly, my relaxed smile vanished.

My cheeks swelled like a chipmunk, and I blushed intensely. Trembling, my shoulders quivered, and Senpai must have guessed what the conversation was about before hearing it.

She sighed in resignation.

“Nii-san no… Bakaaaaa!*”

My outburst, a rare sight in the Shinra household, echoed throughout the house, reaching our neighbours.

< BBX: Didn’t want to ruin the original atmosphere there so I kept it as it was, it’s ‘Brother, you idiot!’ for those who don’t know. >

ToC

SS-Days without brother-2

I prepared a single lunchbox and shared lunchtime in the classroom with my classmates. Although lunchtime is usually a time for fun, today, I couldn’t muster the enthusiasm because my dear brother wasn’t at home, a thought that unconsciously crossed my mind.

Even so, I acted as usual so that the people around me wouldn’t notice. There’s a part of me that feels embarrassed that even though I’m in high school, it’s well known that I haven’t been able to leave my brother’s side.

Afternoon classes passed in the usual manner, just mindlessly copying the information from the blackboard into my notebook. And when final chime rang, I exchanged greetings with nearby students and left my seat.

I retrieved my school-designated shoes from my shoe locker and head out of the building. As I passed through the front gate, I noticed a commotion among the students nearby.

I can’t help but wonder what’s going on as I tiptoe to get a better look. Beyond the front gate, I spot someone in brother’s school uniform who was carrying herself with a sense of authority, even in front of students from another school.

It’s Hiiragi Akane-senpai.

With her chestnut-coloured hair billowing. The female students from the other school, who were loudly gossiping, suddenly quiet down.

It’s true; she does have quite a commanding presence, fitting for my brother’s school. But why is she here?

My thoughts are quickly interrupted by my realization that she’s here to pick me up, just as my brother had asked her to in the morning.

Reluctantly, I accept this arrangement, although it’s not exactly what I’d prefer. We’ve already met during the matchmaking process, so it’s not like we’re complete strangers.

I walk in the gap between students, approaching the gate to meet Hiiragi-senpai.

“Akane-senpai.”

“Kaede-chan. Good work today.”

She wore a gentle smile and waved to me as she approached. The students from the girls’ academy who had gathered around us to see what was going on soon dispersed and returned to their way home.

With fewer eyes on us, Akane-san then explained her purpose.

“Let me walk you home. It’s still bright outside, so I might be overthinking it, but it’s just a small gesture.”

“Thank you very much. In that case, I’d like to walk you home as well.”

Akane-san’s presence was captivating. If she were to escort me home, I couldn’t help but worry about her safety.

We exchanged a knowing smile, then walked side by side.

It felt a bit strange to walk home with a senior student two years older than me, especially since Shizuku-san felt like an older sister from my childhood, and I had grown accustomed to her.

As we walked, both of us slightly reserved, president broke the silence.

“I wonder if Shinra and the others are heading to their accommodations by now.”

She glanced at the cute wristwatch on her arm which was different from what I expected it to be as she spoke. Indeed, if everything was going according to the schedule mentioned in pamphlet brother had brought, they might be arriving at their lodgings by this moment.

Yuuto-san was in the same group, so I couldn’t help but imagine if they were perhaps squabbling over a place to sleep.

No, if it were my brother, he would probably find a quiet spot near the corner. I just hope Shizuku-san and Rei-san aren’t up to anything strange… With these minor worries in my mind, I nodded and replied.

“As long as they’re enjoying themselves.”

“Given his personality, I doubt he can fully enjoy in all the commotion.”

“He fundamentally dislikes group activities…”

Inwardly, I offered a brief apology to my brother’s friends who weren’t here. Even with Shizuku-san, Rei-san, and Yuuto-san around, brother would probably feel uncomfortable…

He’s more observant of his surroundings than anyone else and quite sensitive to the atmosphere. Just walking near the popular students in this unique setting of the school trip would be tiring for him.

The irony is, he understands group psychology better than anyone, but precisely because he understands, he dislikes it. Losing his sense of self is more painful for him.

During these two days without my brother, with the weekend in between, there’s not much to do at home. Perhaps it’s for that reason, or maybe it’s without much thought that I presented a suggestion to the senpai beside me.

“Akane-senpai, would you like to stay over at my place?”

The two of us returned to the Shinra residence, and then headed to the Hiiragi household.

Since Akane-senpai had her own preparations for her stay, I passed the time by shopping for dinner at a nearby supermarket.

Today’s menu was my brother’s favorite dishes. He generally loves the kind of food that children enjoy. Curry, omelet rice, hamburgers, and fried chicken.

I smiled fondly as I carefully selected the ingredients. I’d love to treat him to his absolute favorite, fried chicken, but it takes a while to prepare. So today, I’ll make omelet rice and a salad with okra.

As I mentally assembled the recipe, I placed the appropriate ingredients into my shopping basket. Since I was familiar with the measurements, cooking would be a breeze.

After completing the purchase, when I stepped outside, I happened to meet Akane-senpai who had changed into a white dress.

Her clean attire gave her a different impression from her usual dignified self.

With her taste in delicate things, like the watch, I wondered if she secretly liked cute items. I looked forward to tonight as we divided the shopping bags and walked towards my house.

Dinner was planned before the bath, and I politely declined her offer to help with the dinner.

This is my family and, moreover, my brother’s favorite food, so it’s my job to treat everyone. In the following days, I’ll do my best to cook so my brother won’t feel embarrassed.

“You’re quite skillful. It’s clear you’ve been in the kitchen regularly.”

“My brother is terrible at all household chores.”

“But you’re able to get along so well without any complaints because you’re kind.”

Kind… Is that so?

Is it natural since it’s housework? Or perhaps our good relationship is due to my kindness.

It was a lovely compliment, but there was one more thing to add.

“It’s also because my brother is very kind as well.”

I muttered softly, pausing my hands as I plated the salad.

My brother’s kindness is not easily conveyed to others.

He likely does this because he wants to hide it in inconspicuous ways. It’s typical of my brother, as he dislikes standing out.

Even though I understand his personality better than anyone, there’s a part of me that wants those around him to acknowledge him just a little bit. But this is my desire, not my brother’s.

However, the woman in front of me seemed to have had similar feelings, and she wore a complex smile.

“People often find it hard to understand, but he’s actually quite simple. He only protects what’s within his reach and spread his arms wide, unlike our current classmates.”

Her manner of enjoying her coffee was natural, and her words didn’t feel insincere. She genuinely appreciated him and recognized him for who he was.

…She’s a woman, which bothered me a bit.

Nevertheless, I felt joy in the fact that many people shared the same thoughts.

At the same time, I wanted to show some dignity as his little sister to Senpai, who acted as if she were the person who understood him the best. So, I made a somewhat joking remark.

“Shall we talk about my brother today?”

“Haha… I won’t chew him up or anything, but it sounds like an interesting proposal.”

The woman with chestnut-coloured hair responded with a mischievous smile, clasping her hands together. My brother probably didn’t anticipate this kind of development.

I held the completed salad in both hands and sat across from her. From then until the rice was ready and well into the night, the Shinra family’s living room echoed with a different kind of conversation.

ToC

SS-Days without brother-1

This is from Kaede’s perspective.

I watched as the car my brother had boarded grew smaller in the distance, waving my hand continually.

Then, a senior standing beside me asked.

“Kaede-chan, may I come in?”

“Yes, please.”

I accepted the president’s request and stepped forward to open the door. Extending my hand to gesture her in, the president smiled and entered the house.

Now we were alone in the living room. Just a short while ago, the seat where my brother used to be was empty. My gaze was fixed in the same place, and I already felt dejected knowing that I would witness the same scene for a few more days.

I couldn’t help but worry if my brother would be alright during the school trip. I let out a sigh, feeling like an overprotective parent.

The president, seated across from me, seemed to have sensed my thoughts. She gave a wry smile and spoke.

“Kanazaki and Rei are there too, so don’t worry about your brother. He’ll be fine.”

“Yes, that’s true… But I can’t help but think he might do something.”

Of course, I had many worries about his daily life. Despite being bad with mornings, would he wake up on time and eat his meals alone? He would be wearing his school uniform, and after he got back, would he hang his shirts on a rack to keep them wrinkle-free? The list of details was endless.

However, my biggest concern was my brother’s behaviour. No one, not even me, who had spent the most time with him, could understand that.

My brother was genuinely unpredictable.

“President-san do you think my brother would be able to make friends during the school trip?”

A simple question.

I wasn’t sure who would understand best how he interacted with friends. That person would be the president, who had seen his actions at school the most.

It was something to calm me down. But President glanced upward for a moment and then replied.

“Well, it’s most likely impossible.”

“Yes, I thought so too.”

I sighed, slumping my upper body onto the desk.

Yes, that’s right. I also felt that way.

My brother was almost certainly not going to get along with others, and the people around also won’t make an effort to get along with him either.

I hoped my brother would have a fantastic school trip. That would be the best thing. But for some reason, considering my brother’s personality, I had an inexplicable worry that he might do something unnecessary, and that concern swirled in my heart.

In times like these, if only we were in the same year and attending the same school…

Yes, that’s right. If we were twins, I could have stayed by my brother’s side.

Such thoughts, though pointless to voice, crossed my mind. Watching my expression, the president smiled happily.

Her chestnut coloured hair was beautiful, and even though she was only two years older, she looked very mature. It must be her aura.

…I wonder if my brother prefers women who exude this kind of mature atmosphere?

Most of my thoughts revolved around my brother. Even though it was just for a few days, I started to feel anxious about not being able to see him.

In the living room, we shared a quiet moment, and time flew by. As the time to leave for school approached, president and I changed into our respective school uniforms.

We carried our bags and met in front of the entrance. President spoke.

“I’ve been asked by Shinra to pick you up from your school after school.”

“Is it really okay…? Thank you very much.”

It seemed my brother had also been worried and asked the president to take care of me in his absence. Two thoughts crossed my mind: why did he ask a woman for help, and at the same time, relief that it was not a man, both of which were contradictory.

Well, I’m just feeling uneasy, imagining my brother asking the president for help, that’s all!

After parting ways with the president near our house, I returned to my usual daily life. As I approached the school, I greeted my familiar classmates.

Entering the classroom and taking my seat, I reached into my bag for the day’s materials. Suddenly, my gaze fell on my smartphone screen.

There might be a message from my brother. I looked at the screen with anticipation, and there was indeed a message. However, the sender wasn’t my brother as I had hoped; it was a message from Shizuku-chan.

The message was short.

“First time on an airplane, sleeping like a log!”

The attached photo showed brother with his head resting on the window frame, sound asleep.

“Truly… so typical of Nii-san.”

Certainly, brother might have been excited about his first airplane ride. However, he, who wasn’t a morning person, must have succumbed to drowsiness in the airplane and closed his eyes.

“Thank you! Please take care of my brother!”

I typed a reply and sent to Shizuku-chan.

Then, there were no more messages, from Shizuku-chan or brother.

As my classmates continued with their usual school day, I found myself discussing about why he hasn’t contacted me. Even miniaturized versions of myself debated the reasons, but ultimately concluded it, it was because the person in question was brother.

I really… want you to contact me.

My supposedly enjoyable school days and delicious lunches seemed strangely unappetizing because the person I was yearning for was not at home.

I might be considered a bro-con, but I couldn’t help it. My life was powerless without Shinra Minato.

Now that he has gone far away to Okinawa, my energy was already starting to wane on the first day. I was left worrying about how to replenish my brother energy.

During the lunch break, some classmates tried to engage in conversation, but it was as if they weren’t there. My love for your brother was well-known, so they likely understood my preoccupation.

Only three days, less than half a week, yet the thought of enduring even half a day felt excruciating. Even a brief moment of time seemed like a burden.

“Haa…”

I can’t remember how many times I’ve hear myself sigh today. And that was after I’ve told brother that sighing makes happiness run away.

Nii-san… please come home soon.

If possible, come back in half a day…

Thus, my the first of three days without brother began.

ToC

#264

Floating on the water’s surface is a board-shaped boat inflated with air, gently rocking and vibrating, its pleasant rhythm almost lulling me to close my eyes.

There’s no extra noise; it’s just a quiet expanse of space. Occasionally, there’s a sound as the water is displaced, but apart from that, there’s no other noise.

The final day of our school trip.

Originally, we were supposed to be heading to the airport with other students, catching the afternoon flight back to Tokyo and then making our way home to Kanagawa.

However, here I am, leaning on the water’s surface, even though it’s past noon.

Why did things end up like this?

It all started with a single sentence from Kirasaka.

“So, I’ve made a hotel reservation. Shall we move?”

“Wait, a reservation? But don’t we have a flight soon?”

For the return flight, I decided that I’d enjoy it to some extent, since the flight on the way here was over in an instant. I’d set my phone to airplane mode and just take pictures to show Kaede later. That was what my top priority was.

But when I retorted to Kirasaka’s words, a long black car with an elongated body appeared in my line of sight as we left the souvenir shop.

“Wow, a limousine here… It feels totally out of place.”

Beside me, Shizuku, said with a wry smile.

No kidding. It’s not just out of place; it’s incredibly so.

Not only us, but passersby around us were glancing over, as if we were some celebrities.

Drawing attention is a big no-no. My reputation as a tomato dealer within the school is enough, and getting more famous would cause trouble.

I’m already quite the known figure inside the school, enough to threaten even Yuuto’s status.

Although that’s a joke.

Still, she keeps acting in such an outlandish way, I thought as I glanced at Kirasaka. But without saying anything, she pulled me into the car and closed the door.

“Wait, Kirasaka-san!? Please let Minato-kun go!”

Shizuku tried to approach, but the door was closed before her.

“You can take your time; the transfer car will arrive later for you… We’re heading to the hotel a bit ahead.”

Kirasaka, a look of triumphant joy on her face like a young lady, smiled and waved slightly as she finished her conversation with them, and the car started moving.

How did it come to this?

The hotel we were taken to was one managed by Kirasaka’s family. She must have contacted them in advance because we received a warm welcome and were given a luxurious room.

Inside the room, there were my belongings, which should have been in the school bus. I hadn’t chosen the marine experience, but there was a swimsuit in the room.

“Is this for me to wear?”

Naturally, it wasn’t appropriate to share a room with a girl, so Kirasaka had gone to her own room. Given how she’d left it there for me, it seemed like I was being told to put it on…

Given my personality, when told to do something, I didn’t want to comply. But being left alone in an unfamiliar place was not a joke.

Kirasaka might do something terrible if her mood soured.

A frightening girl… that was Kirasaka Rei.

Standing in front of the mirror, I put on the swimsuit. The size was perfect.

If anything, I wanted to ask why she knew my swimsuit size.

Standing still, I suddenly heard a knocking on the door.

“Yes…”

“It’s me. Let’s go.”

I heard Kirasaka’s voice from outside the room and let out a small sigh. Opening the door, there she was. She wore a jacket on top, and below that, her slim and beautiful legs were revealed without any hesitation.

…I didn’t know where to look.

I wasn’t guilty, but I was conscious of my slightly accelerated heart rate and flushed cheeks.

A beautiful girl in a swimsuit standing right in front of me. There were few boys who wouldn’t feel anything.

Satisfied with my reaction, Kirasaka smiled and took my hand, leading me through the hotel. Finally, we reached an indoor pool.

This was like an oasis…

Leave everything to the flow. A world where you don’t need to think is the best.

I could hear the sounds of splashing water as I shifted my gaze to the side.

There, unlike me who was using a floater, Kirasaka was floating on the water’s surface.

“How’s our family-owned hotel?”

“I bet it’s expensive… Do you know the phrase ‘abuse of power’?”

“Of course, I’m paying for it myself, and I also got permission from my father.”

Oh, I see. Well then, it’s okay to use this time to recover my fatigued mind.

Wait, did she just say she’s paying for it herself? My pocket money has already dried up, is this really okay?

Let’s leave depressing thoughts for later and sort out the situation for now.

Kirasaka was different from me, but I glanced at her as she floated on the water’s surface.

Her long, slender legs, her well-defined waist, and those two mountains peeking out of the water.

The choice of a black swimsuit seemed deliberate, fully aware of her assets. Yeah, this is quite the problematic situation.

Just by examining her style, my brain was already delving into a serious situation. Her black hair, slightly longer than when we first met as freshmen, dripped with water, and it turned out she hadn’t worn makeup that time she stayed over at my house.

Even though her face was wet from the water, her well-arranged features remained unchanged. No, the dripping water somehow added to her allure.

A demeanour so mature that it’s hard to believe we’re the same age.

In this situation, with no one around, truly alone, my gaze involuntarily shifted to the ceiling. Well… I was lying on the boat from the start, so my gaze was fixed on the ceiling from the beginning.

As I tried to think of something to say, the words she used during the confession scene with Miyashita came to mind.

“I love you.”

Short, simple, straightforward words. With no room for ambiguity due to its directness, these words must have come straight from Kirasaka’s heart.

…Why me, though?

I pondered this on the water’s surface. Kirasaka, who was right beside me, smiled with a hint of amusement as she seemed to be enjoying this situation.

Kirasaka should know. Right now, I couldn’t respond to her or Shizuku’s feelings. I don’t want a fake or ambiguous relationship, and while it might seem like I’m postponing the answer, there’s no point in uttering words I’d have to fake.

I believe she know that, and she might be giving me time.

But I can’t help but wonder why. I’m just ordinary in terms of talent, abilities, looks, and financially. I’m far from being someone who can compete with those who have exceptional qualities. I’m well aware that I am not worthy enough for them.

It’s both an honour and a burden.

“By putting emotions into words, the feelings I’ve been holding back flooded out all at once… That’s how it felt.”

Kirasaka muttered as she swayed on the surface of the water.

This must be a new experience for her as well. Each word was spoken with a fresh tone, as if savouring each one.

I quietly listened to her words.

“I should have ultimately gotten Shinra-kun… But now I don’t want to give you to anyone. That’s how I feel.”

She said with her cheeks blushing slightly as she looked towards me. This different side of Kirasaka, who usually seems mature, made her look like a girl appropriate for her age

This display of hers, uncharacteristic of her, made me feel embarrassed, too. Its probably empathy mixed with embarrassment.

Small hands reached out from underwater and met mine. At that moment, I heard the pitter-patter of footsteps drawing near.

I raised myself up on the floater to look and saw Shizuku in a light blue swimsuit running towards us. Yuuto and Miyashita followed behind her.

While Yuuto and Miyashita were also wearing swimsuits, the difference was that they had put on jackets over them. Because Shizuku ran by the poolside in just her swimsuit, so they were bouncing a lot.

She didn’t seem to mind the vigorous up-and-down movement of her chest and ran towards the place closest to us, she leaped into the water in her swimsuit.

With a beautiful dive, she minimized the water splash. She swam to the bottom as if diving and resurfaced midway between me and Kirasaka.

“Puhaa… Minato-kun, are you okay?”

“Are you okay? Running and diving like that.”

Yes, indeed, we were taught to warm up properly before entering a pool, weren’t we? Diving without is not good.

Shizuku squeezed herself between the two of us, wrapping herself around my arm without the slightest concern for how she looked. Her act of pulling me away from Kirasaka seemed to darken Kirasaka’s expression instead.

Her eyes, which were kind and gentle just moments ago, were now filled with hostility, and her freezing gaze pierced through us.

“Kanazaki-san… Let him go. He’s mine.”

“What are you misunderstanding? He’s my Minato-kun.”

No, he’s my Minato.

To be exact, I’m Minato-kun

Surprisingly, Kirasaka was the one who gave in first. She sighed and immediately changed her expression back to her usual one. Then, she looked at Yuuto and Miyashita standing by the pool.

“Well, since you couldn’t really enjoy the school trip, you should take it easy at this hotel. Please make the most of your time here.”

As she spoke, Kirasaka raised her hand, and a few servants emerged from inside. They brought towels, drinks, and even light refreshments, attending to our every need.

This was some kind of VIP treatment.

But as Kirasaka had mentioned, we couldn’t honestly say we had thoroughly enjoyed the school trip, and we didn’t feel an ounce of guilt for indulging in this extra day at the hotel, thanks to her generosity.

ToC

#263

Hidden feelings turn into words, gaining weight and significance.

What Kirasaka said became the most impactful phrase of our school trip for me.

Her words were even more shocking than Miyashita’s confession.

We returned from our hike, and the last breakfast of the school trip began. All students gathered in the large dining hall, each taking a seat wherever they pleased.

I also found a seat near the edge of the room, and the gazes of those around me were drawn my way.

“That’s the Tomato guy…”

The whispers and snickers of students chatting privately reached my ears. Don’t they know the rule about keeping private conversations private? Private words quickly turn into offensive ones the moment they’re not private, so they should be careful.

Ignoring the looks from those around me, I sat down and started my breakfast. I was confident that nobody would come near this seat, but just as I thought that, a figure approached and appeared at the edge of my vision.

“Good morning, Minato-kun.”

“Morning, Shizuku.”

During the incident with Miyashita, Shizuku had been inside, monitoring the other female students, and now she greeted me with a smile.

After replying, I shifted my chair a little to the side.

“Excuse me.” With that, Shizuku took a seat next to me.

“So, how did it go with Miyashita?”

“…”

She muttered in a low voice, and turned her inquisitive gaze towards me. She had helped, so it was only natural that she needed an explanation.

However, her words triggered a playback of the scene after Miyashita and Yuuto’s matter had been resolved in my mind.

Should I even bother explaining about Kirasaka?

These two tend to bicker over everything, and it could turn into a big hassle.

I decided to remove unnecessary information and provide an explanation for the matter. I explained that Miyashita had confessed and that Yuuto was still affected by the incident with Shizuku.

Even so, Miyashita declared that she wouldn’t give up, and Shizuku, after hearing the story, couldn’t help but smile.

There must have been aspects of Miyashita’s actions that Shizuku could relate to. Understanding someone’s feelings allows you to comprehend the difficulty and hardship they are facing.

Shizuku breathed a small sigh of relief as she began to eat the breakfast she had brought. Her various emotions were overshadowed by the cheerful chatter of the other students in the dining hall.

She had taken her breakfast and occasionally glanced in my direction, her small mouth munching on a piece of bread as she smiled.

Even after witnessing yesterday’s series of events, Shizuku remained unchanged. The strength of long-lasting relationships was genuinely reassuring.

Despite the curious gazes from the people around us, she didn’t appear to be affected in the least.

The two of us peacefully ate our breakfast side by side, and time passed. The schedule for the day included a group excursion to sightsee and some time allocated for buying souvenirs.

We would have lunch, and then it was off to the airport to catch the flight back to Tokyo. Time was slipping away rapidly.

Indeed, many events had unfolded during this trip. However, if someone were to ask me if this school trip was enjoyable, I couldn’t confidently answer ‘yes’.

Moreover, the image of a scene from just a while ago lingered in my mind – Kirasaka’s words and her boldness.

Her expression and determination at that moment indicated that she was pursuing something seriously, not just making jokes.

Naturally, I anticipated that her actions or words would bring some changes, which led to one concern…

“Still sticking together, I see.”

Just as I was pondering this, the person I least wanted to meet appeared behind us, gracefully and coolly addressing me.

Kirasaka had changed from her early morning casual attire into her school uniform, looking her usual composed, cool-headed self.

To be honest, her coolness was overwhelming, to the point that my heart seemed to have been pumping cold blood. Cold sweat trickled down my back, and I was on the verge of accidentally coughing up the soup I had just sipped.

“Are you okay?”

Worried, Shizuku tapped my back and called out to me.

After telling her I was okay, I turned around to see Kirasaka standing there, her eyes were still strong and cold.

Did I do something wrong?

I noticed her intense gaze and then followed her line of sight to my shoulder, where I felt Shizuku’s hand.

“Shinra-kun, I believe I told you something.”

“What do you mean?”

There are so many things she had said, I don’t know what exactly she’s referring to. When I asked her, she let out a sigh and muttered.

“I told you I wouldn’t let you be taken by anyone, and that includes your childhood friend here.”

Kirasaka grabber my arm as she sat down on the seat next of me opposite to Shizuku.

My body leaned heavily as she pulled me towards herself.

“What!? You can’t just say that Minato-kun is yours!”

On the other side of the table, Shizuku was equally fierce, pulling me back in her direction.

Wow, is this what youth is about? …What an annoying situation to be in.

The only people who were laughing out loud at this situation are the ones who have a few screws loose in their heads. My arms were starting to hurt and the onlookers’ curious stares only added to the discomfort.

Maybe it’s because of my actions the other day, and the general impression I’ve been creating, the situation is getting increasingly uncomfortable.

I found some relief in the fact that Yuuto and Miyashita had managed to spend their time without creating complex situations during this trip.

The actions I took, and the trust I lost, had a purpose. That alone was worth enough to have me participating in the event.

What can I do when I’m torn between feeling like a saint or something else? I wonder what kind of stories people will turn this school trip into when they recount it in the future.

Will they embellish it with tales of heroic deeds, or add a touch of bittersweet romance? As for me, I’ll season it with a dash of irony.

As I bought a Shisa-inspired doll and Okinawan soba to give to Kaede, I couldn’t help but think about how my perception had changed during this journey. I’ve been seen as an intruder meddling in the lives of Yuuto, Shizuku, and Kirasaka, but it seems that this school trip has shifted that perception.

I’ve earned the peculiar nickname, ‘Tomato Guy’. A tomato guy with twisted personality. And even the farmers are impressed with this tomato.

While it’s not exactly a compliment, I don’t mind it; it’s better than trying too hard to fit in with the top caste.

Still, I can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude towards the four students who accompanied me on this shopping adventure, even though I wasn’t buying anything myself.

Shizuku, Kirasaka, Yuuto, and Miyashita.

They seem like a group of students who don’t feel the need to belong to a particular circle, and I wonder if that’s a good thing.

As I received my change and walked back to our group, I joined the line formed by students all wearing the same school uniform. Unexpectedly, Kirasaka posed a direct question.

“What’s your impression of this school trip that suddenly started with the path of you being hated?”

“…”

I’m used to her straightforward way of asking questions. It’s classic Kirasaka. Shizuku and Yuuto greeted the question with wry smiles, while Kirasaka’s expression held a hint of apology.

…If I were to be happy or sad about her every comment, I wouldn’t be able to survive. So, if she dares ask her questions in her typical way, Minato-kun will reply in his own way too.

I replied with a slight upturn of my lips, a combination of a sigh and a wry smile, and spoke in a soft voice to wrap up the trip.

“…I definitely want to participate individually next time.”

I truly felt that from the bottom of my heart. Okinawa… it was, without a doubt, an incredible place.

Being able to travel freely and without any reservations would have allowed for many more precious experiences. Hopefully, the next time I come; it will be as a solo traveller.

I won’t forget how the sky above was an intense shade of blue, ironically contrasting my own feelings.

“With that in mind, I’ve already made reservations for another night at the hotel.”

“Could you please elaborate on the ‘with that in mind’ part?”

And so, we might have resolved the unsolvable issue on this trip.

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#262

As the students finished dinner and began moving back to their rooms for sleep, I picked up my smartphone and made a call.

“Hello, Minato-kun, what’s wrong?”

“I just wanted to ask a favour.”

Shizuku’s photo appeared on the screen, and her voice came through the speaker.

I had left my room to find a quiet spot since I wanted some privacy, and I walked to a vending machine located a short distance away in the corridor. There was a bench nearby where two people could sit.

I took a seat and told her my request.

“Could you please let Miyashita know to come to the hiking course tomorrow morning at 5 AM?”

[ The hiking course? ]

The place was surrounded by rich nature, with the cottages as our accommodations. There seemed to be a popular hiking course within this facility.

The students would be waking up at 6 AM, and breakfast was at 7 AM. If anyone else were to visit, it would likely be after six.

If it were 5 AM, there should be hardly anyone there. It seemed like Shizuku had caught on to my intention, and she responded.

[ In that case, I’ll stay in my room to manage things so that no one gets suspicious of Miyashita-san’s absence. ]

“I appreciate it…”

I said through the phone, although she couldn’t see me, and I lowered my head slightly. I knew I was being selfish.

Miyashita had decided to go for it at the airport tomorrow. I’ve also agreed to it too during the evening today. Therefore, forcibly changing the timing was not my intention.

However, given Nakayama’s presence, the hiking course in the morning seemed to have the lowest chance of interference. At the very least, I wanted to ensure her final closure went smoothly without any unwanted disruptions.

After ending the call with Shizuku and purchasing a drink to take back to my room, I encountered Yuuto standing in front of the room. He noticed me and offered a wry smile. Perhaps he had something to discuss.

I stopped next to him and leaned against the wall. I opened the lid of the tea I’d bought and took a sip as Yuuto began to speak.

“Sorry about earlier. I should have tried harder to stop them.”

“Ah, it’s fine.”

“Fine?…”

Yuuto’s expression changed slightly, first showing surprise and then turning into a somewhat exasperated sigh.

This seemed to be a significant issue for him, although it wasn’t as big of a problem for me. If I had to provide an example, it would be the likelihood of being called ‘Tomato-kun’ in the future. Or given the context ‘Dense Tomato-kun’.

However, it might be a good idea to explain this to Yuuto. He wasn’t the type to be satisfied with vague explanations.

“Even if the three of you told them to stop, it wouldn’t have calmed down in that situation.”

“…”

It’s just my personal opinion, but I told Yuuto.

Just as the saying goes, ‘the right man in the right place,’ they are ideal for gathering support from the students. But on the contrary, in that situation, where the atmosphere became chaotic, I think I’m more suitable for calming it down.

They’re too kind, and they can’t bring themselves to say strong words. Although Shizuku showed her reluctance, she’s not good at dealing with assertive students.

In that situation, it was Kirasaka who remained the calmest.

By simply ignoring the situation, she made it quite clear to those around her.

However, individual expressions of intent aren’t enough to bring the heated atmosphere under control.

To put it plainly, I’m the kind of person who disrupts the rhythm of the group.

Just by not matching the rhythm, you can completely change the atmosphere. Uncooperative, troublesome, and various other things. It becomes discord, seen as an intruder.

Once the antagonist appears, the rest is easy. By targeting the core of the students, acting like the hypocrite they hate the most, you can naturally freeze the atmosphere.

So, I chose the role that was best suited to be disliked by the others and would lead to a quick resolution.

Yuuto is best suited to improve the awkward atmosphere among the students. I think Shizuku will support him, and Kirasaka…

Anyway, I believe this is the best approach to handle that situation.

Yuuto quickly managed the situation there. He did his job. So, there’s no need for apologies, neither giving nor receiving.

But it might be a bit late, but I have one more thing to ask.

“Tomorrow… in the morning, I’m thinking of going to the hiking course. Are you gonna come?”

“Alright, I’ll join you.”

As the students return to their rooms and there are no people in the hallway, I made an agreement with Yuuto on the last night of our school trip.

And then time passes.

The final morning of the school trip arrives, with various speculations and emotions swirling around.

At 5 in the morning, while the students are still in their dreams, I step outside. I thought about wearing my uniform, but wearing a uniform for a long time this early in the morning seems too troublesome, so I step outside in the loungewear I had brought with me.

As I left the cottage, I saw Yuuto waiting for me, bathing in the morning sun with a refreshed expression.

“Good morning, Minato. Shall we go for a morning walk?”

“Yeah, sure.”

We both stretched our bodies and then walked shoulder to shoulder towards the hiking course. After passing through a corridor lined with buildings, we entered a lush tunnel of trees.

The refreshing morning breeze helped wash away any lingering frustrations from the previous day. The natural surroundings seemed to brighten our expressions.

Yuuto also seemed relaxed, humming a tune as he enjoyed the walk.

After about five minutes, we reached a secluded area with benches, like a resting place. It felt like the perfect spot to enjoy a meal.

As I was thinking that, I noticed a woman standing there. Of course, I knew who she was.

It was Miyashita Aya.

She, too, was in casual attire, gazing up at the trees. When she heard our footsteps, she turned around.

“Good morning, both of you.”

“Good morning, Miyashita-san.”

“Morning…”

We exchanged morning greetings and approached her. Yuuto didn’t suspect anything. He likely assumed that she was just enjoying the morning hike, like us.

So, I turned towards him, intending to tell him about our planned meeting and why I had asked him to come out at this early hour. However, before I could speak, Miyashita spoke first.

“Minato… I’m sorry, but could you wait over there for a bit?”

She pointed towards the direction from which we had come. There were some rocks that were suitable for sitting, so waiting there wouldn’t be a problem.

But from her tone, I couldn’t tell if she was planning an unexpected encounter and confession. Although I had asked her to change the timing to the morning, I had originally planned to apologize to Yuuto and explain everything.

However, her words should take priority right now. I nodded and said a few words to Yuuto.

“I’ll wait over there. Let me know when you’re done talking.”

“Alright, sorry for this.”

Yuuto must have sensed something about the reason she called only him closer. After I replied back with just a word, his expression became more serious.

I moved a little further away and sat on a rock, but still, I was close enough to hear their conversation. While focusing my attention on what’s happening in front of me, I failed to notice the woman who had taken a seat beside me.

“Good morning, Shinra-kun.”

“…Could you stop approaching me while hiding your presence?”

“It’s a woman’s hobby, you know.”

What kind of hobbies is it? It almost seems like that of someone skilled in assassination.

My suspicious gaze towards Kirasaka was effortlessly brushed aside, and she turned her focus forward.

“Kanazaki-san is waiting in the room to avoid raising suspicion among the other students. She told me that I should come here because I’d be fine.”

“Is that so?”

Both of them have the right to witness the outcome of the cooperation they provided. Originally, Shizuku probably wanted to do the same.

However, she has taken on the bothersome role, and for that, I’m grateful. I redirected my gaze towards Kirasaka, then turns her attention back to Miyashita and Yuuto.

Miyashita spoke.

“I have something I want to tell Ogiwara-kun. Can you please listen to it?”

“Of course, what is it?”

Since his back is facing us, I can’t see his expression from here, but he’s probably smiling.

He has been faithfully reproducing the appearance of the ideal prince that everyone desires, and everyone admires.

That’s why the real Ogiwara Yuuto is invisible to everyone’s eyes.

After Yuuto confessed to Shizuku, something should have changed. No, something had to change. However, Yuuto has continued to behave as he always has, and Shizuku has also maintained her friendly relationship with him, showing consideration.

The relationship that was supposed to have ended once has stepped into a state of ambiguity.

Can a stone be cast into that negative relationship?

I listen carefully to every word Miyashita says.

“Ogiwara-kun, I like you! Please go out with me!”

As Miyashita confesses, her face turns bright red. Her trembling arms and the nervousness and anxiety she’s experiencing are evident.

Yuuto, upon hearing Miyashita’s words, also trembles slightly. What kind of expression is he wearing?

“I wonder why people confess.”

Next to me, Kirasaka muttered as she witnessed the scene.

In response to this pure question, I craft my own words.

“Be it friendship, love, they’re different from family… there’s nothing to indicate that, which is why people want it in words. They want to be sure that both sides share the same feelings.”

“Words…”

Because it’s intangible, because it doesn’t exist.

That’s why people put their feelings into words, to get assurance, to show others that they share a mutual understanding.

Human connections are incredibly fragile. In a brief moment of misunderstanding, paths can diverge for a lifetime.

So, should we not talk at all?

That’s loneliness. People can’t live in isolation.

Right now, what Miyashita has conveyed to Yuuto is her desire to make these invisible, fragile relationships clear and strong. She wants to be sure that, for her, he’s a special person.

That’s what it seemed like to me.

After Miyashita’s confession, Yuuto remains silent for a while. His gaze is slightly downcast before slowly lifting it.

“I’m sorry… I can’t respond to your feelings right now.”

“…I see.”

Yuuto’s response was exactly as expected, just as Miyashita had anticipated. No one could blame Yuuto. Nor should they.

However, this confession was very important to her, and her expression now carries a shadow.

Knowing that she might leave soon, with a somewhat downcast Miyashita, Yuuto continues speaking.

“I had feelings for someone… I confessed and was rejected, and I thought my feelings had cleared up, but it seems kind of petty that I still follow her with my eyes.”

The person Yuuto is talking about seems to be clear to not only me and Kirasaka but also to Miyashita. If she truly had feelings for Yuuto, then her gaze would naturally follow the woman he had in his line of sight.

However, between the two of them, there is a clear answer. That’s why Miyashita took this big step.

“Yeah, it’s kinda petty… but I’m honestly happy that you told me the truth.”

With uplifted eyes, Miyashita gazes at Yuuto and whispers softly. Her expression is no longer filled with pessimism from the moment she was rejected; a glimmer of hope can be seen.

“In that case, I’ll do my best Ogiwara-kun’s gaze will shift from that girl to me.”

The words expressing determination and resolve reached the ears of the three of us, including me.

Just like Shizuku, in her declaration of continuing her pursuit, Yuuto was taken aback.

“Hey, Ogiwara-kun, would you like to take a walk on the hiking trail together?”

Without waiting for an answer to her question, Miyashita took Yuuto’s hand and proceeded to the hiking trail.

As they left, she glanced back and nodded towards me.

She knew that her confession would be rejected, so should she give up already or not?

Miyashita possessed a determination not to give up. Her determination was strong, and surprisingly devious.

Yuuto would undoubtedly have his hands full with her in the future, but it was better than pretending to be a nice guy and hiding behind a fake smile.

He was being led by Miyashita’s hand, watching him panic the corner of my mouth turned up into a grin.

“Well… our role is over, so let’s go back.”

After they disappeared from sight, I stood up and told Kirasaka.

She was still gazing at the spot where the two of them had been. With a serious expression, she gently rested her chin on her hand.

“I wonder if I should put my feelings into words…”

She murmured softly, and Kirasaka looked up at me.

There wasn’t enough information for me to interpret the meaning of the lines she whispered. Seated on the rock, her gaze met mine, and she turned her next.

“What are you talk—“

“I love you.”

Normally, her eyes were cold, but they now held warmth, and the light filtering through the trees made her black hair shine.

In this magical setting, her brief confession carried profound significance. It was a sudden confession at an unexpected moment.

Stunned, I stood there, as if turned into stone, unable to move.

In response to my reaction, she smiled with a hint of mischief and joy.

Standing up, she approached me until she was right in front of me, then ran her white fingers across my cheek.

“I love you… and I won’t give you to anyone.”

With those few words, Kirasaka began to walk gracefully toward the cottage, humming a tune.

<BBX> : LET’S GO!!

ToC

#261

On the second night of the school trip, under the moonlit night sky, the students of Sakuranaoka Academy gathered at an outdoor cooking area set up at their new accommodation, the cottages.

For our final dinner on the school trip, we were having a barbecue. Everyone knew that they would return to their familiar surroundings once the sun rose, so they all wore smiles on their faces, determined to enjoy these last moments.

The teachers, usually strict in enforcing the rules, were allowing the students a bit more leeway on this special occasion.

While the members of my group were in high spirits, preparing the ingredients, one person was tending to the fire.

As I gazed at the blazing flames, I felt a sense of relief, as if I had arrived somewhere far away from the crowd.

Lighting a fire in an unfamiliar place felt quite like a survival experience.

It might even be a great addition to future Okinawa tours.

I couldn’t help but think, perhaps it was a good idea to insert my name at the bottom of the brochure.

I entertained such playful thoughts as I threw another piece of wood onto the fire.

It was a simple task, but with the expertise I had gained, I could easily determine where to place the wood for the most efficient and spectacular flame.

Maybe I could become a survival expert someday.

As I silently worked, the sound of footsteps on the gravel path reached my ears, mingling with the cheers of the students.

I didn’t turn around, my gaze fixed on what was in front of me. In a calm and familiar voice that I had gotten used to hearing, she spoke softly.

“Shinra, can I help with anything?”

Next to me, I caught a sidelong glance at Miyashita, who was crouching down while holding down the skirt of the casual clothes she had changed into at the place we were staying.

“Don’t you want to join them over there?”

I asked, tilting my head slightly as I glanced in the direction where the other students were making a lot of noise. The central figures of the class, who were having a great time, hadn’t noticed that she had moved away.

She was quite the master of misdirection, perhaps more so than our classmates.

However, she had a different atmosphere than the others.

“Right now, the atmosphere there isn’t quite for me.”

I picked up a small twig with leaves from the ground and tossed it into the fire, causing the flames to briefly intensify before subsiding. It was much like human emotions, flaring up for a moment and then fading away.

“I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble.”

“That’s enough. It was my decision to help.”

How many times has she apologized; I can’t remember the exact count.

I’ve already run out of words to reply. She seemed to understand that, and a smile naturally formed on her lips.

But her smile appeared slightly forced.

The reason for that soon became clear.

“I’ve arranged to meet Ogiwara-kun on the rooftop of the airport tomorrow… I just wanted to let you know, Shinra.”

She tightened her grip on her hands, a hint of nervousness in her actions. Time was slipping away, and the moment was drawing closer. Even though she knew the answer, it was impossible to hide her nervousness.

I didn’t have many words of comfort to offer her, but I wished her the best.

“I see… I hope it goes well.”

I murmured softly without making eye contact. Afterward, Miyashita opened her mouth, and her gaze turned in my direction.

A somewhat unsettling but intriguing look filled her eyes, and then she said softly beside me.

“Shinra is unexpectedly kind… that’s surprising?”

Sorry for the unexpected surprise…

Well, it’s not about being unexpected, it’s more like people don’t notice kindness around them?

I’ve got stuck with inconvenient roles during decisions like picking class reps for the school trip, and they always end up passing those roles to me, but I don’t complain… much.

However, this kind of showy appeal to being a kind-hearted guy isn’t my style.

As chuckles came from beside me, the noise behind us escalated. It was some male students I had seen before.

“It’s our last night on this school trip, let’s talk about our true feelings!”

One of the students from Class 2-3 stood up and declared. His voice reverberated, attracting the attention of everyone around.

No one knew exactly who initiated this, but it wasn’t important; it was all in the spirit of the moment.

Before you knew it, the event was making the rounds, and this word ‘last night’ held a special significance.

There are no students who go out of their way to confess their true feelings to their crush in front of an audience.

I wonder why they don’t understand that.

With a frivolous comment, it was as if someone had poured oil on an open flame.

Who’s going to confess to whom? Is it him, you, or her? Meaningless questions spread through the air.

“What are those guys doing…”

“Once again, those guys are getting carried away…”

I turned a scornful eye toward the scene, and my neighbour, Miyashita, muttered her displeasure.

I knew all too well who would end up inconvenienced by these kinds of events.

My eyes didn’t look towards the male students, though; instead, it moved in the order from Shizuku, Kirasaka, and then Yuuto.

Shizuku, realizing something, looked uncomfortable as she hid behind a group of female students. Kirasaka focused on preparing the dinner she had been assigned. Yuuto, on the other hand, was attempting to calm down the excited students.

However, once lit, the flames of students’ expectations will not be extinguished that easily.

A student with blonde hair and dyed streaks approached Shizuku, Kirasaka, and Yuuto and cheerfully beckoned.

“Kanazaki-san, Kirasaka-san, please come to the center too!”

At dinner, someone, as if representing the feelings of all the students, stood on a chair and made a bold statement, prompting applause and enthusiasm from everyone.

Despite Shizuku’s subtle head shake, indicating her denail, the atmosphere made it seem like refusing was a terrible thing, and the others grabbed her hands and pulled her towards the center.

Next, the attention turned to Kirasaka. She cast a icy cold at the expectant gazes. Her facial expression remained emotionless, revealing no trace of interest. Her silence and disinterested demeanor dampened the spirits of those around her.

Shizuku wordlessly and coldly rebuffed their expectations, causing the atmosphere to cool off a bit. She gently pushed away the hesitant female students, who hesitated with heavy steps, and rushed over to Kirasaka’s table, as if escaping the situation.

To say they couldn’t read the room in this situation might be accurate. The boys visibly scowled in disappointment, while the girls sighed.

They could get swept up in the enthusiasm when they were the ones creating the excitement, but as soon as they acted differently, they’d receive cold, disapproving glares.

So, they didn’t quite fit in with students like that.

However, it was one of the central figures in the class, much like themselves, who managed to change the atmosphere.

“It’s okay, hey Aya.”

“Tsumugi…”

Nakayama Tsumugi called to Miyashita as she stroked her vibrantly dyed hair.

It wasn’t a tone which asked for one’s approval.

It was a clear provocation.

The words held a hidden meaning. Stirred by Nakayama’s suggestive words, the liveliness that had previously subsided around Miyashita came back. The students gathered around Miyashita in the center.

Her figure, who was supposed to be next to me, quickly moved away.

Scanning the surroundings, the words that she wanted to say, that she didn’t want this, didn’t reach the other students.

An inescapable atmosphere overwhelmed her.

“…”

I turned my attention to Nakayama, who was observing the others. She notices my gaze and offers a somewhat taunting smile.

…Is this some kind of retaliation for what happened during the day? An attempt to claim a share of her time with Yuuto without her consent?

It’s a very obvious conclusion…

Subconsciously, I almost turn to seek help from Shizuku and Kirasaka.

But this is a mess of my making. I can’t afford to cause these girls any more trouble. Plus, I’m best suited to handle this situation.

Whatever the three of them say or do can be easily misinterpreted as humility.

And she’ll bend the information to suit her needs.

In that case, if someone completely unrelated takes action here, the atmosphere should cool down instantly.

Even as friends, we value connections, so even if it’s something bad, people around will follow.

If you don’t have any friends to begin with, there’s nothing wrong with establishing a bad impression here.

So, how do I gather some attention? I don’t really have a strong presence here.

It wasn’t much but I took an unused pot and a ladle in my hands and tapped the bottom of the pot a few times to make a clanging sound.

The high-pitched noise draws the attention of Miyashita and the others.

“Do you think the confessions you all glorify are meant just for show or something?”

I comment, then place the tools back on the countertop, stepping into the circle of students who were attracted by the noise.

They don’t need it, but Koizumi and Miura, who heard the commotion from afar, approached.

But that won’t be necessary.

Since all the eyes were naturally glued to the student who suddenly started saying something strange.

“Memories, youth… it must be really fun to watch the scene from away just because it’s not something related to you.”

I direct my gaze toward the male student who stirred up the commotion and deliver my message devoid of emotion. The curious stares shift away from me.

Anything conflicting with the group’s consensus is treated as an enemy, and in this situation, I’m the villain. The absolute sense of justice relies on the group.

So, these are just the words muttered by a solitary outcast.

“Have you ever thought about the people who suffer when confessions are put on display…? Have you considered what it feels like to have your hard work turned into a talent show…? Are you all making an equal effort to treat others fairly?”

A table was set up near the approaching students, on which the school trip pamphlet was laid, adorned with the elegant handwriting of a girl, reading ‘The Best School Trip.’

Is this the grand finale of the best school trip, I wonder?

Maybe this is what it meant to be like student-like.

Maybe I’m the one who is disrupting others.

“Let the serious people make the call, the half-hearted ones have no business interfering…”

I’m well aware that this is not something typical of Shinra Minato.

Even so, the words I uttered have utterly chilled the atmosphere around.

It might be me who’s out of place, just like how one person who’s entirely serious in a casual game stands out. I must be a truly ugly and embarrassing presence.

Still, in the midst of the words I’ve spoken, a voice can be heard from somewhere.

“What’s with all the seriousness, man, it’s boooring.”

Following these words, a round object soars into the air. A red, ripe tomato gracefully traces a parabolic path through the air as it comes flying towards me.

If it were Yuuto, he’d probably stylishly catch it with one hand and say something like, “You mustn’t waste food,” I imagine.

Unfortunately, I don’t possess the reflexes to catch or dodge a suddenly incoming object.

The tomato collides with my head, splattering vividly like fresh blood. There’s a small ripple of laughter around me as I think, ‘I’m going to get an earful from the tomato farmer.’

I look in the direction from which it was thrown.

“Did you enjoy that? I hope it gets added to your precious school trip memories.”

My changed clothes are stained red, and my wet hair is dripping.

As Koizumi and Miura rush to the scene, the other students disperse, and Shizuku and Kirasaka approached behind them.

“Minato-kun, are you alright?”

“You got hit right on the mark. Sit still.”

Unfazed by the fact that her hands would get dirty, Shizuku picks up the fruit pulp that’s stuck to my head, while Kirasaka wipes it off with a handkerchief.

However, I shake my head and turn around.

“I’m going to take a shower… It’s probably faster that way.”

Staying in this spot would only have a negative impact. I’ll thank Koizumi and Miura later.

Of course, I’ll thank them too. While walking away, I pay no mind to the disgusted looks directed at me. As I proceed, Miyashita enters my field of vision.

With an apologetic expression, guilt is written all over her face.

“If you decided on tomorrow… then don’t concern yourself with what others think.”

In my dirtied state, anything I say just makes me look worse.

I see her nodding slightly before my last night of the school trip comes to a close.

<BBX> : I’ll be out tomorrow, so keep waiting. 🙂

ToC

#260

Everyone has their own intentions, feelings, and answers.

You hope for certain outcomes, but they are not guaranteed, and you must face reality.

What Miyashita told Shizuku is something that was hers. Whether it’s something that others need to know or something they don’t want to reveal, it’s up to each individual.

Exiting the Kuroshio Area, we moved through the aquarium with the crowd. Everything seems fresh, intriguing, and I realized that I won’t experience these feelings again.

While the guys chatted with Yuuto, the girls follow behind him. In the back, I, Shizuku, and Kirasaka leisurely advance.

As time progressed, we finished watching the entire Churaumi Aquarium.

Finally, at the area where souvenirs can be bought, I separate from the rest. The fresh air and the scent of the sea greeted me.

Naturally, I let out a sigh, feeling a bit drained.

Crowded enclosed spaces are never my favorite.

I stretched my body, taking in a deep breath.

“Minato, don’t you have anything you want to buy?”

Yuuto, who has come out from the aquarium, calls out to you from behind.

He’s holding a small paper bag.

It’s probably a key-chain or something.

As if noticing my gaze, he said as he lifted it up.

“I was thinking of giving a whale key-chain to Kaede-chan.”

“Hey, stop trying to be more considerate than her brother himself…”

Guys who can be this considerate are really problematic.

It might blur the image of a big brother’s experiences and thoughts.

Yuuto places the key-chain in his chest pocket and we looked at the sea side by side.

It might be what people call a touching scene – high school boys shoulder to shoulder, looking at the sea together. Is this what being youth is about?

…Right.

In any case, since we were alone, I was thinking of something to say, but Yuuto spoke first.

“Honestly, Minato, you’re good at hitting my weak points.”

“Well, what could you be talking about…”

I asked appropriately, being confused.

You let your gaze sweep over his black hair and the brown hair beside it.

Black and brown hair swayed in the sea breeze.

A gentle and quiet breeze flowed between the two of us.

This could be the quietest moment of the entire school trip.

We both just stood there and quietly admired the sea.

“If Minato acts on his own, it’s because he wants to avoid trouble for himself… So, I thought I should dump some of that trouble on you.”

Said with a hint of sadness, his tone carried a self-deprecating touch. It’s tough to relate to Yuuto’s principles, which are so different from mine, even when he’s trying to do something for the greater good.

No, that’s not something you should be telling me. I’ve known him for years, and I understand that he can’t change his nature, which loves interacting with people.

But just as I am distorted, Ogiwara Yuuto has his own set of distortedness too.

“If you’re worried about me, you should consider how the others feel about you…”

To have goodwill, friendship and regrets.

If you’re worried about someone, it shouldn’t be me.

You shouldn’t direct it towards me.

There are people around him who genuinely need him.

He’s so kind, but sometimes, because of that kindness, the people around him might end up being hostile.

“What’s the right way to approach this, I wonder…”

I smiled wryly and spoke. I don’t have a lot of words in my limited vocabulary to respond to Yuuto’s heartfelt thoughts.

Because words without experience lack the weight and persuasive power.

But there’s one thing I understood.

“Clearing up misunderstandings around you might make things a bit easier for you.”

His gaze was directed towards Shizuku, who was still looking at souvenirs in the building. Even if he regrets the past, it won’t change itself.

If you want to change something, you need to settle your past first. For Yuuto, that might mean correcting misunderstandings around him.

It’s a problem they’ve been dealing with on their own, and no one else knows about it. So, people praise and elevate the two of them.

If Yuuto wants to stay in this kind of relationship, I won’t stop him. But the relationship between him and Shizuku seems to have a deepening gap that might be beyond repair.

Neither she nor this guy wants that, I’m sure of that. Even if he wants to try opening up to her one more time, it’s necessary to maintain some distance for now.

I accepted this cooperation because I thought it might be the opportunity for Miyashita to help with that.

Yuuto, who had been quietly gazing at Shizuku, closed his eyes, as if he was in conversation with his inner thoughts.

“Well, it’s your choice… You don’t have to listen to me.”

“No, I won’t do that.”

I murmured with a sigh, and he shook his head in denial. Timing is everything, and opportunities will come even if not today, or right now.

It’s just that this school trip is an excellent opportunity, so I won’t rush it.

The second day of the school trip came to an end at this aquarium.

We would have dinner, and once the morning arrived, it would be the last day of our trip.

I couldn’t imagine the last day of our trip in Okinawa ending without something happening.

But as we chatted about somewhat embarrassing topics, two women approached us with smiles from behind.

ToC

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< BBX: Didn’t want to ruin the original atmosphere there so I kept it as it was, it’s ‘Brother, you idiot!’ for those who don’t know. >