Interlude

Again and again.

I look back again and again.

The distance widens and time passes.

I go far to the point I can’t go back.

So that I can finally look back and remind myself of what was right.

Even while knowing this is a mistake, I persuade myself that this is the one and only
answer.

Again and again.

I look back again and again.

At the first light of day.

At the trickling rain and dew of the early afternoon.

At the light snowfall dancing as they scatter in the twilight.

At the hazy moon shaking in the midnight.

There was always a place and opportunity to answer, and that time, it looked as if I
would be guided towards the optimal solution.

However, it never looked as if the correct answer would be said.

Probably, maybe, surely.

I’d thought this was probably for the best.

I’d made an ambiguously grey decision that neither got it right nor far.

Maintaining a reasonable distance, not hurting anyone, neither right or wrong, fact or
fiction, and unclear.
It wasn’t that I couldn’t say what I wanted to, I just didn’t know what I wanted to say
even was.

What right did someone like that have to say.

That’s why, at the very least.

I just want to be correct this time.

I don’t want to forgive my errors or mistakes.

Because I can’t afford to be wrong anymore.

 Chapter 1: Deeply, Hiratsuka Shizuka
Reminisces the Past

Countless, countless times have I turned back my head.

Yet every step moves out without stopping.

Let my heartbeat accelerate , let my breathing fall out of place, and refused to wipe off
the accumulating sweat.

If I don't do this, every small detail might just become my excuse to stop. Yet this doesn't
stop me from looking back again and again, how disgusting.

That image of a single drop of tear right before we parted refuses to leave my head.

The remaining traces of rainwater on the road, looks identical to the trace on her cheeks.
The puddles of water my running feet tries to avoid, the unnatural disrupted footwork,
every step screams, urging me to turn back.

But what can going back do for me, what should I say to do anything about the situation.

No, there is a solution lying somewhere in my heart. Yet my legs refuses to decide on any
option, repeating its mechanical yet unnatural movement.

Even if a standard option exists, that isn't mine, that can't be our answer.

The sun slowly falls into the horizon, turning itself crimson red.

The shadows of houses elongate, to the point they seem so close to blending in with the
darkness from the faraway twilight. Refusing to be swallowed by this darkness, I
continued to run forward.

Every step felt solid, yet thoughts are floating with no direction.

Thinking about what that drop of tears meant, my thoughts fall deep, to the point of
witnessing every reason possible, however no conclusion could be made out of them, and
all clues were found only to be left behind.

Just like everything that happened, just like how everything has been done.

The path leads straight towards the sea.

The chilling seabreeze slips into the gaps of my coat and muffler, stabs my burning face,
reminding it of stiffness.

The cold continues to linger, yet sweat continues to drop. Removing the scarf wrapped
up on my neck, only makes me feel that a part of my body is being binded.

Whatever that was stuck within my chest gets exhaled out as I struggle to regain my
breath.

Despite my anxiousness, as if something is grabbing onto my hair, my footsteps start to
slow down.

Being lucky enough to run into a red light, I take a deep breath as my hands rest on my
ankles.

Running to escape something, being followed up at the moment I stopped.

The meaning behind that tear, the weight within those words, they are all questioning,
they are all criticizing.

Reassuring me that I was wrong.

In front of my glaring eyes, stands an old traffic light that refuses to be replaced with.

Its blackened blood that screams of illness suddenly disappeared.

Time to start running again.

Releasing a sigh that sounded so similar to a shriek, I straighten up my body and started
stepping.

Towards that deep, dark green light that signals us to move forward.

 1-2
As I reached school and entered the campus.

My thoughts started to calm down.

To the point where those sad yet gentle words are echoing clearer than before.

From the moment I picked up the phone call till now, have been thinking, have been
running around in circles.

Words that have been said, words that could have been said.

What should've been shaped solid, seemed as ambiguous as it had always been. What I
have sealed up without a second thought, refusing to take a closer look at it.

If that is the case, what weight does my words even hold? Probably, the only reason
Hiratsuka sensei purposely made me speak out, is because this is the last time I have a
chance to do so.

Sensing that the time of parting is approaching, I looked up at the twilight that filled up
the entire sky.

Reaching to the doorstep of the staff room, my hand that was about to knock on the door,
suddenly held back.

Teasing at the fear I'm feeling right now, I let out a sigh.

But I can't stand here forever.

Because she won't either.

Hiratsuka sensei will one day leave us.

I never knew that, thus I never tried to prove anything, to show her any results.

But the one thing I can do, is to not show her this embarrassing side of me, this is the one
thing I should do.

After another sigh, I knocked twice on the door before entering the staff room.

My eyes swayed naturally towards that one position I have always looked at.

On that place, sat Hiratsuka sensei.

She seems to be working on documentations.

That familiar figure works relentlessly facing her desk, her long hair that sways from
time to time, the slight rotation on her shoulders seemed like her trying to relax them.

The backview of her working seriously felt refreshing, and staring at it doesn't feel
boring, I didn't feel like bothering her by this moment, thus I didn't called out to her
immediately.

Actually, there are some lies, a lot of lies within this thought of mine.

I refuse to witness the end of this never ending daily life, which is why I didn't call out to
her.

Losing someone also means that the scenery, the moments that I've always took for
granted will leave me too, something that took me so long to realize.

Hoping to take a closer look, I carefully moved towards her, trying not to make a single
sound, while trying to recall how I've always started our conversation,

But she spoke right before me:

"Sorry, give me a few more minutes."

As if she already knew of my presence without making sure, Hiratsuka sensei pointed at
the deeper parts of the staff room, the spot where we always had our conversations.

Her tone sounded like how its always been, so I replied briefly:

"Alright."

"Umu."

With her head still facing the desk, she put a halt to our small talk.

As I moved towards the discussion room, the lingering smell of cigarette smoke reminds
me that, the first time I came here for the keys of the clubroom, I also had a talk with
Hiratsuka sensei here. I recalled her weird expression she gave when she asked me to
stay for another while, perhaps she felt lonely during that time.

That time I didn't knew that she was going to be shifted away.

I've been living a life where I've never been close with any teachers.

So this is probably the first time, that I have to witness a teacher I truly appreciate is
about to leave right in front of me.

Sitting in the conversation room doesn't feel assuring, not being to see what Hiratsuka
sensei is doing. The curtains that divide this room from the others give off a sense of
dead silence, chipping my patient away bit by bit.

The brief noises made by the janitor and the ringing of phones reminds me the flow of
time. The skies outside are turning dark too.

After staring outside the window for some time, I heard a knocking sound on the wall, as
I looked around, Hiratsuka sensei is already standing in the room.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting."

"Ah, its fine....."

Her smile seemed so weak that its giving off a sense of loneliness, making me unable to
joke or grunt about all the waiting.

Her presence acted like a block of solid air that fills up the discussion area, the rumbling
noise from the staff room feels nonexistent all of a sudden, as if she created an isolated
space for us alone.

Only the sounds of leather could be heard as she sat on the sofa in front of me.

"So, where do we start from..."

Hiratsuka didn't continue speaking, instead she placed a can of that familiar, sugar
saturated coffee on the table, and pushed it gently towards me.

I don't feel thirsty, so I shook my head. She handed over the black coffee on her other
hand.

Guess I don't have a choice, so I chosen the coffee I'm familiar with.

Holding the coffee in my hands, I silently waited for Hiratsuka to say something.

But I'm instead replied with the regular tempo of knocking sounds.

Hiratsuka took out a cigarette, hitting its tip on the table, I recall that this was done to
sort out the tobacco in it, but now it seemed like she was trying to sort out something
else.

She then lit up the cigarette. The laminar flow of smoke starts to waver in turbulence as
it goes up, the surroundings are filled with the fragrance of tar.

I don't live in an environment with a lot of smokers. So I guess this fragrance will
eventually vanish. And someday when I smelled tar, I'll remember of her, until someday
where she completely fades from my memories.

To conceal this sudden thought that I have, I started to talk:

"For now, lets talk about the prom......."

I ran all the way back here to know more about this , yet I made myself sound like I have
something else to say.

Hiratsuka sensei seemed to realize this, but still nodded her head in agreement.

"Sure......"

She applied more force onto the still long cigarette until it was put off, made a short sigh
and continued:
"From what I'm seeing right now, the school is currently reviewing towards the direction
of cancelling the graduation prom."

"Reviewing, huh."

"Yes, they haven't come to a final decision, but its expected that the school won't change
its attitude towards the matter, which is why they'll most probably request its organizers
to perform self restraint."

As Hiratsuka's narrates this inevitable truth with her calm and composed tone, I
intercepted:

"I'm assuming that 'self restraint' was simply a statement, but what it really meant is to
cancel the event?"

"Both the school and also the board are taking on a subtle position. It was the school that
approved the prom in the first place, so they can't just call it off. Which is why they
compromised by giving the order of self restraint."

"But didn't we..."

Hiratsuka sensei is giving off a bitter expression. Which reminds me that she most
probably already discussed with Yukinoshita and the others over this matter. Revolving
around the same issue won't get us anywhere, so I decided to ask something different.

"But your opinion is different from what the school thinks, isn't it?"

"Yes, I believe that we can achieve a common ground through further discussions with
the related parties, but..."

Hiratsuka didn't continue, but I'm able to guess what's the determining factor to the
current situation.

The promotional video of the graduation prom that sparked uncertainties within the
hearts of the parents, Yukinoshita's mother, who represented the parental board a few
days ago, and their concerns that stemmed from the various issues of graduation proms
in foreign countries.

These factors combined, are enough for the school to decide on cancelling the prom.

"...Well, from the fact that came all the way here just to express their opinions, its not
really surprising that things are how it is right now."

"Indeed. The situation has grew beyond my level of responsibility and authority, and my
opinions can only be treated as the school's reference. Sigh, the sadness of being a lowly
civil servant."

Just as what she said. Not just the teachers, even graduating students like me and
everyone else in the lower hierarchy of the system. None of our opinions will be taken
seriously by the school authorities.

Forcefully achieve an equilibrium between each parties involved, have the weaker side
put down their weapons, and expecting things to conclude without creating a huge
storm.

'Self restrain' is indeed an appropriate term to use.

"Having a job is the worst, after all."

"Not if you're working at the top, you have the freedom to do anything you want."

We joked over the matter with a dead smile. But these jokes aren't wrong either. In the
end of the day, we're just puppets being played by the will of those with authority.

On this matter, Yukinoshita's mother is one holds the authority, a shadow ruler who has
the school within her clutches.

For such a figure to purposely come over, and requesting for a discussion with the
school's administration.

How trivial the topic is doesn't matter, just by seeing Mrs Yukinoshita to show such
concern, is enough to make everyone to treat the matter in a superficial way.

Her true intentions is irrelevant, as what the others observed is merely the nature of the
act.

Even if Mrs Yukinoshita only came here 'to discuss','to inquire', for a person with such a
status to be here, is enough for others to feel pressured, enough to create an atmosphere
for people to have wonders.

For example when two important figures having pleasant tea break together, outsiders
will feel suspicious towards the context of their chat within the private room, ending up
with the formation of such an atmosphere, where people will try to please the said
important figures as much as possible.

This occurs in our daily lives to, the cliched "please try to read the atmosphere oh god"
dialogue is one of its products, where they speculate over unclear, ambiguous info, and
treating such an act as a virtue.

Its an unenlightened method of adjusting things, yet it tends to create peace. Within
schools, neighborhoods, workplaces, and even within social groups to an extent, being
able to adhere to these unspoken rules is a necessary communication skill.

But then again isn't reading the atmosphere too much of a forceful demand? Expecting
the man to always be the one to take the initiative to ask for one's contact method or to
invite someone out, and this magical rule where the third date will be sufficient to create
an atmosphere suitable for confessing. What is this down triangle spam [1] lookalike ? It
just counters Zangief so much, its kinda unfair? Even if its not used against Zangief its
still goddamn strong!

The same communication skill applies even on most friend circles, when one of them
started saying stuff like: "Isn't that person acting a little strange lately?" "He wasn't such
a dick before." , then everyone suddenly thinks so hard like they're Habu Yoshiharu
playing mind games in his shogi match [2]. And boom, the center of discussion suddenly
got isolated without even realizing it.

In such an unfair shogi battle matchup, if you can't figure a way to get a 14 hand to
escape, even Hokkaido chicken fritters [3] will end up becoming roasted chicken [4].

Since every group have a set of their own rules, one has to carefully observe these
signals, go along the flow, and get used to these rules. Or you'll end up like me, one who
failed to adjust to these rules, kindergarden primary school secondary school high school
cram school workplace, getting isolated in all these places. Ah, I'm truly the Eternal
Seven Loner [5] , oh hey I'll most probably get an eight consecutive champion in college
too, yay!

Life is truly a big game of shogi.

(Ref 5: "Eternal Seven Loner" in Japanese is a pun that sounds similar to Habu
Yoshiharu)

Thanks to being constantly judged over my ability to read the atmosphere, even if I can't
read it, I'm still aware of its importance.

Which is why I can't say much about the school's judgement. One can label such an act
with 'bureaucratic collusion', but if I'm put in the same position as the school's
authorities, I'll probably make the exact same decision. It's just too much of a pain to
fight against the atmosphere.

"So that's how it is huh......"

I said this with a convinced yet dejected voice, as I unconsciously looked towards the
ceiling above. Is it because I'm showing a defeated face? Hiratsuka sensei pushed the can
of coffee that I had yet to take a single sip closer to me, I nodded gently to express my
gratitude.
I started reorganizing my thoughts while pulling the can opener.

For now, it seems impossible to overturn the school's decision.

A problem wouldn't exist as long as we don't view it as one. But when the existence of a
problem is established, its also a wiser choice to not try smashing a rock using an egg if
we're trying to solve the problem efficiently.

Its clear that, the prom is currently facing a life or death situation.

For the time being, only the student council, a small group of parents, and the school is
aware of the self restrain order. If the news starts to spread among the students and the
rest of the parents, the opposition will gain more momentum as more individuals join in
the mob.

Staying out of this will only make the situation harder, but there are no effective methods
to solve it either.

"Isn't this already a checkmate..."

I followed up this statement with a weak laugh.

At this moment, my eyes fell in line with Hiratsuka sensei's. Her eyes are giving off a
slightly warm sensation, as if she has been silently waiting for my reaction, benching her
elbows onto her knees, uncrossing her fingers: "As expected, you still want to make the
prom a reality." she said in a speed slower than usual.

Remembering of her question during the phone call, suddenly I'm at a loss of words.

Hiratsuka sensei's tone sounded really soft, with no intention to reprimand me at all.
However I still can't bring up a proper answer, as I still had second thoughts on whether
it is right to be further involved with the graduation prom. That reckless remark I made
during the phone call made me felt a little ashamed too. But what has been said has been
said, and it pointless to try and deny that.

Thus, I nodded my head once as if its simply responding to gravity, it probably looked
more like I'm feeling down.

"I don't know if this is correct......"

Words without a proper direction wriggled out of my indecisive mouth. That one term
that flashed through my mind made it sounded even weaker.

'Codependency'.

Yukinoshita Haruno's definition towards our relationship, felt completely true, and I
can't find any solid proof to defend against that statement.

My voice slowly fades out, and my eyesight slowly moves down.

As I blankly stared at the aged cracks on the floor, Hiratsuka switched up the position of
her crossing legs.

"Well yes, Yukinoshita doesn't want you to interfere after all."

As I looked up at Hiratsuka sensei, her eyes are filled with complete seriousness.

I recalled that moment where Yukinoshita told me not to get further involved. Hiratsuka
sensei was there too when she is doing that monologue. Which is why Hiratsuka is telling
me this. Now that I think of it, Yukinoshita also didn't want me to know that the prom
was going to be cancelled. I have an idea of what she's thinking, but perhaps Hiratsuka
sensei knows more on the reason that Yukinoshita is hiding it from me.

Being unsure of whether I'm able to be involved without getting noticed, I reacted
towards the question with a light smile.

The tight sensation on my rarely used facial muscles tells me that, I'm probably making a
really bitter smile.

To be honest, there's no doubt that things will only get more and more troublesome, just
imagining all the directionless talk I'll have with her is making me feel depressed, and
what ever conclusion that awaits us won't be anything good either. Even so, what has
been decided has been decided, that I can't leave this situation alone. Thus I continued to
smile.

Looking at this fake smile I'm holding up, Hiratsuka's eyes slowly became gentle, a slight
curve showed up on her lips.

"......Its your move, then."

"Well yeah, its not my first day not being expected of anything."

Like I've always had, making unnecessary actions, the bad habit that I can't seem to get
rid of immediately.

Hearing that, Hiratsuka sensei blinked a few times as if she's in shock, and then started to
laugh uncontrollably while covering her mouth.

She's laughing a little too delightfully, that I had to raise my eyebrows as a protest,
Hiratsuka then made a soft cough to hold in her smile.

"Ahaha, sorry...I just felt very happy, you know."

She expression then turned slightly worried.

"But Yukinoshita is trying really hard to change something. I'm personally rooting for her
so...I can't say that helping her without proper thought is a good idea. As it might turn up
to be an obstruction to her growth. Especially when there's too much to think of like
where we're at now."

Her eyesight slowly turns towards me, her expression where she's struggling to tell me
something speaks for her concern towards Yukinoshita.

Hachiman: "You know, whatever codependency is......doesn't it sound like an

overstatement? More accurately, it feels like a misunderstanding more than anything."

"Well, yes...while I don't believe that its codependency, but what's more important is
what viewpoint you decide to take. If your feelings are biased towards it, then no words
will clear that up for you."

"......Yes."

I have experienced such stubbornness, more accurately, I once clinged on to such

stubbornness.

No matter how I console myself, its still not easy to give up this life that is as entangled
and blurred like a cotton candy, thousands of carefully fabricated words aren't enough to
cover up this monster of self conscious within me. Which is why now, that monster of
self consciousness still lurks within me, staring from behind.

This made me realize that, one can't simply brush off how they view themselves. I believe
that its that same for Yukinoshita. Codependency, no matter if it is the truth or not, at
least Yukinoshita has bounded herself to believe in such an idea. No matter how hard we
try to deny it, she probably won't believe in us.

"Haruno isn't completely wrong either. For Yukinoshita, this is an important trial that
she has to overcome."

"A trial huh..."

I repeated this term that I rarely hear of, which Hiratsuka nodded in confirmation.

"Well, you can say that this is a ceremony too."

She then lit up another cigarette. Took a deeper breath from it, and exhaled out a slow
thread of smoke.

"Do you find it ridiculous?"

"No, not really......" I replied while shaking my head: "this situation does seems to happen
sometimes."

"Well yes, things like this happens all the time. From getting the results for your music or
manga entry, to competing in a sports event, participating the auditions of a singing
contest, taking an exam or starting your career, even getting......that before your thirties
is no different. There will always be that one period where you'll have to face yourself
honestly."

Her view that lands somewhere far outside the window, and her bittersweet tone made
it sound like that she is reminiscing her own past.

"Has this ever occurred to...you before?"

"Yes, of course."

She answered me with a gentle smile, Hiratsuka sensei took another sip of the cigarette.
As she released a short puff of smoke, her iris dilated as if some of the smoke has diffused
deep into her lungs.

"There were a lot of things that I wanted to do in the past. There are also a lot of things
that I can't do, and things I didn't wanted to do. A series of making choices, attempting,
failing, giving up, and making a new choice, a cycle of events that never stops...even till
now."

Her words swayed lonely in the air along the swaying smoke.

I have no idea what kind of past has she experienced to speak of such things, but they're
a proof that the Hiratsuka sensei, this refined woman sitting in front of me, is a product
of the numerous attempts and challenges she has faced.

We have always sought for definitive proof that we can survive by ourselves, by gaining
confidence, by building results. There won't be anyone who is willing to guarantee that
for us, even if there's a guarantee, it will only be meaningless if we refuse to believe in
these guarantees. Which is why we have such desires to prove ourselves.

'Is it really correct to interfere with Yukinoshita's decision and resolve.' I recalled this
question that Yukinoshita Haruno asked me not long ago.

To choose, to challenge, to win or lose, these are something that she alone has to face.
Will she allow anyone else to be involved in it? What identity and relationship I must
have with her to be able to intervene? I have yet to find any answers.

Hiratsuka tapped on the cigarette a few times to clean off the tobacco ash, and stared at
me behind a veil of white smoke.
"Let me ask you this one more time, how do you plan to talk to her, really?"

She asked about a major issue that I'm hesitating with.

She is certainly looking for my confirmation for one last time.

I started to think carefully about what to say next, as I can't continue to make any more
lies at this moment.

"......I don't think that there is an option to not communicate with her."

My answer during the phone call has not changed.

And I won't repeat it for a second time, my thoughts and determination are not frivolous.

There's no need for consideration either, I have already made a choice, and the
conclusion has always been there.

Yukinoshita's will has nothing to do with how I should act.

As it has always been, I do not know any other methods available, the option I can take
has only been that one single option. Attempting any other approach has never gone well
for me. The more I try to avoid making mistakes the further I stray away from the right
path.

Which is why, I'll use the only method that I have.

In reply to Hiratsuka's serious, intimidating glance, I looked back at her with my dead,
rotten eyes, refusing to avert my line of view.

Hiratsuka sensei then made a satisfied smile.

"I see."

She gently smiled with her eyes closed. The way she nodded in approval made me
unsure of how to react.

As I felt the pressure slowly turning into a gentle sensation, I ended up loosening my
mind to the point of saying unnnecessary things:

"Wait, 'I see'? That's it? "

"Yes, that shall suffice. I have faith in you Hikigaya."

Said Hiratsuka sensei without any hesitation.

"Uhm, thanks."

To hear her say this in such a direct way that felt like she's stating a simple fact, I can't
even find myself to feel shy about it. I thanked her in a low voice as I nodded down in
order to hide my heating cheeks.

But it seems that I didn't hide it properly, as I heard her giggling.

"Listen up Hikigaya, just helping out the prom won't be enough to help her. You'll have to
take proper measures in what methods you use. You already knew this, didn't you."

I nodded.

She definitely won't accept my offer to help if I don't think of the appropriate words to
use.

Just making the prom happen won't be enough either. To present Yukinoshita's ability as
an individual, to help her become independent is something that needs to be worked on
too.

Like the old saying of how teaching someone to fish is better than giving them fish. Its
better for Yukinoshita to save herself, but I have yet to find a way to achieve all of these
objectives.

It took me a while to realize that I've been scratching my head the whole time.

"Its definitely harder than it seemed to be......"

"Yes, its hard alright......especially for your kind of situation."

Hiratsuka took another mouthful of cigarette smoke, and blew out streams of smoke
from both edges of her mouth.

"I know right, our relationship only started because one of us needed help from others.
And now our wills seem to be clashing with their polar opposites."

I then crossed my fingers to form an X shape.

Hiratsuka shrugged speechlessly and asked: "Really now. How do you think you guys
managed to pull it through before this?"

"How did we made it through, huh....."

I actually had no idea, all I can remember is me doing things that hardly mattered in the
end.
Looking at my confused expression, Hiratsuka sensei clutched her fists, walked towards
me and started doing air punches. P...please don't do that, she's gonna punch me really
hard and then treat me very nicely, make me fall for her from the treatment contrast, the
perfect script to create a masochist, oh god......

She made a victorious smile upon seeing my frightened face.

"When the ideals of two heroes of justice start to clash, neither of them will surrender
without a fight."

Her dialogue made me feel nostalgic, even if I have forgotten when was the first time I
heard of it.

"Oh......this brings back memories."

"I know right?"

Hiratsuka sensei replied in a joking tone.

But her smile only lasted for an instant.

The sides of her mouth are still curving up, but her lonesome eyes started looking into
the realm of nothingness.

"This really...brings back a lot of memories..."

This dialogue that seemed to come out without her realizing it, is not meant for me, but
her speaking to herself.

While I let Hiratsuka to have her own moment, I turned my neck left and right to relax
my head a bit. Even if we both felt nostalgic, her current feelings are contextually
different from mine, so I kept quiet.

The silence however didn't last long, as Hiratsuka sensei continued speaking:

"Its not the first day you two have different opinions isn't it? But you all managed to
overcome such situations, to have faith in what you have gained from those past
experiences, is my suggestion to you."

"Yeah...I'll try." I replied her with a gentle smile.

She does not wish to be assisted, but I can't avoid communicating with her either. Which
is why a new way of communication has to be sought. Reviewing my past experiences
gave me a vague yet solid answer.

Seeing me nodding in enlightenment, Hiratsuka smiled in satisfaction:

"Now that you came up with a clearer guideline, I think its time to go meet up with her,
Yukinoshita should still be in the student council room right now, go."

"Yes, I'll be leaving th...wait, one last thing I wanted to ask you."

As I was about to stand up, I remembered of something that I was curious of since the
beginning of the conversation.

"Hmm?"

Hiratsuka sensei tilted her head, and made a childish smile that hardly fits her current
age. My expression I'm having right now seemed more sinister in comparison:

"So in the end of the day, the prom's organizers only need to perform self restraint , isn't
it?"

"...I was asked with the same question not long ago."

The way Hiratsuka said it tells me that, Yukinoshita and the others have no intent to give
up on the graduation prom. In fact , they already came up with this conclusion right
before me.

Hiratsuka sensei closed her eyes, and then let up a deep sigh as if she gave up struggling.
Took another mouthful of smoke, and then released them as she looked towards a
distant place within the scenery outside.

I know that her actions indicate that she has acquiesced with our ideas. While I felt
grateful to Hiratsuka sensei, it also left me worried about the consequences.

"But if we continued doing this, wouldn't it put you in a very risky situation?"

If unwanted events occurred during the process, she'll have to take full responsibility for
our mess. I'm not sure what kind of punishment the school authorities will impose onto
her, but she'll definitely end up being judged by both concerned and unconcerned
parties. Lynches that goes with the name of social justice are pretty common after all.

But Hiratsuka sensei simply shrugged, and said with a playful tone:

"By the time anything happens I won't be around anyways, I don't care about what
happens after I'm gone."

"Ahaha, said it like a typical modern youngster."

"Of course, I am a modern youngster after all."

In protest to my comment. She tapped on the table for a times as she adjusted her tone to
sound like a youngster. Her joke made me start to laugh out of control.

"Even if things did came down to the worst, I'm only gonna lose my job. Its no big deal,
just do whatever you want."

Hiratsuka continued to joke around, tapping her throat with a handknife.

"Eh......nah I can't just do that...."

Don't just bet your career over it. This pressures me so hard, that my lifespan is
shortening like mad girl.

"Don't mind me, its just a joke. My wits are stronger than you thing, if I really lost my job,
I'm just gonna get married, if I find one who's willing to, that is."

Her fingers slides across her hair, as she starts to laughs ironically.

I can't get myself to laugh over this matter, yet I ended up laughing softly and said:

"You'll be fine."

"What, you plan to marry me someday?"

Hiratsuka reacted almost instantaneously with a shocked face. Wait what no? She's too
precious for me to own! So someone please, before I change my mind, please marry her
now!

As I was thinking on how to reply her, she stared at me with her big round eyes like an
abandoned labrador. Ah, large canines are just so cute......but wait, I already have a cat in
my house. So I shook my head in embarassment.

"Actually I don't have plans to deal with the situation with chaotic methods......I think."

I said it without sounding too confident.

We're in a really unfavorable situation. Trying to achieve a mutual agreement with

Yukinoshita is going to be a challenge too.

But even if I'm aware that we haven't obtained the win condition, I still have to sound
optimistic, or else Doraemon can't go back to the future in peace...

I tried to smile as much as possible to cover up my facade. And so, Hiratsuka stared at me
silently.

"......So reliable."
Like a person watching a car leaving into the distance, she closed her eyes slowly, and
said it in a gentle voice.

Hearing that made me blush for a moment, without realizing it, I tured my head away
while touching my hair.

I made big words that hardly suits someone of my identity.

Being aware that I should also make sure that my methods won't cause Hiratsuka sensei
to be affected to its consequences, the difficulty of the situation seemed to has increase a
little more than the hard mode it already is.

Even so, this made me sense a glimpse of light within the situation.

If the process is handled properly, there won't be any situation where Hiratsuka sensei
will have to take responsibility for us. Well yeah, probably, it better be.

Sigh, but then again I should really prepare myself to explain to my parents, on why
would I marry a woman who's about ten years older than me.

Anyway, now that my course of action has been decided. Since there's nothing more for
us to speak of. The both of us remained silent.

Within the few seconds of silence, I swallowed down the rest of the sweet coffee, and
stood up getting ready to leave. Picked up my school bag and coat that was put aside,
leaving everything else in the room.

"I'm going."

"Umu."

I made a short goodbye, which she replied with a nod.

Our chat has now come to an end, on the timing that I think is most appropriate.

But just as I was about to walk out of the room, I heard her voice coming from behind:

"Hikigaya."

I did not look back, but I don't plan on ignoring her call either, so I halted.

"I'm sorry......that I can't bring myself to say it."

I'm unable to see Hiratsuka sensei's expression at this moment, yet its not hard to
imagine the way she's looking onto the floor sadly, because its the same expression I'm
having right now.
As I tried to say something, the bitterness of the coffee that should've been completely
swallowed rose back up, and my throat is blocked by the strong scent of condensed milk.

I reacted by forcing the coffee back into my stomach, along with the words that I wanted
to say.

"Cough....no, you don't have to apologize."

Turned my head over my shoulders, and with the properly prepared smiling face, I
continued saying:

"There's nothing that we can do about, that's just how jobs work. I understand that your
position doesn't allow you to talk about it. And its not like your transfer has been decided
yet right?"

I tried to say it in the most fluent and natural way possible. But Hikagaya Hachiman was
never a bright cheerful person to begin with, which made it sound blank and insincere
instead.

Hiratsuka sensei acted as if she isn't bothered by it, and continued to say while looking
down.

"Well yeah, the official dismissal letter haven't been given yet."

To not speak about things that haven't been officially announced. This is a rule that
comes along with the job position.

But deep down, we're both aware that this is merely an excuse. Yet this is an actual
existing rule that must not be broken.

Which is why we decided to accept and compromise. No malicious or virtuous will exists
behind her decision, she is simply complying with the rules. Because we're aware of such
a rule, there is nothing that we can do about it, except for accepting it with a smile.

"But its gonna be really embarrassing if I don't have to leave in the end. Ahahaha...."

Said Hiratsuka sensei as she followed with a laugh while stroking her hair.

"Isn't that so? Hahaha..."

I laughed too, and I started to feel a little more relaxed.

But that couldn't make the emptiness to leave me.

I am well aware of it.

Making jokes won't change anything, in fact the act of joking itself will eventually turn
stale, and verbal conversation can only serve to disguise ourselves.

But all things will come to an end eventually.

Our conversation has came to an end too.

"I'm going, then."

"Yes, do your best."

I took a slight bow, as I walked out of the room, the flickering sounds of a flame being lit
up could be heard from behind.

Along with a short sigh.

Hiratsuka sensei will be working in the staff room for another while, I guess.

I then closed the door to the staff room.

 Chapter 2: Insistingly, Isshiki Iroha Has
Something to Confirm

The windows aside were dyed with the colors of the sunset.

A dark blue presence slowly stretched itself from the other side of the sky, the flickering
road lamps illuminates the path for the leaving students.

Even though the length of daylight has slightly extended, night still seems to have fallen
rather early. The total silence from the soccer field where most sports club operate on
tells me that the school gates will soon close.

The time spent in the staff room wasn't too long, but enough to change the scenery
within the campus. As if we have lost our sense of time within that small isolated space.

Within that tiny gap of time where I looked away from the windows, things continued to
change.

Even by now, as I walk on this short path that leads me from staff room to the student
council room, new circumstances might have arose without me realizing it.

Being aware of the changes that could happen in any minute, I made haste on my
footsteps.

This passageway with no presence of anyone other than myself, is filled up by the
sunset's afterglow.

In comparison to the special block or new school building that has better lighting, the
transparent windows being the only light source here gives off a more chilling sensation,
while during winter things would look much more colder in this corridor.

The sounds of footsteps echoed within the chilly air.

Not the lively flapping kind of footsteps, nor the bold heavy kind of footsteps, but mushy
sounds of footsteps that gave off a sense of wetness.

As I'm in a hurry, I walked in an awkward way, where I can feel one my shoes stepping
on the heel of the other at times.
But I can't stop just yet.

Not stopping is already a big improvement by itself.

My body felt lighter after the talk with Hiratsuka sensei.

I now have a clear image of the things that I want to do, the things that I wish to own.

Ignore anything unnecessary, throw away the questions accumulated in my mind, stop
thinking about those concerns that loomed in my heart.

Leave everything else behind, keeping only the mission, and work on it like a robot.

As long as this can be solved, its fine to shove everything else aside, what I must do now,
is to seek for every single option that I could make use of.

As I kept walking, I have reached the very end of the afterglow in the passageway.

The seemingly continuous flow of windows were replaced by the walls that links to the
student council room.

The door to the student council room was closed shut, and no voices were heard from
the inside, making my own breathing the only sound audible to me. I took some time to
regulate my breath in order to calm myself down.

It has been a few days since I've ever met Yukinoshita and Iroha, the last time we met, is
the day when Yukinoshita's mother came over to the school to request for the
cancellation of the prom. Our last conversation being a refusal that hardly counts as a
proper talk.

Which is why staying calm and composed is crucial to what happens next. If any one of
us have our feelings take over ourselves, it will be impossible for us to reach a common
ground.

Alright, this shouldn't be that big of a problem, after all my emotions have died off to the
point that it has reached a negative value! But wait, isn't that worse?

Can I do it? Can I do it? (Heartbeat rises)...Ah yes, ah yes, I can do it I can do it,
gambatei~gambatei <3

This extremely out of character encouragement I made to myself had a surprisingly

uplifting effect on my mood, thus I took advantage this change, and knocked on the door.

"Coming~"

Iroha's voice and sounds of approaching footsteps could be heard.

The door soon opened up, as I looked into the door seam, her flaxen brown colored hair
could be seen swaying around, along her long woolen sweater that shone under the
sunset.

Isshiki Iroha's head then popped out from the half opened door, and soon as she saw me,
her expression turned from her originally cute curious face into a...face that spells of
yabai desu.

"...Ah."

Iroha took a soft sigh, took a glance behind her, and walked out of the student council
room cautiously, and closed the door immediately as she stepped out. Looking at me we
an awkward expression:

"So you came after all...ahaha."

"Yeah, is Yukinoshita in there?"

Iroha looked back at the student council room as she heard my question, implying that
Yukinoshita is indeed in the room, I then exhaled out gases of relief and nervousness.

I grabbed onto my pockets to wipe off the sweat on my palm, then moved forward,
reaching out my arm towards the doorknob.

As I was about to reach it, Iroha moved left to block my arm. What's this? A crab game?
Guess the Obamasgone meme even got to the masses huh. I then sent out my left hand,
which Iroha reacted swiftly, blocking all possible paths I could reach out to the
doorknob. What's with this one on one defense situation, our national team really need
someone of your caliber on their defensive line...

"Uhm......you're blocking the way...can you uh, move aside please?"

Iroha answered by completely sticking her back onto the doorknob, crossed her arms,
stared at me and said:

"Before that, may I know for what exact reason are you here? Unrelated personnel are
prohibited in this room, you know."

Iroha wagged her finger while saying this with a stern face, huh, a never seen before
expression from her. Thanks to the special treatment from both ex and present student
council president , I've always entered this room without asking permission, but it is a
rule that unrelated personnel are prohibited from the student council room. And now
that this rule has been brought up against me, I can't do anything about it either.

Sigh, for a girl of Iroha's personality this is just so annoying, but then again...the way she
put one hand on her waist, while waggling her finger on the other looks so cute, not to
mention that she's pouting too.

But in contrast to her cute expression, from how she refused to move away from the
door, I can sense a strong will that won't yield unless I convince her properly, so I'll have
to be honest with Iroha or she won't budge.

"...I'm here to help."

"You can't <3 "

"Eh......"

Iroha then moved closer to me and lay out her arms horizontally, as if she is blocking me
while asserting her dominance.

But she seemed to realize that I have no intention to leave either, probably knowing this
situation will probably last very long without any of us giving up, Iroha then asked:

"So...you already knew about the current situation of the prom?"

"Yes."

As she heard my answer, Iroha then knocked on her head with a troubled face. After a
few moments of silence, she looked back at the room again. She then took a few steps
away from the room, while signaling me to follow her. It seems that she doesn't want our
conversation to be overheard by Yukinoshita, at least that seems to be her intention.

Or I can just ignore her and go straight into the room instead.

As I sneaked bit by bit towards the door, Iroha who already expected me to do so,
grabbed onto my cuffs, and dragged me far far away from the room.

Since I can't just shake off her small hands, I had no choice but to follow Iroha's lead,
after walking a distance in the corridor, we took a turn, and stopped at the open corridor
that links the main school building to the special block.

A long bench was placed at the walls of this air corridor, students tend to gather around
here in between classes, but now that its late, the only things here are the chilly air that
fills in the atmosphere and the dim light from the sunset.

After walking to the bench, Iroha finally let go of me, I rubbed on the cuff of my sleeve to
make sure that there are no wrinkles, a lingering warmth could felt as I touched it, which
made my cheeks tickle a little. Geez don't just hold onto my sleeves all of a sudden, this
makes me feel shy you know.
"Senpai, I appreciate your intention to help, I personally feel happy about it too but..."

As Iroha made a pause while leaning her back onto the window, she awkwardly looked
to the ground, along that long eyelashes of hers.

"But I can't let you in just yet, more specifically I can't let you meet her."

"Why?"

I asked while sitting onto the bench. Iroha lay down her hands and put it behind her,
sticking onto the windows.

"To be honest I was thinking that things will get more troublesome if senpai came over
immediately, so maybe its better if you could come over a bit more later."

"Well... yes, maybe you're right."

Its not hard to figure out where she is coming from, since Iroha was there when we had
that argument. It makes sense for her to be worried, especially after witnessing such a
pointless dispute. I felt anxious about meeting up with Yukinoshita too, but even so, I
can't just take a step backwards.

"...Its fine, I plan to speak to her properly."

"I P L A N T O S P E A K T O H E R P R O P E R L Y. Eh~~ you sure about that senpai?"

She stared at me in a very doubtful way...the edges of her lips were twisting as if its
making a 'ngyeh' sound, her eyebrows look tightly wrinkled too. What's with this level of
disbelief...her expression made me feel uneasy, so I slowly averted my eyes, and made a
soft cough.

"Its true, its true all right? I did make a proper planning on how to startup the
conversation."

Bringing up codependency will only stress us off. So for now its better to avoid dealing
with this matter, and work on the other important issues. Our thoughts might differ, but
we have the common topic of making the prom a success, and that should allow us to
have a constructive discussion.

But man, why is Iroha still putting up that doubtful face...

"How to start up the conversation huh...can't say that I trust senpai on that."

"Yeah, sure sucks to have low credibility."

Being self aware of my life decisions that hardly earned me any credibility, I shrugged
lightly.

Iroha then stood silent for a moment as if she's trying to observe something, and let out a
deep sigh. Guess she's just felt speechless towards me.

"Senpai, you're being overprotective again."

As Iroha said so, she walked towards me, gripped onto the edges of her skirt, and gently
sat beside me. She held onto her forehead, slightly lifting her chin. Her hair rustled lightly
as they moved across her elbows, glimmering under the sunset, she started to gaze at
somewhere beyond the windows in front of us.

"I'm sure that, Yukinoshita senpai is trying her best here. Not that I can't understand how
she felt."

"...Well, she definitely is."

I lay down my hands behind me, and stared at the ceiling above.

Perhaps Iroha's respond is a better idea. When someone has the intent to complete
something alone, for the others to take a step back and see things through is probably
what's better for that person

"Even so...you still plan to help her?"

Looking towards the direction of her voice, Iroha's hand continued to lay on her
forehead, while slightly turning her head towards me, as if she's observing my reactions.
Even if this action felt pretty childish, very cute, but a chilling sense of seriousness lies
within her eyes.

"...That is my intention."

While I can't trust my dead fish eyeballs to make me look serious at all, I tried to
compensate by deepening my tone. Iroha stayed silent for a while, seemingly considering
something, then asked me in a soft tone:

"Even if...doing so wouldn't benefit Yukinoshita senpai at all, you'll still offer your aid?

"I never really acted out on the intent of benefiting anyone in the first place, so I'm just
doing the usual here...yeah."

"Doing the usual...huh."

I nodded in reply as she muttered those words in a confused tone. Iroha then laid her
head down, while I turned my head to look at the windows
The outcomes have always been the same.

My words and actions have always end up being far from the correct solution. An endless
cycle of misunderstanding things and making mistakes, even my apology didn't end up
well, like a row of buttons that continue to end up in the wrong hole of the shirt.

This has been repeating throughout the whole year, and before I realize it, winter is
almost over, the strong winds that indicates the incoming of spring rattles the windows,
breaking this short moment of silence.

"To be honest, I don't think that Yukinoshita senpai will accept your offer."

"Indeed..."

I accidentally let out a deep sigh, Iroha then came closer and continued saying:

"In fact, you'll probably be cruelly rejected."

"That's probably the case..."

I sighed once again, Iroha moved even closer and stared at me:

"Even so, you still want to help?"

"Of course I'll help..."

Hearing my answer that was followed up by another sigh, Iroha opened her mouth wide
while leaning her head to her right:

"Huh!? But why bruh?"

"Well for why I'm doing so..."

Is it really that shocking, she even stopped using honorifics at this point, not that it really
matters...But, did she forgot what she said in the first place...

"Weren't you the one who asked for my help in the first place..."

As I said that, Iroha looks frozen for a moment, blinked her eyes for a few times. Then
took a quick step back, and then shook her hands, while saying rapidly:

"Wha...what? Are you doing it for me?! What the hell do you have a crush on me or
something even though I have always received your help even though you always treated
me nicely and even though I don't dislike you but there are too many things that need to
be cleared up for now so lets put this off for another time sorrymasen."
She quickly followed up with a deep bow. Which I responded by nodding my head in
satisfaction.

"Ah yes, now that's what I'm looking for. It sounds different from the usual but
whatever."

"What's with this comment...its the same as the usual isn't it?"

Muttered Iroha unhappily, she seems to have glared at me too. Yeah whatever, that's the
reaction I expected...taking a distance away from me as I lie down feeling exhausted,
Iroha pointed at her cheeks with her index finger, while saying with a poker face.

"I won't mind if you use me as an excuse, though."

"Bad excuse, and its not the real reason after all..."

Iroha ignored my correction, and continued poking her cheek, looking troubled:

"But to be fair, I doubt that wouldn't be the kind of reason Yukinoshita senpai will accept
either."

"Of course its not...how did we loop back to this? But hey, at least our great Irohasu can
help by saying a few goods throughout our conversation, no?"

"Eh...I don't want to... Also it impossible for me to do so."

"Impossible... Even answering that in an instant..."

Wait, did she seriously just said 'I don't want to'? As I looked towards her, wondering if I
misheard Mada Mada for Yada Yada, Iroha made a soft cough, then patted on her chest
for no reason and said:

"Yes, a girl's decision cannot be easily be changed. Well, but if its something decided by
someone else we can simply make amends to it, if that decision is a pain we can act like
we forgotten it."

"You're the worst..."

Nonono, that's just you isn't it? Its not a girls exclusive thing, but varies from one to
another. The kind of equality where everyone can be All Might is something that a person
without talents like me believes in.

As she turned back towards me, Iroha said with a worried face.

"And considering that its Yukinoshita senpai we're dealing with here, its going to be hard
isn't it..."
"Of course, of course it would be..."

Not because its a girl's decision, but Yukinoshita's decision, a decision that I can't go
against easily. Looking back at my year long experiences of interacting with her, its
obvious that Yukinoshita's honesty and seriousness won't allow her to take back those
words that easily.

Shutting her eyes closed, crossing her arms, Iroha made a short groan and said.

"For this time, I can feel that she has been caring for me a lot...so I felt like supporting her
decision too."

She then stated her final stand with a bitter smile:

"Which is why, I can't bring myself to help out in persuading her, I'm sorry senpai."

I told her not to worry while making my best smile possible, which she replied with a
gentle nod. For my random idea of her saying some good things to Yukinoshita, she
listened properly and even considered things thoroughly. I have to say, Isshiki Iroha
really is a much decent person than how I used to judge her. Which made me feel sorry
for attempting to drag her into such a messy issue.

Yes, I should be the one to do the planning.

...Now then, how should I tell her exactly? I can't figure it out, she is truly a big trouble,
that girl...but when it comes to being a troublesome I'm the same as her, perhaps even
more troublesome in comparison.

I started to rub on my forehead to have a better blood flow around my brain, while doing
so, Iroha kept staring at me without making a sound.

"......"

"What is it?"

I asked as I realize her view focusing on me, she shook her head and answered.

"Not really, I was just thinking on how persistent you are."

"Ah...well yes."

To hear such a direct comment, while being stared by her, I find myself in a lack myself of
words. Thus I could only reply in such a short, incomplete manner. Iroha slowly walked
near me until reaching an arm's distance, while continuing to look into my eyes.

"But why? Being rejected by Yukinoshita senpai by herself, and after hearing such words
from Haruno senpai. For what exact reason are you pushing yourself this much? When it
comes to such a sticky situation one would simply stay away as far as possible, isn't it
so."

She phrased her question in a way that doesn't allow me a chance to answer. Even if I
could, I doubt that I can come out with a proper answer.

Iroha steps closer every time she asks a question, while I move back to maintain our
distance, to the point I could feel the back of my legs pressing itself onto the bench.

"There's a lot of reasons behind it..."

Realizing that there is no further space for me to move away, I could only avoid looking
directly at her, but Iroha proceeded to grab onto my tie.

"Please answer me seriously, senpai."

Iroha forcefully re turned my head towards her, the obvious twist on my necktie tells me
that she's applying a lot of strength onto it.

I'm unable to look away, neither could I avert my line of view from the image of Iroha's
soft lips and glowing eyes. In front of her determined expression, I could only do my best
to open my heavy mouth.

"I swear, there really are a lot of reasons behind it, its impossible to state each of them
clearly just yet..."

"Its fine even if you said it vaguely."

Iroha does not give any room for me to play around with words, removing all chances for
me to remain silent.

But how exactly should I phrase it to make her understand better.

These painful feelings are not something that could be simply expressed through words,
but what's more troublesome about them is that they could be described and be
interpreted as anything within the acceptable range. Such a translucent, unclear,
shapeless thing. To apply existing words onto it will only slowly chip it off from the sides
to the point it reaches degradation, ending up as a total mistake.

More importantly, I could not accept the act of simplifying things into one single
sentence.

Up until now, I've always relied on excuses like bringing my sister into the picture, or
stating that I'm just doing my job. Even just now, I tried using Iroha's request as an
excuse, something that she would usually get along with.
But what Iroha Isshiki wanted is not such dishonest words. Her eyes keep telling me that,

it doesn't need to come with a motive, it doesn't need a proper elaboration,

its fine for me to make it unclear, its fine for me to say it vaguely.

'Show me your answer.'

"......I have a responsibility."

"Responsibility, huh."

Muttered Iroha in a low voice, she took a short breath, and slightly inclined her head.

Did it sound too confusing to her? She lowered her head and seemingly thought for a
while, then looked back up, signaling me to continue.

I nodded in reply, and started assembling words in my head. Probably because Iroha is
grabbing onto it, my slightly loose necktie now felt very tight, I find it hard to breath, and
my chest felt unusually hot.

"For things to become so complicated, and reaching such a state of codependency, its
safe to say that I am responsible for causing all of these. Which is why I wanted to clean
up my own mess, not a decision to change things up, but simply how I have always done
it. That's all that there is." as I finally said out my conclusion that sounded like an answer,
Iroha's hand let go of my necktie, and slipped down as it loses its strength.

"Ahaha...my bad, it sounded so different what my expectations, that I spaced out a bit
right there. Ah...your necktie is completely messed up too, I'm really sorry."

"Ah, don't mind, it was kinda twisted before you grabbed on it anyway..."

Even after hearing that, Iroha seemed to think that she shouldn't have done that,
muttering words like yabai desu, while anxiously rubbing my necktie with her hands,
attempting to straighten it. She rubbed on it so hard, that my body wobbled along her
movements.

Her hands stopped all of a sudden.

"Those words that you said just now, can you properly tell the same to Yukinoshita
senpai?"

Iroha's eyes are still focused onto my necktie, making a weird expression that I can't
identify.
I couldn't answer her in time, so Iroha pressed on my necktie again, urging me for an
answer. Her flaxen brown started to rustle as if they're teasing me. Her cute expression
that seemed like she was joking gave me a peace of mind, which made me smile before I
realized it.

".....I'll definitely say it, but the real question here is whether these words can reach her."

"Hmph, truly a troublesome bunch of senpais."

Iroha looked up with a speechless kind of smile, and then slapped on my necktie.

"For me as long as the Service Club would help me out then there will always be less
things to worry of. So go for it alright."

Iroha swiftly stood up, after taking a few steps, she turned back at me, and waved in a
way that signals me to follow her. Guess she finally allowed me to enter the student
council room.

I lifted up my stiff body, and walked towards her.

 2-2
As I entered the student council room alongside Iroha, a fragrant scent could be smelled,
which seems to be some kind of indoor perfume. Unlike the one we have in the Service
Club room, its a more refreshingly sweet fruity smell, without the clear fragrance of tea
within in.

The student council room isn't really big, and the stacking piles of items within the room
shows a sign of its long history. In the center of all this mess is a small space that looks
unusually tidy and clean.

Beside the poignantly designed chairman table places a simple work desk, where
Yukinoshita is standing behind it, while looking at a white board.

Considering that no other student council members are in here, Yukinoshita and Iroha
probably stayed here by themselves to discuss on a new course of plan. Words in red
blue and black could be seen on the whiteboard, as she notices someone else entering,
Yukinoshita turned her head over.

"Oh, Hikigaya kun."

"Sup."

Yukinoshita acted naturally even after seeing me, showing a faint smile, as if she wasn't
affected emotionally by the self restraining order.

"Isshiki san, lets have a short break shall we."

Saying that, she unlocked the fixating valve on the white board, flipped the board around
to show its other surface, and pushed it aside.

Yukinoshita proceeded to prepare tea, she turned on the electric kettle in this room, and
took out tea bags while waiting for the water to boil.

Looking at her doing these actions in a skillful manner, I felt reminiscent all of a sudden.
As she realizes my sights laying on her,

Yukinoshita shifted her eyes, and stopped at a chair in front of her desk, signaling me to
take a seat.

The popping sounds of water boiling can be heard as I pulled the chair to make space.
Iroha then walked lively towards the chairman desk, sitting on a luxurious looking
armchair. I mean that chair is cool looking and all, BUT CAN YOU DO THIS!? Only 399 by
the way. (I'm doing my part Pewds)

Soon, Yukinoshita pushed over a cup that looks different from our usual tea set. As I
thanked her, I held up the cup of tea, only to smell an unfamiliar scent.

"Have you heard of it?"

She asked an unspecific question, but its obvious on what topic are we talking about
here.

"Ah, yes. Since I was beside Yuigahama just now."

Yukinoshita seemed surprised for a second, but quickly went back to her calm
expression from before.

"...I see."

"I already talked to Hiratsuka sensei to learn about the details. Is it fine on your side? I
can help if there's anything that requires my assistance..."

As I was halfway through my sentence, Yukinoshita brought the paper cup near to her
mouth, took a light sip of tea to moisturize her mouth and answered:

"There is no need for that, as we're already working on the appropriate

countermeasures."

Comparing to the warmth from the cup of tea in my hands, our conversation seemed to
have started in a cold awkward tone. Being uneasy of such an atmosphere, Iroha made a
few twists on her body, while glancing towards me, telling me to "please say it nicely".

No wait a second Iroha, for a conversation to work, stuff like directions, sequences,
procedures and timing, even bravery are all relevant essentials isn't it? Man, it just feel so
difficult to make a proper conversation. Even now, my attempt to make a test on her
intention to talk about this topic got shut down immediately.

Anyway for the conversation to continue, an appropriate head start is required, which
isn't really something I'm used to.

I made a few blows over my cup of tea, thinking on how should I start the conversation.
Soon after the hot sensation starts to fade away from the tea, reaching a temperature
where my cat tongue can take it in, I took a sip of the tea, and asked with a soft voice.

"So... what's your plan?"

Upon hearing my question, Yukinoshita looked into my eyes, as if she's trying to instigate
something out of me.

"We're still reviewing our existing proposal, for now there's nothing much to say about
our plans."

Reviewing, huh...But considering all those words that I saw on the whiteboard just now,
and Iroha glancing towards Yukinoshita with a weird look, it seems that the main
direction they'll be taking has already been decided, but she didn't want to talk about it.

She even flipped the whiteboard around so that no one could see it, perhaps forcing an
answer is not the best course of action.

In that case, its better to talk in a more roundabout way, since the conversation will
continue to be derailed with my current method. I looked towards Iroha and asked.

"Is there anything to do right now?"

"...For now, nothing much."

Iroha looked away while answering, but she didn't look towards Yukinoshita either, so
its hard to say whether this is a lie or not.

But looking at the absence of the other student council committees, and the lax
atmosphere within this room. It does seems that the situation wasn't as urgent as it
seems to be, at least there's no specific action that has to be done immediately.

"So to put it in other words, right now is not the suitable time to execute immediate
actions?"

"Of course, after all we only received the self restrain order by today."

Yukinoshita replied the conclusion that I muttered out accidentally, with the same calm
tone. For someone who just received the notice not long ago, her words lack a sense of
anxiety one would usually expect. Most probably she too, has already noticed the other
meaning behind 'apply self restrain', which is why she can remain her composure right
now.

For the self restraining order from the school's executives, me and Yukinoshita share a
similar view on the school's intent. A common topic is the spice to inducing an active
conversation, I can probably touch on this topic a little more.

I looked back at Yukinoshita.

"But there are countermeasures that can be designed based on that isn't so. After all it is
only a restraining order, in fact straight out ignoring such an order is possible in case
you're desperate."

The ones who gave out the restraining order are the school executives, specifically a
concession they made towards Hiratsuka sensei. To request for someone to apply self
restrain, it also means handing over the right of action to its subject, a wording that could
be portrayed in a way where its subject is allowed to make their decisions based on their
own judgement. While its original intent is to request the prom organizers to cancel the
event without them sounding to be forceful, Yukinoshita can intentionally
misunderstood its meaning, and complicate things further, by using the debate where
they're only asked to apply self restraint, but the final decision still lies in the hands of
the student council.

I said that with a bitter smile, being aware that Yukinoshita probably knows better of the
situation than I do.

Which Yukinoshita replied without raising her eyebrows:

"If possible I prefer not to take such a risk,"

"while using the ambiguity of the term against them could work. But simply showing
them an unyielding attitude won't be enough."

"I am aware of that too, so we'll only use this to open up a platform for discussions."

Just as she said, to forcefully conduct the prom, is merely a self destructing that will only
work once. Such a reckless decision cannot be made if they still plan to organize the
prom for the years to come.

Their current plan is to apply their self restraining status as their means to negotiate
with the parents.

We might organize it without school supervision, we might set up the venue at

somewhere not within school grounds, we might do something that goes beyond your
imaginable level of extremeness, are you still fine with it? Threatening them with such
statements.

Even if the student council won't actually do such things, it is an effective method to
make the parents accept their request to negotiate.

It is the hard way to do things, but it will open up room for negotiation.
But what matters afterwards, is what material can they present during the negotiation.

I stood up, and walked over to move the whiteboard. Yukinoshita sighed, but did not
attempt to stop me.

I pulled out the whiteboard and flipped it over.

As I expected, suggestions of the strategy they can take has been written on the
whiteboard, and other information that relates to the new direction the prom will take.

It seems that they had quite a discussion, traces of their discussion were left on every
corner on the board has. There are two different kinds of handwriting and writing style
on the board, which seemingly belongs to Yukinoshita and Iroha.

The sentences that mostly end with a question mark, but properly phrased and written
horizontally were probably written by Yukinoshita, while the clump of sentences that
end with a large exclamation mark seems to belong to Iroha.

Judging from the order those sentences were arranged in, Yukinoshita and Iroha each
came out with one suggestion at a time, and proceeded to comment on each other's
suggestion, in order to find out which idea is better and the possible improvements.

"So you two came out with these ideas?"

"More accurately, I question Yukinoshita senpai's idea, while Yukinoshita senpai refutes
my suggestions."

"Is that so, then its quite the constructive discussion you had there."

Giving more than one suggestion is important when one reaches a stagnant situation. At
least they're able to more options, and both suggestions can compromise with each
other, but being too fixated on denying each other won't make things progress either.

Only by forming an opposing situation, the discussion could move forward. But merely
pointing out whether the suggestions would work, will only make them reach a 'yes or
no' kind of conclusion.

So, exactly what kind of conclusion have came to...eh? Among all the written things, I
can't seem to spot something that feels identical to a conclusion, its like reading through
a note that only its owner can understand.

"...So, where's your conclusion?"

"Lets see...the ones in the red circle."

As Iroha answered, I took another look at the whiteboard, there are indeed a few spots
that are circled in red.

Gorgeous, wholesome, dress code restriction, supporting guidelines, supervising officials,

upload prohibited, OK!

That's all of them.

"Hmmm...I kinda understo...no wait wait wait, I don't understand what's going on here at
all."

Like, what is this, a spot the word game? I felt like I can understand it yet I can't at the
same time...what am I looking at exactly?

I looked back, hoping for an explanation.

Yukinoshita then placed her finger on the cup mouth, looking at the gently swinging
waves on the surface of the tea.

"I was still sorting things out when you came."

"Oh, that was...sorry for interrupting."

Yukinoshita sounded as if she was simply stating a fact with no intent of blaming anyone,
which made me stutter at my words. From how she was standing in front of the board
when I first stepped into the room, it does seem that Yukinoshita was finalizing things. I
apologized for my sudden interruption, which she gently shook her head, telling me not
to mind.

To shift away from this awkward atmosphere, I cleared up my throat and ask with a clear
voice:

"So, what are these words supposed to mean. I don't really get it"

This time, it was Yukinoshita who seemed awkward, pausing for a short moment before
she answered:

"...As I said, we're still reviewing the proposal."

She looked down and didn't say anything further. Well, considering that Yukinoshita
doesn't want me to be involved, it make sense that she would prefer not to elaborate any
further.
Which means, ready, se, no, Irohasu chan~ I briefly glanced at Iroha, which she replied
while showing a reluctant face.

"Um...to put it simple, our current focus is to... make amendments on our clothing
restrictions? Am I saying this right Yukinoshita senpai?"

As Iroha turned over to confirm with Yukinoshita, probably thinking that it's not good to
just ignore her, Yukinoshita answered reluctantly.

"We plan to enforce our dress code to prohibit extravagant or very revealing clothes.
After properly defining the proper requirements, we'll contact the clothing renter from
our side to prepare a suitable catalog."

"Oh..."

I see. Setting up a standard for the acceptable dresses, in order to guarantee the
wholesomeness on the appearances of the students during the event. And most students
will prefer renting clothes through the student council, so they'll naturally have to
adhere to the dress code guidelines. But there are also exceptions...

"What about students who intends to wear their own clothes?"

Iroha then pointed towards the circled words and answered.

"Since most participants will be wearing clothes that meets our guidelines, those
students will most probably restrain themselves to not stand out too much from the
group."

"Right, peer pressure."

"That's not a nice word to describe it..."

Iroha glared at me, looking disgusted and unhappy. But isn't that exactly what she
meant...

Even then, I doubt that everyone would accept to blend in with the crowd. No matter
which era we're in there will always be that one eccentric person with a thought like "I
will walk my own path even if that means being different from the others!! Look at my
erotic image that makes me stand out from dem plebs!! It's☆party☆time!!", while
placing a Pichelle on top of their heads (Ref 1: A Japan fashion magazine).

"But wouldn't there still be a few students who would wear ridiculous clothing on the
purpose of gaining attention? It is an important moment in their school life, after all."
"We're aware of such a possibility. So existing countermeasures have already been
planned."

Yukinoshita gave a direct answer, but did not further elaborate on her statement. But
take a better look at these clues, and the answer will eventually reveal itself.

"...Will they really accept or obey the restriction to not upload anything on the SNS?"

I tapped on that unusually small text on the lowest part of the white board. Was the
written this small because of their lack of space? Or their lack of confidence in this
solution?

Yukinoshita let out a very tired sigh.

"About that, even if its hard to have them obey it, it wouldn't hurt to at least have a
written notice either."

"Even if any issue arises from that, the responsibility will only fall on them for not
obeying the rules isn't so? After all, they're no longer kids anymore."

Said Iroha.

While it's true that the graduates are above the age of consent, but there is still the
general idea where people above the age of 18 can be viewed as adults, and it wouldn't
stop people from criticizing the organizers either. While I was thinking it through,
Yukinoshita made another remark.

"We're aware that simply restricting them from uploading pictures online will cause
dissatisfaction, so we intend to compensate by hiring freelance photographers, and sell
photos or data to the participants after the prom.

"Ah...I see how it is."

For some reason Iroha raised up her chest in satisfaction, I guess girls do have the need
of taking cute pictures.

Hiring a photographer and selling pictures won't be a problem. Considering that recent
school events such as our sports day also restrict parents from taking photos, while the
school openly sells pictures to them.

Even during the Showa period, there are certain occasions where students would bring
along a photographer with them for events like their graduation trip, and purchase
photos from them, so this should be acceptable by the parents.
This might even bring us to interesting stories like, someone writing down the purchase
number of the picture that has his favorite girl in it, only to be noticed by the other
students. asking him: "Yo, this picture doesn't have you in it no? Lets see...bruhhhhhhh!"
rumors then quickly spread around among the class, the poor guy getting teased by his
classmates, and getting rejected on the second day before he could even confess. Any
parent who had such a painful experience will understand what selling photos really
mean wouldn't they?

Cough.

Anyway, setting it up as a written rule on the surface, bringing out the argument where
its their own responsibilities to obey the rules, and convince those who felt dissatisfied
by bringing up the advantages of this rule, while preparing an alternative choice for the
students. A viable plan indeed.

The students might go against it, but what's more important is that the student council
have a relevant point that can be accepted by the parents.

While uncertainties still exist, being able to show the parents that the organizers have
countermeasures to deal with the concerns they expressed on is what matters here.

"I see...a good plan indeed."

"Thank you."

I briefly made a remark while staring at the whiteboard, which Yukinoshita replied with
minimal words.

Even if its only an outline, the amount of thought put into it within such a short time is
incredible.

However, there is still a few parts where I can question of.

"So with this, what are the expected chances of winning?"

I asked them as I knocked on the whiteboard with the back of my finger. Iroha made an
uhm sound looking displeased, while Yukinoshita did not show any changes in her
expression, and answered in her usual calm tone.

" We took their concerns into consideration, and came out with methods to deal with the
said issues. I believe that our chances of getting their approval won't be low."

"Well yeah, that seems to be the case. That they'll approve of the improved proposal now
that you dealt with their concerns...under normal circumstances, that is."
But I know, that things won't be that simple this time.

This is not the same situation like the ones we've always dealt with.

All these weird concerns and requests from the parents were presented to us based on
the absolute intent of shutting down the graduation prom. Not with the intent of making
the prom a reality, nor the intent of expecting improvements from its organizers. No
matter how much compromises were made, the chances of them approving the event are
still slim, they're lacking a crucial element if they wish to get past such an ill intent.

The one crucial element that Yukinoshita can't obtain, or specifically, can't attempt to
obtain.

And this is where I step in.

I've been observing Yukinoshita's reactions in order to find an opening to talk to her,
now seems to be the right moment. I glanced at Iroha, which she nodded lightly in
approval.

"Yukinoshita, there is something that I wish to speak properly to you of."

Hearing that, Yukinoshita looked at me with an astonished face.

"...Alrighty, then I should probably seek myself ou..."

Pretending to react towards the atmosphere, Iroha stood up intending to leave. But
Yukinoshita stopped her immediately.

"I believe that its related to the graduation prom? If that's the case its better that Isshiki
san stay present too."

"Ahaha...is that so."

Answering her awkwardly, Iroha glanced me briefly, which I reacted by shaking my

head, telling her that its fine. Iroha then sat back down with an uneasy look on her face.

I'm aware that Yukinoshita does not want me to be involved. In fact she probably prefers
to avoid having a conversation with me at all. That's why she asked Iroha to stay, as the
presence of a third person might make it harder for me to speak out.

But if that's the case, then I just have the hold on to my resolve.

"...Can I help out with the prom?"

Right after I said that, Yukinoshita's eyes open up wide, seeming to be shocked. She then
lowered her view, and slightly opened her mouth as if she was about to say something.

If I simply waited for her to give a reply, she'll definitely try to derail the conversation
like she did just now. So I interrupted her by continuing to speak, forcing out every
reasons I could think of without leaving any gaps in between.

"I don't think that there's any problems in your amendments to the proposal. But, the
rate of success isn't too high. So we should probably work on another set of proposal. I
know that the original proposal has been rejected, so maybe we can think of a third or
fourth option on how to change things up."

As I continued to speak, I realized that what I said doesn't seem to convey my message
properly. But if I take any pauses I'm afraid that I might end up feeling breathless.

"Now that things have developed to this stage, its not like I'm taking the initiative to do
something, I'll simply act based on your instructions, just look at me as a character who
comes up with a few ideas while standing near to the wall. This kind of role has no
difference from that of Iroha and the others right? Just doing the kind of thing that I
usually do, that's all I wish for."

Yukinoshita lightly bit on her lower lip, and listened silently, she doesn't seem to be
angry or sad, as if she's trying her best to suppress her feelings.

".....Indeed, just like how things have always been."

"If that's the ca..."

Yukinoshita interrupted, lowering her head as she continued speaking.

"In the end, I'll still have to rely on you..."

Her voice seemingly sounded calm and steady, yet every word she said drops a
suffocating pressure on my chest.

Yukinoshita lifted her head back up, staring at me with a smile which resembles that of a
mother looking at her playful child, gently, slowly, said out those words of persuasion.

"Which is exactly why, I wish to change it, those words that my sister said, you know that
too don't you?"

"I......yes."
Hearing her say that, I couldn't help but avert my eyes away.

Codependency.

Perhaps its not just me, Yukinoshita herself is aware of that term too.

Which is why she refuses to let things remain the way they were, to correct what's wrong
with our relationship, to become independent.

While I can't even find myself to question what's right or wrong, simply sugar coating
our relationship with a vague term, constraining myself to such a twisted relationship.

"But......this is a responsibility that I should take. It was never about which side is on the
wrong, isn't so?"

As I fought my through my brain to complete this sentence, I looked into Yukinoshita

eyes, they're twitching painfully, which made me look away again, I can't find myself to
continue now that I've seen such an expression from her.

But if I don't say it now, I might never have another chance in the future. For I am aware
of how much of a troublesome and unreliable person I am.

Which is why I have to let her know. Even if its hard to tell her how I feel, even if I can't
express those feelings properly, I have, to let her know.

"Of course, I can simply choose to step aside and not do anything. But such a method
won't change anything for the better, if the methods we've been using up until now is
wrong, then we seek for a different method, and different mindset, a different form of
communication..."

How could I make my words sound better? I continued to search for better terms to use,
yet the monster of self awareness and rationality continues to bare it fangs at me.
Ambiguous thoughts form themselves into a hideous shape as they leave my mouth,
every word I say strays myself further and further from their actual meaning. Am I being
too anxious, before I realize it my hands clenched themselves into fists under the table. I
took a deep breath, and opened up my palms to wipe off the sweat onto my pants.

Did my words reach her the way I wanted them to?

"So...no matter what kind of ending awaits, I wish to take responsibility for it properly."

No, perhaps it doesn't matter.

"Which is why...I really want to...help you out."

These words were only said for the sake of my self satisfaction, for the sake of forcing my
wish onto Yukinoshita.

Being aware of the true nature of my actions, I am unable to look into her eyes, thus I
could only steer my vision away from her.

"......Thank you. But its fine now, you've said enough."

Her voice sounded as tender as the sounds of snow falling during the night, a beautiful
sensation that felt like it'll vanish all of a sudden, a strong force that could attract every
being in this world. Her expression seemed like she is at peace, in front of such a cute yet
pitiful smile, I could only hold back my breath and voice.

Within this frosty silence, Yukinoshita continued to speak in a soft voice.

"It was my fault to begin with, always letting you and Yuigahama san handle
things...that's why we've entered such an unclear situation. If I don't clean things up,
none of us will be able to move forward, isn't so? The one who should be taking
responsibility, is me."

"......No, its my responsibility too."

Yukinoshita lowered her head after hearing my reply, slowly shaking her head. As I
struggled to find a better way to continue the conversation. Iroha interrupted us.

"Ano, may I ask how long do you two plan to revolve on the same problem?"

She sounded mad as she asked the question, staring at me and Yukinoshita.

Neither of us could answer her, so we could only continue to lower our heads. I guess
that's just how things work between us, no conclusion could be obtained no matter how
much we talk about it, and our viewpoints will remain as parallel lines. Knowing that, me
and Yukinoshita decided not to continue, both of us remaining silent.

In the end of the day, my thoughts still failed to reach her.

The message can never be conveyed if we refuse to speak, but even through speaking the
message still can't reach the other side. Throughout the whole year, we have always had
this sort of feeling. That the idea of talking to each other to achieve a mutual
understanding is merely an arrogant thought, while the idea of achieving mutual
understanding without communicating with each other is merely an illusion.

Which is why, we'll always have to properly think on what to speak of, how to say them
properly. Being able to speak of any pointless topics to our freedom, yet remaining silent
on the most important things.

But, these feelings that I wanted to express is not some kind of phrase or term, and in the
end of the day I'm not an expert of communicating through words.

In that case, the solution is simple.

Our medium of communication has always been there.

"I understand. Then I'll stop talking about it, I won't help you out either."

Whew, I said it loud and clear. At the corner of my field of view, Iroha took a gasp.

Yukinoshita smiled and nodded her head, looking relieved after hearing my reply.

I already expected such an answer since the beginning. But without properly talking to
her I can't be sure of things. If I don't make our positions clear the conversation can't go
on.

I smirked and continued saying.

"......But I never said that I won't oppose you."

"Huh?"

Iroha leaned over her head.

Yukinoshita also seemed confused as she first heard me, but closed up her eyelids soon
after, has she understood what I was trying to say?

I put up a sarcastic smile, and put up both of my fist up to my chest.

"I don't think its hard to guess, what happens when our opinions oppose each other,
right?"

After listening to Hiratsuka sensei's talk about heroes of justice fighting out a solution,
this is the hazy idea that I came out with.

When communicating through works couldn't work out, then I'll express myself through
my actions.

"I've been concerned with the prom's status for quite a while after all, so I'd feel kinda
upset if the event fails to be approved. But I can't fully approve of your amendments to
the proposal either......In that case, I'll make one by myself."

"Are you being serious about this?"

I nodded in reply to Yukinoshita's question.

Even if its a one sided decision, this is indeed a way for me to gain minimal relevance to
the graduation prom.

If I give up here, that would mean that I'm denying all the relationship I've built with her,
and the Service Club.

Which is why I have to try, to prove to Yukinoshita that our relationship is not
codependency.

To prove to her that, all these time that we've been through has a more positive meaning
to it.

Only after proving that, we can slowly move towards a better, a more correct
relationship.

"Our competition haven't ended, and not everyone has to go with the same way of doing
things either. So, its fine for the two of us to take a different route from each other, isn't
so?"

Yukinoshita said a similar thing to me a long time ago. But I believe that she still
remembers it, otherwise she wouldn't be biting her lower lip right now.

Referring to how we set up the competition back then, as long as the basic structure and
concept of the competition haven't changed, the rule should still apply to our current
situation.

I waited for Yukinoshita to reply. But only a few troubled sighs could be heard from her.

Iroha who was sitting beside the silent Yukinoshita answered.

"I think this could work, "

"As long as the prom could be approved, the process doesn't seem that relevant to me,
and what Yukinoshita senpai said just now won't matter in this case, so it should be fine."

Iroha's indifferent statement, made Yukinoshita find it hard to think of a reply.

The silence within the room continues to loom. Perhaps such silence is the exact answer
that I needed, thinking of that, I let out a breath of relief.

As I guessed, even if I brought up the competition as an excuse, she wouldn't just accept
it......despite her competitive nature, Yukinoshita Yukino is not a simple minded person.

"......Well, not like that I plan on getting approval from your side anyway, I'm just stating
on what I plan to do afterwards, that's the only point that I want you to know."

This is not a negotiation. Simply my notice, my declaration of war.

She should be clever enough to understand the situation, Yukinoshita let out a sigh, took
a shallow bite on her lips. Closed her eyes painfully, and put her hand under her mouth,
and started thinking.

Faint sounds of breathing flow within the silence of the room. But unlike the speechless
situation from before, the quietness right now does not give of a sense of rejection, but
felt more like an intermission towards the next stage.

Yukinoshita tapped on the edge of her lips, which then opened up, creating a voice that
doesn't sound like a sigh or mutter.

"If that's the case......"

Did she originally intended not to say it out? The words that just left her mouth paused
midway, as if they're about to vanish into the thin air and never resurface.

As I leaned forward, ready to ask for a follow up. Yukinoshita opened her eyes, her grim
expression loses momentum slowly, returning into its original calmness.

Like a frozen blue flame, beautiful yet faint. The awe inspiring clearness on her
expression took away my breath, made me forgot to seek for a continuation of her words,
and even filled up my entire field of view.

"The victor will have the right to command the other to do anything...I believe that its the
case?"

A sharp light glimmers among her pale blue eyes. Unlike how she seemed to be lost in
her thoughts a while ago, her eyes are now free of confusion, staring at me openly.

I looked properly into her eyes, and nodded in conirmation.

"Yes, that will be the case."

Its been a while since the last time I had chills from Yukinoshita, this nostalgic feeling
that reminds me of our conversation from back then. The realization that the
atmosphere between us went back like how it usually was, made me let out a breath of
relief.

The tension within the air has finally gone away.

Iroha, who has been listening to our conversation all this time muttered.

"Ew, what was that all about? Gross."

"Hey now..."

As I looked at her, Iroha lowered down her head like a kid who got scolded for saying
something inappropriate.

"Hmphhhh...but it really does feel out of place and a little creepy isn't it...also senpai, why
are you getting ahead of yourself all of a sudden?"

Iroha blurted out her ridiculous comment with a dissatisfied look on her face, oh come
on......as I grunted at Iroha, someone started to laugh all of a sudden.

"Yes, it does feel a little gross. Ufufufu..."

Yukinoshita laughed in a pretty comical way. Its been a while since I last saw such a
carefree laugh from her, a smile as mesmerizing as a blooming flower. Which Iroha
nodded her head repeatedly like she's saying 'I know right!'. Seeing them acting this way,
something that has been pulled tight within me suddenly snaps into half, making me lose
my strength uncontrollably.

"You two..."

"Ahaha...cough, that was simply a joke. But now you've reminded me, everything did
started from that day indeed."

Yukinoshita held back her smiling face, with the colors of happiness still lingering within
her eyes, she stared at me with a provoking look, that also felt a little delightful.

"So allow me to finalize things. The both of us will do things by our own methods in the
aim of realizing the graduation prom, and the victor gets to demand something from the
loser, is that it?"

"Ah...yes."

I answered briefly, which Yukinoshita nodded in satisfaction. I stared at her smug face
with my mouth half open.

She probably realized that I was acting strangely, as Yukinoshita looked over and asked.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing... I'm just surprised that you would actually accept the challenge."

I looked over towards Iroha, trying to make sure if I said it the right way. But probably
because she wasn't aware of the competition, she seems to be sulking with a very
displeased face, and shrugged at me like she's saying 'I don't even know what's going on
here anymore'.

"Its not really that inconceivable."

Yukinoshita calmly stated that, as she threaded over her hair over her shoulders.

Hmm...is this a riddle? But the answer seems pretty difficult to figure out. As I started to
try solving the question, Yukinoshita smiled at me triumphantly.

"Didn't you already knew? That I really hate losing to others."

With a slightly mischievous smile, in a teasing tone, she revealed the answer to her
riddle.

 Interlude 2

That was, more or less, a confession.

Or maybe a lover's quarrel, or talking about breaking up.

Though, it doesn't matter which one was it. I don't care.

But I felt like an idiot when they let me hear that. I was there, but it felt like they were
making me realize that I have nothing to do with that.

It's so disgusting that it makes me want to say one of the vulgar words.

For real. Please take your responsibility seriously.

I glared at the door where senpai left.

I've never thought that the conversation ended up being complicated in the most proper,
precise, beautiful and plain way.

I'm in the mood to go after him and complain.

Being told something like that with a serious face is troubling.

His always whether-or-not-closed eyes that I really don't get. His incessantly dissatisfied
mouth bent in a twisted way. His words that I have no idea if they were lies or jokes but
always extremely vague. Even though he's the one who was meddling here, he suddenly
becomes flustered that his reaction was rather pale, and slow to produce a response. Yet,
he makes a seemingly serious face super rarely and once in a while that it's sickening to
the stomach.

For real, just really. Please take your responsibility seriously.

I mean, he hasn't taken any responsibility yet up until now.

Even so, please don't say "responsibility" lightly as some sort of excuse.

While listening to what was senpai's saying, it seemed like he wasn't looking as my eyes
pointed downwards. Rather, I know that he wasn't looking at me but please take a hint of
the mood when it comes to those kind of situation. Senpai, Yukino-senpai and Yui-senpai
are all troublsome but I'm somewhat troublesome as well.

Really troublesome.

Remembering that, my hands stopped moving on the work that I've particularly begun.

I would look at the clock. I would absentmindedly look back on what happened earlier. I
would think that it's about time to go home. I've done those actions many times. Even if I
looked at the clock for the fifth time, two minutes hasn't passed yet. This was the eighth
time that I sighed.

The moment when I sighed on the ninth time, Yukino-senpai lifted her face from the
laptop, she wiped her tears gently.

She wasn't wearing her eyeglasses that is apparently effective for eyestrain. The
eyeglasses were just placed on the side of the desk. Instead, she applied drops on her
eyes.

I was shocked when she wiped the tears that suddenly flowed on her cheeks, so I
unconsciously said something unnecessary.

"Uhm, should we go home?"

Yukino-senpai's eyes remained resting somewhere, seemed a little bit confused then
looked at me. Her expression had a shade of color than the usual that it's a slightly scary.
"…Right. I'll remain here for a bit, so it's fine if you want to go home early."

"Is that… so…"

With her precise smile and words, I looked at Yukino-senpai's gentle face. I was a bit
hesitant to say something. Being said such a thing in a kind way makes me feel terrible
and instead, it becomes harder to go home. As I was mumbling about what to do, Yukino-
senpai speaked like she has already decided that I will be going home.

"Also, we could call the Student Council members starting tomorrow."

"Eh, ha, huh… isn't that a bit too quick? The policy was just decided today, you know?"

"I'll form it by tomorrow. Besides, the prom is going to happen, so it's better if the
preparations are made quickly, right?"

Yukino-senpai said that in an obvious way that I thought hard dazedly and ended up
being completely stupefied.

"…You're declaring it, I see."

"Yes."

Yukino-senpai's reply didn't change. However, I think I may have made an anxious
expression. Looking at that, Yukino-senpai made a slightly troubled face. "Uhm…"

I started speaking. But, as I was about to say the words after that… I stopped.

Perhaps, it isn't something that I should say.

Yukino-senpai tilted her head in contemplation and waited the continuation of my

words. But, I think that, maybe, I shouldn't be the one to say that so, instead, I smiled
lightly.

"…Please don't overwork yourself."

"Thank you. But I'll be fine."

With that being said, Yukino-senpai typed on the keyboard. The backlight illuminating
her white face was sad to the extent that it was beautiful. It looked like a snow that that
was about to disappear.

"Because this will be the last one. …With this, I could finish it."

The words that she whispered weren't directed at me. Her whisper resembled to the
continuation of that very low voice I heard from earlier. I looked away.

I hurried up and gathered my coat and bag then hastened towards the door. I can't
continue talking with Yukino-senpai, who was extremely strict before then became nicer,
like this because she might end up saying unnecessary stuff.

However, ended up saying those things honestly makes me somewhat frustrated and it's
not fair.

"…Then, I'll be going. Ah, and the key! I'll leave it to you."

"Yes. Thanks for the hard work."

When I said that cheerfully, Yukino-senpai smiled in return. She stared at the laptop in
once again, then started typing on the keyboard.

That figure was more spirited than ever. It felt like she was really into it, and looked like
she was having fun.

Yet, even so.

When I left the Student Council room, I looked back and saw Yukino-senpai…

Who seemed like she was crying.

 Chapter 3: Until the end, Yuigahama Yui
continues to watch

After coming out of the student council room, I dragged on my feet that felt heavier
through every step. The fatigue accumulated throughout the day presses heavily onto my
body and mind.

As I walked out of the school building, the sun has already went down, the chilly winds of
the night started to erode my body.

I had the chills as a gust of wind blew across me, I reacted by putting on the coat that I've
been holding in my hand up until now. The fatigue continues to crawl over my entire
body, that I can't even get myself to properly roll up the scarf hanging around my neck.
The way I'm dressing up probably looks familiar to Takanohana Koji's style in his early
days[6].

As I dragged myself with what's left of my consciousness towards the bicycle porch, I
remembered that I took the monorail this morning due to the rain.

I continued to drag on my feet, and turned towards the school gate.

On the road, I saw Iroha running in front of me, her skirt fluttering in the wind.

She seemed to have noticed me too. Before I could call out to her, she ran over with small
steps, and then landed a punch onto the side of my waist.

"Ah, it hurts..."

Due to her wearing soft gloves, I didn't feel painful at all, but in front of her unhappy
expression, I shouted out as if I was in pain to play along her act. However, Iroha did not
seem to cheer up, staring at me with a cold sight.

"Are you stupid or something? Why did you have to make things so conflicting?"

"No, listen. It's not just me, Yukinoshita also acted really..."

I tried to give an excuse, but Iroha refused to listen, made a hmph sound and turned over,
starting to walk away, I proceeded to follow behind her.
"Listen to me alright? You saw that didn't you, how stubborn, how super duper
troublesome..."

"Oh hey, good job with your most accurate self-introduction ever."

"You're welco... wait I'm not talking about me. Even though I did acted the same way
back there."

Saying that, I sped up my footsteps in order to catch up with Iroha. However, the distance
between did not shorten at all.

"By the way, aren't you walking a little too fast? This is the kind of speed one uses when
they're trying to get rid of this random annoying guy in front of the train station."

"Ah, I don't need these."

Without looking back back, Iroha replied in a low tone.

Yup, that was cold. I guess she won't turn around even if I start shouting Vanilla Vanilla
high income[7]. So I continued to follow her footsteps.

If my memory serves me well, Iroha should be heading to the station a mile ahead of us.
Even if the trains we take go in opposite directions, we'll still have to start out at the
same station.

So I continued to step upon Iroha's shadow for quite some time.

During this period, neither me or Iroha said a single word. Only the rustling sounds of
dried leaves, the ringing sounds of the bicycles passing by, and the roaring sounds of the
wind could be heard.

It is natural for Iroha to feel so frustrated. The conversation between me and Yukinoshita
never felt coordinated throughout the process, to the point that I had to declare my
opposition against her. Iroha who was unaware about the competition going on in the
Service Club probably felt really confused. I even promised her that I'll talk it through
properly before we enter the student council, for things to result in such a way. I really
felt sorry.

I guess its better if I apologize to her huh... as I was thinking, Iroha suddenly stopped in
her tracks. Standing on the small road beside a park, and under the dim lights from the
two vending machines nearby, she let out a weak, frustrated breath.

She then turned around, looking at me speechlessly. She then pointed her finger at the
vending machine while remaining silent.
Is she asking for a treat? Well, if this can change her mood for the better, then its
definitely a worthwhile investment. But to look it in another way, she's also offering a
peace treaty through me buying her a drink. What a nice person....

I put some coins into the vending machine and started to choose drinks. Warm max
coffee and...milk tea? No, perhaps bean soup is a better option...... or corn soup should be
fine too. Eh, whatever. I then pressed on the button.

I then handed over the drinks that I chosen at random, Max coffee on my right hand,
bean soup on the other. Iroha looked at my drinks of choice and shown a sign of disgust.

"Why does it have to be these two..."

While complaining, probably thinking that its not nice to straight up refuse, she took the
can of bean soup reluctantly. Chiba residents are surprisingly incompatible with Max
coffee huh...

She then squatted down, leaning her back onto the vending machine, took of her gloves,
open up the bean soup, and took a sip. Releasing a puff of white gas in the process.

"...So uhm, sorry."

"For what."

Standing beside the squatting Iroha, I opened up my can. Awaiting her reply while
drinking. Iroha who seemed to have some trouble speaking out, muttered slowly.

"If I never mentioned about the prom, perhaps things wouldn't have ended up being so
conflicted."

The way Iroha said it sounded so awkward and intriguing, that I find it funny and cute, so
I accidentally looked at her in an unnatural way. Iroha then reacted by pulled her scarf
over her mouth, saying "what are you looking at..." in a muffled voice. I smiled bitterly
and shook my head.

"...It has nothing to do with the prom. In fact this might be exactly what we needed."

"Eh?"

Iroha looked up at me looking confused. Is it because of the warmth and sweetness of the
coffee? My voice sounded a lot more softer than I thought. This made me feel a little shy,
so I raised my head looking towards the sky.

"If we don't bring things to an end, we'll end up being stuck with our current situation. A
destination, or specifically a goal is needed. Its not just the prom, whatever request we're
taking on will turn up the same way it is right now."
"Is that……so."

Her weak reply made me feel concerned, as I looked back. Iroha is hugging onto her
knees looking down, as if she is thinking over something. But, Iroha really shouldn't
really feel sorry about it.

Me, Yukinoshita and Yuigahama. The relationship between the three of us became
distorted before we could realize it. Yes, our relationship did started out being somewhat
distorted. But it has been corrected little by little as time passes, and at some point we
managed to create a space that seem comfortable for the three of us.

I am responsible for the collapse of this comfort zone. Even if there are things that I can't
stand with, things that I find unnatural, but on the other hand I also ended up wishing,
that things could stay the way they are, and have the days pass through as we conceal
ourselves with shallow words.

Such an unstable state, will easily collapse no matter what junctures come upon it. This
time it just happened to be the prom, and Yukinoshita Haruno's interference. Iroha was
simply dragged into our mess. So I should be the one to apologize.

"I'm sorry too, for making things so chaotic."

Hearing that, Iroha simply shrugged and answered in a lazy tone.

"Ah... that doesn't matter actually. Like I said, as long as the prom can be held
successfully, I'm fine with anything~"

"Hmph……"

Replied me with a similarly lazy tone, and our conversation came to a sudden halt.

The warmth from the can in my hand is slowly fading. However, neither I or Iroha were
in a hurry to finish off our drinks, as we stared quietly into the night. Perhaps the fatigue
accumulated from this busy day is starting to show itself again. We might be even more
busy starting tomorrow.

I never wanted to be related to work and labor, yet before I realize it I'm already actively
trying to get myself involved with the prom. In fact I was against this during the
beginning, yet I got defeated by Iroha's enthusiasm. Like seriously, where did all her
enthusiasm even came from?

"...Hey, honestly speaking, why did you want to organize the prom so badly?"

Iroha glanced at me looking surprised, then pulled herself a distance away from me step
by step.
"I mean, you never gave us an actual reason back then."

At least she did show us her determination. But one could say that, she only conveyed
her determination.

But due to us being familiar with Iroha to an extent, just listening to her determination is
enough for us to decide on helping her out.

She talked about wanting to become Prom Queen back then in the clubroom, but that's
probably not what she really had in mind. There are times where Iroha would use really
shallow words, there are times where she would blow things out of proportions, there
are also times where she would make silly jokes, and sometimes she would just come out
with random words that popped up in her head.

But, Iroha is also smart enough to be aware of the true nature of things. So she probably
has an intent of her own with organizing the prom.

"Well...its about that you know, the thing about Hiratsuka sensei being shifted away."

"...You already knew that since the beginning?"

"Well, yeah. There was this time where I was going to hand in a report, where I
overheard about it through the conversation among the teachers."

Iroha said it without paying too much attention. This girl is truly amazing. Not telling
anyone else about the news after learning about it, and silently worked on the prom...

I nodded in admiration, Iroha then said with slightly embarrassed tone.

"It was that time where I thought that, if I don't properly send her off, that if I don't give
her a proper farewell I'll definitely regret it."

"I never knew that you felt...that way towards Hiratsuka sensei....sniff."

I covered my mouth to hold back my sobs. Muh man, she really, really is a good person.
Such a beautiful mentor pupil love...That Iroha, who gets scolded by Hiratsuka on a daily
basis, and always shrugs off her comment with a poker face.... Hiratsuka sensei, your love
has really reached into your students hearts...

As I was feeling moved, Iroha silently gazed away and whispered.

"Ah, well, yeah, I don't... to that kind of degree you know."

"Erm? What? What did you just say?"

But then again, this sounded more like a shitty excuse than an actual reason.

Iroha cleared up her throat through a few light coughs, then made a really cute smile, and
looked at me teasingly.

"Well, isn't senpai the exact same kind of person? The kind of person who, will tell
himself that he didn't manage to do anything, and feel regretful over it."

"Well yeah, I guess so..."

It is true that I'm currently feeling regretful at the moment, which made my true feelings
blend into my voice, giving it a sense of solidness. Iroha then nodded in satisfaction.

"I'm probably this type of person too."

Her words surprised me a little. As I looked at her in confusion, Iroha made a pale, lonely
smile, and looked into the distance.

"I mean even for someone like me, I don't actually have a lot of friends, isn't so?"

"What kind of person did think you look from the outside..."

"Uhm hmm."

"Please continue"

Realizing that I've interrupted her, I nodded a few times as an apology, and allowed her
to continue. Iroha gave me a cold look, and sighed deeply, she then lowered her head,
playing with a small stone beside her shoes, and slowly continued to speak.

"I only have you senpais. Which is why, I wanted to properly send of you, Yukino and Yui
senpai, Hayama senpai...and even Tobe senpai and a lot of my other senpais off."

Her intermittent words weaved themselves into a gentle sound, which made the edges of
my mouth to lose tension. Boi, what an incredible kouhai that I have here. If I don't reply
her with a joking manner, I might really wet my eyes before I know it.

"Ahaha, were you always that good of a person?"

"I'm doing this so that I won't have any regrets. It was all for myself, not for the sake of
you senpais alright."

Iroha emphasized her intent, and made a hmph sound while raising up her chest. Under
the illumination of the vending machine, her slightly reddish ears were exposed among
her swaying hair. I should probably pretend that I never saw that.
To claim that all her actions were for the sake of herself, I don't necessarily dislike such
an attitude.

"...And that's why I wanted to make a prom."

Iroha looked up into the night sky with a dreamy expression, saying out her wishes.

"Like this, to purposely work on something troublesome, spend a lot of time, to think, to
drown deep in thoughts, to the point where we feel stressful, panicked, and starting to
feel tired of each other ... and finally find ourselves at peace, letting go of something we
once held dear to. Is this not a refreshing way to bid farewell?"

Looking at how Iroha raised up both of her arms with a wow, I finally understood what
she was talking about.

That process she said of is probably the path that I once walked on. Can I struggle till the
end in such an unpleasant way, and willingly accept our separation?

"... Well, it's not that hard to understand."

"Really?"

Asked Iroha half teasingly towards the words that went out of my mouth. Even if I knew
that she was joking around, her eyes that are staring at me shone with sincerity. So, I
remained silent, only showing her a faint smile.

"If that's the case..."

Saying that, Iroha pulled onto the my scarf and stood up. She the made a turn with her
arm, and wrapped it around my neck like a gymnastic ribbon.

"Then be a little serious."

Even though she's still wearing a smile on her face, yet using a tone completely different
from the joking sounds from just now, she rebuked me. This distance where we can feel
each others white breath, and the surprise from being scolded by a girl who is younger
than me, made me froze for a moment.
"Ah, ah, sorry..."

I took a few millimeters of distance away from her, and readjusted my scarf. In order to
hide my surprised and blushing face ninja style.

Seeing my reaction, Iroha sighed deeply, and then grabbed onto the corner of my scarf,
playing with it.

"If you start acting more serious, I can't get myself to feel serious too. It's a problem
alright, this kind of thing. It's so annoying to think of, it's so hard to deal with, and it's so
troublesome. Like very very troublesome."

Said Iroha, as she tightens the scarf, pinching it onto my chest. After she beautifully
rolled the scarf to the point no air could pass through its gaps, she gave me a neko punch
across the scarf.

"Ouch it hurts..."

Across the soft gloves and tightly wrapped scarf, I don't feel any pain from her fist at all.

Yet, its sensation continues to echo solidly within my chest.

 3-2
I turned on the lights in the living room, and whispered that I have returned.

However no one responded, only the chilly air swirls within the house.

My parents are still at work, Komachi might have gone out too. So where's our beloved
cat ... I made some thinking, and flipped up the quilt placed over the heater. Among the
darkness, a pair of flashy things could be seen, my eyes lined up with that of Kamakura's,
who's lying down comfortably beside our heating machine.

Kamakura simply stared at my face, not meowing nor growling, staying motionless.
Telling me through its eyes "Human, the cold air is entering, hurry up and close the
kotatsu." Huh, it greets Komachi whenever Komachi she comes back, but treats me with
such an attitude? Why can't he be a little more close to me, guess Kamakura doesn't like
me getting near him huh... I felt uneasy with that thought, telling him "I'm back.", let go of
the blanket, while turning on the switch to the heater, which tends to be turned off when
no one is left in the house... Time to warm myself up...

Since the cat already had its share of air conditioning, its time for the human to enjoy his.
I pressed on the remote control, adjusting the air conditioner to greenhouse mode.
Warm air then started to blow out, which made me finally feel comfortable. I untied the
scarf wrapped around my neck, and took a deep breath.

I would usually spend the next few hours laying around lazily, but I don't have that much
free time to stay comfy right now.

After taking off my coat, I lay down on the sofa. Held my phone in my hands, and started
to search for information. The keywords being, prom nights.

'I will make the prom happen,' even though I made such a solid statement, and even
though me and Yukinoshita have decided on the directions we'll take on separately. I'm
still lacking actual content and resources.

First of all, I'll have to obtain as much info about proms as possible, before shortlisting
the things I can do.

After researching a certain amount of into, I paste them into the notebook, writing down
my own comments and ideas, and repeat the same process.

The information that I could find on the internet, are most probably content that
Yukinoshita and Iroha have went through and taken consideration of, which makes me
feel that no actual progression has been made. No matter how much information I
collect, it won't be easy to come out with a proposal that could stand out more in
comparison to that of Yukinoshita's.

Yukinoshita and the others were not wrong with their direction of fixing the issues of the
parents' concerns, but their plan doesn't seem to guarantee anything either. Another
rejection from the parents or the school will mean that they'll have to start from scratch...
urghhh... I don’t understand this~ can’t think anything~ can't find any inspiration at all~
I struggled with my brain to figure out an idea, while rolling on the sofa.

There are less than two weeks until the graduation ceremony. If we take the actual
preparation time into consideration, I'm left with two to three days' time to think of a
solution. The proposal has to be done before that, its a deadline that must not be
exceeded.

No, wait a second, think about it in a more flexible mindset...

It is true that the deadline cannot be broken, but that doesn't necessarily mean that it
can't be delayed, isn't so? Ah hah, now that's how you deal with an editor flexibly! Truly
well played, man am I a genius.

Unfortunately, unlike the flyers back then, the opponent is not an editor, but a scheduled
activity that will not change its date, a much stricter timetable is upon us.

We're being forced to a desperate situation right now.

For now, a change in perspective is necessary. This is when I have to change my point of
view. As I continued to think, I rolled down from the sofa, and kept rolling until I went
under the warm quilt kotatsu.

This is definitely a very weird act from the viewpoint of an outsider, but history has
proven that people who do strange things tends to lead them into new ideas, especially
when they give up on caring about the views of others.

After rolling myself under the blanket, under the dim light, Kamakura seemed shocked,
and fled to the corner furthest from me, looking at me with eyes that spells "What is
wrong with this guy ..."

AHA! EXACTLY WHAT I NEEDED! This is time where, even a cat's paw could be of use! If
I place the ball of meat on its paw to rubs onto my eyelids, it could heal up my tired eyes,
bringing my soul towards inner peace, such serene grace, leading us towards world
peace, and the new series of ARMORED CORE will be released!

Trying to get Kamakura lend me its paw, I reached out my arm towards it. Which
Kamakura responded by jumping out of the stove.
As I popped my head out of the kotatsu, not sure when exactly did she came back, my
eyes lined up with that of Komachi's, who stood in front of me with a stern look.

"...What are you doing brother?"

As she stared at me coldly, Kamakura moved towards her feet, rubbing his face onto her
feet. Komachi then kneels down, rubbing all over Kamakura's body. While maintaining
her cold attitude towards me.

"Don't roll around in your uniform, go get a change clothes first. Its wrinkled and there's
sticking hair."

"Oh, alright..."

I answered while standing up, and began to loosen my tie while walking into my room.

I quickly changed into my jersey and walked back into the living room. Komachi who has
also changed into her casual wear could be seen walking into the kitchen.

"Onii, have you eaten yet?"

"Ah, no."

"Mom prepared a pot of stew , are you okay with it?"

"Well sure... not like there are any other choices."

I too, walked into the kitchen, secretly looking around to see if there's anything else. But
other than the bubbling contents within the clay pot, nothing else could be seen above
the stove. Come to think of it, we've been having nothing else but hotpot for dinner
recently ... The pitcher for noodles in the summer, and the pitcher for hotpot in the
winter, the battle for the strike king title in this year is as exciting as usual.

As I shown a displeased face, Komachi pointed at me with a ladle while placing her hand
on her waist.

"If you have a problem with it, then make your own food."

"Alright……"

She seemed so upright about it, that I could only nod obediently. Preparing dinner for us
even when you're so busy, thank you mum and dad, very cool.

Well, in comparison to the days where we only had plain noodles, the charm of hotpots
lies in how they can come out with different trick balls, sumo pot assorted pot chicken
pot spicy cabbage curry and even porridge udon and so on, which makes it just so much
better. If you post such a thought on Twitter, chances are that you'll receives a bunch of
trash replies like "HaNGiNG nOoDLeS ArE NoT thAt BaD! aS LoNG aS yoU pUt iN eFForT,
yOu cAn COmE ouT WiTH mANy VariATiOnS toO! LOL." that shit is truly annoying, look
our family cook noodles for the sake of its simplicity alright, spending effort on making
variations of it is doing the exact opposite. If your reply them this way, you'll get even
more dumb answers like "ThE kEY oF CooKInG DeLIciOuS nOoDLeS, oNlY rEQuiReS
PlAiN NoOdLEs. CoME ovEr To MuH pLAce, I'lL ShOW yOU HoW iTS DoNe." this is just so
annoying, inviting people to their place the next day just to prove that, look I have own
plans too alright. This kind of person would spend a few hours talking about the different
tastes of plain noodle, just eat them that way, with no other seasoning but a pinch of salt.
Looking at these ingredient enthusiasts, salt enthusiasts and soup enthusiasts arguing
with each other is just simply abnormal.

When you're eating something, its just best not be disturbed by anyone, this sense of
freedom is just...how do I say it, like you've been granted salvation! In other words,
eating with Komachi is simply the best isn't so? Like how that one best brother has
always said, Imouto Sae Ba Ii[8].

I then prepared two bowls, scooped up enough rice for the both of us, and walked
towards the kotatsu.

Komachi then carefully brought the pot over. After I cleaned up the table and placed a
pad on the table, she then placed the pot onto the table, while I arranged the chopsticks
and small bowls.

Komachi quickly filled up the small bowls with food and placed them in front of me.

"Here, which one do you want?"

"Aren't them both the same..."

The taste shouldn't be that different ... and I'm not expert about hotpots either. But after
thinking for a while, I then compared the contents in both bowls.

One has slightly more cabbage, and the other has slightly more pork. Not too much of a
difference.

But since I was asked to choose, I'll have to decide on one of them. Like how Iroha was
forced to choose between the Max coffee and bean soup just now.

"Ah...ahhhh...so that's how it is."

A thought came to me that made me stared at the small bowls, so Komachi picked up her
head.
"Is there anything wrong?"

"No, nothing."

Answering that, I took the one with more pork in it. Komachi pulled over the other small
bowl to her side, and slapped her hands together.

"Well then, itadakimasu."

"Alright, itadakimasu."

Me and Komachi then started eating. The taste of the soup was properly incorporated
into the cabbage and pork, making them quite tasty, very nice. Huh, it’s actually not bad.
Might be an extreme statement but, boys won't complain on their food as long as there's
meat.

We ate silently for some time, the sound of Kamakura munching on cat food could be
heard from the far side of the kitchen.

"By the way, you came home pretty early today."

Its been a few days since the two of us had dinner together. I believe that today is the
first time since we that day our family celebrated on Komachi passing her entrance exam.
For the next few days after passing her entrance exam, Komachi has been eating dinner
with her friends, and always returning home late in the night.

Komachi listened and nodded, answering as she chewed on a cabbage:

"Well, yeah, been pretty busy here ever since the result day."

"What are you even working on..."

Komachi then did some thinking, while counting on her fingers.

"Let see...thank you for all the hard work celebration, congratulations celebration, thank
you celebration, the long time no see celebration, the nice to meet you celebration...and
uhhhh..."

"How many celebrations are there exactly..."

By the way, what the hell is a nice to meet you day... who are you even having a first
meeting with... Is this sadness? Or is this courage? If this is the case, then its time to say
goodbye to my tears[9].

Looking at my puzzled face. Komachi, who's done counting her fingers, smiled and
reached out to me with a fist.
"Then, then, since there is no reservation today, so it's a brother's day? Ehehe, Komachi
scored very high with that one!"

"Yes...yes you did"

So she decided to have a brother's day through exclusion method huh, well, fine by me.
Having that say, this girl is truly nuts. Having so many outdoor activities being planned
for a few days time, she truly has the spirit of those young people who would decide to
hang out somewhere on a whim. Won't she feel tired from being high for so many days...
This sounds devastating to me mental and wallet health.

"Having too much friends is also a problem huh..."

I said that while drinking my soup slowly. At least I can't live that way. Komachi
however, doesn't seem to bothered about my statement, and answered normally.

"It's not just the school, I have a lot of relations with your student council. We even
contact each other on the SNS before entering school."

Ah, so that's what the nice to meet you gathering was about. But really? Starting a social
group before even entering school? That's some high difficulty game mode.

"...Won't you feel awkward after entering school? For being so friendly with each other
before entering school, with the chance of ending up as total strangers when you actually
see them..."

Hearing that, the chopsticks that Komachi was holding froze in midair. She then looked at
me with an awkward smile and disheartened eyes.

"You really like to talk about such unpleasant things don't you onii-chan..."

"But that is something that might actually happen..."

"Well... I guess you're right... but it can't be helped isn't so?"

How dry~ Komachi superdry~[10] she seemed troubled just now for a moment, but
immediately replied me with a smile. Such a clean direct attitude my sister has ... While I
started to feel terrified with how bright my sister’s future seems to be, I suddenly
remembered of something.

"Is that Daishi guy coming too?"

Kawasaki Daishi, the brother of Sa WhateverHerNameIs Ki, also passed his entrance
exam to Sobu High a few days ago. This kid seems to have an interest towards Komachi.
If that piece of shit is also present at the nice to meet you celebration, then I must
eradicate this bug from getting near Komachi! As I'm having very extreme thoughts,
Komachi gave me a much more extreme answer.

"Who? Ah, yeah I think he's joining."

"Ouch..."

Without even looking at me, replied Komachi as she added more food into small bowl. In
Komachi's heart, Daishi is just a far relative to us homo sapiens? I'm starting to feel a
little sympathetic towards him being mistreated, press F to pay resp ... Nah what am I
talking about, I don't care about that kid!
 3-3
After cooking some porridge using the rest of the soup, clearing up all of its contents, our
stomachs were filled up, and I sat down leisurely drinking a cup of tea.

Komachi put Kamakura onto her lap, grooming him while humming a song, and I started
scrolling on my phone while lying down.

A direction has been determined, but it's still lacking context. Prom night, graduation
party, searched through all possible keywords, yet I never came across any inspiring
information, I made a deep sigh and rolled over.

My eyesight eventually lined up with Komachi's, who is sitting in front of me. She asked
me what's wrong, tilting her head with a cute smile.

Looking at her, I remembered of something.

"By the way... you are about to graduate soon right."

"Yep."

I asked her straightforwardly, which Komachi nodded while answering.

A strong atmosphere of celebration has been going on, since everyone's attention was
put onto the the fact that Komachi will be entering high school, but before that, Komachi
will also have to go through her secondary school's graduation ceremony. Even if junior
high school and high school might have some differences, they are both based on the
concept of graduates celebrating on the new phase of life they're about to step into.

I wonder if I can get any inspirations for the prom from her.

"Speaking of graduation, do you have any plans?"

"Hmm? That's a weird question."

Komachi smiled awkwardly, but she also looked up and did some thinking.

"Graduation... Ah, Komachi wants to go to her graduation trip."

Answered Komachi, as if she just remembered about it. In this instant, I sprung up.

"Yoooo, this is the first time I heard about it. What about me?"

"Huh, of course you won't be joining us. Its not like we're travelling with our parents or
your friends."

I shook my hand towards Komachi in refusal. "No, no, nonononono, having an overnight
trip is a no! I won't allo..." I tried holding back my words on my throat as I realized that I
was about to say 'I won't allow it, but Komachi seems to have heard half of it, and stared
at me with a cold look.

Komachi is no longer a child after all... continuing to act like an overprotective brother
might be a little too much for us. As a result, Komachi started to look impatient, let out a
deep breath, and continued saying.

"And there's the graduation party. Well, which is basically just everyone in the class
having a meal together."

"Ok..."

I made a casual response, while secretly writing down notes on my phone.

The graduation trip kind of a problem, but the graduation party makes sense. Every one
having dinner at the nearby barbecue shop, enjoy the food while chatting, something like
that. Or even, go to a better place, like the legendary first class yakiniku restaurant in
Japan 'Akamon' for example. At least Akamon's the best option for people living in Chiba.
People who live outside of Chiba might probably choose somewhere like 'Sengoku'.

... But then again, when she said 'everyone' in the class, does she literally meant
everyone? Like, there tends to be that one or two persons who never gets an invitation
(through my observation) you know? The outlier of the class you know? Apparently I am
quite familiar with this aspect you know!?

Cough.

Anyway, time to ask her something else.

"So is there any other plans? An activity of some sort."

"Oh? Activities?"

Komachi has seemed confused with my question. But, she suddenly seemed to have
remembered something, and made a loud wow.

"...Ah, does the three-send party counts? Is that the one? I'm not quite sure actually."

"The three-send party...ah, you meant that kind of three-send party."

It's not a term that I'm used to, so it took me some time to figure it out, its basically what
they refer to the farewell party for third year students.
Pulling out my memories from my middle school era, in addition to the graduation
ceremony, there was such an activity that I went through. Where all members of each
class were forced attend, while being forced to sing a song too. Which, the boys part in
our choir got commented with stuff like "The boys! Sing properly!" it was so bad, that the
girl playing the piano cried and ran out, with Orimoto leading the group to go after her,
and me being forced to apologize or something...ouch.

"What do you do during that event again? I remember that you're supposed to sing a
song. Graduation themed songs like kabosu I believe?"

"And sudachi."

"Ah, that one. There's also the song where you go, our dear mother earth~~I think?"

"Yeah, that kind of songs. Well, but people usually sing "Praise the Land" at the
graduation ceremony, there's some other performance too, what was that again..."

Some other performance huh...... I picked up my head and suddenly a memory came to
my mind.

"Performance.... ah, is that the one where you go? Hello spring~the light of early spring~
one two, everybody!"

Komachi then sang along.

"One two, everybody!"

"Graduate~"

"Graduate!"

We split up the boys and girls part, even the two tone pause in the middle was
completely reproduced. Our stupid actions made me smile at Komachi.

"...This kind of feeling?"

Which Komachi responded with a smile, and then shook her head while still smiling.

"No, it's a completely different song."

"Eh... I even sang with all that enthusiasm..."

If that's not the one, why did she not stop me earlier... I looked at Komachi with a look of
resentment, which Komachi replied.

"Also that's a slogan, the one we used back in our elementary school."
"Wait, really? I have no memory of that at all. Well, I've only graduated from elementary
school and secondary school. So its not like I went through a lot of graduations."

Even though I said that, I still written about the three-send event into my notes. It might
not be something that I can take reference to, but it could give me some inspiration. After
all no one really knows what kind of things could give one an inspiration. So I continued
to write down singing, performance, slogans and other related things.

This kind of note-taking action works similarly to that of brainstorming. Like what
president Tamakoma once said, never rush to a conclusion, and that any opinions can be
considered...

As I started to think about people that I remembered deep in my memories, immersing

myself in the nostalgia, Komachi for some reason, looked at me with pitiful eyes.

"Indeed ....Onii-chan still haven't graduated from Precure and school idols..."

"What are you talking about, there's no graduation to those, its lifetime education. People
don't just graduate from them by not watching. That's just them being a dropout, a
cultural studies dropout!"

"Onii-chan at this point you're just a repeating student..."

In respond to my protest, Komachi gave up debating and sighed deeply.

Ayyy that's my Komachi, she truly understands me. As I review the events that happened
throughout the year, and how I still didn't manage to grow. The repeating student
statement surprisingly fits me. Without realizing it, I let out a smile mixed with self-
abuse.

Seeing my expression, Komachi tilted her head in grief. But she seems to have decided to
not talk further about this topic, and asked me a different question.

"Is there no three-send ceremonies in high school?"

"Ah, no there doesn't seem to be such a thing."

At least for this year, there are no signs that this activity will be held. Probably because
every clubs might have their very own annual party. Back then I never joined any clubs
so I'm not quite sure about that. Perhaps I should ask someone else about this next time?
So, on my notes, I wrote down "Chat with Totsuka❤".

The result of my solo brainstorming brought me to a pretty good conclusion. I had a

sense of satisfaction, so I put down my phone, and looked at Komachi, who lay down her
head on the kotatsu.
"Is that so... Well, I guess it makes sense that high school students won't do such an
activity."

Muttered Komachi, seemingly disappointed, she continued to hum and played with
Kamakura. The melody sounded familiar, probably a classic graduation song?

As I listened to this lonesome song, I turned off the notepad on my phone.

"Well we don't really have a three-send activity, ... but starting from this year, we'll be
doing a prom."

I opened up the browser, and showed her the prom related web pages that I just went
through, Komachi looked through the pictures and videos I showed her, and gave off a
surprised expression.

"Oh.... Wow, what is this, this is so cool! Oh my, onii-chan~...are you really gonna do
this?"

Komachi’s looked up, her eyes sparkling with strong expectations. My mouth twitched
for a moment, but I managed to force a smile while nodding at her. Even though I did not
make a direct statement, my reply also implied that the prom will become a reality.

There's no proof to show her that it'll actually happen, and we're behind schedule for any
preparations. In fact I don't even know how we'll work it out.

But, the prom will happen.

At least this one statement, is what I can be sure of.

 3-4
Even after a night's sleep, the fatigue from yesterday continues to linger.

After laying down inside the kotatsu for some time alongside Komachi, midnight falls,
and I traveled across somewhere between reality and dreamscape, fell down on my bed,
and completely snoozed off.

When I came to my senses it was already morning, and its about time I head to school. I
went out after having breakfast and changing into my school uniform, but I can't be sure
if I can even make it before the class bell rings.

Komachi seems to have slept at the same time as me, but she woke up looking energetic,
and has already changed and went out earlier than me.

As I calculated, my sleeping time should be that of an average person. But sleepiness

continues to shroud over my head. Thanks to that, my feet felt heavy as I paddled on my
bike.

The gears within my brain and the gears on my bicycle don't seem to move a lot, as
opposed to the needles that continued to turn on my wristwatch.

I have to make preparations for the prom starting from today.

There's not much time left, and the means that can be taken are limited. Even under such
circumstances, I have yet to lay out a specific plan. Not to mention that there are people
that I made big promises to.

The more I think about of it, the more tired my legs felt. But after using all my strength
on paddling, I finally passed through the main gate a short moment before the bell rang.

I sped up my steps walking forward, the stairs linked towards the classrooms seemed
crowded, as students who just ended their morning club activities, and students who're
almost late like me rushed along.

Among them, I noticed a slightly peach colored hair, walking so quickly, that her bag and
her long scarf, and that hair bun leaped up and down along her footsteps.

After recognizing Yuigahama, I hesitated to call her, as I was reminded of that scene from
yesterday. Soon, Yuigahama came shoe closet area, and began to change into her indoor
shoes.

The moment she noticed my presence, her actions paused for a moment. Then, with a
faint smile she placed her small hands over her chest, something seemed to have jiggled
in my view.

This action made me felt a slightly embarrassed, I nodded at her a few times, then pulled
my scarf up and ran towards the shoe shelves in small steps.

Yuigahama whispered to me while poking her hairbun.

"Good morning."

"...Morning."

After a short moment of eye contact, I immediately shifted my line of view towards the
indoor shoes that I just threw on the floor. As I pulled onto the end of shoes trying to
wear them, Yuigahama waited quietly beside me.

I knocked on the floor with the tip of my shoe, indicating that we can head over now, she
nodded, and began to walk as is she's guiding the way.

"Ahhh, that was so close, we're almost late back there."

Saying that, Yuigahama took off her scarf, rolled it into a ball and hugs onto it. Using her
usual cheery expression and tone.

But the way Yuigahama is acting like she always does, made me feel unnatural in return,
but I can only go along with her words, nodding in reply.

Even though I'm aware that something felt off, since she is acting in her usual self, it's
better not to bring up what happened yesterday, but the thought of not mentioning it
made me feel dishonest. So I made sure that there were no other students nearby us, and
whispered to her.

"Were you fine yesterday?"

"Eh?"

I wonder if that question was said too straightforwardly that I surprised her, as she
stared at me, tilting her head. But, she seemed to have remembered yesterday's events,
and put her hands over her cheeks.

"Ah, um. No problem at all! Sorry, I felt a little... ehehe, like, a little embarrassed about it...
I said it before didn't I, that kind of things happen often to me."

Anxious, shy, embarrassed, awkward, after a series of changes in her expressions, she
finally let out a smile. Noticing that is her signal to end this topic, I smiled and nodded in
reply. Even if something felt odd, avoid to pursue it naively, to break it down, to push it
away. It might not be long, but the time we spent with each other, is enough to make
finding a comfortable distance for each other a common skill between us.

I began to climb the stairs, while Yuigahama willingly stepped in front of me, which I
followed up at a slower pace. Have most students already entered their classrooms? No
other people could be seen us. As we stepped onto the wide platform at the middle of the
stairs, Yuigahama looked back at me from her side.

"So what about Hikki? How did things went after that?"

"Well... a lot of things happened. As a result I decided to intervene with the prom."

"I see,"

She made a smile looking relieved, then turned back and continued to move forward. I
nodded while looking at her back, and said with my heavy mouth.

"So for today... you should go back before me."

In reality, we didn't actually make an appointment to go home together. Realizing that I

acted overly self-aware by saying this, a felt of disgust emerges from the depths of my
heart. As I was criticizing myself for misunderstanding things, Yuigahama nodded in
reply.

"Sure."

Feeling that I got saved, I continued my sentence.

"Not just today, for this period, it will be this way."

"...Yeah, I understand. Its to help out Yukinon after all."

Yuigahama continued to walk up the stairs step by step. We then soon reached the third
floor where our classroom is located. While looking at her at half a step's distance, I pull
my scarf, after getting rid of the suffocating tension over my neck, I turned my head a few
times to relax myself.

It’s better if I talk to Yuigahama about how things went yesterday. Putting aside whether
she could understand it fully, its better to let her learn more about it.

"No, actually... instead of helping her I actually ended up going against her."

"Uhm, su....re? What??"

Yuigahama who has been walking smoothly all the time made a sudden stop, turning her
entire body around. With her mouth wide open, with her shocked and confusion being
expressed throughout her whole body. Her reaction is so huge to the point it actually felt
refreshing. Guess being honest about my mistake was a good idea after all.

"Uhhh yeah, how do I say this.... She was so stubborn, that my request to help out became
a no go. So I decided to oppose her. Otherwise I can't find another way to get involved."

"Ha...ha..."

Yuigahama started from struggling to receive the info, to slowly understanding the
things that have happened, turning her confused expression into a conflicted one.

"How do I say it... Hikki you make super clumsy decisions at times..."

"The other way of saying that is. That I'm occasionally super smart."

I gleefully walked past Yuigahama, raising my chest for no apparent reason, while
wearing a smug smile over my face.

As she seen my expression, I could hear that Yuigahama snorted, she then seemed to
struggle for a while, and asked me.

"Did you talk through it properly?"

"......Can properly talking through things solve anything?"

Its me and Yukinoshita, mind you. I added such a reminder. Yuigahama then made a deep
sigh, seeming to have understood the situation.

As expected of Yuigahama, she really understands us.

"It can't. Which is why we agreed on having a competition. Anyway, we first have to
complete the prom. Otherwise nothing else can be done.... stuff like club activities, or
even thinking on how do we move on from here."

The more I speak, the more questions that come into my mind.

End the prom, and then what? What should I do about the service club, how do I deal
with this medium that no longer operates? How do we think about our futures?

As I continued to think, I have reached in front of our classroom.

Yuigahama's footsteps sounded light and slow, as if she was feeling moody as we were
walking, but when she was about to reach the door, she suddenly stopped. What
happened, I look back and saw Yuigahama thinking through something.

She then looked up, staring at me seriously.

"...Can I help?"

Yuigahama can be seen gripping tight onto the strap of her schoolbag, her eyes filled with
unwavering determination. Looking at the strong expectations shown in her closed
mouth and big eyes.

Such an expression, made it impossible for me to refuse.

 Interlude 3

I don't get it at all.

When I'm sitting on my seat, when I'm chatting with the others, when the lesson bell
rings, even when the class begun, I have been thinking about the same thing all this time.

To the point that I confused myself. Telling myself that this is fine, that things should end
this way, to the point that my tears are falling down. I just don't get this this at all.

But...yeah. That's the kind of people they are, the kind of people who look smart on the
outside, even if they are actually clumsier than they thought.

Repeating the same way of doing things, to the point that none of us could realize that a
different option exists. To oppose each other, to compete with each other, without
creating such a reason, neither of them could get closer to each other.

An excuse made to convince themselves.

Whoever wins the competition will have the right to order the other to fulfill a wish.

Her wish was probably decided ever since the beginning.

A wish that has the same nature, yet with a completely opposite intent from mine. Two
wishes that are so similar, yet so different.

There is only one way to fulfill that wish of hers.

But, that definitely shouldn't happen.

No matter how, if they end up going back to being complete strangers, then nothing can
bring them back together.

......But even this, is probably just a statement used to escape reality.

The words on the blackboard are being wiped off before I could copy any of it, and we
have reached the next page of the textbook before I realized it.

People seemed to be chattering within the class yet I can't hear any of those voices, only
the scrubbing sounds of chalk and pencils, and a soft sigh near me echoed into my ears.
The instant I diverted my sight of view, a familiar person enters the scenery.

A head being supported by a left hand, a pair of eyelids that are about to close, the
remaining right hand that spins a pen delicately between its fingers, the head then
lowers down a bit, seemingly deciding on reading the textbook on the table...But, a sense
of fatigue seems to linger about, as it struggles very hard not to daze off during the class,
this action has been repeating throughout the whole day.

I can still see him, we can still see each other.

Even if we ended up moving to a different class, even if it ends up going unnoticed, even
if no one becomes aware of it, even after understanding each other thoroughly, things
will only be the way it has always been.

Which is why I have to hide away these feelings, seal them within the depths, and put up
my best smile possible.

Such a sly, disgusting person.

 Chapter 4: Once again, Hikigaya
Hachiman elaborates

The classroom is filled with noises after school.

During class, I was thinking while occasionally snoozing, but for now I'll put that matter
aside, I began to pack my stuff getting ready to go home, put on my coat, wrapped up my
scarf, and stood up carrying my empty bag.

My first targeted location is at the back of the classroom, the corner next to the windows.
It has been a while since the bell rang, most students have already left the classroom,
while a small group of people stayed back, gathering at that corner.

In the center of group sat our queen, who's pulling onto her blonde straight-rolled hair,
while tapping her phone with her nails. Standing next her is Ebina san and Yuigahama
who's back could be seen in my direction. While Hayama and the three animals are
getting ready to leave for club activities, standing against the window.

They seemed pretty immersed in their enjoyment of freedom after school, chatting
happily among each other. I had no choice but to interrupt them.

To be fair, attempting to slot myself into their conversation felt like a huge pain. Its
already taking me a lot of perseverance to even approach them, and there's just no way I
can get myself to speak to them at all.

But right now, I'm taking the position of requesting help from Yuigahama. So it should be
me to take the initiative. Waiting on my seat until Yuigahama to come over is a really
disgraceful act. For example, during the break time of an anime voice recording session,
the kind of light novel author who would deliberately sit at the middle of the hall of the
recording studio, and wait for the voice actors to approach him, truly a disgraceful act.

Then again I'm already a disgrace myself, but even a disgraceful person should know
when to push themselves harder. So, right now is the time I take courage to move
forward.

Slowly and slowly... one step two step... approach them as slow as a Kyogenshi (Ref 1:
'Mad singing', one of the two formats for Japan's Noh dramas). Is it because I'm walking
too slow? Miura and the others didn't seem to be too bothered, talking about their plans
on where to hang out next time. My tempo is so slow, that I feel like that I can release a
Motoya hand knife in mid air. (Ref 2: Izumi Motoya, originally a Kyogenshi, who then
participated in pro wrestling exhibition matches, he once used a trick where he jumped
onto the other side of his opponent, striking him with a strong hand knife before even
landing onto the ground, also known as the 'Motoya midair hand knife', yeah I spent 15
minutes on this reference)

Approaching millimeter by millimeter, quietly stepping until I'm directly behind

Yuigahama, I then made a light cough.

"...I'm about to leave, should we."

"Ah, sure. I will be going too."

Replied Yuigahama with a plain tone as she looked back. Who then picked up her bag
and waved at Miura and the others.

"See you tomorrow."

"Ok."

"Bye bye."

Miura nodded without seeming too bothered, while Ebina smiled and waved.

Two of the three animals looked at each other in shock, and the remaining animal went
"Eh? What? YO!?" while looking towards us multiple times. Truly a gang made of
annoying species.

Hayama then glanced a little, showing an incredibly warm smile.

What's the hell, this is just super embarrassing and tiring, this is the kind of situation that
makes people want to go commit die...

Looking back, the odd sensation still seems to be lingering within the atmosphere, I then
sped up to leave the classroom. Pulling up my scarf without forgetting to cover up my
face.

I slowed down after entering the corridor, Yuigahama who also rushed out of the
classroom walked beside me, saying with strong intensity.

"By the way what was that for! Can't you just approach us in a more normal way? Getting
close thissss slowly is very scary alright! You actually scared me for a moment."

"Well, it can't be helped ...... I was super nervous back there..."

The process of approaching them used up almost all of my strength, that now I could
only make a low exhausted voice.

Yuigahama let out a breath of dissatisfaction, but then gave me a troubled smile.

We walked shoulder to shoulder until we reach a corner, the special block is to our left,
and to our right side is the stairs.

"So what do we do next."

"Ah... right, we'll have to decide what we should work on... For now, lets get a place
where we can talk about it."

"Sure, how about Saizeriya?"

"Alright, let's go."

Even though there is the choice of using the service club room, neither me nor
Yuigahama mentioned it. Not because we've forgotten, but its because that place can now
be ignored. I believe that Yuigahama's reasoning behind it is similar to mine.

That place can only be established under her presence.

Which is why we'll probably never, enter that room again.

 4-2
We walked for a while after leaving school.

As we reached Saizeriya located in front of the station, we immediately ordered two self-
service drink counters as we sat down, then walked towards the drink counter to get our
drinks, taking a break as we drink up through straws. I originally planned to order
something like spicy Milanese rice, chicken wings, or pasta. But today we aren't actually
here to eat, so getting a drink is enough for now.

When I was having such a thought, Yuuigahama has already opened up the menu.

"I'm feeling a little hungry right now. What about hikki? You want some food too?"

Yuigahama sat at the middle of the quadruple seat in front of me, leaning forward,
looking through the menu left and right seeming busy. Time to time I could sense
something flashy swaying across the table, please don't do this any longer. Ah right, I
already eaten lunch just now...

"By the way, what do you usually have for lunch?"

The moment right after I asked the question, Yuigahama's hands that was moving across
the menu stopped its movement. She then let go of the menu, and leaned her back onto
the chair.

"...Just your regular food...why did you ask that."

As she whispered super softly, Yuigahama swiftly turned her head to the side, twisting
her body while trying to make it look not obvious. I can feel her struggling to shrink
down her belly to make herself look slimmer... Which ended up emphasizing her good
body instead! I looked away while making light coughs.

"No, that's not what I'm trying to say? I mean don't you always had lunch in the club
room? So how do you deal with it recently."

"Ah, so that what you're trying to ask..."

Yuigahama exhaled looking relieved. Then, she took some time thinking about it silently,
and answered slowly.

"Yukinon said for this period, she plans to eat while working in the student council room.
So I have been eating with Yumiko and the others for the past few days... and usually the
same after school."
"I see."

Yuigahama nodded after hearing my short reply, turning the straw placed in her glass.

Yuigahama and Yukinoshita have been spending time with each other for almost every
lunch break and after school sessions. And before Yukinoshita returned to her family's
house, Yuigahama also tends to hang out with Yukinoshita in her unit, so they probably
also spent most of their nights and holidays together. But even since the prom thing
happened, Yukinoshita began to focus on her job more, so they probably won't have such
an opportunity for the time being.

How will things continue to develop? After the prom, as we entered the next year, will
they still be spending time with each other?

"... Well, for now lets focus on completing the prom."

In attempt to interrupt myself from thinking further, I brought up a different topic, and
drank up all of the remaining ice coffee. Even though I put in quite an amount of milk and
gum molasses, it still felt bitter.

Yuigahama looked downwards at the glass she is holding, biting onto her straw. After
taking a sip, she nodded heavily.

"So what plans do you have?"

As she looked back up, Yuigahama has already went back to her cheery expression.
Which made me remember how our conversation usually felt. I began to talk about the
things that I've been considering last night, while holding onto the back of my neck.

"So, although I've been thinking on it for a long time, but it seems that just organizing an
ordinary prom is a very risky idea. For a proposal that has already been criticized once
usually own't be approved."

Up until now, referring back to my experience with the proposing sessions like the
cultural festival, the Christmas event and some other events, these experiences tell me
that the prom is in a very severe situation.

The other events that we have been involved with were built under the condition where
they're already approved, and discuss on how to improve things. But right now the
parents simply demanded the organizers to completely cancel the prom instead of
improving it.

It doesn't matter how many times the proposal gets revised, as long as the core concept
of a prom exists, its safe to say that they won't change their view on the event.
Most importantly, the fact that the event has already been disapproved once will become
our biggest obstacle.

A proposal that has been marked as a failure, can't get rid of such an image that easily,
thanks to that, presenting improvements to it won't necessarily make them give a
positive feedback.

The bad impression the public have towards proms, and the fact that this proposal has
already been rejected before, will cause them to view it with a biased attitude. Which is
why fixing the core problems the event has is ironically not the best solution.

I bit onto the straw, sort out my thoughts, and presented my conclusion.

"...Which is why, a new bias is needed."

Yuigahama opened up her mouth and slowly muttered.

"Bias... ah! Vibes?"

"No."

Why are you showing me that "I got it!" "Hey I totally know that!" kind of expression? It’s
totally wrong, 'bias' has nothing to do with 'vibes'. Guess its better to explain the term to
her.

"Bias is uhm...think about propensity or prejudice.... it means that one is viewing

something with a false image under the influence of a generalized thought process. Well,
yeah, something like that."

"Hngh......?"

Answered Yuigahama who ended up picking her head. Why does it seem like she doesn't
understand it... Well, I don't particularly remember its actual definition either. I just need
to let Yuigahama understand it.

But what I really need her to understand is what I'll be talking about next.

"So basically, in order to change their bias, we need to come up with a proposal that is
visually different from the prom Yukinoshita and the others are working on."

After hearing that, Yuigahama's mouth seemed to opened up even wider. And, eventually
looking at me with a suspicious look.

"...But why?"

"Right now the idea of a prom itself is considered an absolute evil. But what will happen
when a much more vicious presence appears in front of them? This will make the
previous prom proposal look much better in comparison right?"

"I... see?"

Even though she said that, Yuigahama still seemed conflicted on the idea. Even the way
she said her agreement has turned into a question.

How to explain it better... as I started thinking, Saizeriya's menu happened to flash across
my eyes, I then opened up the menu and flipped to its last page. Where there are various
choices of dessert written on it.

"...Sugar makes people fat. So it's a better idea not to have ice cream and desserts right?"

"Well, yeah, why did you ask that all of a sudden..."

Yuigahama grunted while twisting her body, turning her unhappy face away.

"But if you add on a new choice of ice creams that comes with half of their original
calorific value, you might end up trying it, right?"

"Well yeah, I'll probably eat two of them..."

"No what the f... Well, that's basically it."

Yuigahama seemed very attracted to the pictures on the menu, that I had to make a
cough before going back to our topic.

"So the plan here is to come up with a plan that will be abandoned. Choose one out of
two, make the parents feel that they can't refuse on making a choice between them.
Propose the sacrificial plan, have them abandon the sacrificial plan, which in return
means the approval of the main proposal."

The current situation is, that they only have the choice to approve or reject the proposal
for prom proposal A.

However, if we propose a prom proposal B, the parents will end up having this mentality
that're selecting between Plan A and Plan B. Excluding 'rejecting the prom' from their
selection list as a result.

"Ah... so that's what you meant. So Yukinon and Isshiki-chan's prom will be the ice cream
with half the calories."

Yuigahama nodded in confirmation, but the nodding soon stopped and she suddenly
looked up at me.
"But if they already demanded to cancel the prom, wouldn't they just reject both
proposals anyway?"

"Yeah about that...."

Hearing this, I slapped onto my forehead.

What Yuigahama just pointed out is the weakness of such a strategy. Even though
Yuigahama is an idiot, but her brain isn't actually bad at all. Still an idiot though.

This strategy tends to work well against hesitant opponents. But in our case the
opponent has already came to a conclusion, so making them choose between the two
options won't be as effective as it seems.

So, even though I'm adding this statement quite late, it is necessary to let her understand
that we have another prerequisite.

"...Actually, that shouldn't be a problem."

Listening to that, Yuigahama picked her head aside again.

“Our school actually has no intention to cancel the prom. Otherwise they wouldn't have
used the saying of self restraint. Our school was well known for its respect towards the
autonomy of its students, in fact it was even used as our school motto.”

"Ah, yes... considering that so many events were held before..."

A slight sense of doubt still lies within Yuigahama's tone, but she still tried her best to
agree with me.

Taking our school motto into consideration does seem unreliable. But like what
Yuigahama said, our students did organize a lot of large events like the Christmas party.
Which none of these were rejected by the school, which means that the school
authorities have always intended to let their students organize activities with no strings
attached. Hiratsuka sensei herself even mentioned that the school originally did not
think that there are any problems with organizing a prom.

"The school still needs to care for their reputation after all. If they straight up shut down
the prom, they'll look ugly if the word got spread out. So, if Yukinoshita can come up with
a safer proposal, it shouldn't be hard to make the school our supporter. We'll have to
count on Hiratsuka sensei regarding that."

"Mhm."

After listening to me, Yuigahama nodded seeming assured.

Actually, now that Hiratsuka successfully obtained their verbal promise of “apply self
restraint”. So as long as we can come up with the second option, Hiratsuka sensei who's
now backed up by the school's statement should have a certain level of right of speech
and influence over the parents' choices. Which means that we can have a positive
outlook over the school's possible actions.

The other big problem here is the negotiation with the parents. The more I think about it
the more it feels depressing, to the point that I ended up biting onto my straw.

"And then there's, the parents... Specifically, the more vocal ones ... If we put down our
gesture, show them the options we're providing, and eventually lead them into thinking
that they're choosing out of their own will, it should please them enough to make them
stop complaining..."

In most occasions, people who complains the loudest have no interest with debating over
the content of the subject, but simply seek for victory against their opponents. Therefore,
as long we make the other party come to this impression of "it was I who decided, it was
I who changed their actions, it was I who made them apologize" , endure their criticisms
and complaints, then things should end up with a good note.

No, to be honest this doesn't feel convincing.

This time it was me who picked up my head.

"...That's what I think, what about you?"

While sighing, I started to think about Yukinoshita's mother.

The fact that the people who came over to the school weren't the parents who had
doubts with the prom, but Yukinoshita's mother instead made me see a ray of hope. After
all, her role was a mere messenger. Her speech could either be seen as that from the
member of the parent council, or the words from the wife of a local authority. At least
that's my impression towards her original rhetoric.

But then again, as expected from the mother of the Yukinoshita sisters, the longer the
conversation went on, the stronger the arguments she presented, to the point that even
we got sold with her sayings.

That mother, also likes to talk over things. She also followed up with Iroha's counter
arguments without looking bored. No, instead of saying that she enjoyed the
conversation itself, what she really enjoys is defeating her opposition.

In this case, it's hard to say whether Yukinoshita's mother will simply give up arguing or
not.
Which means we'll also need to prepare something to deal with her... Please don't be like
that, I really don't want to be involved with her, Mrs Yukinoshita is just too terrifying, for
real...

So for the time being, these are what I managed to come up with.

“So basically, we'll show them that we have the right to forcefully execute the event,
while trying to convince them into our controllable options.”

I spat out the straw in my mouth that has been wrinkled into a ball, and presented my
conclusion. Yuigahama then gleefully smiled at me in admiration.

"Wow...Hikki you should be doing this kind of job in the future! Some complaint
correspondent kind of profession! It really suits you!"

"Absolutely no... that's not how it works, and I don't plan to get a job either."

I can't find myself to feel happy about this statement even in front of her sparkling eyes,
and unconsciously revealed a disgusted expression. Yuigahama however continued to
smile happily.

No, I'm really not suitable for this? Also to deal with complaints through such an
approach as an employee, will definitely get me fired. My plan would only work due to
the unique environment of the school and my position as an unemployed person.

Not to mention that, there is already a standard reply to deal with most complaints.

Its simple, just blame our boss! Or just transfer their calls to the customer service and
have the professionals deal with them.

"Well, we haven't actually started any actual work too. So up next we'll have to deal with
the real troublesome stuff."

"What do you mean..."

Listening to that I sighed deeply, crossed my fingers, leaned my body slightly forward,
and lowered my head to make a Gendo pose (Ref 3: The signature pose of commander
Ikari from EVA), and said in a deep tone.

"We still have to make preparations for the sacrificial plan. It needs to a look like that
actual effort has been put in and has a realistic sense to it in the view of outsiders.
Otherwise, it won't even qualify as an option."

"Ah, so that's how it is..."

Yuigamaha seemed to have moved slightly backwards. So I moved up a little forward as if

I'm chasing after her.

"Which means that we're short of people and time. Also, we have no budget at all."

"So what resources do we actually have..."

As Yuigahama asked back with a troubled smile. I made a shallow smirk.

"Introducing, the beings who have too much free time, requires no salary in return of
them working for us......Our school's students! They're completely free and always ready
to be used."

"This is too shady!"

Yuigahama shouted out while grabbing onto her head.

But right now, it is true that if we don’t recruit the most professional talents in our school
and squeeze out every ounce of their efforts, there will be no other way for us to make a
comeback. This is Sobu High's newly revised labor system, a system that turns the most
professional experts into slave... (Ref 4: Japan introduced a new standard to their labor
system some time ago, employees of the higher hierarchy will no longer have an
allowable limit to their overtime hours, and working overtime will no longer get them
paid... Man they actually approved this.)

Yuigahama who sunk into her seat seeming discouraged, looked up at me through the
gaps of her bangs.

"But, for such a plan that was never meant to be approved, can we even find anyone that
are willing to help?"

"You're right..."

As I replied, I too looked up at the ceiling.

Like she said, it wouldn't be this difficult to recruit people if we're actually trying to
organize an ideal prom, after all no one would like to become a sacrificial Yamcha. Only
the most foolish of all fools, the nicest of all nice people, or high end eccentrics would be
interested with working for such a thing.

Unfortunately we'll have to give up on direct recruitment. Which also means that the
methods we could use are limited.

"I'll try not to disclose about our true purpose, and try convincing them as much as
possible... As long as we avoid ending up with a financial deficit, and properly apologizing
to them after that, yeah, things should be fi..."
If pleading for mercy could solve the problem the it won't be an issue, I crossed my arms,
and did some thinking, suddenly I could hear a short sigh that sounded as if it was being
contained.

As I looked up, Yuigahama could be seen biting onto her lips while slowly shaking her
lowered head. She didn't say anything, but that is enough to convey her thoughts.

I shouldn't have said that without proper consideration. This is a mistake that I have
repeated so many times.

I took a deep breath. And started to convince myself.

"...No, lets try and talk to them properly. They might not understand us, but for now lets
seek out people that we're familiar with."

"Ok."

Yuigahama nodded and answered with a smile.

The situation we're in right now is a product of my mistakes.

Which is why, I should at least avoid make the same mistakes over and over.

A method different from what I've used in the past, a fundamentally different one, I have
to find it.
 4-3
After contacting the people who we could think of, time flowed through leisurely. The
scenery seen from Saize's window will soon dyed with twilight, although its still far from
the peak hour for leaving work, pedestrians could already be seen flooding into the train
station.

After receiving replies from the people I asked to meet up with, we waited for them to
come. During this period we decided to have an early dinner.

Yuigahama could be seen brawling with the pizza in front of her, whenever she says a
'gambateh', an eerie noise could be heard right after. Is she bad at using this round pizza
cutter. Lots of screeching sounds could be heard as the toothed blade clashes fiercely
against the pan.

Is she finally done? Yuigahama sighed and handed over a piece of pizza that has this
weird shape that I can't describe of.

"For you, Hikki."

"Uhm, thank you."

But then again I won't make unnecessary remarks towards the shape of the pizza. I'm not
in a position to complain after having someone else cut for me, and Saize's pizza is good
no matter what shape or size.

"Do you want some chili sauce?"

"Ah, yes. Thank you."

I picked up the bottle of chili sauce placed on the center of the table, squeezed it for two
to three times, and then munched on the pizza that now tastes even better.

After a while, the side dishes, Doria rice, pasta and salad were served. Then'll be another
meat dish coming up soon. This set meal felt more sumptuous than I imagined, I should
inform Komachi that I won't be having dinner when I come home later.

While I pressed onto my phone, Yuigahama used her fork and knife like a pair of
chopsticks, asking me while picking up food.

"Do you want any salad?"

"Just a bit, no tomatoes. And uhhh, you can take all the prawns. I'll be full with the meat
only."
"Really!? That's great! By the way eat some tomatoes too, its not good to be picky with
food."

"Ah, its not that, I just tend to feel uncomfortable every time I eat tomatoes, I can't stand
its slimy texture."

"Eh... but that's what make them taste good."

Seeming to be more skillful at separating salad as compared to cutting pizza, Yuigahama

swiftly took out my share and arranged them on my plate. I nodded to express my
gratitude, took it over and thanked her before eating.

Though... the lettuce is covered with the sticky juice of the tomatoes...I shoved it into my
mouth with my eyes closed, and swallowed it almost instantly without even chewing.

Aha, now there shouldn't be any other vegetables with tomato essence stuck on them...
As I opened up my eyes, Yuigahama could be seen placing her hands over her cheeks,
happily looking at me.

"You look just like a child."

She gleefully made that comment as if she's teasing me, she then switched over into a
more mature smile. This girl who was supposed to be at the same age as mine, for some
reason looked at me in a way that resembles an older sister, my eyes felt uneasy, looking
left and right.

But as I shifted my line of view towards every direction, her gorgeous tea colored hair
that shines like an angel's halo, her big watery eyes, the concave spot on her collarbone,
her fingertips that tapped onto the ends of her hair, the lifted corners of her mouth and
those glittering lips, her long eyelashes that look like a soft artistic curve, and even her
slightly blushed soft cheeks, everything that enters my view is just so captivating.

"S...some adults dislike tomatoes too..."

Apparently Hiratsuka-sensei hates tomatoes too ... after saying this, I lowered my head. Is
this me feeling shy or embarrassed? Either way, I can't look directly onto Yuigahama's
face.

I looked up and turned my head towards the air conditioner with a "Speaking of which ~
did this shop set their air conditioner a little too strong?" kind of look, and let a out a long
breath.

Soon after, a familiar large figure appeared in the distance.

Wearing a trench coat, leather gloves and glasses. It wouldn't look weird for the current
season, but the way he looks around while standing at the entrance, makes him look
super suspicious. The way he's acting so suspiciously however is what made him easier
to recognize, Zaimokuza Yoshiteru, the self proclaimed kengo.

As Zaimokuza noticed me raising my hand, the uneasiness expression on his face turned
into cheerful one, marching while waving towards us. Like a wild grizzly bear who got
tamed all of a sudden...

For some reason Yuigahama stood up holding onto her bag, and moved over to my seat.

"Ahem."

"Huh?"

I took over her bag, as she heard my confused reaction, Yuigahama said with a displeased
face.

"Move over a little."

"Ah, sure..."

After I moved inside, leaving out some space, she then sat down directly.

Why...? Is it that hard to sit beside Zaimokuza? But then again, I don't really like
Zaimokuza sitting sit next to me either, ...but aren't you sitting a little too close to me? I'm
feeling super nervous all of a sudden!

"Hachiman, for what cause did you summon me here."

After making a deep breath, Zaimokuza made two unnecessarily loud coughs, and sat in
front of me.

The way Zaimokuza's acting like his usual self made me felt a sense of relief.

Alright, calm down. Keep my breath going.

"For now lets wait for everyone else to come. For the time being, spot the differences."

I handed over the children's men to Zaimokuza. The front cover and end cover of this
children's menu seemed like they have the same painting, but in fact there are some
differences between them. Its a strategy to make children stay quiet by letting them find
out these differences while waiting for their food, which makes this menu a popular
feature.

"Oh!...This looks kinda difficult."

Zaimokuza immediately started to work on it as he took over the menu. Such a casual
treatment feels pretty nice, and really comfortable... Before I realize it my face has now
soften and a random idea came to my mind.

"Bruh, if we are still single by the age of 70, lets live together at a nursing home shall we."

"What this, some new proposal tactic? I'm pretty confident that we could buy a single
men only kind of apartment unit. We can uhhh, watch anime and play table games
together every day."

Zaimokuza didn't even bat an eye, staying focused on the menu, while answering me
casually.

Yuigahama whispered "The fu...", sounding pretty disgusted by our conversation.

I felt my phone vibrating. Probably the other person that I contacted, Saika Totsuka. As I
was about to pick up the call, he has already arrived.

"Hachiman."

Is it because we're in a public area? He called out my name in a lower tone than usual.

As I looked up, Totsuka walked over while carrying a tennis bag is coming. Wearing a
coat over his usual sportswear, and his neck is covered with what seems to be a hand-
woven muffler. Did he rushed here right after his club activity ended? His clothes look
scattered, and his breathing sounded rapid, and his cheeks look pretty red. This felt
refreshing, and I laughed unconsciously as I raise up my arm.

My smile froze instant.

Standing behind Totsuka, a familiar black blueish ponytail could be seen swaying.
Wearing a black coat and checkered scarf, those daringly uncovered long legs, and also
the big shopping bags that look incompatible with these clothing. Seeming unhappy yet
trying her best to cover it up by showing a casual expression, Kawasomething nodded at
us. Which I too nodded in response.

I then immediately whispered into Yuigahama's ear.

"Didn't I tell you to invite someone who easy to communicate with?"

"And you invite chuuni here!"

Complained Yuigahama with a pouting face while keeping her voice down. But its not
like I can do anything about this situation.

"Well, yeah, this erm, um, well, it’s true that they're hard to communicate with but..."
... But really, for my case, there's actually not a lot of people who I can talk to isn't it?

Zaimokuza, Totsuka and even Kawasaki however are people we're actually familiar with,
which makes them easier to talk to. If its someone like Miura for example, I definitely
can't get myself to say anything in front of them.

Totsuka walked over in small steps and sat down lightly beside Zaimokuza, while
Kawasaki pulled over a chair down to sit, crossing her legs, facing us sideways.

"Saki chan and Saika chan, thank you for coming. Do you want something to eat?"

Yuigahama handed them the menu, Totsuka then replied with a shy smile.

"Yeah, I would like to... feeling a bit hungry after club activities."

"I'll pass... a cup of drink is enough."

Kawasaki replied briefly. She probably has to go home and prepare dinner, and only
decided to join in since she was on the way to pick up her sister Keika. Its better not to
waste too much of her time.

I'll begin once Totsuka comes back ... Come to think of it, we haven't ask Zaimokuza if he
wants to eat anything? As I looked towards him, Zaimokuza is still staring at the
children's menu.

"Nghhhh, there are still seven differences that can't be found..."

Seriously dude, there's only 10 differences in the menu.

 4-4
As I stared at Totsuka roll up the pasta and sending it into his mouth, after he seems to
be done chewing, I began to talk.

"First of all, I would like to apologize for calling you out so suddenly, and thank you all
for coming, thank you very much."

I bowed down my head and thanked them sincerely. Argh its feels embarrassing to act so
earnest, that I'm afraid to look up into the expressions of these three people, so I
continued to lower my head for a while.

Then, a satisfying "ohoho" sound, the gentle sensation of someone nodding, and a soft
troubled sigh could be felt in the air, alongside the happy, relieved sensation travelling
into my ears. Knowing which reactions were whose, it no longer make sense for me to
continue bowing.

After making two coughs to drive of my shyness, I continued saying.

"I have an unfortunate news to tell you all."

"Ok."

Zaimokuza adjusted his posture, showing me an unnecessary "I'm listening" kind of

expression, Totsuka sat nervously while setting his back straight, and Kawasaki is still
leaning her head aside with a tired face.

"Do you guys know about the school prom?"

"Huh, no I don't, but I will now."

As he answered Zaimokuza took out his mobile phone. Searching on something after
being asked about it, for an otaku this guy is actually pretty impressive. I was expecting
him to ask me back on what's the prom about, and I was prepared to answer him "Just
Google it, see this rectangular device thingy in front of you? Use it. I mean, DoN't YoU
GuYS HaVe pHonES? " instead he just saved me the trouble.

I'm guessing that Zaimokuza is done researching about proms, as he is now showing a
disgusted and wretched face while staring at his phone.

"Erggg... what is this, the kind of activity that only exists to satisfy the vile desires of
normies, giving them nothing but a short term of happiness!? And those goddang chads
will use this experience as something to brag on to their normie community once they
enter university and be like 'Yooooo we organized a prom during high school, see how lit
we are fam?' to brag themselves showing people how

cool their high school life was, alter a few details here and there, those sociable
bastards..."

Zaimokuza slammed his phone onto the table, Totsuka took a peek on its contents,
looking intrigued. Kawawhatshername didn’t say anything like “can I have a look”, but
the way she glanced over seems to be telling me that.

"This prom will be organized in our school... but we decided to oppose it."

Just as I finished my sentence, Zaimokuza made a loud slap onto his knee and said.

"Which means that we're the anti-prom group right!?"

"... Well, something like that."

"Yes! We're the anti-prom bois!"

Did you made that term up when you were searching on it just now... Please don't use
some random term you came up with so confidently... Seeing how agitated Zaimokuza's
acting, the volume of my voice suddenly went down a few levels.

"Well...that's...erm, yeah, that's kinda what we're doing."

"What!? No!?"

Yuigahama shouted at me with a shocked face. It’s loud, she shouted really loud. Both of
your voices are seriously loud. And can you please not turn around, I could almost feel
something grazing over my elbow. Also please stop shaking my limb.

What's going on here! ? As I was being shaken, I looked around the shop. Fortunately,
there isn't a lot of people in here. Now that the tables nearby ours are still empty. I
should probably discuss about it with Yuigahama in private...

"Sorry, can you give us a minute?"

"Take your time."

After receiving Zaimokuza's permission, I turned over to Yuigahama. Then lift up my

hands up to the chest, making a push-out hand gesture. Seeing my signal, Yuigahama
unwillingly stood up.

I too stood up, after making a brief apologize to Totsuka and Kawasaki, I led Yuigahama
to a different table.
Yuigahama looked at me full of suspicion, and grabbed onto my shoulder as soon as we
sat down, she said quietly.

"What was that about? We are going to organize a prom right?"

"Yes yes. That is this plan.... But, its kinda hard to say it out now, you saw Zaimo's
reaction just now didn't you... Its hard to explain it to him without making his mood
down."

As I glanced over, Zaimokuza could be seen blabbering over negative rumours about
proms. Totsuka who was just nodding obediently and Kawasaki who's completely
ignoring them. Its like I'm looking at these three strangers just happened to be drinking
together at the bar.

Eyebrows raised, Yuigahama said her voice down.

"Eh.... But it’s definitely not appropriate to not tell them truth."

"Yeah I'll tell them... But if anything goes wrong, do help me out a little. Please."

I closed my palms together and lowered my head. Yuigahama then let out a troubled sigh.

"... It can't be helped then."

Yuigahama smiled as she was standing up. I too stood up and walked towards our
original seats.

Did Zaimokuza finally calm down after all that fussing? He's now looking at us with very
eager eyes. I made another cough and said.

"Everyone, I have another unfortunate thing to announce."

"Ok."

Zaimokuza sat upright again.

"Look... we are indeed opposing the prom, but not as some kind of anti-prom group. The
prom will still be held."

"what!?"

Although Zaimokuza tilted his head, but is still showing a serious expression. Totsuka
and Kawasaki reacted in a similar way. Well, it can't be helped for them to react in such a
way, since this does sound pretty confusing. When I was thinking on how to elaborate
further, Yuigahama immediately followed up with my statement.

“Yukinon and Iroha chan are organizing the prom, but the parents a and the school
demanded them to apply self-restraint. So we are considering to present them a different
prom proposal, something like that.”

"....Huh."

Kawasaki’s reply sounded as if she was uninterested, her eyes however widened with a
glint of surprise, it is because of hearing the term self-restraint for the first time?

"Yukinoshita and Iroha's plan has been rejected by the parents association. Even if they
make amendments to that proposal, it will most probably get kicked back again.
Therefore, we plan to present them with a second proposal. With the existence of two
proposals, we should be able to force a situation where they'll have to select either one of
them."

"Is Yukinoshita aware of this?"

Although her tone sounded cold, I could see the worries in Kawasaki's eyes. I shook my
head.

"No, she doesn't know... to be exact, I did not tell her. Sorry, please don't mention about
this to others. The plan won't work if it's exposed."

Kawasaki’s looked at me in disbelief. While although not obvious, Totsuka too seemed to
be confused. Only Zaimokuza is tapping on the table with his hand while nodding.

"Uhm uhm, a double bind... under a premise huh, so you're suggesting them multiple
options to choose, and pull off this psychological trick where they'll act under the
impression that they must choose..."

"Yes, something like that."

Only this however won't be enough to induce an answer from the parents, so its not the
full picture, but that is indeed our intention.

Sounding as if he's sorting out all these information being sorted out, Totsuka who had
been nodding silently as he was listening said with a low voice.

"Which means that, you'll still be opposing the prom one way or another."

"... Indeed. So I hope that you can help us out with the planning of the prom..."

I find it difficult to convey my next sentence, so my mouth froze half open.

As I stayed silent for a few moments, he sat up straight staring at me. Showing me an
impression that felt different from his usual serenity and gentleness, a slightly
prestigious look.

"Hachiman, allow me to verify something first. Otherwise this conversation will just end
up with loose ties like it did before. I don't like it."

Even though he sounded shy, a strong will could be sensed from his words. This feeling
that I never expected Totsuka to have made me at a loss of words. But now that he said
it, it is true that I never actually talked about this to anyone, no, I didn't even attempt to
have a discussion from the beginning, simply allowing things to end abruptly. In their
point of view I probably acted very dishonest and irresponsible.

"What exactly do you want?"

Not really understanding what is the intent behind this question, I asked him through my
eyes. Totsuka then scratched his cheeks and said.

"The way Hachiman said it just now, doesn't sound like you really want to organize a
prom. Which made me fell concerned about it...the fact that you're hiding this from
Yukinoshita san doesn't sound right to me either. Is there another goal that Hachiman
wants to achieve here?"

"No, I..."

As I was about to explain using the words I just came up with. Totsuka's strong eyes
stopped me from doing so.

"Sorry Hachiman, I know that it might be hard to say it out loud with everyone being
here. But we really want to understand you properly."

I couldn't speak for a while.

Everyone in front of me is staring here. Either with their backs straight, or leaning
sideways, or seeming troubled from such an atmosphere.

As I was figuring out on what to say, my wavering sight landed on Yuigahama's worried
face.

"Hikki..."

I could feel my cuff being pulled by her hand under the table. Feeling her warmth, I
closed my eyes.

Yeah, I know. This time I should really say it properly.

This is not the first time I asked them for help. Although the lineup of people this time
are somewhat different, the situation is the same. Back then, I kept everything hidden
from them, using other as an excuse, for the sake of relying on their gentleness.

But its different now. Even if it feels embarrassing, but at least right now I can tell them
all about it, with a language that contains no lies.

Even if they might find it unreasonable and illogical, and they might not find it to be true.
But its my very language, the kind of language that is not a borrowed or a temporary one.

"Truth be told, I don't really care about what happens to the prom.... Yukinoshita, wants
to achieve it with her own strength. So she doesn't want me to help."

I opened my eyes slowly.

"Even so, I still want to make their prom a reality... that's what I thought."

After struggling hard to finish my sentence, my eyes lined up with Totsuka's bright smile,
as he nodded in approval. At this moment I feel liberated from all these things entangling
my chest, and let out a breath.

"Generally speaking, I'm planning to come out with a proposal that acts as a sacrificial
dummy. A counterfeit designed for the sole purpose of letting the original proposal to be
approved. Now knowing that everything you do will only be in vain, if you are still willing
to help, please lend me a hand."

I bowed my head and waited for their answer, and I could feel the tension on my cuffs
growing stronger.

Silence itself lasted for only a few seconds. However, no other words could be heard
other than the slightest sighs.

I then heard a deep sigh. As I looked up, Kawasaki showed me a sorry look.

"I'm sorry. As I'm currently helping out Yukinoshita, I can't just leave my current duties
aside. Things should always have a proper beginning and end."

Kawasaki's hand that was supporting her chin a while ago, is now placed on her thighs,
her body sat straight up, showing an admirable posture.

"...Ah, I understand. In fact, its good to know that you're helping out Yukinoshita. Their
prom is the main event after all. Please."

Kawasaki then turned her head aside and said quickly.

"I will do it even if you didn't asked me to. But...I'll be cheering for you guys from the
other side."

After adding that remark with a very low voice, Totsuka looked at Kawasaki with a smile,
and followed up.

"I have club activities so I won't be available all the time... But if you need any manpower,
just let me know. The tennis team will help out. I am the club president after all."

Said Totsuka as he patted on his chest. My expression calmed down after hearing his
answer.

"Thank you, I'll count on you when the time comes."

Even though the number of active committee members have not increase, it still feels
reassuring to know that we have backup in case of an emergency. Most importantly,
frank people like those in the tennis club could be very helpful.

I let out a silent breath of relief, and I could feel a pat on my cuff. Even though she didn't
say anything, the words "This is great." has been conveyed through this action. I didn't
look at her face as I was feeling shy, so I only nodded slightly as a response.

There are no major progress. But at least we're moving forward bit by bit... As I had this
thought, I looked up, only to see Zaimokuza remaining silent, occasionally making
sounds that I can't tell whether its a murmur or a shriek.

"Hnggghh..."

As I thought that he's thinking things through, Zaimokuza suddenly stood up. Which
Kawasaki and Totsuka who noticed him both stood up and gave way. Zaimokuza then
gave them a nod and walked out with a hand knife pose. As he reached the aisle, he stood
straight with his back facing me.

"...Right now it should be the one at west Chiba's Lucky? No, the ACE."

Zaimokuza is seen playing with his phone while saying those words. Feeling weird from
his actions, me and Yuigahama looked at each other. Conversing silently with our eyes
"What does that mean?" "I don't know". All I could recongnize is the name of the game
centers he just said. Knowing that I shouldn't leave him that way, I asked.

"Hey uhh...Zaimokuza san? You there?"

As I called out to him, Zaimokuza turned back sideways, with his hands now in both
pockets, showing a cold smile.

"... Well, guess I have no choice."

Even though I know that he was just acting cool, for some reason I find his acting much
convincing than ever before.

No seriously, its actually pretty cool.

"You need talents right. Tomorrow, free up your schedule a little, I will contact you."

Once he finished that sentence, Zaimokuza walked towards the exit in large steps. The
odd yet fascinating sensation made me froze for a moment, when I came back to my
senses, I stood up and told him.

"Sorry, and thank you."

So, Zaimokuza stopped his movements.

"Wait! And hope!"

Zaimokuza could be seen waving his trench coat, both arms stretched out, and shouted
these words. What, bruh. Can you please not do this in a restaurant ... Although, well, it
does look pretty cool to be honest.
 Chapter 5: Not usually being aware of it,
the closing credits are about to roll.

A day after Zaimokuza’s cool proclamation, the promised moment finally came.

As soon as the end of class bell rang, I promptly turned my head back and cast my eyes
over to the back corner of the classroom - entering my sight was the typical group
centered around Miura. Needless to say, Yuigahama was also part of it.

I breathed out deeply, made up my mind and then stood up from my seat. Maybe I was a
little too fired up - I just created a fuss by pushing back the chair too hard and making a
stupid ‘grrr’ sound as it scrubbed the ground. Yuigahama noticed that sound and looked
in my direction. Well, in fact, everybody left in the classroom then were looking at me.

That was so embarrassing of me that I just wanted to get to the back of the classroom
and dive right into the window glass immediately, till I reached the end of the blue sky.
You’d think of it as exciting as ‘Grand Blue’ but I was so close to turning the school
courtyard into red ocean.[11]

After all, the embarrassment I suffered wasn’t for nothing. Yuigahama immediately
picked up her school bag and carried it on her back, waving goodbye to Miura and
coming towards me.

“About to get going?”

“Yeah…”

What a relief… to have Yuigahama coming up and talking to me. But still, it’s kind of
embarrassing to be talked to first. Shy egoistic 17-year-old Hachiman! To avoid further
being stared at, I quickly left the classroom, followed by Yuigahama walking like a
penguin making a “peta-peta” sound with her indoor shoes.

I walked ahead of her by half a step. We came to the same intersection as yesterday,
where to the right lies the staircase and to the left the special-purpose building.
Yuigahama then pecked my back asking,

“What shall we do today?”

“Ah, I heard something from Zaimokuza earlier...”

As I spoke I took out my smartphone to confirm the meetup location Zaimokuza sent
over to me.

Yuigahama leaned her head, jumping back and forth, left and right, as if saying ‘let me
also see it’. Hey! That’s disturbing but cute yet also annoying stop jumping stop leaping
leave me alone.[12] Just give me a moment and I’ll let you see it…. Hence I did.

“Ehh, looks like we are also meeting someone else besides Zaimokuza there.”

“Hmm…”

Yuigahama peeked at the screen over my shoulder and blinked her eyes a couple times.
After that, she leaned her head and asked me dubiously,

“... Who else is the Chuunibyou calling?”

I looked outside the window as she asked - no matter how far it goes the sky stays blue
and perfectly clear. There, it seemed that I just saw an illusion of Zaimokuza in a thumb-
up pose. I put up a bitter smile corresponding to my illusion.

“Let’s just trust him for now…”

“Even if you say so with a good face....”

Yuigahama’s uneasy mutter echoed in the corridor.

 5-2
Shortly, we arrived at the special-purpose building according to Zaimokuza’s message,
two floors below the Service Club, which was located on the fourth. Around the corner
stood Zaimokuza like a Deva King[13]. He noticed us two soon and started waving at us.

“Oh, come here!”

While being waved at, I arrived at the front of a certain classroom.

“This place is…”

Yuigahama opened her mouth in surprise and cast her eyes into the classroom. So did I,
before I noticed something too.

I had been to this place before. If I remember it correctly, this is… Ga...Gamer’s Research
Club, aka Asoken[14]. My memory of this place was vague but I could recollect that I used
to play Daifugou (or Daihinmin) here.

“Please come in.”[15]

Zaimokuza knocked on the door yet entered the classroom without waiting for any
response. We were still bewildered but still we followed him quickly into the classroom.

Behind the door there was a pile of boxes, books, packages stacking on top of each other.
They looked like intimidating walls standing there, leaving the room look like a maze.
Entering my mind were images of a typical bibliomania’s home library and a packed toy
shop.

“Hey… is this the Game Club?”

Yuigahama dragged my sleeve and asked. Thanks to her question now I remembered too.
Yes yes, this is the Game Club. Ah… Yeah, that’s a thing in our school.

As I was thinking so, Zaimokuza ended up walking way ahead of us and was about to
disappear amid the tallest pile of books and boxes.

I quickly chased him up, and there I saw two long desks and two more guys.

Those two guys noticed us and both pushed their glasses up.

“Hello…”

“... Long time no see.”

I felt like I had seen one of them - with that distinctive, fashionable pair of glasses[16].
While I was wondering his name, Zaimokuza eagerly prepared the steel chairs, laid out
the tea and snacks on the table. He placed Yuigahama’s and my chair facing against those
two glasses, and then sat down on their side of the table.

“Th.. thanks!”

After Yuigahama expressed her gratitude, Zaimokuza and the two Game Club guys all
respectively mumbled “please have a seat”. Yuigahama quietly and politely pulled out the
chair and sat down. In contrast, I sat down on the chair heavily.

“Zaimokuza, are they the so-called ‘helpers’?”

“Positive. They are Mr. Hatano and Mr. Sagami.”

He pointed at the two of them for us, proudly and happily. He smiled so excitingly as he
was introducing them to us. Since when did you guys get along with each other so well…
I wonder if it’s one of those arcade center friendships. Well, I have zero interest in
Zaimokuza’s friendship circle anyways. Whatevs. Now here’s the problem. Which one is
Sagami and which one is Hatano…? I stared at them for a while but still failed to match
their names to their faces.

“Oh crap, the Sworder-san was actually being serious…”

“Ikr! I thought he was definitely joking.”

My guess - Hatano spoke first and the follow-up person looked like Sagami.

Overhearing their secret conversations, it seemed that Zaimokuza already told them
about our business here. That makes things easier to explain.

“Let me get into it straight. In opposition to the actual prom, you guys are going to help
us with this dummy prom proposal, which will ensure that the actual prom takes place.”

I quickly put my elbows on the table and leaned forward, trying to motivate their
incentives. My body language was suggesting ‘Let’s all do our best together!’ to them.
Well. The two Game Club guys looked at me disinterestedly.

“Is this guy a moron?”

“He is making a big deal just to do something like that? I wonder if there’s something
wrong with his brain...”

Hatano was astounded and Sagami looked sympathetic. Zaimokuza seemed happy from
his heart. He straightened his chest up cheerfully and said,
“That’s right! That’s him, Hikigaya Hachiman! Always using strange, bizarre and
unexpected measures to get things done. Stupid! A fool! A jocular fellow![17]”

Shit! These guys really irritated me…! I was about about to kick the chair and say
goodbye. I couldn’t do so, because Yuigahama was dragging my jacket sleeve again.

“Hikki, you have to ask them properly…”

I couldn’t say no - being asked by someone acting like a cute kid. But she was right. I was
the one asking for the favor. It made sense to ask them nicely and directly for help. I
signed briefly, dismissing all my dissatisfaction and irritation I had so far and bowed my
head down.

“I’m sorry if I had to phrase it this way. I urgently need you guys to help to me without
asking for pay-back. Think of it as volunteering for Olympic games. Quit complaining and
just help me please.”

“He really should feel sorry for saying that way…”

“Even the politicians choose their way of speech better than him.”

Probably because I asked them too directly, Hatano and Sagami leant their body
backward and faces upward. That was dismissive. Yuigahama moved her hands in panic,
saying “Gaah… he won’t listen…” She jumped in and said,

“I’m sorry… Hikki is like this all the time. He’s quite unreasonable or...!”

What a follow-up rescue that ended up not being a good one. They probably couldn’t act
tough on Yuigahama and only gave ingratiating smiles.

Immediately following that, meetings between the glasses took place. The glasses sitting
in the middle whispered to the glasses sitting aside,

“... What should we do then?”

“Mmmh, I’m against helping him!”

For some reason, it came from Zaimokuza, who sat on the other side. Wait, what? Why
are you against me… The glasses who was whispered at raised his hand languorously
and asked,

“Hmmm… we actually don’t want the prom to take place to begin with.”

When he said so, the other two glasses nodded in agreement.

Same... I know your feelings quite well… I was thinking about saying that, but no! I
couldn’t let myself retreat and surrender now.

That Zaimokuza, who had even worse communication ability than I did, somehow
managed to asked for help from those who used to make fun of him. Look at how much
sacrifice he made for me! So I couldn’t just destroy this thinny connection that he made
for my sake. To repay for his precious sacrifice, I needed to somehow convince those two
to hop on… Otherwise, I would feel really sorry for Zaimokuza after his death - as a ghost
he would probably cry regrettably for all the sacrifice he made for today. At the very
least, I want him to rest in peace then.

Now it’s the time for me to get serious for real. I made up my mind to persuade them
patiently and wholeheartedly.

I seized everyone’s attention with a couple coughs. I began my sentence in heavy

sounding voice as if I was trying to cover up the secrets that I was about to say,

“... None of my following words shall leave this room - we were actually asked to practice
‘self-restraint’ with regard to the prom event.”

Suddenly, upon hearing unexpected information, the glasses all went silence
immediately. I had no idea why Zaimokuza was also silent. Hey, didn’t I tell you about
this yesterday already?

Well, whatever. Let me get everyone’s hype further up by going into more detailed
explanations.

“On the other hand, it’s ‘self-restraint’ after all, which means, it’s possible for us to force
the prom to take place anyways… Actually that’s almost definitely going to be the case. If
that happens, it will probably end up being an in-house preprom like what happened
before.

“Wait, no. What if I just simply refuse to attend?”

I nodded my head in response to the counterargument raised by Sagami, or Hatano

whatever, showing my great sympathy. I raised my hand, suggesting.

“Just be patient and hear me first. Think about it for a second. If you didn’t show up at the
prom, then you probably wouldn’t have the courage to show up at the Coming of Age
ceremonies or any alumni reunion events later in your life.”[18]

Think about the alumni reunions at the age of 30. Those who didn’t attend the Coming of
Age ceremonies together with classmates or didn’t attend the alumni reunions right after
graduation have a zero percent of chance to show up at alumni reunions at later ages -
verified by my own research. For those who are courageous enough to attend it, you’ll
see half of the attendees already got married, and you’ll even notice some of their kids
are already attending elementary schools. That hurts one’s feelings -verified by my dad’s
research. The attending fee would probably be around 5000 Yen. Looks like the
accountant would be happy at ease if he/she receives Higuchi Ichiyou bills rather than
bills with other face values - Teenagers Vying for Tops.[19]

However, the reaction from the Game Club did not change after they heard my words.

“Ehh, I still think it’s okay not to attend anyways...”

“I felt like the past me probably thought in that way at one point…”

Expecting the reply, I immediately said so and cast my eyes afar.

“Just think about it and imagine…”

And then I started storytelling like John Lennon.

“It’s the morning of Come to Age Day. Few days ago, you just went out shopping with
your dad like you hadn’t done so in a few years. You are wearing a new suit that you
bought with your dad for job hunting and interviews.

“He just started talking suddenly out of the blue….”

Next to me Yuigahama sighed with amazement. I tried to stop her with my hand gesture
and continued anyway. I did a little trick of touching my collar and add some emotions
into my words.

“And then, expecting that you are going to drink with everyone, you mom hands you a
10000 yen bill. Both your parents are so proud of your maturity and wet in their eyes
while not bothering to see you off by walking you to the doorstep....”

I narrated so vehemently and waved my hands while wearing a mom smile. Seeing this,
Zaimokuza and the Game Club two all showed their sickening faces.

“Ah, that’s so tough…”

That’s the Zaimokuza in his puberty! A bad guy who made a woman - his mom though -
cry was confessing his sin and keeping his head down silently. Perhaps both Sagami and
Hatano both were thinking about their parents. They both had their mouths shut.

Now it’s the time for the final attack to take place - I pour in more passions into my
words.

“You then spend the next hour like this - you hold that 10000 yen bill delightfully, go to
the game arcade center, used up almost all that money, eat an extra-extra large ice cream
at a Happy Club, and if your stomach feels too cold you then swallow a lot of miso soup to
make it feel warmer. In the middle of the night when your house is supposed to have the
light out, your mom doesn’t bother to wake up to welcome you back. She asks if you had
a good time and you reply to her mumbling like ‘eh, it was okay.’ She then weeps and
gently wiped her eyes, saying ‘...Ah, Yoshiteru is already a grown man.’”

“Me!? It was me!? You were talking about me!?”

“Sworder-san, tough for you…”

Sagami and Hatano both tapped Zaimokuza’s shoulder to comfort him.

I peeked at them without directly looking at them, and said the following vehemently,

“Therefore, we shall learn in order to avoid ending up like him - learn the wisdom to get
things done. I’d say the prom is the perfect learning opportunity to train us.

As I finished talking, the guys all sighed deeply. I wore a smile on my face and continued,

“Nevertheless, we cannot make the prom too fired up and hyped as much as we want it
to be. It’s too hard to do so. Therefore, we need to stay low and serious… and put up a
carefully-crafted prom that’s positioned at a sweet-spot to earn more experience.”

As I finished talking again, the three glasses glanced at each other and began their glasses
meeting again.

“This guys sounded like he has as point.”, “When he brought up the parents it made me
feel rough too…”, “He seemed that he did it pretty well.”, “Right, that’s what irritated me
the most! He certainly didn’t look like that kind of person…”, “Hey, Sworder-san your face
is too close. You are choking me”, “This distance is unacceptable as an image.”, “So, what
shall we do then?”, “Hmm let me think…”

Yuigahama looked at their secret conversation apathetically. She looked really tired from
her face - sorry about all this…

Short after, the Glasses Summit was about to reach its conclusion. The three pondered
for a while. Considering their immediate rejection before, my persuasion certainly
worked.

“Not really a way to say thank you, but starting from next year, I will collect your
suggestion and feedback and promise to you that a prom that’s acceptable to you guys
will be held. I will try my best to realize my promise. So, please lend me your hands.”

I just did a final push and brought up a benefit that’s not really a benefit to be honest. To
make them ‘feel’ the merit from it, I bowed my head down.

After a moment of silence, someone spoke up politely.

“Hmm, is that okay? … Isn’t next year the time when you all graduate?”

“Ah, well. To be more accurate I meant starting from the next next prom.”

As I raised my head, I saw one of the Game Club member who looked like Sagami from
the shape of his classes. He put up a sulky face, sighed briefly and said,

“... In that case, I’ll offer my help”

“Wait, wait, seriously?”

In reaction to Sagami’s words, both Zaimokuza and Hatano resounded together. And
then Sagami put up a bitter yet determined face and exclaimed,

“I wanted to first defeat and get rid of the shame that resides in my own family.”

“Eh?”

I leaned my head after hearing his little bit unexpected reasonings to ask for further
elaborations. Sagami then starting explaining in a voice as if it was holding a grudge.

“My sister is that type of person who will certainly come in and intervene with the event.
So it might end up like that anyways next year. In that case, I’d like to intervene in
advance and prevent her from getting the opportunity.”

“Hmmm….”

While I was listening to him, I looked at Sagami’s face carefully and noticed… They really
looked alike indeed. Yuigahama next to me also exclaimed quietly with a little ‘ahh..’.

“Ah, Sagami, you are THAT person’s younger brother, right…”

The moment I said so Sagami’s face turned twisted, showing a very disgusting
expression. Ah that face made them look so similar… Um, well, with her being the sister
he is definitely living a tough life. Um um, I understand.

“Shame within the family… I can sympathize with you. Next year my sister is also
attending this high school. I cannot withstand the shame when I think of the moment
when my sister sees a pathetic me at school and starts feeling shameful and
embarrassed. Just imagining whether my kind, adorable sister would get hurt in her
heart makes me feel extra painful.

“Is that the case you are referring to…”

As I explained with my eyes wet, Yuigahama lowered her shoulders with a little surprise
on her face. Well, don’t worry about Komachi. Back in middle school, we both acted like
we were complete strangers at school, even though we had the same ahoge.

Speaking of which, Sagami Minami helped my argument in an unexpected way. My

gratitude expressed - thank you for everything from the time we met.

And, the other glasses… Hatano, who was finally able to be identified. I looked at him as
he took of his glasses and cleaned up the lenses.

“To be honest I don’t really care… But yeah, when I graduate, I don’t want to be looked
and thought as inferior to others and being sympathized by someone who
misunderstands me and looks down on me. Thinking about this irritates me. So count me
in!”

“Really!?”

I almost reacted in ecstasy. Yet Hatana slimmed his eyes and stared at me.

“However, can you really put up a prom that all of us can accept?”

Speaking of which this Hatano, looking at his way of speaking and his eye contacts, they
all looked kind of rottened and thus very good-looking to me! A little bit impressed by
this guy, I then tried to act like a senpai and said.

“Ah, that’s not a problem. There is no way that there are enough personnel arranging the
prom. So next year you guys can create and arrange another prom plan together
yourselves. DIY it! To put it in practice, I shall dogeza in front of Isshiki and lick her shoes
if necessary.”[20]

“Dogeza… that’s even surprising to me.”

“Licking her shoes is the more disgusting part, okay! Speaking so, I don’t think you need
to go that far get Iroha-chan listen to your request.”

Saying so with full confidence, Zaimokuza was caught in surprise. On the other hand,
Yuigahama seemed already used to it. Being disappointed at first but soon calmly
returned to normal conversations. Nevertheless, both Hatano and Sagami still looked at
me in disgust… As I was thinking so, both of them redirected their focus to something
else…

“Isshiki…”

“Iroha…”

Murmured one after another, both of them looked at each other, and then turned their
face to me at once.

“Are you referring to THAT Isshiki Iroha?”

“There shouldn't be a second one, right… Maybe, I don’t know.”

The Isshiki Iroha that I know of, is the President of the Student Council, the manager of
the Soccer Club, the No.1 naughtily cute underclass kouhai. I do not believe there is a
second Isshiki Iroha in our school.

“The worst… The worst woman ever...”

“Isn’t she the asshole bitch that owns the night pool annual pass… having a boyfriend
who’s also the CEO of an IT company, only thinking about looking good on Instagram,
indulged in luxurious cosmetics brand and a party girl?”

Hatano grabbed to to his head with both hands and Sagami fixed his stare at me without
moving his eyes. Huh, what kind of image did you leave among your classmates, Ms.
Irohasu. I have to acknowledge it. Even Yuigahama showed a bitter smile on her face.
Nevertheless, to defend an underclassman’s fame as an upperclassman, I I have to
correct them now.

“Well, the image is almost correct but all the rumors are fake news. Her personality is
indeed kind of like *that* but she is in fact a good person.”

However, my explanation didn’t seem convincing to Sagami and Hatano, who shook their
bodies simultaneously.

“But she looked at us as if we are trash.”

“No. She didn’t even bother to look, as if we never existed…”

“It was so scary.... Little ghost, there’s little ghost here…”[21]

For some reason even Zaimokuza began trembling as well, mumbling something
unconsciously. That’s incorrect guys, it’s actually called ‘little demon’.

“... in that case, you guys *have* no choice but doing it now. Maybe you don’t know it yet
but...”

I shook my shoulders as I told them. Yuigahama nodded at me, signaling me to continue

with a gentle smile. Therefore, I also decided to put up a smile over one side of my lips,
raise my voice up, and properly tell them the good side of Isshiki Iroha.

Hence, I prayed that people’s misunderstandings about her will eventually got cleared
up, even just by a little bit.
“.... that scum and hopeless part of her eventually becomes part of her habits, and
contrastingly it’s kind of cute of her that way.”

Then, all three Glasses Club members mumbled respectively “his levels are high”, “makes
sense”, “understandable”, which are all compliments. Let’s all stand up and high five for
being comrades who reached the door to the truth of the new world. The atmosphere
turned into tfw ‘I wish you happiness and cheers to celebrate our tight bondings’.

Yet suddenly I sensed a slight chill running down my back.

“Hikki-, you looked so sweet and lenient towards Iroha-chan...”

“Eh?”

My ahoge radar was already beeping in response, but I was too scared to look aside.
 5-3
After going through some difficulties, I successfully looted the two from the Game Club
aboard.

I had no idea how high I should set my expectations for those two but I cherished the
free labor that I managed to obtain in hand. Regardless of whether they are capable or
incapable of doing things, as long as I make them work their ass off, my attack power will
for sure raise to a considerably high level.

Now here came the real problem.

First we had to create the proposal, and then reach the step where we can argue with it.

So now, bearing in mind that we needed to go against Yukinoshita’s proposal, we finally

began to conceive our own proposal.

“Ok. Let’s begin our proposal meetinggggg...Hmm, the idea is that, we need to create a
proposal that’s more prominent and flashy than the previous prom proposal.

The air froze immediately and nobody followed me up, only Yuigahama’s aimless
handclaps resonated in the room, but it soon disappeared.

I did not put in too much concrete thoughts into my words, but merely trying to grope
for a way in the dark fog. After all, nobody here other than Yuigahama is actually
interested in the prom proposal.

“First of all, is there anyone here wanting to do anything?”

I bet no too… Hence I asked and the answer was zero as I expected. As I was thinking so,
Yuigahama raised her hand high up.

“Here! Here! Here!”

“...Yes, Yugahama-san!”

“Stalls, I hope there are those!”

“Okay, I see”

No objection and denial. I wrote down the suggestions on the whiteboard. ‘Do you know
that there’s a thing called brainstorming…’ Tamanawa spoke to me in my imagination.

“Anything else…?”
“Yes! Yes!”

Of course, following my question, Yuigahama raised her hand immediately.

“...... Alright, Yuigahama-san”

“Fireworks! I like both seeing and playing with them.”

“That’s a pass!”

Having agreement and sympathy in mind, I carefully recorded this precious suggestion
on the whiteboard. “Preach it!” Orimoto shouted out in my imagination.

“And then…?”

“Yes!”

“................Yuigahama.”

“Like putting up a campfire or something that creates memories!”

“.... are you briefing to us your summer vacation memories? Well whatever, it’s okay.”

I kept writing stuff on the whiteboard anyways, seeing it almost turning into an
elementary school kid’s illustrated diary.

As I cast my ‘wet’ eyes to Yuigahama, she played with her hair bun and dodged her eyes
away from me, finding and mumbling various excuses.

“... But, as long as I think about fun and enjoyable things they just came up in my mind
irresistibly.”

When I saw her getting shy with a flush on her cheeks, I became a little bit embarrassed
too. Doing so, all other guys turned their faces to me as if they were about to spit out
sugar from their mouths. I can’t bear this.

I cough out loud to seize their attention, and continued our discussion.

“Now Hatano. You seem to have another suggestion.”

“Nope. To begin with I don’t even want the prom to happen… also, what the hell are you
trying to show me?”

Hatano muttered while biting his tongue. Hey I can’t hear you bro! Speak out loud with
your stomach!
“Sagami the Younger Brother, in other words, something that your sister would like and
enjoy.”

“I do not want to think about that.”

After hearing the words that he didn’t want to hear, Sagami Jr. immediately shut his
mouth up with his head dangling. Yes, little by little it got easier for me to distinguish the
two - the one with a terrible attitude is Hatano; and the one that’s poor with his sister is
Sagami.

Let me see what’s left… As I turned my eyes, Zaimokuza stroke a serious pose and said
heavily.

“Cosplay.... Is good to go, right?”

“Ah, like a Halloween Cosplay? Sounds sweet!”

“Phmff...”

In reaction to the delightful Yuigahama, Zaimokuza put up a bitter and sorrowful smile.
Yep, I bet the impression of cosplay is quite different in Zaimokuza’s mind vs in
Yuigahama’s mind. Well, it was not a terribly unreasonable suggestion. I noted it on the
whiteboard anyways.

However, as I scanned through all the items on the board, I felt like something was a bit
off.

“We are probably still missing something...”

In addition to the suggestions coming from Yuigahama, I also added a couple more ideas
from my Hachiman Memo, including “Singing songs”, “Perform a play”, “Make an
address”. Still I reckoned something was missing, but importantly ‘can we still call it a
prom?’ questions like this came out in my mind.

While I leaned my head a little bit, Sagami and Hatano’s cold giggles stroked my ears.

“It’s meaningless to just recklessly fight against the old prom proposal.”

“Knowing that nobody would do this, we need to first think about why nobody does it.”

“Your remarks are too pertinent…”

Ah come to think of it. These guys were the mean and annoying otaku people. I could
sense it vaguely so I wasn’t able to raise any counter-arguments against them. Grrr… was
the only voice I can make.
I flipped the whiteboard to the blank side, just a way to switch our mood. I then crossed
my arms to try to come up with more ideas…

“Hey, Hikki-”

As I turned around, Yuigahama raised her hand timidly.

“Yes, Yuigahama-san.”

“To put it more blatantly, we all don’t even really know about proms that much. I don’t
think we can come up with something more amazing than the Yukinoshita team.”

“...ah, you are right.”

“So, why not make the scale of the event even bigger? Not just within our school but also
reaching out to other HS”

Yuigahama raised her arms to embrace the air above her, moving her hands accordingly.

“... I see, I see.”

Both Yuigahama and I know the upper bound of our mobilization within our school. We
know the capacity. Knowing this, it’s very hard to conceive and create a prom proposal
that falls under the capacity of high schoolers. Both knowledge and common sense are
annoying - once internalized them, we ended up getting trapped by them. For these
reason, we ended up drawing ideas that fall on the extension lines of things such as
school festival, Christmas, Halloween and summer break. Moreover, the Yukinoshita
team already filled in more concrete plans on top of the old prom proposal. If we try to
even surpass them, it would definitely turn out to be an amalgamation of ridiculous
ideas.

“... changing our way of thinking and try another perspective...”

Getting fussed, disoriented, and troubled, it’s about time to go back to the starting line.

In our case, we should return our focus to why we wanted to create this new dummy
proposal - one of the reasons being to go against Yukinoshita, but that’s not our end goal.

Our goal is to actualize the prom, and before that we need to eliminate all the barriers
that block it.

That is to say, the foes that we need to turn against are the parents.

Hence I wrote down “Anti-parents” on the whiteboard, and tapped it with the back of my
fingers.
“This is it. How do we make some of the parents notice our dummy plan, then try to
terminate it, and then hopefully yield to the alternative plan? We need to think about
this.”

Therefore, we should keep the core of our proposal untouched and unchanged, and then
shift to easy ways to upscale the prom by its looking. And then the easiest way to upscale
the prom is to bring up the headcount of participation. Yuigahama’s suggestion to bring
in the other school would be such a great move.

I kept pondering for a while, and then quickly wrote down “Chiba-Kaihin Area
Elementary-Middle-High School Joint Prom Event” on the whiteboard. Zaimokuza tilted
his head in ‘umu-umu’ agreement.

“Are we even able to do such a thing?”

“We are not.”

“Ehhh…”

Hearing my immediate response, Zaimokuza voiced in confusion. I waved my finger and

laughed with a ‘hmph hmph’.

“It doesn’t matter if we can actually do it. The thing that matters is to convince others
that we are going to do it.”

We cannot make our proposal look like a ridiculous joke. It’s important that it needs to
tie into reality.

Theremore, we need to blend in some flavors of reality, or reality-like facts to our

proposal.

“For now, let’s just put up some ‘Notices’ around other schools nearby. Make it a concrete
fact that already happened, and then we naturally guide the parents to put up their guard
against it.”

It doesn’t matter if the plan gets realized. In the form of distributing ‘Notices’ or
‘Confirmation of Actions’, we can use them as evidence and then fabricate the hype. It’s
the same thing as PRs for those TV animation projects. Bringing up the news doesn’t
necessary imply that the project will be actualized. There are TV anime series that were
announced but never actually produced or aired! The anime industry is indeed just like a
slaughterhouse[22].

“I will let Komachi know at one point, as for other schools…”

I was waiting for follow-ups, and well, nobody wanted to help me out clearly… As I
crossed my arms in annoyance, Yuigahama waved her hands openly and made another
suggestion.

“What about Kaihin-Sougou HS? Remember we had joint events with them before, which
might make them easier to talk to.”

“To properly set up the dialogue might still be difficult. However, it certainly feels more
real with some past experience together…”

On one hand, it’s very difficult to establish a constructive conversation with Tamanawa,
the President of their Student Council, and that’s not even mentioning moving forward.
On the other hand, we are not aiming at actually making the joint prom happen. To make
a pose of planning to do so, we just need to show that we indeed carried out
conversations with them. Having these in mind, in a way Tamanawa from Kaihin-Sougou
is the *best* candidate of all. After all, he was famous for holding conference without any
concrete content but just embellishments and decorations from the outside.

“... what about other schools? For example, the middle schools that each of you graduated
from… Try talking to them as well?”

“Err… I don’t want to do it.”

Sagami said so clearly without any incentives or motivations, whereas Hatano blatantly
put up an unwilling face and as for Zaimokuza…, he just faked that he didn’t hear what I
said at all. Ok, I feel you allll. So, I won’t force you guys anymore.

“It won’t be necessary. It’s okay if it’s only just Kaihin-Sougou HS hopping aboard with
us. We will only need to lend the names from other schools.”

“He’s talking about borrowing names from others again…”

Yuigahama’s eyes turned a little sharper. Taking her hint, I put up a bitter smile and
changed my phrasing.

“Sorry for my bad phrasing. Let’s put up a list of candidate schools that we want to
negotiate with. If we keep that list, we could end up negotiating with these schools
eventually. We want others to mistakenly think that we are actually carrying out the
negotiations.”

The aim of our dummy prom plan is to fish parents’ into treating it as a big problem, and
thus creating another chance for the legitimacy of the prom to be questioned. At that
time, our Team Stalking Horse (Team Dummy Plan) would leave the parents with an
impression of being uncontrollable, which would naturally lead the parents into
pessimistically supporting the controllable Yukinoshita’s plan.
As I was talking, Sagami’s face became more serious.

“When you mentioned disseminating the information to attract their attention.... of

course it’s going to be over the Internet right?”

“Indeed. By a simple cost benefit analysis, I reckon it’s the best plan.”

In fact, the inception of those protests against the prom took place on those SNS as well.
Conversely, it’s not hard to conclude that they also secretly check things online. With
regard to the dummy prom plan, we do not need to waste our energy spreading the news
to all students. We only need to leak the news to those few lousy parents. In this sense,
our labor cost of promotion is actually a lot less than those of Yukinoshita’s team, except
that we have to carefully craft our plans to intentionally pick the best timing and way to
leak it to the parents. In any case, this is something that we need to think about at a much
later stage.

For now, we need to discuss the basic stuff in more detail.

“First of all, we need to create an official SNS account and an official website for our prom
plan… and then, I guess we need to decide on an org name for us…”

As I spoke, I wrote down “Seeking for Names ” on the whiteboard.

‘Why the heart mark…’ Yuigahama and the Game Club guys murmured among
themselves. Eh, somehow I wanted to have it there… Only Zaimokuza didn’t seem to care
about it too much, but only rubbed his chin and leaned his head aside.

“Alright, I guess make it sound like an Anime Production Committee?”[23]

“Yeah, something like that, since we cannot just borrow names from the Student
Council… Let’s consider names that sound effective and promising, or we could just
parasitize by relying on a signboard that seemingly belongs to the Student Council.”

The most effective way to acquire a sense of practicality from people is to obtain a signed
approval from trusting organizations. Given that we cannot act in the name of Student
Council, we need a similarly strong alternative - a promising organization to become our
secretary or our sponsor team.

“If the Student Council doesn’t work… ah, then how about the Club President
Association?”

Yuigahama clapped her hands suddenly as she said so. Hatano cast his eyes at her in
surprise.

“Sorry, but what permissions and authority does CPA have?”

“Huh? No, I have no idea… But it certainly sounds like a *big* name.”

“... sure.”

Yuigahama put up a blank look and said so innocently. Hatano twitched his mouth yet
couldn’t argue anything against her, and eventually backed off. Amazed by this situation I
told myself ‘that’s just like Yuigahama’, I wrapped up my thoughts.

“CPA currently is dissatisfied with the status quo of the prom. Therefore, CPA is
considering holding an Oikon[24] jointly among all the school clubs… If it turns out to be a
large scale event, it would probably end up being something similar to a prom.

“Heh-, that’s what you’ve been thinking. I see.”

While reaching out to the snacks, Yuigahama said so as if being impressed. However, I
replied dispassionately.

“Nah, I actually don’t have any idea.”

“Huh?”

Yuigahama opened her mouth wide, as if saying ‘no idea, I don’t understand you’. Setting
that aside, it seems that someone did understand me.

“Ah, is this the so-called reality? This guy really tells too many lies…”

“Well, his words makes sense so it’s possible to be the motivation.”

Hatano and Sagami are halfly galled and halfly speechless. ‘This guy is a retard’, ‘His
ethics are weird and twisted’ - both of them mumbled quietly to each other. Zaimokuza
sitting aside also nodded and said “agreed”.

“It’s essentially all about how we are going to make sense of it to increase our credibility,
especially when others view us from outside. As for the CPA guys, I will find a way to talk
to them so that’s not a problem.”

CPA is an organization aimed at facilitating assistance between the school clubs and
regularing them… I’m actually not that sure, but just by looking at its name that’s the
impression I was given. It’d be great if we can have the CPA lead the prom and thus add
more reality into our narratives.

I filled the whiteboard with more lies. I shall work at my best in order to wrap things up
zoi! So I encouraged myself.[25]

“Alright, it all looks good to go. Who is the leader of CPA?”

I turned my head to them as I asked. Yuigahama immediately gave me the answer.

“It’s Hatayo-kun.”

“...... I see…… I will try to talk to him tomorrow.”

That fell halfly within my expectation but halfly beyond… Speaking of which, I felt like
I’ve heard something relevant before. Nevertheless the fact that I had to negotiate with
Hayama makes me turn chicken. Ah, Hayama… Why is there not a coup d’etat that
replaces him with Totsuka…

“Sorry… The concept of the proposal looks clear to me, but the actual content of it is still
hand-wavy. How could we bring it up to other people like this?”

The atmosphere is still heavy yet Hatano chased and stroke me anyways. Life is tough.
Nevertheless, I will do what needs to be done for now.

“As for the content, well, I will come up with something that’s good-looking. For now,
could you please set up the official account on the SNS? Get something dope.”

“Okay, you can count on me. I will copy paste some low-quality content from Twitter and
Instagram soooo haaard.”

Zaimokuza responded immediately while saying that prolonged ‘soooo hard’

vehemently. Looking at Zaimokuza, Hatano seemed quite gloomy.

“Wow, this guys quickly picked the easy job.”

“Well, it’s fine… Give me some time to do the research.”

After that, Sagami started playing around with his tablet and began his conversation with
Hatano.

“... we need to create some HTML?”, “How about using a builder to create a template
first?”, “Let’s find an open-source program first”, “Then what about the domain and the
server?”, “No idea. Let me Google first.”

Crap. These guys were more capable than I thought… especially that the first reaction is
to Google it whenever there’s anything that they didn’t understand. Very excellent with
their raised awareness of being worthy otakus. Hatano’s intentions are not bad, and
Sagami, unlike his sister, is a pretty serious person. The other guy, what a bad example
though, as I sighed deeply. Well, I’m not suggesting Zaimokuza is useless at all. He
worked so hard for my sake so I really should express my gratitude to him. I looked at
Zaimokuza quietly and thought so.

“Ah, by the way, Zaimokuza, do you have a DSLR camera?”

“Yep, I bought it because I’d look cool with it.”

I can feel him… Thinking it’d be cool to have photograph as one’s hobby, you yearned for
it so much that you eventually bought it. However, after that, you ended up not using it at
all, but instead your smartphone camera to take photos.

“Could you bring it over tomorrow? To create materials for our website, I’d be great if
have a professional camera.”

“Alright. Also along with the camera I bought introductions to photography tutorials. I
can bring them too and we can read these still brand new books.”

I can feel that again… these how-to’s. You buy them but never actually read or consume
them.

Well, if we are going to use them for photography, we can skim through it as long as they
can serve as good references. I thought so as I tapped Zaimokuza’s shoulder.

Three of them were all assigned their job. I was thinking about myself while Yuigahama
suddenly tapped my shoulder.

“What about me?”

“You are… the art director!”

“Sounds so cool!”

Looking at her happy face, I also broke out my smile.

“Yep, with your perfect sense of art please supervise our website and give it a shining,
exciting and mindless design.

“Your way of speaking!”

Yuigahama shouted vehemently, and her anger lasted a while before it was dissolved.
She then leaned her head and asked.

“What about you, Hikki-?”

“I will lay down the basis for the proposal and the design. For now, I need to do some
research and write the proposals for our discussions later.”

As I was saying so, I promptly packed up my belongings. The Game Club room is an
acceptable place to work, but since there’s no available computer for me, it’d be hard for
me to do any research.
As soon as I stood up, Yuigahama also packed her stuff and got prepared to head out.
Why is she prepared to go back? I cast my questioning eyes to her. Yuigahama carried
her backpack in her back, smiled proudly and said.

“When it comes to connecting dots between the proposal and the design, you need help
from the art director right?”

“... you are right.”

I relaxed my face and nodded. Then I looked around the club room. Zaimokuza was fired
up collecting information from the SNS. Sagami and Hatano loudly argued their approach
to creating the website. Okay, it looked like I can rely on them.

“... so I’m counting on you all next.”

“Good work! See you tomorrow!”

Somehow we felt sorry for leaving the room early, so we said farewell to them quietly.
Both Yuigahama and I then left the club room.

After we entered the corridor, Yuigahama, who walked next me, asked me.

“Where shall we work?”

“Wherever there’s equipment fit for our work… Let’s say, an Internet cafe?”

“Can we watch DVD there?”

“Yep. We can borrow the blu-ray player and then we can watch the recordings. By the
way there’s also unlimited supply of ice cream.”

“I see. Then let’s go there!”

Yuigahama then picked up her pace immediately. To avoid being left behind, I also
fastened my pace.
 5-4
We left the school and first stopped by the video rental shop. While I was lingering in
between the anime shelves, Yuigahama quickly rented the recordings she wanted. We
then headed over to the Internet cafe. I would say the entire process was quite smooth so
far.

Yet soon after that, I got stumbled at somewhere unexpected.

"How are we going to pick the seatings?"

"Eh, well... let me see..."

At the reception desk of the cafe, we repeated the dialogue above for about three times.
The clerk there only smiled at us, but after the second repetition his smile froze instantly.

"I need to work on a computer so I guess a reclining chair is preferred..."

I pointed at the Room Guide and gently expressed my concerns. Yuigahama agreed with
me.

"Right, but if we want to write the proposal and create the design there, wouldn't it be
better if we can watch the movie at the same time?"

Yuigahama pointed at a photo of a double-chair room, in which besides a computer,

there was also a TV set. It indeed seems more convenient to be able to watch the movie
while simultaneously do the work.

"However, it'll be tough if the computer doesn't have Microsoft Office installed."

Word processing software is indispensable for writing articles. I’m not saying a simple
text editor doesn't do the job, but when it comes to writing proposals, software such as
Word or PowerPoint certainly makes things easier. As I explained it to Yuigahama, she
seemed a little bit discouraged.

"I see..."

She breathed out in relief. The nice clerk, who hadn't complained a single word at our
exchange of conversations but merely watched over us, finally interrupted us with a
smile.

"We do have a double-chair room with a computer that has Microsoft Office
preinstalled."
What a god-like interruption! Yuigahama quickly put up a happy face and thanked the
clerk.

"Oh that's great! Thank you so much! ... He said we can have all!"

What now then? She asked me. Well, checkmate. I lost the game.

"So, please get us the double-chair room..."

I pointed at the double-chair room photo with my trembling finger.

The clerk gave us a warm smile that even surpassed the temperature of the air-
conditioned room. He quickly processed our request, and then walked us to the room.
His eyes were so gentle and it even made me feel embarrassed and started scratching
myself under my sweated coat.

It's not like I hate the double-chair room. It makes me feel embarrassed, or should I say
the confined space makes me feel very uneasy to act or do anything. It's just very
troubling for me.

The booth turned out to be only 2 Jo (40 sq ft or 3.6m^2). I was holding a glass of
beverage I took from the drink bar, so it took me some effort to get myself seated.

"Just in case, I actually did some research about the prom beforehand."

Yuigahama got seated before I did and promptly started to prepare to play the DVDs she
borrowed. She pressed the play button on the remote control. I tried to move to one side
of the chair, booted up the computer and started working. While writing down the
outline of my proposal, I peeked at the screen and momoed down anything that seize my
attention or seem to be usable for the prom.

When the movie was about to enter the prom scene, Yuigahama tapped my shoulder to
let me know.

"I don't think we have this kind of building in our school. It seems to a dance hall, I think?
Ah, but the one we just saw took place outdoor."

"We didn't decide on a place yet. Since the prom will be jointly held by multiple schools,
it might seem more realistic on the proposal to decide on a place that doesn't belong any
of the participating schools."

I wrote down my thoughts on the memo as I spoke. Yuigahama seemed quite impressed
and nodded a couple times.

"I see... So for example, like Destinyland?"[26]

"That's not financially feasible."

"I know... Just wanted to say it."

Yuigahama pouted her lips unhappily and turned away from me. She took a sip from the
cocoa that she was holding. Her reaction was so heartwarming to me, that I stopped
typing on the keyboard and couldn't hold but break my smiles.

"Well, at least it does look very Chiba-like."

"Although rest of the world probably thinks it's just very Tokyo-like."

"It is from Chiba!"[27]

"How stubborn!"

Yuigahama covered her smile and exclaimed to my words.

As is expected from the place, our quieter-than-usual conversation came to sound like
pillow talks, regardless our topics of discussion. A dark room that got separated from the
outside world. Perhaps for this reason, we were able to see each other's appearances
slightly more clearly than usual.

Yuigahama tightly hugged a rolled-up blanket, instead of a cushion, along with her knees
in front of her.

"Hmmm then, what about Crescent Moon King Palace Hotel?"[28]

"That's so Chiba-like! But not quite prom-like."

"That's not true. I used to have a family trip there."

As soon as she finished speaking she grabbed her smartphone and started looking for the
photos. After she scrolling down the screen a couple times with her finger she seemed to
find it. She then straightened her waist and slanted towards me.

"See!"

Shown to me was Yuigahama's selfie. In the photo, Yuigahama was wearing a T-shirt and
at the top was her face along with a peace gesture (V sign) in front of it. Behind her was a
swimming pool at night filled with laser and neon lights in the background.
Unfortunately not fully captured in the photo, there was also Yuigahama's mom in
swimming suit resting relaxedly on a beach chair. Gahamom, so young... Genes are
formidable.[29]
Ah, well, this is not the important thing. The pool is. My point being, the swimming pool
really seized attentions for its excessively gorgeous and luxurious decorations
surrounding it, even more so than a live concert hall. I looked at the pool in the
background again.

"What's up that pool? So lewd... Is it the so-called nightpool? Totally party mood..."

"Not... not lewd at at all!"

Yuigahama's face quickly turned red. She started hitting my feet with her rolled-up
blanket. She then rapidly flipped over her smartphone screen and showed me the official
website of the hotel - hey look, am I right?

Judging from the front page of the official website, the hotel did look quite wholesome,
giving me an impression of beauty and gorgeousness.

"Well at least it seems more financially feasible than the previous one... By the way, is it
open outside summer?"

"Yep, seems like it does."

Yuigahama nodded and showed me the smartphone screen. I peeked at the screen briefly
and saw '365 days all year round' and stuff... How terrific is King Palace Castle! Makes me
really want to go now...

"But just one thing, it's kind of far away from here... I'd like to take the photographs
somewhere closer."

As I thought so, I opened my unfinished proposal folder. Speaking of the website design, I
really wanted an impactful and impressive image as its background, but unfortunately it
seemed that it might take a while to decide on the location and other stuff at this point.
So let's set it aside for now.

Yuigahama was also thinking about it. Her voice, however, was mixed with yawns.

"Hmmm, photos... Uhhah, what about by the ocean?"

"Ocean? Where?"

"The one that's close to our school?"

"That's just the Tokyo Bay though..."

It's not even Chiba Bay sadly... Resort land or factory night scene might even be good but
just a normal beach in winter doesn't look photogenic at all.
However, Yuigahama didn't seem to agree with me. She used her shoulder to push over
my shoulder as if she was little angry at me. She then began explaining slowly.

"It's a good choice in my opinion. Or perhaps I should say it's *that* ocean that makes it a
great choice. We can even see it from our school, right?"

"Ah, yeah."

"And then, that scene when it's evening, like usual, the sun sets over the sea... Every time
I see it, I always marvel at its beauty, and cherish the fun I have for the day."

She closed her eyes and whispered as if she was dreaming it.

She didn't mention when or where, but despite so, I was quite certain that she was
referring to *that* sunset *there*.

Right before the sun disappears at the horizon of the ocean, just for a brief moment,
*that* room was filled with sunshine.

Having been seen countless times, it’s definitely not anything special - it’s only an
ubiquitous sunset scenery.

I took it for granted, so much, that I forgot what conversations I had, what books I read,
but were able to vaguely delineate and casually consume *that* sunset.

"That is..."

The sentence was cut off, and then resumed. The weight on my shoulders had become
more concrete and realistic.

"I was thinking… if only days like these can go on forever..."

She said so with such a gentle voice that almost disappeared immediately. I waited until
her words completely dissolved in the air, and then nodded my head.

"...yeah, right..."

Perhaps because it was too long of a pause to call it a conversation, she did not respond
to me. Instead, only 'suu, suu' peaceful breathing could be heard. My shoulder could feel
the soft weight on it.

The movie already reached its climax.

 Perhaps it wouldn't be long before the closing credits started rolling. Even if I wanted to
skip back, I wouldn't know where to skip to, since I only watched half of the movie and
gave up.

Should I let the movie play and keep watching it until it ends?

Or, should I skip back to the very beginning and start it over?

Or even, should I keep what I've been doing - keep pretending that I'm not watching?

I had no time to worry about it, as the closing credits already started rolling.
 Interlude 4

I pretend that I’m sleeping.

I hope the movie never ends, just as it is playing right now.

I’d be better if the end of the movie never comes.

I can clearly feel the body temperature on my face. It is a lot higher than I thought. I try to
be mindful, not moving my body by even a single inch. The slightly hardened and
straightened shoulder is bigger than I thought.

He moves only his other hand, with his fingers hitting the keyboard quietly. Sometimes
after a while, I can hear that he briefly halts his work and makes a barely audible sigh.

He quietly brings up the blanket that only covered my knees, but then he suddenly stops
as I feel a little itchy and make a sound. I try to cover that sound with my sleeping breath.
He then pulls up another blanket of his own and covers my body all the way up to my
shoulder.

The movie is about to end.

The lengthy credit keeps rolling and rolling in the end. That way, I have to keep
pretending that I’m sleeping. Yet again, I’m making another lie.

I came all the way, until this moment, pretending that I didn’t see anything, pretending
that I didn’t know anything, pretending that I didn’t understand anything.

Nevertheless, I actually know and have noticed everything - that doing things like this,
that the conclusion has already been drawn, that the ending is already settled.

However, this is the only thing I can do. This is the only way that I can think of.

So that we can be together, owning the time that we spend together, cherishing the place
that all three of us can stay. I believe I have tried to do everything that I can to make this
happen.

I know it - that I’m cunning, that I’m making excuses, that I’m lying. I know all that.

But still, please let our time together go on, even if it’s really just a little longer.
I will make sure it ends properly.

I won’t make any other wishes, even if needed.

I will stop the tears that are about to pour out whenever, even if I don’t know exactly
when they’d come out.

So please. Please give me a place to cry - a place where nobody can see.

So please. Please make the lies that I always tell to myself somehow become real.

So please. Please let her and me somehow end our relationship properly.

So please.

Please do not let us end it.

 Chapter 6: Without anybody knowing,
Hayama Hayato is regretting.

It’s always a serious matter of being dead or alive when it comes to battling with the
deadline.

Therefore, not only are people willing to do anything to survive in the end, but also
willing to sacrifice their sleeping time, to stay overnight for two or three days in order to
somehow finish their tasks in hand, even if that means losing almost all their hair or
almost having a complete mental or physical breakdown.

As a result, people end up with all kinds of sufferings. Well, to be more specific, head,
shoulders, back, stomach, heart, body, and… everything that a human being possesses.
Hmm, since the cells on my body are working anyways, does that mean instead, I no
longer have to work?

I managed to finish the skeleton of the proposal and the design sketch by the end of
morning. Holding all the tiredness from my body, I walked to school before the start of
the first class. I almost slept through all the classes before noon.

Even when school started, I laid on the table lazily without thinking or paying attention
to anything.

Occupied by tiredness, I just wanted to yield to sleepiness and bury my head in my arms,
so that later after school I could wake up and face things with a more serious face again.

I spent the last homeroom time resting my chin in my hand drowsily, like rowing a boat.
Just like this I had my heart and body falling in deep hibernation until the bell for the end
of last class sounded.

I put my bag, coat and scarf on the table, and then stretched my hardened shoulder and
back as much as I wanted. I stood up steadily.

After rubbing my sleep-deprived eyes, I turned back to check out the back of the
classroom as usual. Just as I was doing so, Yuigahama, who was talking to Miura-san,
noticed me and halted her conversation temporarily. She walked towards me with her
quick steps.
“Leaving already?”

“Ah yeah”

As I responded with a husky voice, Yuigahama reacted with small whining “Whoa.”

“Hikki-, your face is awful.”

“Seriously…?”

Yuigahama took out her hand mirror from her uniform pocket and raised it in front of
my face. ‘Ugh, so shiny. I feel like I’m about to disappear’ I said to myself. I looked like a
zombie - my rotten-fish eyes were rotting even faster due to lack of sleep. I could even
see the marks left by my hands where I rested my chin.

“Let me wash my face quickly”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll wait in the corridor”

Leaving the classroom, with my body shaking like Zombieland-Chiba[30], I headed over to
the washroom.

After splashing some cold water onto my face, I felt a lot more refreshed. In addition to
that, “pan-pan” - I clapped my face and said “Ganbare, me!” I sounded like a second-year
salarywoman to cheer myself up.

As I headed back to the classroom corridor, as promised, Yuigahama was waiting for me
in front of the classroom door.

“Sorry for making you wait”

Yuigahama shook her head to simply suggest that she didn’t wait too much. She handed
over my bag, coat and all my other stuff together she was holding over her shoulder,
saying, “Here you go.”

“Thank you!”

While I took my stuff and expressed my gratefulness, Yuigahama had her usual smile
showing on her face again, shaking her head as if to refuse my thankfulness.

On our way to the game club, though we exchanged a few words, due to sleepiness I still
felt like I wasn’t quite myself. So I tried to stifle my yawns.

Noticing this after looking at me, Yuigahama started to feel a little despondent.

“Ah, by the way, sorry for what happened yesterday that led to your lack of sleep today.”
“It’s okay… Conversely, it really helped that you came up with some great ideas.”

Yuigahama apologized to me for accidentally falling asleep at the Internet Cafe. Perhaps
she was trying to compensate for that - on our way sending her back home, she offered
me a couple more perspectives, suggestions and ideas with respect to the prom design
plan. Thanks to those suggestions, with just pulling a single all nighter I was able to put
forward a rough sketch of the proposal and the design plan. Well, by cost benefit analysis
it all added up to zero. It worked out and looked well on the balance sheet.

Yuigahama didn’t need to be worried about me. To be honest, I was the one to be blamed,
for carelessly yawning in front of her, which made her worry about me. So from now on,
I’ll tighten my eyebrows and keep my face straight!

“... Well, it’s no problem since I no longer feel sleepy”

Yuigahama looked at me vacantly, and then suddenly went “Phff!” and smiled.

“What’s that funny face about?”

“My face…?”

Well that was quite bitter and unnice to me but... fine. Good that I got my mood switched
before entering the game club room.

What a messy room as usual! As I tried to navigate myself along the mess, I could hear
voices coming out from inside the room.

“‘First, migrate the server using PHP and prepare for a database backup.”

“What is this? No way, I don’t understand”

“‘Then use JavaScript to further enhance the site, and CSS to set up the design…”

“Ugh, how far is this going to push back the deadline?”

Now I could see both Hatano and Sagami clearly - it sounded like they were talking about
the website and both of their faces were full of despair. It looked like they worked quite
hard to do their research, and as a result, they were both stroken hard by the reality.

And, there was this guy on the other side wearing a truthfully evil smile on his face while
scrolling through the SNS[31]. Of course, I was talking about Zaimokuza.

I wanted to say hello bearing my genuine thankfulness of their hard work, but then as I
made up my mind, I ended up just mumbling “Usu/hello there” to them. Noticing me,
three of them replied to me one by one cheerfully, “Hey there, good work!”, “Otsukare!”
and “Hey!”. Well, that’s exactly the kind of greetings between guys!
Following that, Yuigahama also cheerfully raised her hand and greeted them.

“Yahallo!!”

That greeting completely froze the air in the clubroom.

“What… what’s that Yahallo...?”

“Ehhh, that girl is dangerously yabai, yabai, yabeeee.”

….well, that’s the normal reaction human beings should have! I do not blame them. Yet
with that reaction we are never going to get things done peacefully.

“Please don’t make a fuss over it for now. I have something important to tell you guys.”

I pulled out a chair to sit down and cleared my throat. Hatano and others also got ready
to hear what I had to say and straightened up their bodies. Confirming that everyone was
ready to hear me, I solemnly opened my mouth.

“Starting from today, we the Prom Executive Committee will all greet each other with
‘Yahallo’! No objection!”

“Is this guy seriously a moron...?”

“Something is wrong with his brain.”[32]

Looks like Hatano was honestly shocked, and meanwhile Sagami showed his genuine
face of sympathy towards something so pathetic.

“Hold… hold on wait a second, Hikki…! This is seriously very embarrassing to me so

please stop.”

Yuigahama kept her shy blushing face down and dragged my sleeve as if begging me to
stop.

Seeing this cute animal-like behavior, Sagami pushed up his glasses and Hatano took off
his. Both of them scrubbed their eyes as if they just beheld a very touching moment…

“Ah well. Let’s go with Yahallo. It’s good!”

“Yeah. Yahallo is good...”

“Correct. Here we go everyone, three, two, one…”

Zaimokuza led the crowd and, following his countdown, everyone sang Yahallo together.
“Yahallo--”

“Stop. Now.”

With tears still remaining in her eyes, Yuigahama stared at us and said it with an
extremely cold and scary voice. Silence befell the clubroom. Seeing everyone kept so
quiet, I felt compelled to steer the topic towards something else. Otherwise, Gahama-san
will stay angry for sure!

“Let’s jump into our main subject today.”

I pulled out the freshly-produced copies of the proposal and design sketches, passing
them over to everyone. I started explaining them, with my fingers guiding my
explanation.

“I want the front page to be loaded with a huge background picture with information
about the event on top of it. This is to attract attention and thus facilitate people’s
discussions about it on the SNS. The front page doesn’t have to be too exquisite or
refined. Try to keep it simple and smartly decorated. I have found a sample page for you
guys for reference and you just have to try your best to copy exactly the design layout of
it. As for the background picture, just assume that you have it already for now. Once it is
ready, we’ll just need to swap it in.”

Hatano looked at the stack of (web development) resources they compiled, and then
turned to my design sketch. He couldn’t hold back but expressed his astonishment.

“What’s up with all the effort that we have put in so far… This sounds like all we have to
spawn is an easy blog thing.”

“Hey, things getting easier for us is definitely a great thing that we should feel happy
about. Don’t say anything extra thing or complain. Else, he’s gonna add more work to
us...”

Sagami dragged and held Hatano’s arm firmly, as Hatano was about to keep grumbling.
Apparently Sagami didn’t want Hatano to say anything more. Oh Sagami the little
brother, you know the rules of society too well. You have to potential and the talent to
become a great Shachiku (Wage Slave in Japan). Speaking of which, I’m impressed, or
should I say terrified, by how much you guys were able to pull up a research marathon
on building the website.

Zaimokuza, who apparently enjoyed the fact that he didn’t have to help with all the
design work, looked at my design sketch with satisfaction, nodded his head couple times
and folded up his arms.

“So, how’s the proposal going?”

“This is what I have for now. I’m currently proposing a collaboration with Kaihin-Sougo
HS[33]. It might be too specific so that it might be hard for you to understand.”

Zaimokuza took the proposal that I passed over and read them all at once. He then
turned his head and called Hatano. Hatano only looked at the front page of the proposal
and said,

“Seriously what is this I do not understand...”

“This crappy proposal looks like some ads pamphlet for a newly built apartment or a
cover for a newly released business book… Why do you include diagrams on ‘Johari
Window’ and ‘Maslow’s hierarchy of needs’ in the proposal?”[34]

Hatano quickly picked up the proposal sheets that fell off to the table and gave it to
Sagami, flipping the pages one by one. A few pages into the proposal, Sagami the little
brother started to hold and squeeze his head in his hands.

So as I warned you guys beforehand… An unpleasant memory flowed back into my mind
again as I took another look at the front page of the proposal. Sternly written there,
typeset using very stylish fonts was “Blockchain Type Diversity Inclusion - Proposal for
the Prom Event ~ Sunset Beach with Waterfront aside… A Serendipity Experience inside
an Ultimate Translucent Space~”. Even as the creator of that title, I could no longer grasp
any of its meaning.

Even a proud person like myself couldn’t withstand the embarrassment caused by seeing
the title. “Ahem Ahem”. I soon tried to cough to cover up and avoid talking about it
further.

“... Well. Those are the bluff parts. To be honest, whatever it is as long as the Kaihin-
Sougo side can be hooked into our plan.”

“Wow even this kind of trap (which also means bait in JP) can hook them up. Are they
mullets[35]?”

You are very wrong, Hatano. Tamanawa-san isn’t that omnivorous at all. Don’t mix him
up with heretic animals like mullets or blowfishes. Well they are very delicious dishes I
have to say. He possesses such a strong self-esteem that could be called the Majesty
Overlord[36]. Yet finally the moment has come - for the first time the Overlord is going to
be fished by us!

Hatano already gave up reading the proposal a while ago. Sagami, in contrast, still had
the patience to keep on reading it. Eventually, Sagami finished reading it and nodded his
head, mumbling “Yep, okay, okay”.

“Wow. The content itself looks very promising.”

“I know, right?” Yuigahama quickly followed up happily.

Almost at the same time, Sagami tilted his mouth. “I feel like my sister is going to like
this.”

Yuigahama seemed a little surprise with a “Heh…” sound, but she quickly held her
reaction back with another “Ugu.”

“Alright. Just by reading it, this disgusting proposal looks like it’s gonna make people
vomit, right out from my stomach.”

“The only thing that gets us relieved - is that we have to make sure this proposal does not
get chosen and realized.”

Respectively, Zaimokuza moaned his last sentence out with a voice full of hatred; Hatano
said his words as if disgusted by the smell of rotten fish.

Oh well, anyways. I can sense that perhaps Yuigahama just made a pitiful expression on
her face; in any case, with that little reaction, I can assure that she does not feel like
there’s anything inherently wrong with the proposal.

In additional to the great ideas of “collaborating with local elementary schools, middle
schools and high schools”, the proposal was further nourished by Yuigahama’s flashy
ideas - this was so perfect so that even I myself was trembling with fear.

In the end, we couldn’t come up with anything that’s flashy and arbitrary enough that
diverges too much away from Yukinoshita’s old proposal. We just decided to play around
and “temper” the staging and the location of the prom a little bit.

Imagine this scenario. Sunset by the sea, surrounded by campfire, a seaside live-house
has been set up just like those Shounan Beach Events[37]. We will plan to hold our prom
there. Actually no, we just have to make use of this “set up”. Taking into account the
possibility of rain, we can then propose a Plan B - also discuss the possibility of
negotiations with Mikatsuki Ryuguu Castle Hotel just so we can also hold our prom there
as a backup option.[38]

Wow, scary Hachiman. I’m scared by my ability to BS so well. If I keep cultivating my BS

skills, I’m afraid soon the HRs from those advertisement conglomerate companies will
start reaching out to me. As my imagination drifted further away, Yuigahama, maybe
dissatisfied by the fact that she sided with Sagami the sister, raised her head up from
reading the proposal and then frowned at me.

“Even though Kaihin-Sougou might be okay with our proposal, what about Hayato?”
“Ahh, as for him… It might be still too early for us to tell him face to face”

“Hmmm?”

As I indirectly brought up some bitter part of my experience with Hayato from the past,
Yuigahama tilted her head aside, looked totally puzzled. Honestly, it’s not like the
experience was puzzling or strange in particular.

Cheap tricks won’t work for Hayato, in my opinion. I’m afraid even if I explained the
content of our proposals cautiously enough, in front of someone as smart as Hayato, the
fact that our proposal was just a stalking horse would soon get exposed. For this reason,
to avoid causing extra effort or trouble to explain everything, and to avoid complicating
things up, perhaps it’s better just to tell him straightforwardly that our proposal is just a
dummy plan, before explaining its actual content. For sure, that will make things easier
to proceed.

“Alright! That’s it. I’m counting on you all.”

Saying that, I finally concluded our meeting. Although the responses were cold and
sporadic, they all got their hands busy right away.

Hatano and Sagami continued their fight into how they should go about designing the
websites, leaving alone Yuigahama aside just nodding her head saying “Um, um”.

“Emm, that’s not cute enough.”

“... Eh, can you be more specific?” Sagami asked Yuigahama respectfully.

“Well, let’s say, make it a little more shining shiny, like this…”

While scratching her head, Yuigahama tried her best to describe her abstract opinions
more concretely, so that she could somehow make Sagami and Hatano understand them.

I watched them from aside, listening to their non-stopping interactions and exchange of
conversations pleasantly. On the other end of my eyesight Zaimokuza seemed to be
doing something rustling.

“Hachiman, I brought the digital camera you requested.”

Speaking of which, he carefully placed a bulky DSLR camera on the desk. In addition, he
began stacking books titled like “Intro to DSLR Tutorials”.

“Oh, thank you! I will make good use of them for the moment… Just in case, please teach
me how to operate this camera.”

“Of course, leave it to me! I’m not professional per se but let’s just follow the instruction
manual and let’s go~”

“Hey, isn’t this your camera?”

How could this guy not know how to operate his own stuff… Zaimokuza loudly
proclaimed that he is proud of his ignorance. On one hand, he taught me some of the
basic operations, on the other hand, he quickly scanned through the instruction manual
while keep saying “Okay, I see, I see”.

A while later, perhaps he’s getting a little tired and ignored, Zaimokuza coughed a couple
times. And then, for some reason, he averted his eyes, blushed and said,

“I have thought about… the name.”

“Oh… really”

This is something that’s far beyond what’s urgent or necessary for now… Well, I’m
listening anyways. Zaimokuza took out from his coat pocket a piece of doubly folded
paper and handed it over to me. Apparently, he wants me to open and see it…

It can’t be helped. I had to briefly halt my work on reading the camera tutorial, and
unfold that piece of paper. What I then saw was a unnecessarily well written work of
calligraphy that says,

“Soubu HS Prom Saikou Project”

What the hell is this? Having my “camera reading” focus zone totally ruined, I suddenly
remembered something from yesterday…

“Oh, the name!”

We had a discussion during yesterday’s meeting about the name of our committee.
Apparently I wrote “Committee Name: Actively Looking for Recommendations ❤” on the
whiteboard and this guy actually took it seriously. Zaimokuza coughed twice again and
then fluttered his coat edge with dignity.

“That’s right! The aforementioned ‘Saikou’ means…”

“Ah ah, stop there. Alright, it’s okay, we all get it.”

“Umm… okay I see.”

Apparently Zaimokuza was let down, his face quickly turned to drooping. I bet he was
trying to say something along the lines of including “Supreme” or
“Reconsideration”[39] in the context. Well, whatevs. The key is to make the name easy
enough to understand and stupid enough to reflect its dumbness. Considering these two
points, the name isn’t unexpectedly unfit for the job. Especially this pun on words would
definitely leave a SUPREMELY dumb and stupid impression on people. This was great.

“We can settle on this title. Thanks!”

“Wut??”

Probably because I said it too lightheartedly, Zaimokuza was speechlessly surprised.

Seeing that, Hatano passed that piece of paper back to Sagami.

“The Committee Name, as it’s settled let’s all count on it!”

“What…”

“Seriously…”

Both Hatano and Sagami’s faces turned stiff, making wry, bitter smiles at me. After seeing
their reactions, Yuigahama nevertheless looked pretty satisfied, “Isn’t it great!”

“Hmmm, oh, ah, okay, I see. Is it that great…” Finally able to read into the air and grasp
the situation, Zaimokuza tried to cover his shyness by coughing twice again, thereby
digesting his ecstacy completely before it leaked out.

In fact, I think there’s going to be an even better title in the future. Please stay tuned and
let’s all look forward to the next masterpiece from Zaimokuza Yoshiteru-Sensei!
 6-2
The sun was setting slowly. The last ray of sunshine flowed into the Game Club Room.

It was about time for other school clubs to also conclude their daily activity.

Sounds from those heavy bands could no longer be heard. Roars from the rugby club had
also stopped for a while. Standing up from my seat and peaking into the schoolyard, I
noticed that it was also about time for the soccer club to wrap their day up as well.

“Alright, this is about it. Everyone please clean up your own things and we can call it a
day.”

As I turned my face back from peaking out of the window and told them to wrap up, the
club room soon got filled up with sighs arised from exhaustion, and clicking sounds
coming from head rotation and relaxed shoulders. Yuigahama, not unexpectedly, also
relaxed her shoulder and meanwhile turned her body facing me.

“Are you going to check with Hayato?”

“Yeah.”

As soon as I finished speaking, Yuigahama took out her smartphone and brought it close
in front of her lips.[40]

“Should I contact him now?”

“Hmm let me think. No, nope, actually. It’s better to just catch him on the spot.”

That took me just a flash of a second to change my mind.

Means of communications, such as phones or messenger apps, are in fact very unreliable
and incomplete tools. Using tools like these, getting ignored means pretty much the end
of the day. “Oh, I didn’t notice your message”, “I was sleeping then”, “It ran out of battery
then”, “I lost my phone unfortunately”, “In fact, I do not have a LINE account”, these are
all kinds of excuses that poured out of my memory. There are even rare cases like “Oh, I
actually do not have a phone”, myself being the source.

But after all, Hayato is very unlikely to ignore messages from Yuigahama. If it does
happen though and we have to reschedule and start over things on another day, that’d be
very problematic, since we simply won’t have enough time left. Hence, we HAVE to take
our chance and get it done today.

Yuigahama was probably thinking along the same lines, and nodded to me.
“I see… but just to be safe, I’ll still send him a message on LINE anyways. I’ll let you know
as soon as he replies.”

“Sure. Please do me the favor.”

As I said it, I quickly packed things up and left the Game Club room.

After leaving the staircase, I promptly set my foot towards the courtyard.

The courtyard lies in between the main building and the special-purpose building. Since
the courtyard was blocked by buildings from all directions, the night fades in there
earlier than all other places on campus. It’s worth noticing that the columns located in
the east under the main buildings naturally fall under the shadows of the special-
purpose building, thereby leaving the darkness even thicker underneath.

Suddenly, a piece of shadow moved across in that darkness.

I tried to focus my eyes on that shadow and finally I could see there seemed to be
someone standing in front of the vending machine under the building. As I walked closer
towards there, gradually I could identify that the figure apparently belonged to a girl.

She probably just bought something to drink from the vending machine. I could hear
something had just dropped out from inside the vending machine. She squatted down,
picked up the drink from the vending machine and stood up. That long, glamorously
charming dark hair of hers waved in the wind. The vending machine cast cold, green-
white colored light onto her white, slender face. She smiled gently, a scene that was so
unrealistic and so surreal.

That was Yukinoshita Yukino. I couldn’t possibly have mistaken her.

Yukino firmly held the coffee can and gently put on her feather coat without her arms
going through the sleeves. She then slowly walked towards the courtyard, sitting down
on the bench located in the middle of the courtyard and aimlessly staring into the sky.

As if trying to penetrate the bench, the withered tree groves were lit up by the
streetlights, where orange light passed down through the dry twigs that were already
devoid of leaves.

All of this looked like it came out from a piece of painting. I sensed a feeling that
compelled and drove me to just stare at this painting whenever and forever.

However, unfortunately, without passing through the courtyard I could reach neither the
soccer court nor the bike parking lot. So, feeling sorry in mind that I was about to ruin
this already-perfect scenery, I decided to step into the scene.
Soon, she noticed the footstep and looked at me.

“Oh, isn’t this Mr. Hikigaya?”

“Ah… yeah…”

Seeing that Yukinoshita’s facial expression regained composure and that her smile
returned, I used my jaw to nod in response to her greetings.

Yukinoshita was holding the coffee can to warm her hands up. But after seeing me, she
sighed and hid the coffee can behind her. That’s no use. No matter how you hide it, with
that featured packaging, color and design there was no way I could possible miss it.

“It’s rare for you to drink that.”

“It’s perfect for sugar and energy replenishment.”

She showed a very superficial smile to me, as she spoke, with her face dyed in dim red.
She closed up her coat as if she was hugging herself, and hid the coffee can inside. Finally
she recognized the charm of MAX Coffee! That’s a good thing.

I quickly peeked at the soccer court - it looked like they were still busy tidying things up.
Maybe I should wait a little longer before I go over and catch Hayama.

Using only eye contact, I asked Yukinoshita if I could sit next to her. She nodded, and
immediately moved her body away from the center of the bench, leaving some empty
room that was just wide enough to for another person to sit down. So I did.

“Taking a break?”, I asked.

“Yeah, in order to breathe in some fresh air outdoor.”

While answering my question, Yukinoshita quickly cast her eyes back to the main
building. In that direction laid the Student Council room, in which the lights were still on.
Unlike the Service Club room, almost alway empty, deserted and desolated, in the
Student Council room since there’s a heater that Isshiki decided to bring over, people
must have been living a pleasantly warm life there.

“I know right. The heater is too effective so that people easily get drowsy with it.”

I had to agree with her, since I remembered that thanks to a lot of stuff stacked in the
Game Club room blocking air ventilation, that place also inevitably confines a lot of heat.
Hearing my words, Yukinoshita was amused and laughed merrily with her mouth
covered.

“Well, with that reasoning it looks like you always stay in a heated room, am I right? I’m a
little worried about the electricity bill.”[41]

“Don’t worry. It all gets balanced by the coldness coming from other people’s indifferent,
nonchalant gaze on me.”

“You really live an eco-friendly life.”

Yukinoshita shrugged her shoulders. I also mocked myself with a tilted smile on one side
of my lip,

“Well, having this repeated hot-and-cold pattern is great, certainly even better if served
in a sauna room. It gets my life in order.”

“I wonder if you know the correct usage of ‘get something in order’.”

“No, maybe I don’t. However, everyone says ‘Sauna gets one’s life in order’. In fact, after
repeating the steam room and in the middle of the glycine bath, there’s a process called
‘air bath’ right? As far as I know, people always say “Air bath gets one’s life in order”.”

“You seem to have no intention to get your usage of grammar in order… I have no idea
what you are talking about. Not a single idea.”[42]

Facing someone like me, who is arguing so intensely and foolishly to defend oneself,
Yukinoshita shrugged her shoulders again.

She didn’t understand or try to understand a single word I said. I bet you are going to get
wrecked for wasting your spa money! I’m serious. Sometimes my father would take me
to spas by chance and I’d just follow him. Thanks for the treat, Dad! Some of the spa
places even offer free manga to read. So instead of going to those manga coffee shop like
a fool, going to these manga spas is definitely a far better way to enjoy the weekends.
Even though sauna sounds like some old dude’s hobby, nowadays anime shows that are
themed with old dude’s hobby are getting more and more popular! I can sense the
slippery from an anime or a manga where girls enjoy sauna. While imagining that, I feel
like my skins were feeling tingly already. Hey, I was referring to saunas though, not the
girls!

While continuing my daydreaming, I got a sneak peek at Yukinoshita’s face.

Her eyes were still full of confidence to win the match between us; her mouth was still
wearing a calm and composed smile, just like a few days ago when I looked into her eyes
as I left the Student Council room. Of course, this is something that I already got used to.

While I quietly commemorated the sense of distance between us, I smirked bitterly and
finally opened my mouth.
“How’s it going? I meant, the proposal.”

Yukinoshita is a little shocked by what I asked and looked straight at me. But she soon
turned that into a teasing smile.

“...how rare it is that you start to care about others.”

“It’s not like that. Of course, I have to study my enemy.”

Hearing me explaining myself calmly, Yukinoshita got dumbfounded and speechless for a
minuscule moment. But then, she smirked and shrugged her shoulders,

“I see. It’s been going quite well. We managed to finish all the pending tasks and now we
are coordinating things smoothly among all parties. I guess the only thing left is the
assignment and distribution of work on the day of event.”

As she went through each item one by one, her eyes looked upward as if she was
marking each of them as checked. Judging from her voice and emotion, she didn’t look
like she’s being preoccupied by the work at all.

“That makes me so jealous… Well, don’t force yourself too much. Just use Isshiki as much
as you can, even if that means crushing her dead completely. After all, she has the
potential to become a great wage slave[43].”

“I don’t need you to tell me that. That’s what I’m going to do anyways.”

I said so in a half-joking, half-serious way, whereas Yukinoshita narrowed her eyes with
a clever smile floating on her face. That’s so scary - unlike me, she looked like she was
totally serious about it.

“What about you?”

She lost the stiffness and seriousness on her face and asked me gently. I hid myself
behind my fluffy scarf and replied to her,

“Well, it’s going as planned. We manage to finish just right amount of work and proceed
without working overtime. I just have one more thing to do after this - something
outdoor that I don’t know how long it’d take. Once that’s done I’m heading straight home
and will get rest of my work done there.”

“Sounds like only the ‘time management’ part is going well for you.”

Yukinoshita tapped her fingers on her temple as if she was trying to suppress a
headache. She sighed, perhaps feeling a little uncomfortable and uneasy by what I said.
After that, she looked down and stared at her feet.
“You don’t even have to work that hard. You know...”

She said that so gently and softly, just like the white breath coming out from her mouth
that soon disappeared in the air. I then returned her a gentle, small nod and then took my
time searching for words to say.

“...I have come this far by forcing myself hard. You know that this is my normalcy.”

“I see.”

She nodded forcibly, biting her lips hard. She didn’t say anything after that.

Instead, she put her hand into her coat, and then slowly took out something.

“Please…”

That’s the MAX coffee can that she just bought earlier. Probably because it was in her
pocket all the time, touching it still gave me a feeling of well-preserved warmth.

“Ah, thanks a lot… wait, but why?”

“You still have work to do after this right? I’m just out here to take a break. I’ll go drink
something once I’m back to the club room.”

While saying so, she stood up from the bench.

I waved my hands at her to try to stop her. I knew that it simply wouldn’t work. So I
quickly stood up as well.

“Wait a second… Eh, what should I get for you then?”

I took out the coin change from my pocket, which made a tinkling sound. Yukinoshita
heard the sounds and shook her head.

“It’s okay. Keep the money yourself and buy some treat for your club members.”

“No, it makes no sense if only I got the treat. If you are treating me drinks to provide me
moral support then I have to properly return the favor. That’s good manner. Can I get the
same thing for you? I was planning on getting the MAX can anyways.”

After hearing my long excuses, Yukinoshita seems to be slightly disturbed, staring at me

with dissatisfaction. Nevertheless, perhaps sensing my strong will to defend my actions,
she sighed again to signal her will to surrender. She then gave me an honest smile.

“Nothing but sophism...”

Knowing that she couldn’t refuse my favor anyways, she kept her smile and returned to
the bench. She looked up to me, her head slightly tilted.

“... then the same thing for me please.”

I acknowledged quietly to her broad smile. I quickly ran to the vending machine and
returned with another can of MAX coffee. Still being slightly out of breath, I handed over
the MAX can that was still hot.

“Careful. It’s hot!”

Yukinoshita then stretched her cardigan sleeves a little over her hands. With extra care,
she took the hot coffee can that I passed over, and had her sleeves in between them to
insulate the heat.

“Thank you....”

I shook my head in reply to her expression of gratefulness. I returned to the bench and
removed the cap from the MAX Coffee can that I was holding. The steam rising from the
can deflected the orange light going through, and gradually dissolved in the wind. I took
a sip of my coffee. The sweetness quickly spreaded over my mouth and the coffee soon
warmed up my body.

While I was drinking the coffee one sip after another, Yukinoshita held the can firmly to
warm up both of her hands.

We both kept the silence undisturbed and let the time pass by. Sometimes, either I was
going to say something, or she was going to, but in the end, only breaths remained.

However, thanks to the quiet breaths and the darkness of the environment, we were able
to notice even the slightest gestures, expressions, or actions between us. I was already
missing this sense of distance then.

In the end, we were never able to have any proper conversations, but only to indulge
ourselves in this speechless period of time together. Suddenly, an abrupt sound broke
the silence. It came from out of my pocket. My leg felt the vibration. I pulled out my
smartphone and found an incoming call.

“Excuse me.”

After my brief apology, Yukinoshita shook her head gently, implying that she didn’t mind
it at all. I nodded to her and returned to my smartphone - on the screen it said it was a
call from Yui. Just as I was about to pick up the call the vibration halted immediately. Just
when I was wondering “What was that about?”, I heard footsteps made by loafer heels
hitting the ground. Yukinoshita turned her face to the source of the sound and then so
did I.

“Good evening, Yuigahama-san”

“Good evening…. Yahallo, Yukinon!”

Like a greeting during a quiet night. Yuigahama lowered her voice and waved her hand
gently right above her chest to us. Then she slowly approached the bench towards us.
The street light lit up Yuigahama wearing a scarf on top of her coat and carrying her
backpack on her back. Apparently she was prepared to leave.

“... What’s up? Heard anything from Hayama?”

“Right. He wanted me to tell you that we can get dinner together and take our time to
talk.”

When she was answering my question, she waved her smartphone gently at me. Given
that Hayama had already reached out to me, I don’t think I had any other reasons to stay
here. As for his suggestion to get dinner together, I guessed it was better just to meet him
near the train station.

I finished up the remaining coffee and stood up.

“Work?”

“Yeah.”

I nodded to Yukinoshita, as she looked up and asked me. She also checked the time, put
the MAX Coffee can back into her pocket and stood up.

“I’m also going back to work”

“Wait!”

Just when they were about to pass each other without meeting, Yuigahama took
Yukinoshita’s hand. Perhaps caught by surprise, Yukinoshita froze and looked at
Yuigahama in doubt.

Being speechlessly stared at, Yuigahama got a little bit embarrassed and quietly touched
her hair bun with one hand.

“I feel like, for some reason, we have not seen each other for a long time. It’s strange… I
wonder for how many days have we not met each other...?”

“Right…. I was so occupied with my work that I couldn’t find any spare time.”
In response to Yuigahama’s shy smile, Yuikinoshita returned her a gentle smile. After
seeing that smile, Yuigahama quietly looked downward.

“No, I don’t think that’s the reason. Am I being … avoided deliberately?”

Yuigahama gently raised her face up, asking modestly as if trying to peek into
Yukinoshita’s heart. Hearing that, Yukinoshita suddenly straightened up her body and
switched to a firmer attitude.

“That’s not the case. That’s not true. It’s just that there’s so many communications
coming in and out about the prom preparation and arguments against the prom event. I
had too many things to deal with…”

She argued vehemently, but then suddenly she softened her voice and looked down. She
then lost her words and instead made a long sigh. Yuigahama gently bit her lip, faced the
downward-looking Yukinoshita and apologized powerlessly.

“Em, sure, right. I’m sorry...”

They stayed speechless for a while after that.

I feel compelled to say something. So frustrated at myself, I opened my mouth without

carefully crafting words that fit into the atmosphere,

“...Hey.”

Hearing my voice, Yukinoshita suddenly raised her face while keeping a firm grip on
Yukinoshita’s hands. Surprised by this situation, Yukinoshita also raised her face up and
said,

“I am actually helping Hikki”

That totally caught me by surprise. It left me astonished and speechless at first.

“...oh... Did I not tell you…?”

I mumbled. I thought we kept in touch over LINE somehow and thus I took it for granted
that I already told Yukinoshita about the fact that Yuigahama’s is helping me. Keeping
Yukinoshita informed should be my responsibility, not Yuigahama’s. I regretted and
blamed myself so much that Yuigahama ended up having to say it in a terribly awkward
situation like this.

Thereupon, Yukinoshita turned her face to me and shook her head, suggesting me not to
worry about it. After that, she turned to Yuigahama, firmly gripped Yuigahama’s hand in
return, and said,
“Don’t worry about it. I understand it.”

“... No, I don’t think you do.”

Yuigahama tilted her face in sadness.

“I was thinking about doing *it* properly. After we are finished with all of this, I will get
*it* done properly. Therefore.... I will make sure your wish never comes true.”

She kept staring into Yukinoshita’s eyes, trying to organize her words earnestly.
Yukinoshita nodded, just to confirm that Yuigahama had finished her words.

“... I see. But I do hope that your wish comes true though.”

It appeared that her smile was so genuine, without even a slightest sense of sadness, that
her words were honest and truthful.

However, Yuigahama’s stern face didn’t clear up at all after she heard Yukinoshita’s
words. After two or three breaths, Yuigahama cast a gaze that seemed to cling firmly on
Yukinoshita.

“... Do you actually… know my wish? Are you sure you know *it* clearly?”

“Yes. I think it’s probably the same thing as mine.”

Yukinoshita replied without any hesitation. Her smile was certainly soaked with love and
affection. In her clear pupils was no hesitation or perplexity whatsoever.

“I see… then.. it’s okay.”

Yuigahama exhaled deeply, released Yukinoshita’s hand gently and took a step back.
Seeing that Yuigahama’s hands dropped powerlessly, Yuigahama wore a very slight and
thin smile on her face.

“Sorry, but I have to leave now.”

Saying that, Yukinoshita firmly doubled her fist with her empty hand. While my eyes said
goodbye to Yukinoshita, Yuigahama however kept her face down without looking up.

Yukinoshita sighed with a troubled face. Finally, she turned her back on us. Only the
sound of loafers hitting the brickstone ground resonated in the courtyard, and step by
step it was going further and further away.

I saw her off with my eyes before taking a short breath. Even so, that didn’t alleviate the
heavy feeling that got stuck in my stomach at all.
“It’s about time. Let’s get going.”

I said that to Yuigahama, who stood there still and paralyzed. I don't think those are the
right words to say, but I'm simply too deplorable - I know I had to say something in this
situation, but I just didn't know what to say.

Yuigahama nodded to me, with an almost vanishing voice "alright...". But apparently, she
had no intention to walk out and leave.

Yukinoshita stepped into the shadow below the school building. I could see her fleeting
figure dissolving into the background and her footstep pitching higher.

Before I was able to see the scene through the end, Yuigahama suddenly raised her face
up, and with all her strength she started dashing over in Yukinoshita’s direction.

Yukinoshita was taking her time to walk away slowly, but after hearing the footsteps, she
turned her face back.

It all happened in a moment. Yuigahama suddenly jumped into Yukinoshita, hugging her
back wholeheartedly.

Leaking an almost inaudible voice of surprise and confusion, Yukinoshita stumbled a few
steps forward, almost dropping her coat from her back. But before that happened,
Yuigahama held onto her coat firmly and buried her face quickly into the slim collars.

"When the prom ends, we should get lunch together. Besides that, I'd like to stay
overnight at your apartment again. When the spring comes, we'll go to Disneyland
together; we'll go to the Seaworld again. And after that we can all stay overnight in my
place. And then when it's April,..."

With her wavering voice, Yuigahama's words came out so quickly just like an arrow
shooting immediately after another arrow. She snorted, then looked up after taking a
breath and smiled gently.

"What shall we do in April? We can do all sorts of things. So much to do that it could take
us years or decades."

Dimmed orange light emitted from light poles sank into Yukinoshita's pupils. She relaxed
her fist and her hand stretched over to reach Yuigahama's shoulder. She then gently
touched Yuigahama's shoulder and tried to cover her face with her other hand touching
her forehead.

"That's... that's really a lot to do... I wonder if we can actually do all of them."

"We can! We'll be together until we finish doing all of them... So, it's not a problem."
Being hugged tightly, Yukinoshita sighed in confusion. But Yuigahama did not seem to
care. Instead, she put in more strength in her arms and asked.

"Do you understand?"

As if she was being playful to a kid, Yuigahama laid her cheek on the back of
Yukinoshita's neck to comfort her. Yukinoshita twisted her body a little bit, maybe out of
slight shyness.[44]

"Yeah, I understand. I understand it."

"Like really understand it crystal clear?"

"Yes.. yes. So could you just release me a little bit..."

Yukinoshita did not force herself to part from Yuigahama. And Yuigahama released her
slowly and gently. Yuigahama froze briefly after they took some distance apart. While I
was watching all of this, I made a short sigh.

Just as usual, we are so bad at communicating with each other. 'I meant to say this; I
meant that I knew this; I meant that I understood this.' - with thoughts like this piling up
among us, we have reached where we are today. I think we didn't grow mature at all, not
even a little bit.

We all know that there's an easier way to communicate our feelings.

However, I do not believe that's the right way.

But I know I can do one thing at least - avoid making mistakes.

As if I was praying, I fixed my eyes on both of them without moving.

 6-3
After seeing Yukinoshita off back to the Student Council room, Yuigahama and I headed
over to the station.

The temperature dropped quickly as the sun set. To avoid the chilly wind, we walked in
between the residential buildings. The 'kyu-kyu-' sound of me pushing the bicycle got
mixed with the buzzing sound of dry wood along the street, both of which gradually
vanished in the end.

Along the way, Yuigahama walked next to me and talked to me about various things, but
did not mention anything about Yukinoshita. I think she was deliberately avoiding it.
Since Yuigahama clearly has subtle consideration about it, so I should not touch it either.
[45]

Of course, our topic of discussion naturally went into a different direction.

"Soccer club people certainly practice until very late, right?"

"Ah, right, especially today their training took an even longer time."

Although our campus isn't that big, we have soccer club, baseball club, rugby club and
the track and field club, all of which need places to carry out their activities. Hence, they
have to coordinate with each other on activity time and places to stay organized.

As I explained to Yuigahama, she made a "hoe-"[46] sound.

"Hmmm I see. You really know the details."

"Nah, it's normal"

It's not like Yuigahama's reaction implied anything, but it made me look like I'm really
interested in the soccer club. So I ended up coughing once or twice to cover it up and
divert the subject.

"Ah, btw, tomorrow is the day to take photos, right?"

As I changed the subject intentionally, Yuigahama also redirected her attention and
nodded to me.

"Hmm... Taking photos..."

"I was thinking about taking it by the sea. Could you please do be a favor and be the
model?"
"Ehhh!? Me!? Ah, that's kind of embarrassing for me..."

Yuigahama caressed her hair bun with her glove gently.

"It's okay just to show a back view. I've seen quite a few of those kind of photos. I think
it'd be good to have two or three people in the photo like this."

I held my bicycle aside and took out my smartphone - trying to look up images as
references. Yuigahama came closer little by little to peek into the screen.

"I see... It's just barely safe if it's from the back... I will try to ask Yumiko and Hina as
well."

That closer up distance unchanged, we kept walking side by side. Feeling a little uneasy, I
closed my opened coat, brought my scarf all the way up to my mouth and speeded up my
pace.

Finally, we navigated ourselves through in front of the station and arrived at the Saizerya
storefront.

I parked my bicycle and entered the restaurant, immediately starting to look around for
the customer who arrived earlier.

I only hadn't been here for a couple days. It didn't look that the place had changed a bit. If
I had to say one thing that did change, it's the Hayama Hayato cheerfully waving his
hands at us with a refreshing smile on his face.

Hayama moved his body to spare some space for us from that 4-people seat. He raised
his hand facing upward as if saying "Here please, my Milady."

That proud and impertinent pose looked like it could become part of a painting. This is
making me angry and uneasy. Speaking of which, what's even making me more uneasy is
this guy sitting next to Hayama eating pasta with a carefree face...

"Why's Tobecchi here?"

After taking her seat, Yuigahama said it before I could. Meanwhile, Tobe got choked by
the food and said,

"Ubbeee(crap)-... I shouldn't have come...? Cuz Hayato told us everyone is grabbing

dinner together and so I'm here..."

Scared by the situation, Tobe looked at Yuigahama, who then gently waved her hand and
smiled at him.

"Oh, that's not it. You weren't invited but you ended up coming anyways..."
Yuigahama didn't seem to say that out of ill will. But saying it lightly wearing that smile
can certainly cause extra damage. Tobe's mouth suddenly cramped, awkwardly put
down the fork and cast his eyes towards Hayama and me, as if those eyes were saying
"Eh? Is this bad? Should I leave? Is it better for me to go home? Ah crap...",saying so in a
quite annoying way.

"... Well, it won't make a difference no matter if you are here or not."

Having said that, I cast my eyes towards Hayama. I could barely see from the side of my
eyesight that Tobe was mumbling "Crap... the way he said that is so... terrible...". Hayama
showed a bitter smile to Tobe and turned his face to us.

"I'm sorry for taking your time." Yuigahama closed her palms together to express her
apology and gratitude.

"Well, I can't really say no to Yui's request." Hayama smiled and responded. If I were the
person asking him, I wonder if I'd just get rejected... I cast my dubiously questioning eyes
to Hayama. He then simply switched to the main topic.

"So, what's the deal for today?"

"You know this so-called 'prom' thing,right?"

"Yeah, more or less."

Just like Isshiki, I guessed Hayama also learned or heard about it from Yuigahama. Hence
I asked him knowing that in mind. Hayama answered it frankly without hesitation. As I
nodded in return, I continued.

"So the situation right now is that, some of our parents think it's not wholesome and thus
are strongly against holding the prom. We are cornered now and was told to act with
'self-restraint'. To deal with it, we then unilaterally created this new plan to carry out a
prom with even greater scale."

As I finished explaining, Tobe suddenly stopped his hand holding his pasta.

"... Wait, what, why??"

"To make sure that the prom takes place."

I said so without looking at Tobe, but straight at Hayama. Hayama folded his arms and
then held his chin, thinking silently.

"... in other words, it's a stalking horse?"

Hearing that, I tilted one side of my mouth and put up an evil smile.
"Your quick understanding makes things easier, thankfully."

"No, I cannot understand, to be honest."

Perhaps confused, Hayama shrugged his shoulders at my smile. Tobe, on the other hand,
looked at us back and forth, trying so hard to understand the situation. Yet, looked like
he just gave up, as he leaned forwarded over the table and asked Yuigahama "What's
going on?" for an explanation. Yuigahama then "So, let me think, here's what's going
on...", started explaining the whole thing quietly.

Well, it's okay even if Tobe doesn't understand. The only person that I'm here to deal
with is Hayama. I quickly glanced sidelong at the whispering two, and then cut in to the
main topic.

"So, I want some support from the Club President Association."[47]

"I don't think we can offer any meaningful help. It's not like we have a great deal of
authority or say over school matters."

"I know. But still I'd like to ask for one thing."

As Hayama was about to say no and just end the conversation, I raised my hand and
suggested 'well, hear me first'.

"You guys are planning to this Oikon thing right? Isn't it better if all clubs can jointly hold
this thing? To follow up and tag along with Oikon, we can make a new prom proposal."
[48]

"Oikon..."

After finishing up the pasta, Tobe froze his hand again while trying to reach out to the
doria. He tilted his head in confusion and looked at Hayama. Hayama smiled bitterly.

"Look like you learned about it from somewhere else."

I looked at Hayama with my questioning eyes asking "what do you mean?". Hayama
reached out to his coffee cup and then took a sip. It was espresso but he didn't show even
a slight expression of bitter taste. He started talking composedly.

"The student council has already reached out and asked us about Oikon."

Sounds like now I'm the one making a bitter face. Nevertheless, Hayama's face kept its
composure after seeing my reaction and continued,

"We already decided to help out the student council. Or should I rather put it, we are a
subdivision under the student council. So obviously we cannot help you guys out."
"Ugu..", I lost my words.

They got it before us. While we were still conceiving it they already got it done... I guess
besides enhancing her prom proposal, Yukinoshita already thought about using some
help from the Club President Association.

I don't know why but in this world, people all hold this strong belief that sports clubs
must be wholesome. Probably those old people, after committing some light crimes,
would easily cover them up with some pranks or tricks. They certainly, and strangely,
are very tolerant to those young people who are sweating invigoratingly and holding
strong passions. In reality, they are not wholesome at all. Every year they cause turmoils
and apologize for things like 'team activity temporarily in halt', 'bowing out right before
a competition due to scandals'. More recently, there are even bolder conducts such as
sexual harassment, power harassment, drug abusement and so on.

So, it's annoying if I just end up giving up now. Knowing that I'm doing useless and
meaningless resistance, I still have to continue my negotiation. If I don't, then all my
effort would go for nothing.

"... in that case, how about as an individual? Would Hayama Hayato, as an individual
without any titles, help out with us?"

"Helping you as an individual would be the most unwilling thing for me to do."

Hayama tilted his face, expressing genuine unwillingness deep from heart. His
expression looked like the one that a boxer would make after his liver gets punched and
gouged out. Okay, now it's the time to attack!

"It's also okay if we can just borrow your name."

"Doesn't look like I'm ever going to have it back."

"Ah... you are right..."

Punched right into my face by his sharp and eloquent argument, I dropped my jaw. He's
right. If I get to borrow Hayama's name I'd use every inch of it, Just like borrowing a
stamp and use it to apply for a loan and buy a house.[49] Good for you Zaimokuza, you get
to buy a new apartment!

While I nodded to myself, Hayama looked at me and rolled his eyes.

"I cannot accept this. You are the type of person who would borrow a game, write your
own name on it and even sell it later! I hate that so much."

"Don't get me wrong. I won't do it. I don't even have a friend who can lend me a game in
the first place."

As I argued it fair and square, Hayama sighed deeply. Tobe was like "That's him! Those
who use markers to write stuff on goods and resell them on GEO[50] and then mesmerize
the buyers... I wonder if Akkun is still okay...[51]"

Instead, Yuigahama dropped her jaw in astonishment. She stared at us speechlessly with
her eyes asking "what's going on right now". Looking at her unbelievable face, Hayama
smiled gently and said,

"What's up?"

"Ah... I was a little surprised"

Yuigahama looked at and compared Hayama and me side by side, 'ehehe-' laughed
happily. Meanwhile, embarrassed Hayama had decided to keep his mouth shut. And then,
pretending to sit up straight, Hayama leaned his body aside and moved away from me.

Well, had I only known the kind Mr. Hayama Hayato, maybe the posture of ‘repulsiveness
against me' would somehow end up looking pretty nice. Hayato-san, you have quite a
personality.

As I was thinking that, Tobe, who apparently knows Hayama a lot better than I do,
proudly straightened up his neck and said,

"Well, it's because sometimes Hayato-kun you do say pretty tough things too."

Tobe smiled and tried to seek consensus. Trying to cover up and divert things, Hayama
coughed a couple times.

"To begin with why do you have to do this? I didn't hear anything about this 'stalking
horse' proposal from Yukinoshita though?"

"Of course you didn't. It's all my unilateral actions."

Hayama leaned his head slightly, with his eyes inquiring what I meant by that. I didn't
really want to explain to him, I answered him in only few words. After that, I stopped
elaborating further, resting my chin in my hand. We then entered a brief moment of
silence.

"Looks like you two are not working on it together this time... What happened?"

He seemed to noticed my unwillingness to elaborate further, following up with yet

another question. He didn't dodge his eyes away from me as he asked, but rested his
elbows on the table and had his fingers crossed[52]. His attitude looked like he'd wait
forever until I gave an answer. I sighed quietly.

"It's my own business, not something that you should care about."

The moment I said so deep inside Hayama's pupil something dark started moving. His
gaze on me stifled me. Despite so, Hayama shrugged his shoulders.

Hayama's didn't relaxed his gaze, leaving the atmosphere even drier. I could feel my skin
getting stung and burned by his eyes. Perhaps those sitting next to me could also feel the
tightened ambience. Tobe twisted his body uncomfortably.

Yuigahama had her eyes down by herself, yet eventually she decided to open her mouth.

"Yukinon... Yukinon wants to prove that she could do it on her own. Otherwise, she'd end
up depending on Hikki and me. She decided not to let that happen."

"...that's what she said..?"

Hayama swallowed his breath out of discomposure. Just to make sure, he asked again
slowly. Without raising her head, Yuigahama nodded.

"I see..."

Hayama sighed deeply and closed his eyes. I cannot grasp the meaning behind that long
sigh. Only from his action of biting the lips, I could tell that he is stressfully troubled.

As suffocating silence continued, I could sense that the restaurant was getting noisier.
Without saying a word, both Yuigahama and I looked down on our hands.

"Ah.... by the way, did you two eat? Are you hungry? Should I order something?"

Maybe Tobe couldn't bear with the awkwardness, or maybe he was reading into the air
and trying to do me a favor. Tobe forced his wide smile at us and opened the menu.
Yuigahama looked at me implying "what should we do?". I shook my head in response.

"No, it's fine. I am about to head out."

Refraining from putting it into words, I used my eyes and mouth movement to express
my gratefulness to Tobe, though I'm not sure if he'd get it. Tobe was like "O, oh..."
seemingly confused.

After we broke the silence, Hayama sighed shortly.

"I will help out with the prom itself. However, I will NOT assist you as an individual nor
as part of Club President Association. I won't dissuade other CPA members from helping
out as individuals. That's my compromise."
Without looking at me directly, Hayama fixed his eyes on the cup in front of him.
Hayama's pupil reflected darkness and turmoil, and deep inside there was no light.

"...well, that's what I guessed. It's enough."

As I spoke, Yuigahama looked at me uneasily and anxiously.

"Hikki, are you sure?"

"Yeah."

I think it's no problem that CPA is helping out with Yukinoshita. It's sufficient just to get
Hayama's promise and commitment out. After all, my end goal is to make sure
Yukinoshita's prom plan takes place. They[53] made their wise move ahead of us, but it
won't change the outcome in the end.

In that case, I just have to make use use of other cards in my hand.

"I'm getting ready to leave. Thanks and sorry for taking your time."

I took the check promptly and left the seat. Hayama was hesitating whether to stand up
or not, sighed shortly, but then he gave up and stood up anyways. Left by himself, Tobe
quickly devoured the leftover doria, poured the remaining coke into his mouth and
chased us clumsily.
 6-4
After I paid the bill and left the restaurant, the night had already fallen.

Due to the commute rush, many people were passing by the station area. I was pushed by
the crowd and left alone walking by myself... maybe I should just head to the station for
now... hence I ended up catching up with Yuigahama and Tobe while pushing my bicycle.

And then I voice came from behind.

"Can I borrow just a moment from you?"

"Ugh?"

As I turned around, Hayama was standing there aimlessly. Surprised at us two suddenly
stopped walking, Yuigahama and Tobe looked at us, turned around and walked back to
us.

Hayama looked at Tobe and nodded with a little eye contact. Tobe picked it up. He
stretched his neck and said,

"Ah, hmmm, let me walk Yui home."

That immediately caught Yui by surprise.

"Ehh?? Why??"

"Why? ehh, ehhh? Why do you ask?"

While Tobe asked her back, Yuigahama waved her hand.

"Well, it's not like my home lies in the same direction as yours. I live close by so I can go
back just fine as normal."

"That frantly?? Ah, but normally you should take my offer..."

"Eh, ah, it's okay, really. Daijoubu."

"uppee-(crap)... that really hurts..."

Tobe was surprised by the unexpected situation and stood dumbfounded. Yuigahama
then took a step towards me and gently raised her hand up.

"See you tomorrow Hikki-, and Hayato-kun."

"Yep, see you tomorrow."

While I said so with a nod, Hayama waved his hand and said "Good night".

Yuigahama soon walked away, followed by Tobe chasing her in confusion and
dissatisfaction. Seeing both of them off, Hayama and I were left in the crowd.

We waited until we could no longer see them. I then turned my face to Hayama.

"...So, what's your problem?"

"Shall we walk as we speak?"

Dodging my question and not even waiting for me to say yes, he started walking. He
didn't tell me where we were heading to but merely suggested to follow him.

For a while, I followed his steps and pushed my bike without any exchange of words.

We walked into a back street one block away from the shopping district, and then came
out of a corner surrounded by trees. Seemingly an inhospitable place, it's a park
equipped with swings and a playground slide.

"Wait here for a moment."

"eh, hey..."

I was gonna stop him but he quickly ran away somewhere. It can't be helped, so I parked
my bicycle and sat down on a bench in a gazebo.

There's nobody here other than me. The park was really quiet. There's nothing much
surrounding the park, leaving chilly wind blowing freely. I closed up my coat collar,
tightened my scarf and put my hands into the pocket. I waited for Hayama with my body
shaking and clattering.

After breathing in and out a couple times, I heard sounds of trampled sand coming from
my back. I turned around and saw Hayama holding coffee cans and walking back towards
me.

"Get ready."

As he spoke, he threw one of the cans over at me. I quickly took my hands out of pocket
in panic and somehow managed to catch it.

"That was dangerous... Can't you just pass it over normally?"

Following my bad attitude, however, was a relieving breath from my mouth. I could feel
the warmth transmitting into my palms. 'Eh, hot!!' I mumbled. It's about time to drink, so
I opened the can and started drinking sip by sip.

Hayama, who looked at me and smiled in satisfaction, sat down on the bench next to the
one I sat on. He first warmed his hands with the can, and soon also started drinking like
me. After a brief sigh, he began to talk in scattered words.

"I’ve come to remember things from the past."

"What thing?"

I peeked at his face from aside. Hayama leaned his body slightly forward and stared at
his hand holding the coffee can. Light coming from the street lamps shed on his face,
casting shadows on the ground.

"... Things from the past. You know back in elementary school, she was isolated by others,
right? Back then, she said something similar... 'I can do it just by myself. I do not want to
rely on you. I do not need your help.'"

"Huh... I felt like I heard about that from somewhere, maybe."

"Yeah... Hence I came to remember it."

Acknowledging my back-channeling, half-joking speech, Hayama raised his head up a

little bit and replied to me in smile. Nevertheless, his delightful attitude quickly faded
out.

"...I wasn't able to do anything for her back then."

Just like his falling voice, his eyes also looked down on the ground.

"No, that's not accurate. In retrospect from the outcome, it ended up being a lot worse
and awful. I offered my help halfway in the middle without wrapping it up, which caused
even more damage. I was thinking that back then - I should have helped and gave it
everything I had."

Hayama cast his self-loathing smile at me, eyes turning gloomy. I shrugged my shoulders.

"What is this? Repentance? You should do that facing a wall."

"They are about the same."[54]

Saying so in a half-joking fashion, Hayama, whose face illustrated by the street light,
lowered his eyelashes with an apologizing face. In contrary to that face, the steel can was
shaking in his hand. Cold wind started to blow at us again but that's definitely not why he
was shaking.
Besides, I can sense regretfulness and anger leaking from inside him.

I recalled that day in that summer when Hayama and Yukinoshita had a conversation. It's
not like I asked them to know precisely what they talked about, but at my best guess, it's
probably about what happened to them in the past being repeated exactly as with
Tsurumi Rumi, who was isolated likewise.

It's not hard to imagine the young Yukinoshita Yukino standing out from all other kids in
the crowd, thanks to her beauty, temperament and intelligence. It's also easy to imagine
how someone as unique and special as Yukinoshita would be treated by the kids groups.

In that situation, as Yukinoshita's childhood friend[55], Hayama Hayato took actions that
were deemed to be the worst that one could ever conceive - in the most straightforward
words, he tried to 'set her up to be friendly with' and made attempts 'to integrate her
into' those girl-only groups.

Unfortunately, that only brought him more trouble and displeasure. Of course, what a
classic Hayama move, not to mention that it all happened during the time when kids
were the most excessively emotional beings. It doesn't make sense to demand self-
control from kids, as it simply won't work.

There's no way for me to know whether Hayama back then was smart enough to notice
it, but I'm quite sure the Hayama now would deem his actions as awfully stupid and
inappropriate.

"I really should have poured in all my effort to help her out back then. In that case,..."

If that were the case, what would have happen...!? That really touched my nerves. Hence I
narrowed my eyes and said,

"How's your 'what-ifs' supposed to be meaningful now??"

"At the very least, I am very aware and have made it clear to you that it's also against my
will for her to end up like this."

Taken my stares, Hayama laughed bitterly with self-mockery. The usual 'cool and
refreshing' part of him was all gone, leaving only a gloomy eyes, in which only bad
feelings and regrets resided.

"You shouldn't give up midway, like I did. Face it seriously. I didn't have that motivation
and the resolution back then. But you are different, right?"

His words jabbing about the future, his imploring eyes, his mouth that spoke of the past
that I didn't know of - all irritated me so much. I bit my teeth hard and said,
"That was your regrets! You own them. Don't entrust them to me so lightheartedly!"

Without noticing it, my words got sharp and my eyes stared at Hayama angrily. Hayama
then quickly looked down.

"You are absolutely right... I own my own regrets. I have been regretting the moment it
happened until now. I am unable to forget any bit of it. It always came back at me... I was
stuck there ever since, without making any progress."

Suppressing his pain that seemed to tear his breast off, Hayama groaned bitterly. His
used-to-be-handsome face warped out of pain, forcing voices out of his throat as if blood
was going to come out.

What would have those friendly buddies of Hayama reacted had they seen him now.
Disappointed? Or sympathetic? Or even disdainful?

Notwithstanding, I am jealous of him. Looking at his regretful face, I only feel jealousy.

I could see how deep it got inscribed in his mind, as he treasured it so dearly, so much
that he would never forget about it and kept thinking about it the rest of his life.

I would not treat that feeling as regrettable at all.

His suffering posture was so 'shiny' that my eyes had to dodge away. Thereupon, Hayama
suddenly stepped on the sand and turned his face to me. He couldn't allow himself to
look away from me anymore.

"Hikigaya... You are doing it the wrong way. You shouldn't have to resort to this way."

This time, I can't dodge my eyes nor can I turn my face away. So I closed my eyes.

Nobody else but you.

Nobody else but you said that to me.

His words were hopelessly correct, ambiguous, and whatever.

I'm glad that I know you, Hayama Hayato.

You cannot overlook actions that hurt others. You will not forgive those who hurt others.
Therefore, you are the one whom you will never forgive yourself.

Bearing the hope that not a single person gets hurt, but ended up hurting the most
important person. Even so, he couldn't defy or betray the image that he and other have
set up for him. In the end, being forced into an impasse by yourself, you showed me that
painful face and spoke of these meaningless but sounding arguments. Even until now,
you are still hurting yourself.

Knowing that he couldn't do it, knowing that I couldn't do it, nevertheless he still couldn't
help but ask me.

I hated this part of him so much, hated it from my heart.

I really hated it.

So, I've found my words to say.

If it's someone else then for sure I wouldn't have said it.

It's because you shared so much sympathy with me but still didn't understand it that I
have to tell you. I had to say because they are the same thing but not one single thing, and
so much of the two are the same but you won't forgive the tiny part that's different
between the two. Therefore, I had to speak out, to someone like you who committed to
never doing the wrong thing and always doing the right thing.

"Shut up! I know what I am doing!"

I knew I was doing the seemingly wrong thing. But I had no other choice. I did not know
of any other ways.

Without doing it that way, *we* wouldn't be able to understand or communicate with
each other.

There's only one thing that I could do.

Only one thing.

"I know it all. Knowing it I've come this far. There's no other ways to prove it."

As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw white steams coming out of my mouth and gradually
dissolved into the air, just like what I just said.

"... What are you trying to prove?"

Hayama directed his staring eyes at me. It's troublesome for me to be asked with that
serious face. I hadn't been able to provide any good counter-arguments.

Should I just fabricate something? Or just prevaricate it? Or just make a bluff? I thought
about it briefly and eventually just spoke out what I had in my heart along with my
breaths.

"If she didn't demand any help from me, but I'm offering my one-sided help anyways,
then this is not codependence. I want to be able to prove that."

As I said so, I began smiling naturally.

Maybe surprised by what I just said, or maybe even astonished at my smiley face,
Hayama blinked his eyes and gave a bitter smile while losing strength on his shoulders.

"Hikigaya, do you know what that feeling is called?"

"Of course, it's called ‘guy’s stubbornness’."

I boasted with my face twisted.

 Interlude 5

Though he’d left, I hadn’t stood up from the park bench.

I have no words to respond with if you say such a big lie with that expression.

In the end, we didn’t exchange any other words and he drank the rest of his canned
coffee before saying “later” in a small voice that could have been mistaken for the wind
and leaving. Maybe he’d just run away from being unable to bear the embarrassment.

Thanks to that I was left alone in the park.

I hate him after all. I seriously can’t forgive myself for having been shaken by those
words even for a moment.

I don’t know how many times I’ve deeply sighed and looked at the phone that’s remained
in my hands. To be honest, I just wasn’t in the mood to have to be the one to make the
call.

But, if I didn’t confirm it, neither me, nor him, nor her would be able to move on forward.
In the words of his grand lie, even I have something called a man’s stubbornness.

With my fingers frozen due to being exposed to the blowing wind for a while, I pushed
the buttons on the phone to make the call. While praying she doesn’t even answer the
call.

However, she would definitely answer during this time. At the same time I thought that,
the call connected and I heard a long voice coming from the other end.

“Hel–loo”

I replied with the words I’d prepared.

“Can we meet up now?”

“...Yeah. Sure.”

In that short moment of silence, it seemed she’d sensed something. She was as observant
as usual it was seriously troubling. I’d never been able to hide anything from her. It’d
surely be the same this time as well.
While having a bad feeling about this as always, the call quickly disconnected after two,
three business-like exchanges.
 Interlude 5-2
The designated cafe was the one she’d often used to come to.

After finishing drinking a Blue Mountain, priced expensively from a high school student’s
perspective, I ordered another cup and looked at my wristwatch.

It was already past the time we’d agreed on. But there hadn’t been any contact made in
particular from her side.

If I was even a little bit late when she was the one who suddenly called me over, she’d
phone over and over to tell me to hurry up. Despite that, this was how she was when she
was the one late. Because I was used to this, I didn’t forcefully call her.

I’ve asked her once before if she does this with other people as well. She proudly
answered, “that’s right”, but that wasn’t the truth in reality. Surprisingly, she was the
type of person who was very punctual. There’d been times she’d left far too early to meet
up with her friends and she wouldn’t thoughtlessly chase them up if they kept her
waiting.

But it looked like there was just one subset of people she corresponded with roughly.

It was possible for her to comprehend things like having a deep affection and expressing
trust. In reality, he and maybe her little sister tended to be seen in that way.

It’s just, an exception also existed. To those she’d hurt like a toy, she’d see them as
nothing more than an existence worthy only for her to sharpen her claws.

While I was lost in thought, the second cup of Blue Mountain was brought to me. Lifting it
to my mouth, I felt it was strongly more bitter than it was before.

At last, the sound of a bell mixed in with the mild jazz music playing in the background.
When I looked at the entrance, a rouged figure jumped into the shop at the noir keynote.

When she took off her coat and stated her order at the counter, she didn’t even show she
had to look for my figure as she walked straight towards where I was and sat on the seat
facing me.

“What’s up?”

I lightly shook my head to her question and waited for the Guatemala she ordered to
come. When she held the cup in her hands and took a sip, I finally cut into the matter.

“Co-dependence… Did you say that to him?”

Maybe because it was unexpected, it looked like she was slightly surprised. It was rare
for her to show that kind of expression that my mouth broke into a smile. She also
laughed as if to answer my question.

“...You heard? That’s unexpected. He talks about stuff like that with you.”

I ended up thinking about how I should interpret the meaning of that smile. Was she
simply just amused by the unexpectedness of his actions, or could it be she was laughing
in contempt at the fact he would tell that to someone like me?

Either way, whichever way, it wasn’t me who was the subject of interest, but him. That’s
why I should have been talking about him, not about me.

“No, he just said it in regards to another matter. ...But I had an idea of someone who
would instigate him into purposely using that word.”

“Not bad, super detective. You’re correct.”

Though she spoke like it was a joke, the depths of her eyes were ever so cold. Her gaze
told me she was obviously displeased at me interfering. It was a sign telling me to stop
while she was only half teasing. I dropped my gaze to the coffee cup in my hand as soon
as I saw it.

“Why would you do something like that…”

“But it’s the truth.”

With a reverberating tone, and without losing any composure, she spoke as if she was
having fun. Only seeing her gesturing with her long fingers in the edges of my field of
vision, I let out a thin sigh.

“They were fine as they were. Just like that, little by little…”

“Isn’t that just a sham? I only want to see the real thing.”

A cold voice interrupted me. I was probably the only one who could feel it sounding like a
sulk. Because we’d been together for a long time, I could have just been imagining it on
my own, but even so, only I could understand.

As the coffee warmed my chest, I lifted my face and stared into her eyes.

“I think there are feelings that can grow from there.”

“Impossible. That’s how it was, no?”

She slowly narrowed her eyes and pierced through me with her frozen glare. The way
she said it overlapped with what she'd said that summer.

That glare, that voice, they always tied me down. In the end, I’m unable to move forward
and she was again stopped in place.

It never changes. To make sure nobody could hurt the things she held dear any further,
she’d hurt it first herself. And she would never forgive anyone that hurt it; not a single
person.

“Do you… hate __ that much?”

I didn’t ask who she hated.

As if she was caught off guard, she blinked her eyes. But she soon smiled as if she was
satisfied.

“No, I like __ very much.”

She rested her chin on her hands, looked up at me with her moist eyes, and smiled
alluringly with her light crimson lips.

This is a curse.

I just couldn’t get an opportunity to atone.

That’s why I pushed it onto him. At least they alone would be able to.

Ah, I’m sincerely envious.

They are beings that can’t not be together, and there would be nothing that made them
happier even if they fell into hell together.

Even if it was a sham, if there was only one distorted sham in this world, then nobody
should be able to call it a fake.

If, just if, I put a hand on it, I’d surely give this distorted shape one name.

That’s why I’m still regretting to this day.

That time, if I’d helped with everything I had.

If I’d done that...

Would you have forgiven me?

Chapter 7: What scenery Ebina Hina sees
beyond the lens of her eyeglasses.

I hate going to school a lot.

Or rather, I really hate going to the classroom.

To put it more accurately, I awfully hate seeing Hayama Hayato.

Or even more precisely, every time I meet Hayama, my body becomes uneasy and I
stammer, but he, on the other hand, just acts normally as if there's nothing awkward at
all. I absolutely hate this.

Nope.

If I have to spit out the truth from my heart, seeing him wearing a normal face, yet
suddenly noticing him showing a somehow hurt face from aside, and in a flash it's gone -
the fact that I noticed this series of his expressions is absolutely disgusting for me.

Because we parted from each other yesterday without finishing our words but merely
making excuses, I was not able to identify what type of reaction he was holding then - he
opened his mouth widely, with a surprised face as if seeing some endangered species. I
knew he was going to soon say something very annoying, so I quickly ran away from the
scene.

In the morning at the classroom, as I looked furtively at the window in the back, I could
see Hayama and others chatting cheerfully as usual. I laid my face down on the desk
immediately then.

The scene there hadn't changed a bit from the usual one,

where the sunlight poured into the room through the window, accompanied by cheerful
conversations and delightful happy faces.

However, just for fraction of a second, on that overflowed smiling face, I sensed a tiny bit
of worry and anxiety.

Perhaps there wasn't that much to read from the smile; or perhaps, just as usual, it was
simply that very same pleasant smile that Hayama wears all the time.
In that case, that tiny bit of worry and anxiety might just be my own interpretation that I
read from and forced upon him at my own will. Or maybe it simply came from within
myself.

For this reason, I did not want to have any proper conversation with Hayama at all.

I noticed that even though I pretended not to see it, but in the end I couldn’t resist but
see through it so clearly - a sense of disgust began to spring up in my heart. Maybe
Hayama was feeling the exact same thing as I was.

Therefore, in the end, Hayama and I kept on further misunderstanding each other,
without looking into each other's eyes genuinely, but merely finding mistakes from the
other and conflicting with each other angrily.

Because of the above realization, I decided to resist firmly against casting my eyes at
Hayama.

Well, actually it wasn't entirely a bad thing as it sounded. Thanks to this, I was able to
confirm one thing. Putting it into words made me further solidify my intention to carry it
out.

I wanted to brag and talk big about man’s stubbornness.

So, I idled my time away without looking at Hayama at all.

I raised my head from the desk and peeked at the wall clock. I sighed so deeply as I did
not remember how many times I had repeated this same set of actions. I stared at the
hands of the wall clock and felt like they had been moving a lot slower than usual.

Though I was sitting at my own seat, I felt rather uneasy and only wanted the school to
end as soon as possible.

 7-2
Come on, end of class, please come now!

Though I had been praying so, when the end-of-class bell actually rang, I immediately
dashed out of the classroom and went to the Game Club room; there, I made an even
deeper sigh.

It all began with my briefing.

"...Eh, so, Hayama said he won't help us."

As soon as my memory from yesterday arose, I couldn’t help but put up a bitter face. Yet,
it looked like everyone else's faces turned even more bitter.

"Whaat..."

"We are done for..."

"We have finally reached the end of our rope..."[56]

Hatano and Sagami both frowned and Zaimokuza sighed very deeply with a troubled
face. Only Yuigahama smiled bitterly to try to comfort them.

"Well, it's okay... We are still yet to talk to Kaihin-Sougou HS. Right, Hikki-?"

"That's correct. So, let's contact them first."

As I talked, I quickly turned my face to Yuigahama.

However, while dropping her hands loosely under the table, Yuigahama tilted her head in
question.

"W...what?"

"Eh, um, their contact..."

"...Huh? You are asking me? I thought you knew it, Hikki-?"

While still keeping her head tilted, this time she leaned her head in the other direction.

Then, silence befell.

It all happened in a flash - our eyes met and crossed - I quickly turned my eyes to
Zaimokuza, who then looked at Sagami, who turned his head and nodded at Hatano, who
threw his stares back at me. After our eye contacts made a loop, I turned my attention
back to Yuigahama.

"I see, you really didn't know it... I don’t quite want to reach out to them myself,... would
they consider it awkward if I suddenly call them...?"

Yuigahama sighed slightly exhaustedly, and then took out her smartphone from the
pocket.

It's all right. It's all right. All guys have undergone the exact same trouble as you were
experiencing at this moment. In any case, it would definitely be considered awkward.
"What's up with this dude suddenly asking me what's covered in the assignment...", - all
girls think like this. Hence, I cast a warm, comforting gaze to Yuigahama, who then
looked at me and said,

"Speaking of which, Hikki-, don't you have... Orimoto-san's contact?"

"I deleted it."

"You dele..."

After hearing my immediate response, Yuigahama immediately froze her hand holding
her smartphone and went completely speechless.

"Normally you would delete those right away after graduating from the middle school
right? It's not like I will see them ever again in my life. I do not want to waste the
memory space."

"That's not normal at all!"

I spat out my words but Yuigahama immediately denied them. Nevertheless, other guys
showed very little response, or actually, they all sympathized with my verdict and
nodded their heads together. Yuigahama then looked at them, twice again, and then for a
third time.

"Wait, what!? Am I the weird one here?"

Yuigahama clasped her head firmly.

"But didn't you exchange your contact information with Orimoto-san back then?"

"... yeah, just in case... I was kind of acting as the point of contact at the Christmas event.
But it's not like we talked to each other much either..."

Yuigahama's voice weakened as she continued to speak, with her shoulders dropping in
downcast.

Actually now come to think of it, Yuigahama backed us up and was acting as a point of
contact for us in various matters. She was also responsible for managing money related
stuff, if I remembered correctly. However, since we couldn't have a proper conversation
with those Kaihin-Sougou guys *at all*, we decided to instead reach out to those girls
centered around Orimoto. I had no idea how many times Yuigahama had met Orimoto in
person, nor had I seen two of them having a friendly conversation. If anything, I think
they had more awkward encounters than normal ones.

Communication Monster Yuigahama and Yes-woman Orimoto might not actually get
along with each other. Well, that's because their first encounting was kind of an
accident... I couldn't be helped, if I had to say... By the way, it was all Hayama's fault!
Preach it!! Eh well not quite, it's not like I had no part to be blamed for at all... Having this
realization, I decided to bring up my suggestion in a low voice.

"If you tell me the contact, I'll send the message."

Thereupon, Yuigahama looked up from her smartphone, on which she hadn't typed a
single word yet, and turned her eyes to me with a swollen cheek.

"Hikki-, you don't even use LINE."

'Ugu', I was tongue-tied immediately. Kids these days... Their way of communication is
already all high-tech stuff. Actually no, I also wished to use those Precure stamps too.
However, due to lack of contacts, I'm perfectly fine at the moment not using LINE.

Well, I felt sorry to Yuigahama for having to let her take the responsibility. Seemed to be
a little bit troubled, Yuigahama began typing and composing her messages on LINE. As I
was looking at Yuigahama doing her job, I heard some grumbles coming from nearby.

"How does this guy live a normal life without using LINE..."

"What a primitive man living in the stone age... A Chiba primitive man..."

"This guy loves Chiba so much that he hasn't evolved a single bit from Chibanian.
Because of the reversal of terrestrial magnetism, he didn't use LINE or any messaging
app. He has only been using carrier mail so far."

"That's not true! I also Web Mail and SMS."

I quickly jumped up and argued against them. Three of them all went puzzled.

"I haven't been using mail service at all lately..."

"Speaking of Jomon people, is the local one here called Kasori Midden?
"Hmm, looks like the time has advanced a little bit. Let's start using Hachiman pagers!"

The three glasses filled themselves with bursts of laughs while talking mindlessly
without caring about being offensive to me. I knew that Hatano says terrible things all
the time but now Sagami was also being a terrible human being. Even his sister is cuter
that way... That's a joke.

No no, it wasn't the right time to care about all of this.

Let me see. I cast my eyes aside to see how the contacting had been going. While
mumbling "ok, ok" at the same time, Yuigahama kept typing sentences on her phone.

"So... what should I ask them?"

"For now just send them the prom proposal file as an attachment. Tell them that we want
to set up a meeting with them with regard to the proposal as soon as possible. You could
tell them to bring up the schedule for either today, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"File as an, attach,..., attachment?"

Yuigahama just chanted 'File as an attachment'! Yuigahama was in great confusion! It's
true that the name sounded a little parupint-ish... O Yuigahama-san seemed to have no
idea how to send a file as an attachment. Then no wonder that she didn't know the
meaning of the word 'attachment'.[57]

Sagami could not stand to see this happen and pushed his glasses straight. He then asked
politely.

"Ah, you have to upload it to the cloud first. What cloud storage service do you use?"

"Sto...rage?"

Yuigahama waved her head left and then right, while Hatano made a long sigh and shook
his head.

"She’s hopeless... She definitely didn't understand a bit... Shall we upload it to Dropbox or
something?"

"Hmm... It might be easier for her to understand if we just do File Transfer, since we only
need to give her the link."

"Ah, that's true. Let me borrow the computer."

Zaimokuza crossed his arms and thought hard with his head tilted. To that, I snapped my
fingers and pulled over the Game Club laptop on the long table. I swiftly uploaded the
proposal to some file transfer server and obtained the link. In addition, I further
composed the message that asked for the schedule and sent it over to Yuigahama.

"Here, just copy and paste it."

"O...okay... At least I know how to copy and paste."

Showing a relaxed expression, Yuigahama smiled gently at me and immediately went

back typing on her smartphone. We just stayed there and all stared at her. Finally, 'fuu~',
Yuigahama sighed in exhaustion.

"Was it sent?"

"Yep, just now."

Yuigahama smiled bashfully while fondling her hair bun. And then everyone broke out
their smiles in satisfaction. What is this feeling of being the Princess of an Otaku Club...
[58] Even that Zaimokuza racked his brain order to assert his usefulness. Gahama-san,
what a formidable girl!

Anyhow, we just had to wait for the response from him.

Meanwhile, I checked out the website that they made and exclaimed, "Looks really good!
Looks so good that I want to try three more designs! Just let me see it by next Monday
and it’s fine!" and etc - what was this stupid business-client game we were playing.

Suddenly, Yuigahama's smartphone vibrated momentarily.

"Did it come?"

"No, it didn't. It's Yumiko. She asked when to meet?"

Yuigahama covered her lips with her smartphone and looked at me. It was about the
request that asked Miura to serve as the model in the photograph.

"Since the sunset takes place at 5:30PM, let's convene at 4:30. We could get our hands
ready and then wait for the evening glow before we start taking photos.”

"Okay."

As I finished my words, Yuigahama immediately started typing. I looked at her sideways

and then turned my eyes to look beyond the window.

Just according to my research yesterday, today's weather is clear.

There were some clouds here and there but perhaps that'd be great for creating a
beautiful evening glow.

After I stared at the setting sun for a while, I promptly began preparing for
photographing next.

 7-3
Soon after the sunset, the wind by the seaside turned more chilly and the smell of tide
stronger. The mild ripples hit the shore, bounced back and then emitted twinkling lights.

Being forced to squint my eyes due to the burning red evening glow, I put down my
belongings that I held in hand on the beach with a thud. We decided to use the gazebo a
little far from the beach as our preparation spot and there we began preparing for
photographing.

We borrowed a washtub and couple thermal pots from the school, placed them all on the
ground heavily, along with some body warmers that we bought from a 100-yen shop.
This beach was used as a seaside resort during summer times, with well-equipped
facilities like shower rooms. But now in this season, it didn't look like it was serving that
purpose at all. For this reason, just in case someone got wet or dirty, we had to rely on
our own washtub and warm water to gently wash off the ocean water and sand. We also
prepared a good amount of hot water needed to serve our dear models.

There, Zaimokuza, who helped moving stuff here with us, cast his eyes at me awkwardly.

"What a strong Assistant Director ability you have!"[59]

"That's not quite right. I hoped we had blankets and bigger bench coats..."

and tents, and a fire stand... Maybe it's finally about the time for me to prepare for Solo
Camp[60]. After all, we were talking about bring girls out in this place of chilly wilderness.
We needed to at the very least get those equipment ready. We wanted to be perfect in
our readiness for this kind of cold weather, but unfortunately due to lack of support and
money, we couldn't. So as I spoke, Zaimokuza held his coat collar tighter.

"I.. I won't give you this coat!"

"No need, thank you..."

Even I got so sickened by him. If he said that to a girl that'd be much grosser. Well, let me
check out how the models were doing now. So I looked into the direction where the
bench was, and saw Miura Yumiko trembling, holding her arms crossed tightly and
rubbing frequently.

"Damn! Cold, cold, cold! Yui, the body warmer, body warmer, body warmer!"

"Behind? Or the front?"

"Both!"

Miura rolled up the hem of her blazer and showed the back of her brouse. There,
Yuigahama stuck the body warmers one after another. The scene looked too immoral
and indecent to me so I sensed that I just saw something that I shouldn't be seeing[61].
Welp, I was paying very close attention though.

However, it looked like they were already done with their preparations.

I let Zaimokuza watch out our stuff and headed towards the girls with the camera in
hand.

"I'm really grateful for your cooperation. It really helps."

"...huh??"

After seeing me lowered my head slightly, Miura expressed perplexity on her face. She
gazed at me intently as if she just saw a muntjac wandering in a city. Hey, it wasn't that
surprising, okay? Recently in Chiba the number of muntjacs also seemed to have
increased a lot, too many that they always roar "Kyon-kun! Kyon-kun!".[62]

"Yoroshiku-!"

Ebina stood aside and waved her hands gently at me with a delightful smile. Hearing her
voice, Miura froze for a while, but soon came back to herself.

"...ah, um, well. I was asked by Yui, so."

She dodged her face away as if trying to peek at Yuigahama. She explained curtly while
pulling her curly hair. Probably because of the sunset, her face wore a slight flush. Oh
well, oh well! Looked like she was feeling shy and embarrassed, hehehe...

Hold on, not quite the good time to be amused by the situation. Time's limited for the sun
to stay above the horizon.

"So, let's get started, okay?"

"Ah, okay."

Yuigahama responded me with a nod, then turned her urging eyes to Miura and Ebina
and started walking along the beach. After confirming the feeling that I was trampling
sand in my shoes, I decided to follow her.

Immediately following the tide hitting the beach, I told them to stop briefly, and then
took a few steps back and hold up the camera.
First of all, let me determine the composition of the photo.

Using the wide angle lens, the evening glow should be captured as its main big subject,
with the glowing sky reflected and the pale ocean along the bottomline. The lens was set
to focus on somewhere slightly above the horizon line. Right in front were the sand and
the beach that began darkening, followed by the shoreline dyed in orange, and then the
red-melted cloud that created a gradation effect. Yuigahama and Miura's back view were
shown with slight bokeh effect to the right of the photo.

Two maidens stood side by side before the evening glow, yet each with a different pose.

Miura left her hands in the pocket and stared into the sun setting ocean afar in awe;
whereas Yuigahama turned her body slightly around in my direction as if she was caring
about something here.

While I pressed the shutter many times, I directed them their standing positions with my
hand gestures, and also took some effort to change my own shooting positions.
Meanwhile, since the air was quite freezing, both of them wore their coats and tracksuit
pants below their skirts... Hmm, it looks quite good this way... I felt like I just infiltrated
into an all-girl high school!

As I was thinking so and peeked into the viewfinder, Miura complained "Eh, so cold!"
loudly enough so that I could hear it, and turned her body around and stared at me
angrily.

"Hikio-, quick!"

"Yes..."

I held up the camera again.

The evening glow was drawn and sank into the clouds.

I tried to take a few photos, but none of them so far were satisfiable.

I bore the reference photo and its composition in mind while hitting the shutter button
but for some reason I still couldn't capture it well enough in the frame.

On a sun-setting beach, girls wearing school uniforms stood side by side - should be as
simple as that, but still I could not turn it into a photogenic scene. Honestly, I don't think
it'll ever look attractive. I would like to have it look like something that could be printed
on an H.I.S. pamphlet titled 'Graduation Trip in Hawaii', or like like some cover photo for
'We were here'.[63]

While I was holding the camera and scratching my head, Ebina suddenly showed up from
behind.

"Can I borrow it?"

Saying so, she just took the camera from my hand.

"Here, do this, this way."

She returned the camera to me after hitting the shutter button a few times. When I
looked at the preview, it turned out to be precisely the composition I had in mind.

"Oh wow, looks so professional...!"

"Right!?"

I couldn't hold back my exclamation but to express it. Ebina straightened up her chest
proudly.

"A~l~s~o~"

Perhaps because of her good mood, Ebina hummed happily and ran towards Yuigahama
and Miura. And then, she suddenly assaulted them in surprise, stripping off both their
coats and their pants.

"Dyufufufufufu. Isn't this better? Isn't this better?"

"Baka baka baka! Ebina you really are..."

Ebina pressed the resisting Miura even harder - taking off her shoes and was about to
even remove her socks. Is she a Datsueba?[64] The scenery in front of me almost unfolded
into a Rashoumon-like situation.

"Let me do it myself. I said I'll do it myself!"

Yuigahama distanced herself from Ebina for a few steps, took off and threw away both
her shoes and socks. Miura failed to resist Ebina, who pressed Miura down on the ground
and removed her socks.

Thereupon, I was able to respectively behold dear Miss Miura's feet. I felt like I was also
able to peek into her skirts in a glance, but then I quickly turned my face away from her
and timely pushed the shutter button. Hey, it's not like it! It was merely out of my instinct
and I just unconsciously pressing the shutter button again and again!

"So cold!"

"Cold, cold, eh, sands so cold!"

Yuigahama pattered on the ground rapidly, while Miura trembled and was bewildered by
this freshly surprising situation.
"Fufufu. Of course, as I expected, naked feet is the best together with girls wearing school
uniforms by the sea!"

Ebina put up a satisfying smile and walked back towards me. I know right... I nodded to
her. Ebina held out her hands to me - seemed like she offered to take photos! Thank
goodness. It's the best to just entrust the job to those who possess the photographic
skills and senses!

I handed the camera over to her obediently. After mumbling some terms like 'daytime
synchronization of the flash light', 'the subject depth of field' and such such, Ebina held
up the camera.

"Okay---! Ready?"

After hearing the call, Yuigahama and Miura stood still by the sea. Perhaps because it was
too cold, they naturally stuck even closer to each other. Suddenly and unexpectedly,
Yuigahama held Miura's hand and said something to her in low voice. Due to their
faraway distance and the wind noise, I was not able to catch any of it.

However, with their smiles that were decorated by secrets crossing over - that
picturesque scenery was so extraordinarily beautiful that it completely rendered me
speechless and stunned.

That was a short moment after the day ended but right before the night fell. The time
that we were spending now was perhaps already beyond our imagination and
comprehension.

As I was being charmed by the moment, Ebina sighed quietly and put down the camera.

"Later let's take some casual photos. Both of you can go romp freely now!"

Ebina shouted at those two and then handed the camera back to me. It looked like I
needed to take the photos from then on. 'Don't stop the shutter!' as I was told so, I had no
choice but to obey her. So I started taking pictures of the romping two.[65]

"Yui, you are getting me wet, you are getting me wet! Yabai yabai yabai!"

"Wait for me, wait for me!"

Miura and Yuigahama ran along the shoreline. Whenever the tide hit the beach, they
would scream in 'hyai hyai!' and ran away in a fuss.

"Yep yep, all good photos..."

While I was talking photos, Ebina next to me was already taking photos herself with her
smartphone before I could notice when she began doing so.

"By the way, you were also called here to be a model though!"

"Ehh? It's beautiful enough already with you two. I am too rotten to be a model!" (too
rotten sounds the same as ‘not enough (beautiful)’)

"Ah..."

"Well, speaking of models I think Hikitani-kun and Hayato-kun were also good choices in
my opinion. Ah, that's rotten...! And there, with Hayato-kun he begin to...!"

Rotturbing... Eh no! Disturbing giggles Ebina had, she secretly peeked at me and then
loosened her lips promiscuously.

"Is this kind of a sexual harassment?"

As I said so and took three steps back away from her, Ebina leaned back straight and
exclaimed in exaggeration.

"No problem at all! I'm not that sexy after all. I am not sure if sexual harassment from
someone who isn't sexually appealing can be still be called that way."

"What kind of explanation is that, I can't really answer you... isn't it still sexual
harassment?"

I really had trouble answering Ebina, since I never treated her as someone who's
attractive to me. By the way, now come to think of it, I felt like I started to think of her
that way though! That way!

That's true. To a girl saying things like "it's because I'm not cute~", I still had no idea how
to respond correctly. I bet in most cases flatterings like "that's not the case at all!" should
work. Yet I felt like the same scenario doesn't quite apply in the case of Ebina Hina.

While I was having trouble coming up with a proper response, Ebina cast her eyes to the
horizon afar. And then, suppressing her skirt gently, she lowered her body and squatted
down, resting her head on top of her knees. She then started mumbling in short words.

"... this is kind of annoying to me..."

"What's annoying?"

"Love, affection, sex, and so on..."

"Eh, well... I'm getting really embarrassed and don't really want to talk about that right
now though."
I quickly turned my face away. After hearing her say it in a serious tone, so frankly and
without any reservation, I started feeling quite uneasy and embarrassed. To me it didn't
sound like a philosophical discussion at all, but simply a half-hearted talk about the
reality. It wasn't a really topic that I want to be fond of.

Nevertheless, after hearing my response, Ebina shook her shoulders and smiled gently.

"Since we aren't interested in each other at all, we can technically talk about it right?"

"... well, that's true..."

Being told that way, I could not make any denials.

In a way, I trust Ebina Hina's way of taking her distance from others - not too far as
strangers but not too close to be called friends. She placed herself in a sweet spot where
relationships like acquaintance or neighbor were not easily breakable.

While keeping distance that won’t absolutely get closer, Ebina continued her words on
her own.

"Well, everything will be fine in the end, right?"

"What are you referring to?"

I was a little bit afraid of asking something that's too ambiguous or off the point, and thus
getting ignored by her, so I phrased my question more concisely.

"After all, Hikigaya-kun is different from me."

Perhaps I had heard the very same cold voice somewhere else. I couldn’t really see her
eyes with which she looked at Miura and other, but even so, I could tell that deep beyond
her glasses were her abysmal pupils that looked like deep sea.

"...did you hear anything?"

When I asked her, she finally turned her eyes to me.

"From whom? About what?"

Her pupils were so cold that it did not reflect any bit of the color of sunset. Nevertheless,
she broke into smile as if she was teasing me. That made me feel slightly uncomfortable. I
shrugged my shoulders lightly and looked down to the camera in my hand.

"Never mind. Nothing actually."

After I dodged her questions, Ebina turned her eyes back to the shoreline at Yuigahama
and Miura, who were still running back and forth like puppies.

"... I just observe you normally, and I get *it*. In some sense I'm also involved in it. Also I
heard things from Yui as well."

As I expected, you did hear things...

That was the reason why you felt like wanting to talk to me. I had no idea what she heard
and how she heard it, and had no intention to ask her for further explanations.

However, I was a bit concerned by her verdict that she just observed me normally and
understood. I don't think I'm a simple-minded human being. It's also slightly annoying
and unsettling that she was able to understand the situation that easily. After all, I put a
lot of effort into thinking and planning all this, but then you talked to me as if you had
seen everything through - this is making me quite uneasy...

Despite so, people always say 'Lookers-on see most of the game.' It's true that,
sometimes unexpectedly bystanders other than us could understand the situation much
better. Even much more so if that bystander is Ebina Hina.

However, I didn't want to ask her too attentively. So I put up a poker face, and asked her
casually while pretending to operate the camera.

"... when you said *it*, do people all get *it* and understand *it*?"

"Needless to say, Hayato-kun does, right? While, Tobecchi is too kind of that to get it.
Others, I don't really care... As for Yumiko..., let me stop here right now."

"Huh, what is that? That sounds scary..."

I totally forgot to keep putting up the poker-face and instinctively looked in her direction.
Ebina then laughed gently as if she meant to imply something from it. Once she was done
laughing, she looked sideways at me.

"It's not like I have any idea why things ended up this way, nor am I qualified to say or
comment on them. In any case, isn't there an easier way to approach it?"

I smiled bitterly at her words.

I was always told the same thing by someone, actually, by everyone.

Even one sentence is definitely enough to solve and end the problem.

Nevertheless, as simple and easy as it sounds, I would never allow it to be said.

"The easiest thing is the hardest. To me what I am doing now is the easiest."
As I finished my words, Ebina turned her head to me and stared at me.

"Pfumm, gross."

"...eh, okay."

Being blatantly told so in such an uninterested voice, I dropped by shoulders. Well, I'm
well aware of how gross I am, so I have nothing to complain about that part.

Yet Ebina's face didn't show as much disgust as her words did, but still filled with her
smile.

"Well, I can sort of get it. I don't really hate this kind of pessimism."

I nodded in response without speaking a word, and then cast my eyes to the surface of
the ocean where the evening sunlight glittered glamorously.

Perhaps our parts of our philosophy are close already. Giving excuses such as 'I am
rotten from inside' and so on, and the putting up a facade that we both painted and
solidified in front of others - these are the parts that we are able to both sympathize with
each other.

If I had to explain my actions in the words of Ebina, then the answer would probably
something similar to pessimism. I wouldn't say it the correct way, but it wouldn't also
diverge too much from the right one. That tiny little nuance has made me confirm that.

Ebina and I were different indeed. Although we sympathized with each other, we
reached different conclusions. This distance, in some sense, was similar to the one
between Hayama and me.

Despite being similar, or close, or seemingly the same, they were in fact different. Over
the past year, I had been trying to confirm that.

Perhaps, she and I are again, the same.

Instead of correcting Ebina's statements, I chose to stay silent. It was meaningless to try
to correct it at this point.

Mixed with the noised of the tide was their voices of happiness and enjoyment.

"Ebina-! Let's take-"

"photos together-!"

Miura and Yuigahama waved their hands widely at the shoreline and called Ebina loudly.
Maybe because they had been running here and there, the air that they breathed out
turned white, their cheeks were dyed in red, but they definitely didn't feel cold at all; or
rather, that was the only warm place.

"Yeah, coming-"

After being called out, Ebina quickly stood up and peeked quickly at me and the camera
in my hand. She gently tucked her hair which was trimmed down to her shoulders
behind her ears and smiled at me as if saying just 'Yoroshiku' to me. She then
immediately pattered towards them.

After seeing her off, I held up the camera.

 7-4
On the next day following our photograph event, the weather was as clear as the day
before.

The sun had already risen high, with the sunlight penetrating through the gap between
the curtains and eventually burning on my eyelids.

Today is March 3rd, Saturday, 10 days before the graduation ceremony.

More importantly, today is the sister of the world Hikigaya Komachi's birthday.

Despite so, my schedule was fully occupied from the morning to the evening.

Normally I would prepare a luxury present full of my love for Komachi's sake, and
celebrate her birthday with a grand party. Unfortunately, for the past few days I was
occupied and postponed by a series of dummy prom related matters. Hate it! I hate
work...! Just as usual I wanted to spit out this feeling of hatred and roughness. But this
time since I acted out of my own will to choose to take all this work myself, this time I
swallowed back all the pain, cheered at myself and suddenly jumped out of the bed. This
is the road that I chose to walk on myself so it'd be quite wrong to grumble about it
afterwards. Given that I was my own employer all the complaints and pains that I
grumbled about and words that I cried out would ultimately get sent back to myself. In
other words, self-employment is indeed very tough.

While my brain spun as if covered by mist that arose from couple days' of tiredness, I
headed over to the washroom. Even though the date had changed, the cold water that I
splashed over my face hadn't turned warmer by a bit. I then forced my eyes to open.

I quickly turned my eyes to the clock - it was already past 9 o'clock. If I didn’t hurry then
I'd probably miss the meetup soon. I climbed up the staircase, rushed back to my room
and took the school uniform that hung on the wall. I quickly put my arms through the
sleeves, grabbed my bag in my arms and hurried downstairs.

I was thinking about saying goodbye first before leaving the house, so I peeked into the
living room and saw Komachi - who was still wearing a pajama and watching TV lazily
while sticking her feet inside the kotatsu.

It looked like my parents were still sleeping soundly at the moment. In the living room,
besides Komachi there was also Kamakura sleeping by the window under the sunshine
and making a quiet snoring noise from his nose.

"So, I'm about to head out..."

"Alright, Itterasshai!"

I put on my coat as I spoke, whereas Komachi just slowly waved her hands without
looking in my direction and Kamakura hit the ground with his tail.

That was a scene that didn't change a bit from a usual weekend. Although it was her
birthday, she didn't seem to have any particular reaction to it. On the other hand, I was
so impressed that the field was so moistened with this much irrigation. Well, that's a
different kangai though.[66]

Nevertheless, no matter how impressed by the scene I was, I was still so poorly prepared
for any Komachi's birthday celebration whatsoever. Recently even our dinner table
conversations had been contaminated by topics related to my work, so needless to say I
hadn't had the chance at all to talk to Yuigahama about buying a birthday present for
Komachi.

Even if I wanted to celebrate her birthday after coming back home, I don't think I had the
time, nor the money, nor the spirit to carry it out. Maybe Komachi didn't care about it so
much, but for me I'd feel extra uneasy if I don't at least say a word about it.

"Ah... Komachi, happy birthday."

I coughed a couple times as I said so in a low voice. If I had said so while looking straight
into Komachi's face I'd be really embarrassed, but thank god Komachi was facing at
somewhere else... As I thought so, Komachi reversed her body and laid down on the
ground.

Then she rolled on the ground for a couple rounds and while keep lying on the ground,
she rested her chin on her hands and giggled.

"Onii-chan, thank you!"

Just a few seconds ago, she was facing away from me as if she wasn't paying attention to
my words at all. But as soon as I congratulated her, Komachi showed a happy smiling
face at me. Couldn't resist that kawaii face, I also broke into a smile. As soon as I did it,
Komachi again laughed with her nose - hmph hmph hmph... with her nose!? I cast my
eyes at her in doubt. She then began talking restlessly.

"Pretending that everything was just like usual as if nothing was happening, but as soon
as hearing Onii-chan's congratulations I quickly turned super cheerful... That scored very
high in the Komachi standard!"

That's true... If you hadn't said that it would have scored even higher though... But I
already knew that this was Komachi's world-class way of hiding her shyness. Because of
this, I was about to have a very tough time saying the following words.
"So, as for today's arrangement..."

"Yep, I totally understand. Don't worry about it!"

Komachi nodded and smiled gently.

"Yui is waiting for you, right? So hurry up!"

"... how do you know?"

I didn't say anything about today's arrangement to Komachi though... so as I asked her in
surprise, Komachi grabbed her smartphone and started flicking the screen.

"At 12am I got the HBD message from her, and then, she just told me about it."

"Ah, I see..."

Komachi phrased it as if it wasn't anything impressive, but that genuinely scared me.
How scary it is to have my movement leaked from some other source to my sister! Is it
not scary? Hey, speaking of which, Gahama-san, you seemed to be telling various things
to Komachi. I would really like to learn about the entire network - the source, and the
destination of this network of connections... However, I'd rather not get into trouble for
asking it the wrong way... Guy’s complicated issues!

As I was moaning to myself, Komachi bent backward, lifted one finger and laughed in 'fu
fu fu'.

"I would love to enjoy a birthday celebration and also really appreciate receiving
presents. But I'm okay with delaying them until everyone is together."

"...ah, right.."

As I responded in a few words, I suddenly began thinking myself.

'Everyone'... Who was she referring to? I could somehow guess but I have zero
confidence in my ability to grant her the wish.

Maybe she was a little bit surprised by my voice that ended up going down
unconsciously in the end; Komachi looked at me while still resting her head on her
hands. Her eyes were raised up as if trying to look for something. Our eyes met. I couldn't
help but begin to wear a bitter smile on my face. Komachi shrugged her shoulders and
began murmuring.

"Well, I'm okay if not everyone can come. I even consider it barely safe, in the worst case
scenario, to only have only Onii-chan present.”
Her voice were filled with warmth. Thanks to it, I was able to wash off the stiffness on my
face and responded to her with a light laugh.

"The worst case scenario...eh? *barely* safe?"

"I meant whatever, I don't really care much. By the way, don't make Yui wait!"

She waved her hand at me to urge me to leave quickly, and then started rolling back
again. I sighed deeply, as if I just let go a huge burden that suppressed me. I peeked one
more time at her and left the living room.

 7-5
Since I left my home late, I gave up riding my bike and decided to head over to the
meetup place by train and bus. I flipped and scanned through the materials in the moving
train carriage to get myself prepared for the meeting.

Partly thanks to Yuigahama's help, we were fortunate to be able to quickly settle down
on a meeting date and time. Since I felt it was quite burdensome to talk to Tamanawa, I
took it as part of my job to skim through some business terminology books in order to
increase our share of common language.

Soon, I arrived at the closest station near the meetup place, and quickly hurried over to
the community center where the meeting took place.

It would have been a lot easier if we could just hold the meeting in our school. However,
our school usually doesn't let outsiders in, unless by going through some official
procedures. But as someone who doesn't even belong to the Student Council, that'd be
nearly impossible for me to do. On the other hand, it would seem a little too informal and
casual if we held the meeting in a coffee shop. Considering the fact that we needed to
upload a photo of the meeting on the SNS later, a more or less formal place would
certainly be more preferable - just enough feeling of formality to make our dummy prom
plan look more realistic... As I was thinking so and taking my steps forward, my
smartphone began vibrating.

After I checked the notification, it was a message from Yuigahama. The text
straightforwardly wrote 'Expect to take a little longer?'. Thinking that this was pretty
rare for Yuigahama given that she normally types much longer messages, I simply
replied 'Almost there'.

In fact, I already arrived at the front of the building. I looked around the entrance and its
surroundings but was not able to spot Yuigahama there. It seemed that she already went
inside.

I climbed up the stairs in a rushed pace and then quickly headed over to the small
meeting room that we reserved in advance.

A few steps away from the room that I was about to enter, I could already vaguely hear
Orimoto's voice. Without double confirming the room plate, I knew this room would be
the small meeting room that we reserved. I knocked on the door and then opened it.

After that, I saw Yuigahama already in there, and opposite to her sat Tamanawa and
Orimoto.
"Ah-, Hikigaya-, long time no see-"

Orimoto waved her hand softly at me in a very delightful mood; whereas Tamanawa
sitting next to her crossed his arms, blew up air over his forehead, and peeked at me
briefly.

In response, I also greeted them lightly with a nod and pulled out the chair next to
Yuigahama, who then without saying anything out loud but only with her mouth
movement said 'Yahallo-' to me. Indeed, it would be a little bit embarrassing to say that
in front of other people, yep yep. Nevertheless, that way of secretly conveying things also
felt somehow embarrassing to be seen by other people still!

In order to cover up that embarrassment, I whispered at Yuigahama.

"Didn't we agree to meet first at the entrance?"

“Yeah… Eh, we met at the entrance first, and then, since it was too cold outside…”

Yuigahama fuddled her hair bun as if she was a little troubled by it. She put up a bitter
smile. Probably Orimoto talked to her light-heartedly just as usual, and then following
the flow dragged Yuigahama inside. And then just like that, before I showed up, both of
them probably had a not-so-close uneasy talk with each other… gross, I feel kind of sorry
for her.

“Ah, I see… I feel kind of sorry…”

As I lowered my head, Yuigahama shook her head and put up a gentle smile. Maybe this
exchange between us was seen by Orimoto, she deliberately clapped her hands loudly.

“Ah… Really sorry about that! Yuigahama was planning to wait outside there but I told
her to come in. It was quite cold outside, right? that’s also a preach-it...”

If you had to say that was like Orimoto, it was quite like her – frankly expressing her
apology. Rather than saying that she didn’t care about a sense of distance, she would still
try to approach it knowing that the distance exists. She’s been like this for a while.

“I… I see…. It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

As I said so, Yuigahama also nodded her head in agreement. Orimoto also smiled.

“Right, right! I also felt it was quite cold outside. It’s really okay.”

“Alright. Then it’s fine...”

Orimoto also put up a smile trying to cover it up, and at the same time fuddled her perm
back and forth.
How… how should I put this… This embarrassing atmosphere…. Just seeing Orimoto
alone felt like “Crap…” but then together with Yuigahama it’d turn into a “Damn, crap,
crap…” god-punch situation...[67]

Yuigahama and Orimoto both smiled at each other lightly. I was not able to peek into
what kind of expression laid deep underneath those smiles.

With that moment of heavily bitter silence kept going on, Orimoto finally opened her
mouth after spitting out a short sigh.

“Speaking of which, by the way, why didn’t Hikigaya contact us? The fact that Yuigahama
was the one that contacted us really freaked me out.”

Orimoto, who stared at me while complaining, filled her voice with dissatisfaction, but
what she said was quite jocular. Thanks to that, the tight atmosphere was able to loosen
up a little bit. I finally was able to slowly open my heavily-sealed mouth.

“Ah, well, when I switched to a new phone at that time, eh things like this and that
happened, so…”

I couldn’t just say I deleted your contact right into her face, so I just mumbled it through
trying to round up the story. Orimoto then interpreted it arbitrarily and then followed
me up with her yeses.

“Ah, the address book got changed right. Why don’t you tell me your LINE?”

“I don’t use LINE though.”

“That’s funny. Isn’t that an excuse used by girls?”

“No, it’s not funny. Eh, girls’ way of refusal is quite terrible...”

Judging from the fact that she mentioned it as girls’ excuses, perhaps it does happen
quite frequently around Orimoto… ‘Is that Nakamachi-san? I feel you~ That person feels
like that type~’, etc. I feel sorry for thinking it this way… Orimoto then tilted her head in
her way.

“Eh, what now then…”

Casting her eyes afar, Orimoto hit her face with her smartphone and thought hard.
Meanwhile, Tamanawa who sat next to her kept blowing the hair on his forehead, and
sometimes coughed once or twice.

And then, just as I expected, he looked at me with a very sharp gaze. I read into the air
and returned him with another cough to prevent Orimoto from furthering the
conversation. I then opened my bag and started grabbing things.

“Well, let’s put that aside for now… So today, I’m here as a representative of the
President of the Student Council, or rather as her deputy.”

And then, the thing that I took out from the bag was the main topic of our meeting today -
the proposal for the dummy prom. Though we had already sent digital copies to both
Tamanawa and Orimoto, I still wanted to prepare a physical copy for the meeting today.
This is an iron law for being a Company Slave[68]. RIP the so-called ‘paperless’...

“Recently we had been planning a prom, and gradually we had been thinking about
scaling it up. I’m not saying we are going to do it right now for this upcoming one, but
more like looking into it as an option starting from next year…”

As I was speaking, Yuigahama next to me looked at me in surprised in a flash. I nodded to

her in acknowledgement.

To us, this dummy prom plan itself was targeting the graduating class of this year, but
that was only limited to within our Soubu HS. In fact, the website that we were preparing
then did not explicitly mention whether it was targeting this year or next year, but
merely titled itself as the “New Prom”.

From Tamanawa’s perspective, they couldn’t possibly accept holding such ridiculously
absurd prom plan this year. If only we had enough time to do it, it would probably be
easier to get them aboard. There was no need for us to tell them the whole story.

Nevertheless, those small number of annoying parents from our school were only
nagging about the prom this year. For this reason, when there’s a new prom plan that
comes into the picture, obviously they are going to tag it along and start thinking about
it. Seeing a prom plan that they already dislike become even more ridiculous, they would
for sure stand up and try to destroy it right away.

In fact, with regard to the when-to-happen concern that I just mentioned, neither
Orimoto nor Tamanawa seemed to care about it. They took it for granted that I was
obviously referring to next year or even later.

Orimoto grabbed the proposal booklet in hand, and then made a sound as if she just lost
her incentives.

“Eh, this thing…”

The front cover of the proposal that Orimoto was flipping then had rather meaningless
characters and words printed in exaggerated fonts. With that Tamanawa could
definitely…! He would definitely get it all! While thinking so, we quickly turned our eyes
to Tamanawa bearing a sense of hope in mind.
Thereupon, Tamanawa carefully read the proposal page by page, and sometimes as if
finding something that concerned him, he would stop flipping and wear a difficult face.
And then, he just sighed deeply.

Eventually, he seemed to finish reading it and carefully closed the booklet. He raised up
his face and poured his stare at me.

“... so I have carefully read the proposal.”

While saying so, Tamawana kept tapping the table with his finger in a slow tempo. He
then blew up some air over his forehead.

“It’s good that there’s a lot of diversity in it. However, other than that everything else is
simply too abstract. There are so many needless things in it that the intention of the
proposal simply digresses from its focus.”

After hearing his words, I was so shocked that I had my mouth open widely and froze in
amazement.

“What… did you... say…”

He did not use any of those attractive foreign terminologies at all…? When I was still in
surprise, Tamanawa continued his words

“I think it’s better to focus on words that have better expressive power. You want to
make the proposal look realizable. Of course, I can understand the fact that you want to
incorporate a sense of ‘upcoming expectation’ for an experimental event. But
unfortunately, I don’t see any possible ways leading to it eventually.”

He waved and moved his hands about widely as if practicing Tai chi. Tamanawa said so
word by word in his reasonings, and in the end, pushed his forehead hair upward.

“For this reason, your proposal doesn’t work.”

Tamanawa’s eyes looked like as if they were implying “You have not yet reached that
stage yet.” in sympathy.[69]

Why did it turn out like this… As I was thinking so, Yuigahama looked at me in a ‘Is he
really this kind of person?’ confusing face. I shook my head gently in response, implying
‘I don’t know and don’t care after all’.

Following my confusion, I cast my reserved eyes to Orimoto, who then put up a bitter
smile and scratched her cheek. Judging from her reaction, it seemed that Tamanawa-san
had been like this recently.
It’s been a while since those who were regarded as ‘holding high consciousness’ had
been made fun of.[70] It looked like Tamanawa-san had been reading into this kind of
atmosphere from his surroundings recently and perhaps started to consider changing his
own image. In some sense, he had grown up and become more mature in a way. People
always say “One who has been away for three days must be looked at with new eyes…”
This saying describes him precisely… If I keep following his pace like this, I’d definitely
get GAAAAAHHHH! wrecked by him while screaming hysterically.

Wait, it wasn’t quite the time to be impressed by him. If Tamanawa refused to hop on
board then my plan would be all over.

What should I do now… as I was panicking, I started to shake my knees unconsciously.

Tamanawa kept tapping the table with his finger as if he was waiting for my response.
Yuigahama looked at me and then Tamanawa anxiously, and then sighed gently. Seeing
this, Orimoto couldn’t hold her laugh but let it slip away.

All these noises crossed over and became a disturbing track of cacophony. Its rhythm
and beat further accelerated my feeling of anxiety. In any way, I had to open my mouth
because I felt compelled to say something at that moment.

It’s truly ‘freestyle’ just to lash out words one after another that jump out my mind.
Words with high consciousness sounded abnormally harmonious with Japanese raps.[71]

“Your worry is the budgeto? But we used to having insufficient budgeto. So now we need
to use the gadgeto! Think about the scale and adjusto! All I want to do is suggesto!”

I did not think much about either the verse or the flow but just spouted out words at will.
Tamanawa nodded his head rhythmically and took it all in. And then, he waved his hands
in circle and soon replied.

“Your argument is only temporal. The content of your proposal is only trivial. In case we
need to work together, if not concrete we’d all get fucked over. Can you not see the
direction? If you can’t answer this then the proposal go boom disappear. So all we need
to do is to think together!”

Tamanawa rapped and explained it all at ease, making me rather speechless. Despite so, I
still responded.

“We also just finished our draft. We simply need a native billboard. Though the direction
is clearless, the concept only from Lincoln it comes, we then need to use our own hands
to build the nests. But, if there’s nobody leading we then keep unmoving. On the budget
we can crowdfunding, as long as it comes to people’s sight it’s relaxing.[72]

While I wiped off the sweat on my forehead, Tamanawa raised his eyebrows and listened
to me light-heartedly in a relaxed way. Confirming that it had been one beat after I
finished my rap, he flipped through the proposal booklet and tapped the part where it
was fully loaded by my counter-Tamanawa high-consciousness measures.

“Indeed there are some interests. But what I care are the excuses. Only small part of the
proposal is of importance. Other contents are just nonsense. If we do it together then we
work as a phalanx. But now we are simply inharmonious!”

I believed he just waved his hands around a lot faster than before, and towards the end
he pointed his finger as if he was firing a bullet at me.

Though we joked around at each other, Tamanawa’s gaze penetrated me deeply and
rendered me speechless. Indeed, just as Tamanawa said, this proposal took Tamanawa
too lightly. I took it for granted that Tamanawa would hop on board if I simply write
down a bunch of business terminologies without putting much thoughts about it.

Nevertheless, human beings do change a lot. After all, Tamanawa was taught a lesson by
Yukinoshita during the Christmas event. He should learn to change by then.

“Eh, well, that is…”

I gave up talking. Whatever. I didn’t have any words left. This guy was just as strong as I
expected. I was out of ideas. So strong… After I sighed deeply to acknowledge my defeat,
Tamanawa put up a smile full of his pride of winning it.

“That’s why your proposal doesn’t work.”

Being told straight into my face again so blatantly, I lost my words again. The game had
eight sections and two turns. Before even reaching the third round, I already
surrendered after taking a critical hit.

“Eh… What now then…”

As I dropped my head downcasted, Yuigahama, who had been observing our flow of
exchanges until then, finally couldn’t bear taking at it anymore and opened her mouth
carefully, half troubled half astounded. Orimoto instead had been looking at our
exchange and holding her giggles back. She quickly wiped off the laughing tears that
appeared by her eyes and took a deep breathe out. And then, she took the proposal book
in her hand.

“But this proposal looks quite fun still, doesn’t it?”

“Ah, I know right!”

As soon as Orimoto said so to Yuigahama, Yuigahama’s face quickly turned sparkling.

Orimoto didn’t put much into thought while saying so, but seemed to merely express her
honest interests in the proposal. Hearing her words, Tamanawa immediately put up a
gentleman smile on his face. Along with that he also snapped his finger and winked.

“That’s true. That’s also a *sorearu*!”

“Wut…...”

Just a moment ago he was arguing vehemently against me, but after seeing the reversal
of his attitude, I couldn’t help but show my surprised reaction, and then stared at
Tamanawa. Maybe he finally felt embarrassed by it, Tamanawa coughed several times
gently, and then turned his attention back to the proposal booklet.

“Of course, it’s not like we oppose this proposal or anything. However, if we do not stay
on the same wavelength from the very beginning, we will soon run into conflicts and end
up going into different directions. So, I think we should first solidify that part first.”

While speaking, he quickly turned his eyes at me. I nodded my head gently in response.

“Think of this proposal as our tentative plan. We just want it to look flashy. It’d be sorry if
it turns out to be difficult to understand. Therefore, shall we first set the practicality
aside, go back to the starting line and discuss from there?”

Laying my hands on my knees, I lowered my head a little bit. Yuigahama also followed
me.

“Please…”

Tamanawa then looked at us attentively, while Orimoto blinked her eyes. A strange
moment of silence befell and made me feel rather itchy, so I moved my body uneasily.
Orimoto sighed mildly with her light smiles.

“... sounds good to me. Let’s do it, President!”

Orimoto then hit Tamanawa’s arm with her elbow for a couple times. Every time
Tamanawa got hit by her, he made an indescribable ‘nfu, nnnn’ sound. Yep, I knew that
feeling. Back in middle school, with that skin-contact I almost died at the spot…
Tamanawa kept still there for a while and finally seemed to calm down. He gently
rubbed the place where he got hit and went back talking again.

“... Alright. Luckily we still have time. There’s enough time for us to discuss it more.
Bearing in mind that we want to realize the plan, we need to carefully work on the
unification of the understanding of the our goal.”

“Preach it!”

Orimoto immediately raised her thumb up. Perhaps Tamanawa got quite delighted by it.
He quickly put up a smile, rubbed his chin and leaned forward with his hands crossed.

“Speaking of the goal, there’s this story from the past. Once upon a time, there were three
bricklayers in a town… If you ask one of them, what’s your ultimate goal? How do you
think he would respond?”

Tamanawa snapped his fingers loudly, and then pointed at me. It looked like he was fired
up. Bringing up some business training story that he heard from somewhere, he even
intentionally wanted me to answer it. But, sadly, when I worked on the proposal, I
actually learned about stories like this then.

“Building a marvelous grand church that keeps standing generations after generations.”

Feeling sorry for my immediate response, I quickly gave the correct answer. Tamanawa
nodded to me proudly.

“That’s correct. While stacking the bricks, he says so. And then, you turn to another
bricklayer and ask him. What do you think he would say?”

This time, Tamanawa snapped his fingers using both hands and then pointed at me. After
hearing his words, Yuigahama looked rather confused. I shook my head to tell her not to
care about it. You lose if you get serious.

Knowing that my words won’t simply be delivered to Tamanawa’s ears, I gave the very
same answer again.

“...building a marvelous grand church that keeps standing generations after generations.”

“Right. He says so while keeping his hands busy on his job… and then the third person...”

Tamanawa looked around at three of us, then took long enough break, and finally opened
his mouth solemnly.

“... ‘building a marvelous grand church that keeps standing generations after
generations.’ says the third bricklayer.”

“Oh, oh…”

Looking at Tamanawa’s twinkling eyes, I had no words left to say but only surprises. I
wasn’t sure how Tamanawa interpreted my surprise, but he took a long breathe out in
satisfaction.

“We need to very carefully ponder what our ultimate goal is.”

He stood up heavily, and then turned his body halfway facing us.
“Do you know how we can defeat Disneyland?”

Without waiting for my response, Tamanawa began walking around in the room while
his shoes were making loud noises.

“If we take the normal approach, we will never defeat Disneyland, because Disneyland
has nearly reached complete perfection. So, we need to think from another angle - create
something that’s incomplete, where the sense of entertainment actually lies.”

Eventually, after making two circles in the meeting room, Tamanawa headed towards the
whiteboard. He started drawing some mysterious diagram on it.

“An exam where you always score 90/100, versus an exam where you used to score 0
but this time score 50 on it. Which exam gives you more happiness? What we need to
consider is not how we can gather 10,000 people, but rather how we can celebrate with
10,000 people.”

Tamanawa knocked the whiteboard loudly. Perhaps being overwhelmed by his vigor,
Yuigahama clapped her hands in admiration.

“Ohhh~ I got it!... maybe... in a way…”

I cast my stare at Yuigahama in doubt. She then averted her eyes from me and talked in
broken words. Meanwhile, Orimoto was playing her smartphone and nodded her head in
agreement.

“I know right! Preach it!”

Hey, you were barely listening… Despite so, what Tamanawa just said indeed wasn’t
completely wrong. The arguments themselves weren’t exactly unreasonable, if you have
to say Sorearu then it’s quite a Sorearu… By the way, I sense strongly this feeling of ‘you
are not in the right position to say it’... Maybe these high conscious people will eventually
all end up joining the IT industry. It felt like a CEO of some IT company just rolled a
gatcha and got a 1-star card.

Even after this guy stopped using those annoying foreign big words, the essence of his
arguments did not change a bit.

This was something that we hear all the time around Inage Kaigan. Perhaps the fact that
we considered it lack of freshness is indeed the proof of our growth.[73]

As I was thinking about these trivias, Tamanawa, who just a moment ago was talking
nonsense, started mumbling while staring at the whiteboard.

“... Looking into next year and beyond, we need to begin our preparation right away. We
have to stack our results one by one starting from now…”

After that, he turned his face to us, with a slightly bitter smile on his face.

Maybe Tamanawa himself had already noticed the emptiness of his own words.
Therefore, still he had been borrowing words from others. Yet, despite so, he still kept
praying. Once following the actions come the results, all the words he said must then
become Tamanawa’s own sayings. I looked forward to his future!

Despite of the enmity between us before, I still cherished the fact that only this time I
was able to team up with Tamanawa, not only for the sake of strong factors like the
dummy plan, but also for the sake of having a strong helping mate that can support
Iroha’s prom next year and beyond. Worthy of Represent Kaihin Sougou! As a ‘homie’
hyped with ‘hood’, I can almost call you ‘my man’! I need to take a ‘my man’ photo with
you![74]

“... can we take a photo of this meeting? Also, if possible, I’d like to have it displayed on
the website.”

“Of course, go ahead. Ah, in that case, maybe I should write it in a more easily
understandable way…”

Tamanawa agreed happily with me in consent. And then, he fixed a couple places on the
whiteboard, and then began talking stuff and circling his hands as if he was operating a
potter’s wheel.

Soon, before we barely ran out of the remaining time we reserved the meeting room for,
Tamanawa’s speech finally finished up. When we left the community center the sun was
already at the zenith, and the busy streets were decorated by its liveliness.

Before joining the crowd in front of the station, Orimoto turned her body around facing
us.

“What should we do after? Go home, or lunch?”

“We have some errands to run at our school later…”

“I see- then let’s leave the meal for next time!”

After Yuigahama said so in a apologetic tone, Orimoto frowned a little bit. Yuigahama
then joined her hands together and lowered her head in apology. I also bobbed my head.
Thereupon, Tamanawa next to me gave a cough to clear his throat, quickly took a step
forward and stood next to Orimoto.

“So, we shall dismiss here. By the way, now that both Orimoto and I had some spare time
after this, why don’t we…”

Slightly blushed, Tamanawa peeked aside to probe her reaction and mumbled. His tone
was quite strong in the beginning but as he went on, it became softer and softer. I was
not sure if Orimoto was paying attention or not. She simply nodded as if nothing
happened.

“Right, go home.”

“Oh, okay…”

Tamanawa only responded that, with his mouth twitching. But soon he pulled himself
together, slowly walking straight towards me while blowing air towards his forehead.

“... when you decide the next meeting time, could you give me a reminder?”

To be honest, we had no such plan, but out of pressure I had to nod my head in response.

I don’t quite get the situation but… Ganbare! Tamanawa-san!

 7-6
The school campus during the weekend was extraordinarily quiet - all sounds seemed to
get reflected and bounced back in void.

Starting from the playground, outside the campus the noises were all over the place,
whereas once entering the campus, I started to feel a cold sense of rejection.

Nevertheless, at the Game Club room, the atmosphere there was all fired up and felt like
a casino.

“... yay! Finally got it done!”

“Just in case, let’s do a test run and bring the website up.”

Hatana pressed the enter key and then suddenly laid down on the table. Sagami the little
brother pushed the laptop to me powerlessly.

I looked at the laptop screen to check out the progress. An official website that almost
matched the original specification exactly showed up on the screen. The main subject,
our stylish photograph, was also displayed along with some other information in text.
The only thing left was to add our social network accounts to it. It almost seemed to be
ready as the teaser website. I was quite impressed by their ability to produce something
like this just in a few days.

“Zaimokuza, can you try to publish something?”

“Okie… one sec!”

As I said so, Zaimokuza soon published quite a happy article full of hashtags. After
refreshing the page, in the SNS main body, along with a photo that we just took in which
Tamanawa circled his hands as if he was operating a potter’s wheel, an article titled “We
exchanged our opinions with Kaihin-Sougou HS on the topic of prom! From now on we
would like to bring more schools in!” showed up immediately.

“Woah, looks amazing! Great!”

Behind me, Yuigahama peeked at the screen and hit my shoulders excitedly. Being
slightly bothered by the close distance, apart from giving the laptop back to Sagami, I
also quietly escaped from Yuigahama’s hands.

“Okay, now let’s migrate it to production environment. Zaimokuza please take the job of
updating the SNS for the next few days.”
“Acknowledged.”

“You can count on me!”

Both Sagami and Zaimokuza nodded in response. Except one person - Hatana put up a
difficult face in front of the monitor.

“Is it really okay to look like this…”

“Yep, in terms of the content it’s more than enough already.”

We not only presented the accomplishment of our discussion with Tamanawa, but also
hinted that we might tag more schools along. That should already make us look like we
can no longer be left unattended and uninterrupted. Given that our discussion with
Kaihin-Sougou was described as being on hold at the stage of ‘exchanging ideas and
opinions’, we would have strong enough excuses to give if the dummy prom plan gets
abandoned. We should then naturally make those who complained about the prom look
like overreacting idiots.

Just as I was about to explain so, Hatano tilted his head and his eyes squinted at me.

“... uh, I feel like as the source of information the website might be a little too weak for
that…”

“Well, that’s true.... But it would serve its purpose even if a small fraction of our parents
see it. In fact, it would be quite troubling if more than necessary number of people learn
about it. I think the level of influence it has right now is precisely what we need.
Furthermore, just in case, I will set up a leak to the parents so we should expect some
reactions from them soon.”

Especially, that person who leaks the information was the most annoying part though…
Thinking about the errand that I need to run next, I accidentally ended up wearing a
bitter face. I couldn’t help but naturally break out my sigh. Yuigahama looked at me in
wonder. I continued my words in order to cover up.

“Sorry guys, just for the next two days, pay attention to the website and see if the website
has any bugs or glitches.”

Hatano nodded his head gently and turned back to his laptop. He then started talking to
Sagami about their next steps.

I looked around at everyone again and sighed quietly.

By this time, we almost finished dealing with the hardware part. It was a rush-through
product that might contain obvious flaws and signs of rough work. We nevertheless had
all tried our best. Actually, they all tried their best for my sake. Thanks to them, as long as
I manage to get through this weekend, what’s next should be more or less chill. I had to
express my genuine gratefulness to Zaimokuza and the two Game Club members.

“If things go well, we might be able to see results as early as the beginning of next week…
All in all, thank you all so much! Much appreciated all your help!”

How deplorable I was - only being able to say it in a low voice. Even so, I opened my
thighs apart, rested my hands on them and slowly lowered my head in gratitude.

Thereupon, Zaimokuza and the two Game Club dudes looked at me as if seeing an
endangered species. Only Yuigahama showed a satisfying smile on her face. Feeling
rather uneasy to be stared at, I cleared my throat.

“Well, let’s put our thanks aside. I’m sorry to bring you all here on a weekend day. Please
wrap things up if you wish now… In all, thanks for all your work!”

As soon as I finished my words, I took my belongings and quickly stood up from my seat.
It would be mindless for the employees to leave if the manager still stays after all! How
considerate and mindful I am! All managers should learn from me.

“Ah, wait.. wait for me…! Th...thanks everyone! Let’s have a celebration some time!”

Following me, Yuigahama stood up from the seat as well. After that, I turned to
Zaimokuza and others and raised my arm high to cheer them up. In response, Hatano
and Sagami returned ambiguous complicated smiles to me.

“No, that…”

“Well, I will give it a thought…”

“Alright, for now let’s say we will go if we can.”

Only one person, Zaimokuza, responded cheerfully. Normally that’s something you
would say if you want to find an excuse *not* to go, but in the case of Zaimokuza, he
totally would just simply go... Strange right?

After having their work done, three of them were filled with senses of liberation and
accomplishment. I peeked at them from aside as they began chitchatting. Then both
Yuigahama and I left the clubroom quietly.

Unfortunately that didn’t mean my work had been done. I took out my smartphone from
my pocket, touching the screen while walking. Yuigahama besides me was also on her
phone, and then she looked at me.

“Hikki- You have plans next? Or just go home?”

“Well, I have a phone call next… And depending on its outcome…”

As I said so, I kept holding my smartphone in hand yet to make the call. I looked at the
contact book displayed on the screen and sighed deeply.

Originally I was planning to call earlier and should have done so.

However, it’s quite normal to put off calls and messages that you are unwilling to make
or compose, such as progress report or notification of delays. For those calls that involve
apology or sorry, you would always end up delaying it if possible, a typical hopeless
procrastination psychology. In the end, when you are barely at the deadline before it’s
too late, you end up causing more damages. You knew all the rationales yet still couldn’t
help but procrastinate anyways....

But only for this time, no matter how much I hated doing it, as long as I had no other
choices, I had to resort to this way.

Suspicious of me, who kept frowning and staring at my smartphone, Yuigahama moved
her eyes back and forth between her smartphone and me.

“Calling… who?”

“Eh… the helper that will do the leak for me.”

After we reached the overpass connecting the special purpose building and the main
building, I finally made up my mind. Knowing that Yuigahama had been looking at me in
concern, I decided that it was the time to act.

Breathing out a long sigh, I turned my face to Yuigahama.

“... excuse me, I need to make a quick phone call.”

“Of course.”

I said my words with the implication that she should leave first, but Yuigahama just
stood there still, waiting for me to begin my call. Given that she already acted that way, it
would have been tough for me to explicitly ask her to leave...

It can’t be helped. I pointed at the bench in the middle of the overpass, telling her with
my eye contacts to sit down and wait for me there. I then pressed the call button with my
hand holding the smartphone.

After two or three beeping tones, the other end picked it up immediately.

“Hyahhallo-! How are you?”

“...I’m doing well.”

The person I was calling, whose name is Yukinoshita Haruno, acted delightfully as if the
conversation on the other day never happened. After hearing her voice, I clearly felt my
cheek had just twitched briefly. Because of that my voice might get a little too high, I
could hear joyful gigglings from the speaker.

I wiped off the unpleasant feeling of being seen through, and quickly resumed to talk my
business.

“I need to have a small conversation with you. Is it okay?”

“Of course. Warmly welcome!”

“Sorry for my sudden notice, but is tonight a good time…”

As I said so, I heard the other end make a sigh as if she had to think about it briefly.

“Hmm…… It really is quite ‘sudden’. Well, alright. In that case, can you come over here?
There’s a coffee shop right by the entrance of the outlet.”

“Ah, that outlet close to your place?”

I was still more or less bothered by the fact that soon after she showed a troubling tone
and then immediately replied yes. While trying to think of the place that she designated, I
replied to her valuely.

Meanwhile, Yuigahama, who was supposed to be sitting down, suddenly stood up, leaned
towards me, and stealthily placed her ear next to my phone. Being approached so
suddenly and unexpectedly, I almost freaked out at the spot, with my heart speeding up
immediately. Unfortunately, I was unable to shake her off, so I took several steps forward
to distance myself from her. Yuigahama then showed dissatisfaction on her face, trying to
approach me again.

Feeling suspicious of what was going on here - the silent attack and defense between
Yuigahama and me, Haruno-san asked me from the other end.

“What happened?”

“No, nothing.”

I responded quickly. Covering the microphone with my hand, I reproved Yuigahama in a

low voice.

“... what do you think you were doing? I’m on my phone right now.”
“Are you meeting Haruno-san?”

As I was about to go back to the call, Yuigahama interrupted me. Her voice was sharper
than usual. Her face seemed a little bit worrisome. After seeing that face, I was unable to
evade her question or put up a joke. I had no choice but to give a quick answer.

“... eh, with regard to the website, I think that person would be able to leak the
information for us.”

“It is bad... if I also come with you?”

Yuigahama said it with a voice sharper than usual. Her face seemed rather serious and
worrisome.

“Why do you…”

Even if I asked, she wouldn’t open her mouth. No reply. Her eyes were telling me firmly
that even if I said no to her she would still tag along with me anyways.

To be honest, I really didn’t want her to come with me. Every time I meet Yukinoshita
Haruno nothing good turns out in the end. I would really feel terrible if in addition
Yuigahama gets involved. As I thought so in hesitation, ‘Hello? Hello?’ with rather
irritated tone came from the speaker. Panicked and hurried, I quickly held the phone up
back to my ear.

“Ah, I’m really sorry… Yuigahama and I will come together then.”

“Gahama-san? Oh, sure thing!”

Without taking a moment to think about it, Haruno-san responded light-heartedly. After
we decided on a time and a place to meet, the other end hang up the call abruptly.

I put down the phone loosely and powerlessly, and glanced at Yuigahama, who was
holding the straps of her backpack firmly and biting her lip.

“Let’s go…”

After I briefly told her my words, Yuigahama nodded her head with a gentle smile on her
face. However, the footsteps following that no longer sounded as energized as usual, but
rather quiet and lonely.

Slowly, quietly, without letting anyone notice.

That sound was perhaps, very close to the sound that implies the ending is close.
 7-7
The sun set over the horizon of the sea. Only the afterglow was left spreading over the
west sky. Lit from the lingering evening glow, the streets were also brightened by street
lights and building lights. Shadows of the pedestrians stretched in various directions.

Although the designated coffee shop was quite packed already, thanks to the European
stylish decoration and the quietly playing BGM, the ambience there was pretty relaxing
and comforting.

I told the staff that I was meeting someone inside, then I was taken to an open terrace.
Chilling wind of the early spring was blowing over my skin. After the night befell, the
temperature went down by a bit, so there appeared to be a few customers here and
there.

Nevertheless, deep in the corner, around Yukinoshita Haruno was an empty area where
no one was sitting.

Haruno-san wore a dark red coat on her shoulder, along with a long skirt and short boots
on her feet. Over her knees she was gently covered by a blanket that probably came from
the shop. She was reading a book quietly under the parasol heater. She occasionally held
the mug to warm up her hands, and then took a sip from it.

I was amazed by her appearance, stopped my foot there and squinted my eyes. The aura
around her overlapped with a scene from some time ago that I hadn’t seen for a lot time.

However, I was only dazzled by it for a brief moment before she noticed us. She smiled
gently and waved her hands at us.

I lowered my head a little bit in courtesy. While she kept beckoning to us, both
Yuigahama and I sat down opposite to her.

“Want to drink anything? The bread here is also very delicious.”

I wanted to get it done as soon as possible, so I was gonna say the same thing… But then I
decided no. The mug that Haruno-san was holding seemed to have mulled wine in it.
When the red purple liquid in it was shaken, it released a strong smell of cinnamon.

“I’ll go with regular coffee.”

“I’ll… I’ll have the black tea.”

We promptly finished our ordering and waited for the drinks to be brought over.
Meanwhile, Haruno-san placed a bookmark inside the book that she just stopped
reading, putting the book back to her handbag.

“So, what’s this conversation about?”

With her body slightly leaned forward, Haruno-san rested her cheek and stared at my
face. Those eyes reminded me of the bad experience I had the other day. Her sexy lips
were accompanied by her smile. Her big eyes squinted like an arrow while looking at me.
She crossed her long legs on top of each other under the table, with the tip of her foot
touching my knee gently.

The words that I was about to say turned out to be only sighs. I felt my throat was
tangled and for some reason thirsty.

To be honest, I really do not want to talk to this person. It’s not like I personally hate her,
since I am not good at dealing with females in general. If I have to think, simply factor by
factor, then it’s not like I’m holding a grudge against her. No matter from the perspective
of her appearance or her personalities, I can’t say there’s only few parts that I like about
her.

But still, I was scared of her - like looking into a mirror at night, looking through the
opening of a door in a dark room, the uneasy feeling from the back while taking a
shower, such and such… It’s that kind of fear that you don’t even dare to figure out or
confirm what it actually is.

Whatever I put it into words, from that end, everything becomes tied up together. I feel
like being aimed at by something that I don’t even want to learn about - I was dominated
by this kind of fear and anxiety then.
“Eh, it was something… about the prom.”

While I lost my words, Yuigahama couldn’t bear seeing me like that so she opened her
mouth.

“I was thinking what it is… that’s the matter…?”

The delightful face that Haruno-san had been putting until then soon disappeared as if it
was all just a joke. Apparently having lost all her interests, Haruno-san leaned her body
back onto the chair-back.

“When you said you wanted to have a conversation, I thought it would normally be a
love-talk, right?”

Saying her words half jokingly, she shrugged her shoulder widely. Seeing that Haruno-
san lost her interest, I made a shallow sigh.

“When I said it’s a conversation normally it should imply asking you for a favor, right?”

I took a small sip of the coffee that was just delivered to me and made a light-hearted
comment. In response, Haruno-san broke her smile.

“What a business life you are living!”

“Well, I do hate work though.”

I muttered sarcastically with half of my face twisted upward. Soon I could feel that the
atmosphere was relaxed. Yuigahama sitting next to me also sighed in relief. How
miserable I was! It was good to have Yuigahama tagging along with me after all. Had I
come here alone by myself, I would have totally got caught into her pace from the
beginning to the end. Even if I manage to dodge on the surface, deep inside, my heart
would be completely captured anyways.

I nodded to Yuigahama to tell her that I was fine by then already. Although I wasn’t able
to easily dispel my sense of fear towards Haruno-san at all, I did not want to show any
weak and clumsy side of me.

After taking another sip of the coffee again, I took out my smartphone.

“I want you to properly leak this piece of information.”

I showed her the official website of the dummy prom that we just freshly finished.

Haruno-san looked at the website for a few seconds, and soon made a small sigh.
“Hmm… I’m not sure about this…”

“Eh… our prom faced very strong oppositions, so we wanted to consider something else
new.”

As soon as Yuigahama wanted to explain it further, Haruno-san put up a gentle, kind

smile on her face and interrupted Yuigahama.

“Kay, I understood that part already so it’s okay.”

It seemed that Haruno-san already understood the outline of what was going on after
skimming through the texts on the website. Thanks to that, we were able to proceed
quickly.

Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that I didn’t have to explain thing
in detail, I held my breath back.

Yukinoshita Haruno stared at me with her cold eyes. I noticed that and quickly lost my
words.

“What I do not understand is, why are you resorting to this way… Didn’t I tell you earlier
about the relationship of you three?”

Although her smiling voice contained her teasings, I could also hear the sadness that
almost conveyed a sense of hopeless with it. As if being tortured by its incorrectness, as if
being grieved over the mistakes, every single word that she said hurt me as if it was
pouring ice water over my neurons, freezing me immediately.

“You really have in mind that this is also for the sake of that kid?”

“... this really has nothing much to do with Yukinoshita. It’s not like I was asked by her to
do so. Rather, I chose to act on my own. So it was really just serving for my self-
satisfaction.”

I let out words that I carefully prepared beforehand.

I understood very well that as long as I decided to ask Yukinoshita Haruno to do the
leaking, I could no longer dodge this question from her. Therefore, I straightforwardly
chose to say it in the least mistaken way. Despite the fact that there was no absolutely
correct answer, I still firmly believed that I said was not the wrong thing at least. At the
very least, it was one of the truths that I believed myself.

Unfortunately, I didn’t think my excuse could possibly work for Yukinoshita Haruno.
That was precisely why I wanted to avoid this person unless absolutely necessary.

Haruno-san broke out her smile and took a quick sip of the hot wine. While scrubbing the
edge of the glass, she began talking to me slowly as if trying to correct my reasoning of
things.

“Yukino-chan did not ask for your help, yet you decided to act voluntarily on your own…
Hence like I said, isn’t it co-dependence…… Precisely just as the word suggests, right? In
the end, there’s no difference at all.”

I was unable to deny her statement right away, losing all my words. Yuigahama casted
her mindful eyes to me first, and then to Haruno-san.

Not only just Isshiki and Hayama, but I’m afraid also Yuigahama all had something in
their mind without saying them explicitly with their mouths. Even I myself had realized
that I simply treated it as a word-game, an excuse that I was evading from.

“Yukino-chan chose independence, wanting to end that relationship. What Hikigaya-kun

can do is to watch over her that way, isn’t it?”

Using her voice that could not be gentler and kinder, Haruno-san said so as if she was
teaching an infant.

I could no longer look straight into her eyes, so I lowered my eyes. What she said was
definitely correct - I ended up having a tangible feeling like that. I noticed that I was
already holding the sleeves of my coat firmly in hand at that moment.

“… I still do not think you are correct."

Yuigahama muttered. Though her voice was so low that could have immediately gone
with the wind, it clearly entered my ear unambiguously. I was not able identify her facial
expression since she had suppressed her emotion in her voice. I looked at Yuigahama’s
face.

Her eyes were not looking at either me or Hakuno-san. Yuigahama straightened her back
and stared firmly at one single spot on the table.

Haruno-san’s eyes, which had been focused on only me until then, finally quickly turned
to Yuigahama’s direction. And then, she leaned her head slightly and urged Yuigahama to
keep talking. Acknowledging her eye contact, Yuigahama began talking falteringly.

“It sounded good when you said ‘watch over her’, but ultimately the only consequence
left is us distancing from each other. Avoiding each other, taking distance from each
other. If we simply let it happen, we won’t change a bit in the end. In that case, perhaps, it
would all end up in tragedy - not only us but also the prom…”

Lit by the retro-fashioned light in the coffee shop, her profile looked a lot more adult-like
than usual, leaving a transient shadow. Looking at that beautiful ambience and her
peaceful face, my heart grew painful from inside. Or perhaps, it was because the ending
scene that she just mentioned was so easily imaginable for me.

“So, we want to stay closer even just for a little bit. We have to be involved. *It* was
something necessary in order to end *it* properly. So, so…”

Sentences that were fabricated non-stopped, word by word, turned into a long sigh in the
end. There was no way for me to know what Yuigahama wanted to say next. I also could
not read into her facial expression when she casted her eyes downward.

Despite so, there is something that I do understand. Actually, it was something that I
understood a lot time ago.

“That’s true… we need to end it properly…”

I wasn’t saying it to anyone per se, but I mumbled as if I was talking to myself.
Yuigahama quietly nodded her head to me.

Perhaps, we all had been holding the same wish that we wanted to end *it* properly.
After double confirming that, I was finally able to lift up my face.

As soon as our eyes crossed, Haruno-san put up a gentle smile, leaned her head slightly
and squinted her eyes.

“Does that mean any kind of ending is okay? Even an ending that is unwanted by Yukino-
chan or anyone else?”

“Yes, that’s okay.”

Without a slightest bit of hesitation I let out my words. Looking at my face, Haruno-san
swallowed her breath quietly in surprise. And then, killing the smile that she was
wearing, she asked me in a voice that was much colder than before.

“… just curious, why does Hikigaya-kun have to go this far?”

To her question, I was unable to give an immediate answer. It wasn’t like I was still
hesitating or wavering at that time, but rather, the answer was already there. It was only
because I had been already asked similar questions a couple times until then, and thus I
had trouble picking my words. Next to me was Yuigahama who stiffened her body there
and listened to me carefully.

Therefore, I tried my best not to lie, not to conflict with any statements that I had made,
and chose to give an answer that had my consistency in mind.

“It was perhaps just … the spirit of volunteering. A heart that desires helping each other.
Do we need any reason to help others?”
Forcing out my words shamelessly, the chair next to me began shaking. I could tell that
Yuigahama’s shoulders just lost its strength. Haruno-san sighed shortly and turned her
face up to the sky.

“You are quite an interesting person.”

“If you had to say so, then at least I want you to laugh at the same time.”

I wasn’t sure whether Haruno-san had noticed it or not, but her face had no signs of a
smile at all. Only her voice resonated. After I pointed it out, Haruno-san finally broke her
smile out as if she just realized it.

“Telling only the lies… Not saying a single word of truth.”

“Whether it’s real or fake. I really don’t have anything to say in particular. Even if I do…”

I swallowed back what I wanted to say, I changed my words to something else.

“…you are not the person that I would tell.”

“……… that’s true…”

Haruno-san squinted her eyes as if she suddenly saw something very dazzling in a flash.
Without changing the smile on her face, she responded to me half-jokingly. Nevertheless,
her voice was somehow accompanied with a very chilling tone, followed by a dry and
small sigh after. Perhaps she knew it already. Her hand reached out to the mug. She
drank up the beverage inside that already turned cold and wiped her lips with her finger
tip. Nodded her head as if she just got ready to talk again, she raised her face up and put
up a gentle smile.

“I will do the favor for you and help you with the leaking with my best effort.”

“Thank you.”

Both Yuigahama and I lowered our heads. Haruno-san then rested her cheek on one hand
and began touching her smartphone screen with the other hand.

“However, it’s still tough with just this little help?”

Being told so unexpectedly, I became a little bit confused. Seeing my reaction, Haruno-
san smiled naughtily.

“Although you have already gathered all necessary elements, the people that you are
dealing with can’t really be argued with proper reasonings, right? Furthermore, your real
opponent is my mother…”
“Eh… that’s true…”

Thinking about the Yukinoshita sisters’ mother made both Yuigahama and I look at each
other and smile bitterly.

Just as I expected, if a certain number of parents want to express their complaints about
the dummy prom, they would do so via that mother that served as their representative.
Then naturally I would become the person bearing the responsibility from the students’
side.

Coming to think of the confrontation that happened the other day, to be honest I didn’t
believe I could possibly win the argument by either appealing logically or lyrically.[75]

While I frowned and mumbled my words out, Haruno-san stretched herself and yawned
uninterestedly. She then continued her words as if it was just a follow-up byproduct of
her yawn.

“But as long as you bring up the conversation with her, I think there should be a way
around it, right…? I don’t think that person really cares about proms and stuff in the
end.”

I was not able to grasp the intention or the connotation of her words, so I leaned my head
in question. However, Haruno-san had no intention to elaborate on it further. Rather, she
began looking at the drinking menu and humming with her nose.

“... well, I will try my best.”

“Yep, please do.”

I took her carelessly phrased words of encouragement which she said without even
looking at me. I then ran out of words to say.

Considering the time by then, I thought it was just about the right time to go. I told
Yuigahama that it was about the time to leave using only eye contact. She nodded in
reply.

“... It’s about time for us to leave now. I’m sorry for taking your time!”

“Thank you very much for your time!”

“No problem. Seeya.”

When we both stood up from the chairs, Haruno-san waved her hand gently at us. Given
that she already pulled out the drinking menu at hand, it seemed that she still intended
to stay there longer.
After nodding to her in courtesy, we both left the coffee shop.

The distance from the coffee shop to the station was quite short. On a weekday it would
have been the rush hour then. On a Saturday like today, since there wasn’t any
prominent event happening then, it wasn’t as crowded at all.

We finally reached the station plaza that also served as a small bus terminal, I looked at
Yuigahama in question of what to do next.

Ever since we left the coffee shop Yuigahama had been silent along the way, as if she had
been thinking of something all along. As I was concerned by that, I quickly peeked at her
face. Yuigahama then put up an exhausted smile on her face.

She soon suddenly stopped walking and opened her mouth in difficult.

“...just now, what was the ‘co-dependence’ that Haruno-san mentioned about?”

Despite the troubled smile that she put up, her voice was rather serious. Unable to dodge
her question, I sat down on a bench nearby and tried to look for words to say. Yuigahama
also sat next to me, holding her backpack to her chest.

“It’s kind of hard to explain… … you do somehow understand the ‘dependence’ part,
right?”

To my question, Yuigahama nodded her head and tried to bury her face into the
backpack she was hugging. I responded with a light smile and continued my words. I
tried to explain it plainly, without using terminologies and omitting the nitty-gritty
details if possible.

“To put simply, co-dependence means that the person who *is relied on* is fine with
his/her role of being depended on, maybe. Knowing that he/she is deemed needed, the
person who is depended on finds his/her value and gain satisfaction and peace of mind
out of it… In the end, both the dependent and the dependee become unwilling to get out
of this situation.”

While I was explaining, I noticed that my voice dropped suddenly. The more I thought
about it the more I noticed myself fitting exactly into that definition. Gradually I started
feeling bitterness in my mouth.

Perhaps Yuigahama was also reminded of something. She bit her lips slightly.

“That, isn’t something good, right…”

“...well, it isn’t exactly wholesome, I guess…”

--- therefore, that is, perhaps, as wrong as I expected.

After hearing my words, Yuigahama’s face turned gloomy. It made me grow really painful
to see it, so I quickly stood up from the bench as if trying to tear myself away from it.

“What that person said isn’t completely true, in fact. It’s merely one of the ways to look at
it.”

Thus, there’s no need to be concerned about her words - I tried to convey this layer of
meaning to her. I then smiled at her awkwardly.

In response, Yuigahama also put up a gentle smile that somehow felt sad and sorrowful.
She nodded and stood up as well.

Unknowing who had begun walking, both of us eventually arrived at the station
turnstiles. Yuigahama gently raised her hand and waved at me.

“So, I have to take the train now.”

“Alright then, take care!”

“Thanks. See you at school soon… Good night, Hikki-”

Yuigahama waved her hand gently by her chest. I saw her off and began walking off.

After taking a few steps, I turned back and saw Yuigahama still standing outside the
turnstiles. As our eyes met, she waved her hand even more widely. I raised my hand
slightly in reply. Feeling slightly embarrassed, I quickly left the station.

Becoming alone by myself, I hurried home against the night wind.

At this point I had completed all the tasks that I scheduled for today. I also finished as
much of the preparation as I could.

The only thing left to do, is to *end things properly*.

 Interlude 6

Another night that I can't get drunk.

Even if my throat tells me that the wine is hot, the warmth never seemed to drench my
heart.

Ever since that day, never once had I feel uplifted whenever I hold up the wineglass, only
feelings of hate looms within me.

As I swallowed up what remains of my fifth glass of wine, I reached out to the wine bottle
considering another drink, but my hand stopped midair as I was about to hold onto the
bottleneck.

The four-person table felt unusually broad, no matter what kinds of wine I chosen, no
matter how many glasses I drank, no matter who I called over for company, neither of
those seem to fill in this emptiness within.

On my palm lies a book that I read halfway through, I tried opening it, but neither once
had I managed to flip across the current page, and neither once had the bookmark left its
original position, even if I'm aware of how the story shall unfold at the end, I continued
searching for the true ending it deserves, which is why the story shall continue without
reaching a conclusion.

The one correct ending that has no lies in it will probably never arrive, but if someone
could at least prove the very existence of this possibility, I will probably feel satisfied
with it.

I let my thoughts flow into the already empty glass, and drank it all up along the
seemingly empty air. As my line of view passed through the curved surface of the glass,
projecting itself onto the empty seat in front of me, a beauty smiled wickedly through the
glass, as if she's making fun of herself.

The woman on the glass surface suddenly fades, to be replaced by the figure of another
person, as I took a better look, its the girl that should have went back some time ago. Did
she ran all her way here? I wondered upon seeing her shoulders moving up and down.

"Had you forgotten something?"

I handed her a woolen blanket, signaling her to have a seat, she then obediently sat on
her original position. As I held up my cheeks, wondering what important matter made
her turn back, she gripped firmly onto her skirt and the blanked underneath her knees,
she then said with a seemingly confused tone:

"I...I still believe that what you said just now was wrong...the co-dependency you told us
of."

I rolled my eyes upon hearing those words, did she seriously came all the way back here
to talk to me about this? I took me a while for me to have a clear image of the situation.

I see, so she was here today in order to protect him from me. Instead of viewing it as her
being possessive, to describe it as her being protective would sound much accurate.

As much as I wanted to praise her in a much straightforward way, now that she has the
guts to challenge me directly, it seems that I have no other choice but to accept it. While I
do not prefer to put the blame onto my genetics, it is true that my annoying side is
similar to that of my mother.

To be honest, I don't really intend to say such things to her. Its troublesome, and I don't
have that much leisure time to be wasted on her. I can't really get myself to do such a
thing either, as getting hated by such a cute girl is not the most pleasant thing to do even
for myself.

But compared to that, my refusal to leave a mistake uncorrected is much stronger.

As my frustration continues to grow, I poured every the remaining wine into the glass.

 Interlude 6-2
The contents within the wineglass turmoils like waves of scarlet blood, small bubbles
among those waves leaped up and down like my heart right now. After I scurried back
from the train station to here, words proceeded to gush out from me along with my
gasping breath.

'That's how I see it, the codependency relationship the three of you have.'

'Codependency', a word that I was never aware of before, and a word that I couldn't
understand at all. That's how I've always been, my inability to comprehend such complex
ideas, and my ability to act as if I couldn't understand it. Even if there are times that I
truly failed to get it.

But that term that she said, a term so simple to the point that I can't pretend to not
understand it, a term so simple that I can only understand it.

"Does that applies to me......too?"

My heart that should've calmed down by now started beating rapidly again. Even though
the answer was never something that I've never pleaded for, never awaited for, yet here I
am, seeking desperately for answers.

She started t laugh...then displayed a very concerning expression.

"Isn't it so? After all, Hikigaya relies on Gahama chan a lot too. In fact Gahama chan, you
enjoyed all the attention he gave, to the point that you're willing to do anything for
him......you know, you're sicker than what you think, Gahama chan."

"No...that's not how it is."

My lips are trembling as I spouted those discontinuous words, shaking my head. No, this
is wrong, something feels really wrong in her statement...

"Now that they already become the way they are. So Gahama chan, you have to grow up
and get over it."

She seemed to have said something else with that gentle voice, but I can't hear it
anymore.

"Wanting to do something for his sake...shouldn't this be natural? Seeing him looking
depressed, of course I would want to get his spirits up, of course I want to stay beside
them. So, that's not it..."
Its frustrating, frustrating to the point I glared at someone out of rage for the first time.
The moist air within my lungs burst out along my words, leaving my throat completely
dried out. Holding the ends of my skirt so strong to the point I could feel my nails driving
through the cloth, and into my flesh, I continued staring at her, refusing to avert my line
of sight.

She simply gazed at all of these with her mature expression, and then closed her eyes all
of a sudden. Then said in a voice so low, that it felt like she is praying:

"And can you......call that thing as something genuine?"

"I don't know."

I have always been trying to figure it out ever since that day, what did he meant by
something genuine. But in the end, I still don't get it, my voice started to sound
unsettling, with my eyes blurred by tears, and looked down onto the floor before I knew
it.

"But that thing, those feelings, they're definitely not codependency, nothing similar to it."

Looking back up, she continued gazing with the same expression, opened her mouth for a
second, just to look away without speaking.

A piercing sensation begins to fill up my chest, the tears that seemed to have dried out
started dripping again.

"Otherwise, it wouldn't feel so painful...this thing that feels... so painful..."

The pain on my chest, the pain within my heart, the pain that follows me everywhere.

Everything within me, as if they're in vain, lamented and screamed my love for you, over
and over again.
 Chapter 8: As I pray, at the very least,
that I won't make any more mistakes.

When would winter end? There weren’t many clear experiences I could draw from so far
so the days only somewhat were noticeable in their changes in temperature. But even so,
I was strangely aware of the turning points, probably as we reached milestone after
milestone.

That’s why, the end of winter to me is probably today.

Yesterday, I’d shut myself away in my room all day long, exchanging mail with
Zaimokuza, refreshing the SNS, thoroughly checking for any errors on the homepage; just
spending the day off completely restlessly.

Then comes the Monday that opens the week. The Monday everyone detests. The
Monday when problems that occur in the weekend gets reported.

Going to school, the classroom was filled with the atmosphere of a year’s end. Because of
the excitement from the season of graduation, the topics of conversations were mostly
about future courses, plans for the spring break, or even about the final tests. Excluded
from all the casual chats was me alone at my seat, just silently listening to it all.

What awaited was the after school chime.

Through Yukinoshita Haruno, the bait had been spread. The prom that had been
cornered based off on self-restraint had another even flashier proposal. The subset of
caregivers opposing the prom wouldn’t be able to overlook this information. Above all,
because their window of argument had already been established, they would probably
make their move faster than they did before; both today and tomorrow too.

And it seems that prediction wasn’t all that off the mark.

When the afternoon classes ended, as the atmosphere began to lighten, Hiratsuka-sensei
came towards the classroom as if she had been hurrying somewhat. She peered in
through the door and when our eyes met, she smiled tiredly.

“Hikigaya. Do you have a moment after this? You’re being called in.”

As if Hiratsuka-sensei had said a joke, the lot remaining in the classroom slightly turned
their heads.

Already having packed up and gathered my things, I took my bag and headed off.
Hiratsuka-sensei smiled bitterly at that.

“The reason you’re being called… Looks like you already know why.”

“Sort of, since I can think of a lot of reasons. I used to be called in every time something
happened.”

“Seriously.”

Hiratsuka-sensei shrugged her shoulders and her bitter smile appeared somewhat sad. I
also pretended to smile bitterly while averting my eyes.

And, what came within my line of sight were those groups doubting us.

On one side were several students giving us strange looks while there were those at the
back of the classroom giving us their usual reactions.

Miura didn’t seem to have any interest in us at all and looked bored while twirling her
hair with her fingertips. Ebina-san was looking at me while nodding. Tobe’s group was
smirking while whispering, “tsubeh. Hikitani-kun screwed up, beh”. Damn you, Tobe...

But there was just one in the middle, Hayama, that maintained a cold smile like a statue
and fixated his gaze this way.

I have no reason to know what he means by that and I’m not interested either, but I can
tell just from looking that there’s pity.

And finally, there was Yuigahama. Quickly able to guess the situation based off
Hiratsuka-sensei’s presence here, she stopped packing her things and only grabbed her
nearby coat with her as she ran out.

Exiting into the corridor, Yuigahama caught up to us. She probably intended to come to
help me, but I can’t keep relying on Yuigahama for this. Always, up until now, I came this
far by relying on her. I wanted to complete the finishing touches by myself.

“It’s just me appointed to be there, right?”

“That’s right. Well, I don’t know if it’s an appointment or not. I’ve just been told to call in
the person responsible.”

“Yeah, that would be me.”

Hiratsuka-sensei breathed out with an expression mixed between bitterness and

sarcastic amazement. Yuigahama watched our exchange with a long face before uneasily
opening her mouth to speak.

“But I think it’d be good if I went as well…”

“It’s okay, I’ll do it properly.”

I said it so nonchalantly that Yuigahama opened her mouth to say something, but just
before she could, her words had caught in her throat. And then, with lips pursed, she
made a slight nod.

Her strange behaviour caught my attention and when I turned my gaze to face her,
Hiratsuka-sensei struck my shoulder.

“There’s no need to worry, I’m here too. Nothing weird is going to happen.”

Hiratsuka-sensei said to put her at ease and Yuigahama nodded by returning a faint
smile.

“Then I’ll be off for a bit.”

“Yeah. If something happens, call me.”

As she spoke, Yuigahama lightly made a soldier’s gesture with a raised hand while
Hiratsuka-sensei and I began to walk again. I burningly watched her figure clad in a
white coat with hands deep in her pockets as I followed her one step behind.

“Is this according to your plan?”

Hiratsuka-sensei slightly moved her neck and asked my reflection on the glass of the
windows extending across the corridor.

“...Sort of, for the most part.”

Honestly speaking, not everything has been going according to plan, but the very
minimum has been achieved. To me, this is a job well done. As I answered, I could tell
Hiratsuka-sensei was smiling wryly over her back.

“That’s very much like your methods. Do you have a chance of winning?”

“There doesn’t have to be. In any case, there isn’t another way.”

As the continuing glass of the windows changed to walls, I could no longer infer
Hiratsuka-sensei’s expression. I could only hear a sighing voice escaping.

“...That’s not a bad answer. I like it, that kind of thing.”

As she spoke, Hiratsuka-sensei’s figure unexpectedly disappeared. I knew she’d just
turned the corner and was going down the stairs, but even so, I’d hurriedly moved my
legs faster. Becoming aware of what I was doing, I smiled bitterly.

Someday soon, will I end up looking for that figure every time something happens?
Because I was imagining stuff like that, I had stopped walking at some point. As I slowly
went down the stairs one step at a time, the distance between us began to widen. Just
like this, I will surely have to come to terms with separating from this person.

Neither of us spoke and the only sounds came from our footsteps.

As we approached the landing, Hiratsuka-sensei’s white coat flowed as she turned half
her body towards me.

“Hikigaya, do you have time sometime soon? It doesn’t have to be today. It can be
tomorrow or some other day.”

Hearing that, I thought about my schedule for a moment. Today I still had to clean up
things here and there which would take up some time, but I really had nothing to do
tomorrow and after.

There probably wouldn’t be any club activities anymore. Regardless of how the prom
turns out, there likely wouldn’t be.

I was late in replying because I was suddenly thinking about all of this. Our footsteps
resounded as if filling in the meanwhile silence.

“...Well, I’m pretty much free.”

“Really. Okay then…”

Walking forward, Hiratsuka-sensei was also slowly thinking about something as she cut
off for a moment.

“...Okay then, let’s go for ramen!”

With only her neck turned this way, and her long hair shaking, I could see her smiling as
if she won something.

I replied with a bitter smile and a nod.

 8-2
At last, we reached the reception office and Hiratsuka-sensei knocked on the door. The
voice of the person who requested me coolly sounded out and I remember having heard
that voice somewhere before. It seemed the visitor was Yukinoshita’s mother after all.

I followed Hiratsuka-sensei into the room and there someone gracefully standing next to
the window turned around to face us. The person before us, wearing a wisteria-coloured
kimono moderately decorated with peach blossoms, was truly an unimaginable beauty.

Coffee had already been prepared and placed at the seat of honour. Yukinoshita’s mother
sat there and with a friendly voice asked me to sit down as well. I quietly obeyed and
Hiratsuka-sensei took a seat next to me.

“We’ve met the other day as well, haven’t we.”

“Yes... Nice meeting you then.”

I answered with a twitching smile. Her formal smile overlapped with Haruno-san’s
features and frankly I wasn’t very good at dealing with it. As if she could tell I was
nervous from my state, Yukinoshita’s mother raised a hand to her mouth; smiling as if
she was lovingly looking at a small animal.

“Then let’s start over… May I ask about your reason for being here today?”

When Hiratsuka-sensei cut in, Yukinoshita’s mother gently smiled and took out her
smartphone.

“Ah, that’s right. Then getting straight into it… This, were you the one who thought of it?”

On the low table was the phone screen that was displaying the official site of the dummy
prom.

Absorbed in the thought that this was the finale of the match, I laughed a little. Because
I’d wanted this shameless attitude calling for diplomacy during this critical moment.
While this sense of crisis is being called an accidental trigger, there had been no other
option but to call for a compromise.

“It could be the opinion of some students. These days there are quite some flashy high
school students.”

As I said a line I’d been told somewhere before, reworded with sarcasm mixed in,
Hiratsuka-sensei’s elbow hit my side. Yukinoshita’s mother looked at that with a smile
and responded with a certain tone of voice.
“I see…”

Yukinoshita’s mother placed her hands on her temples and narrowed her eyes. Her
gestures reminded me of the gaze of big cats as they went into hunting mode.

I started to get a bad feeling as sweat gradually began to run down my scalp. I don’t mean
to brag, but I’ve never been wrong about bad feelings.

Suddenly, Yukinoshita’s mother began to speak.

“Running another proposal isn’t a bad move, but the flaws stand out a bit. Also, even if
you increase the number of choices, it will still be difficult without resolving the
fundamental problems. What’s your opinion on that part?

That gaze and tone of voice had changed to become so much colder than before. A cold
chill ran down my spine. The last part of what she said seemed a question aimed towards
me, but my head couldn’t get around to an answer.

Yukinoshita’s mother rejected the dummy prom proposal we’d made because it was just
something used to run against the original proposal. Had she heard something from
Haruno-san in advance? No, judging from her actions the other day, she wouldn’t go out
of her way to tell her mother when it seemed there would be discord.

In other words, it simply means she saw through our plans. In addition, because she
could point it out from the beginning, our plans were crushed before they even started.

I should have replied, but I had lost my words and I was left dumbfoundedly looking at
Yukinoshita’s mother.

The person on the other side was calm and composed as she hid her mouth with a
folding fan, smiling as if she was enjoying this. That figure appeared as if she was looking
forward to what hand I would play next.

Though she could make a face like that, I could only put up a bitter smile. The things I
had thought of saying had all blown away. As long as her first hand remained calling out
my plan as something just used to run against the original, there was no meaning in
exchanging words about it. Besides, the dummy prom plan had been seen through by
both Hayama and Haruno-san the very first time they saw it as well. I had already lost
the moment I thought it would go through someone like Yukinoshita’s mother.

“The real problem, the one about the self-restraint at a prom; the fact we can expect a
subset of students to rebel against it is true. The risk of this happening in a place not in
our awareness still exists.”

Seeing me unable to reply, Hiratsuka-sensei promptly intervened.

“Therefore, it might be wise to choose situations that falls within our management to
some extent. The Student Council’s side have revised their plans to find a way that will
satisfy both sides.”

Hiratsuka-sensei handed documents that she’d set on the side table to Yukinoshita’s
mother and gave me a part of them too. Flicking through them, I could see the revisions
from what Yukinoshita and the others had said the other day. Yukinoshita’s mother also
examined through the documents but had a dull reaction to it with a somewhat sour
expression.

Hiratsuka-sensei’s follow up itself was in line with my ideas. But, seeing the dummy
prom completely as just an alternative plan made our persuasive attempts feel strongly
like we were on the defence. Yukinoshita’s mother also had a troubled look as she turned
her neck.

“I see… It looks as if you’re bringing together components to make persuasions, but I

wonder if they would understand… Because there could be people on the inside also
stubborn about this.”

Yukinoshita’s mother mixed her words with a bitter smile. Though her wording was
different, it was something I’d heard somewhere before.

“Even if we continue talking like this, to change everyone’s opinions, they’d need to be
here.”

Not paying attention as the other side continued to talk, I lightly closed my eyes and
searched through my memories. If I remember correctly, it was Yukinoshita Haruno
who’d said it; that she didn’t care about how the prom itself turned out.

In that case, for what reason did Yukinoshita’s mother bring up that subject here.

The answer was simple. Because it had resulted in a problem.

Yukinoshita’s mother had a way of solving it and the one tool required existed here. It
would do nothing but erase the dispute; her idealism and actions didn’t matter. She had a
habit of seeing things as problems and avoiding uproars. Thus, she was just playing
along.

But that’s why we proposed the dummy prom; to lead her to something more
reasonable. That aim itself was definitely not wrong.

It’s just, where we’d drawn the line was wrong. Methods are methods, tools are tools,
and to that end, there was no concept of friend or foe.

This time, Yukinoshita’s mother was the messenger. She was only a negotiator sent by
the other party.

My opponent in this game isn’t Yukinoshita’s mother. She was just another piece on the
board; the strongest queen.

In that case, there was still a hand I could play.

There was probably just one person in this world, something only I could use, even if I
wouldn’t be forgiven for using it just once; the absolute lowest and worst means.

However, if I only had one card left in my hand, then I had no choice but to play it.

“To persuade that ‘everyone’ you speak of, can we ask for your cooperation?”

Maybe my statement was unexpected, Yukinoshita’s mother tilted her head. A movement
so innocent, I dropped a smile. Their reactions when they’re told something out of their
expectations were truly so similar.

“There is a way of persuading them, isn’t there? Then wouldn’t the end result change
depending on who says it?”

What’s important isn’t “what is said”, but “who says it” may be an overused phrase, but it
is the truth. The subset of stubborn caregivers and such could be convinced if it was
Yukinoshita’s mother saying it instead of me. They would also know they’d be dealing
with an opponent who held a higher rank than themselves and it’s because of this I was
asking for her assistance.

The nature of this game was nothing other than to take the opponent’s queen.

“...In fact, it wouldn’t be very persuasive if it was someone like me who isn’t really known
by anybody talking.”

With a dry laugh and a pitiful voice, I had played check on the unknown black king.

“That’s not true. I think you’ve done well in such a short time. It was to the extent I
became curious who it was.”

After Yukinoshita’s mother smiled and spoke as if she was truly impressed, she turned
her neck.

“My apologies, had I asked you what your name is?”

And then she lowered her eyebrows and asked like she wasn’t that sorry.

In a moment, Hiratsuka-sensei held my wrist to restrain me. She understood well that if I
said my name here, the other side would get some kind of meaning out of it.
But my turn had been over the moment the other side had asked. All that was left was to
fulfil my role as another piece on the board.

This piece usually never had any use. They were good-for-nothings that had no place on
the board except to take up space.

But, in just one circumstance were they capable of removing the queen from play.

“It’s Hikigaya Hachiman.”

When I named myself, Hiratsuka-sensei breathed out a small sigh as if she had given up
and let go of my wrist.

“Hikigaya…”

Yukinoshita’s mother placed a hand to her mouth while repeating my name in a small
voice and wandered her gaze downwards. Seeming like she finally remembered
something, she raised her head.

“I see… You’re…”

I returned her gaze with a formal smile. I can’t do it as well as Hayama or Haruno-san,
but I tried as best I could. Maybe it was effective, because Hiratsuka-sensei looked like
she was playing dumb.

The problem starts here. As I’ve named myself, I couldn’t afford to make any mistakes in
my statements or behaviour. Whether it be coercion, insolence, or even being overly
sucking-up, any of it could be seen as intimidation.

And so, as long as I’ve been cornered, mistakes from now on will become my fault and
becomes something the other side could take advantage of. That’s why I have to act with
sincerity and convey that we have no ill intentions.

“We caused you terrible trouble on that occasion. You parents were left with many things
to do and excuse us that we couldn’t greet them.”

Her words were as flat as possible and her lowered head was neither too shallow nor
deep. Just fulfilling with as much duty as she held responsible. There weren’t any other
unnecessary emotions within.

This was a one form of diplomatic etiquette. It wasn’t an excessive show, but just enough.

Maybe she thought the message was correctly conveyed, she returned to her composed
self.

“We truly apologise for the trouble caused by one of our own. How was your leg injury?
We offer our sincere apologies for the inconvenience it must have caused.”

I positively act in response to Yukinoshita’s mother deeply lowering her head.

“I made a full recovery thanks to you. To the point my leg became even sturdier than
before. You can watch me dance when the prom is on.”

At that moment I moved just my foot around as my shoes made tapping noises and
showed off how random my step work was. As I did so, Yukinoshita’s mother observed,
placing her hand to her mouth as she pleasantly laughed.

“What bad manners.”

Hiratsuka-sensei hit my waist with a smack and thanks to that I could finally stop
clowning around. I scowled at myself for acting so foolishly and I refrained from letting
out a deep sigh.

Still smiling as Yukinoshita’s mother watched, her eyes narrowed and she murmured to
herself.

“...has quite the nerve.”

Her gaze was so cold it made me feel as if she was evaluating me and I was being frozen
solid. In those eyes that looked as if they could see through everything, I felt nauseous.

But that gaze soon loosened. Yukinoshita’s mother opened her folding fan and hid her
mouth as she giggled. That was this person’s way of laughing honestly.

“I’ll do it.”

“Thank you for your help.”

Until the very end, I tried to maintain my composure as I answered; wiping the sweat
from my forehead while pretending I was combing my fringe. My shirt was tightly
sticking to me from cold sweat and my throat was so dry it hurt even just by breathing in.

Looking in hindsight, all I’d done was name myself and talk about that incident in the
past. That name, that conversation, those themselves had no meaning. That’s why
whoever heard it can give whatever meaning they want to it.

Yukinoshita’s mother had been smiling for some time now, but it disappeared as she
flicked the fan closed.

“Alright… let me try talking to the caregivers. It would help if the teacher could also be
present.”
“We will adjust to your schedule.”

I listened as the adults discussed business. My nervousness from before had been cleanly
cut and I began to feel a surge of tiredness. Without realising it I was staring up at the
ceiling, sighing deeply, and standing in a daze.

“Hikigaya. Can you do something for me?”

“Y-Yes.”

Suddenly being talked to, I straightened my back in panic. It looked like the conversation
had progressed quite a lot while I hadn’t been listening.

“I can’t leave after this. Can you tell Yukinoshita to continue the revised plan for the
prom? How you tell her, I’ll leave it to you.”

“Ha… I got it...”

Hiratsuka-sensei just nodded as I answered without having understood the flow of the
conversation. Her eyes were telling me to hurry up and go. Well, it was true we didn’t
have much time left until the prom. The decision-makers should be promptly told of this.

After I stood up, Yukinoshita’s mother sitting on the other end smiled.

“Hikigaya-kun. Let us meet again.”

“Hahaha… Please excuse me.”

Playing it off with a dry laugh and without giving a direct answer, I bowed and left the
reception room. If possible, I didn’t want to meet her again...

 8-3
I quietly walked down the school building in the approaching twilight and finally reached
the Student Council room.

I stood in front of the door and knocked. There was only a slight delay before there was
an answer, and I breathed out a deep sigh.

There were no sounds of footsteps and the door opened quietly. The heater must have
been turned on as a flow of warm air escaped from the narrow opening.

The person holding the door knob was a girl with plaited hair and glasses. If I
remembered correctly, this was the secretary. She seemed to know who I was as she let
me inside.

I lightly lowering my head in thanks and entered, and right in front of me was the vice-
president at his desk, crying “there’s no time… there’s no time...” while doing his work.
Good, good, suffer some more.

I looked around the inside of the room, but Yukinoshita wasn’t here. Just Isshiki at the
desk on the far end, gnawing on snacks and tilting her neck as she looked at me.

“...I hadn’t called for you.”

Am I not allowed to come if I’m not called for? Yep, not allowed. When I opened my
mouth to say the reason I’d come, Isshiki clapped her hands.

“Ah, are you here to help? Aiming to be a servant? A free labour worker?”

What’s with that super development? Just how much are you leaping? Having to deal
with Irohasu who hadn’t changed, my shoulders dropped as some strength left my body.

“Expect that next year. I’ll introduce you to a promising rookie. Anyway, where’s
Yukinoshita?”

I asked after our exchange of our usual remarks. Isshiki turned her neck and glanced at
the unornamented desk Yukinoshita used.

“Haa, now that you mention it, she’s not here.”

Isshiki seemed to only notice this now. Seeing that reaction, it probably hadn’t been that
long since she’d left.

She probably left because the heater was on too strongly. Anyway, if Yukinoshita wasn’t
here then there was no reason for me to be here either.

“Then nevermind. Later.”

“Ah, hey, what’s with that?! Didn’t you come for some reason?!”

Isshiki called out and stopped me as I tried to quickly leave the room. I suddenly realised
when she said “reason”. I hadn’t been told specifically to tell Isshiki, but I figured she
should know. I stopped walking and turned around.

“Ah, that’s right. They’ve decided to go with your proposal for the prom. You can go
ahead and start on it. Good luck.”

“Haa… Huh?”

Isshiki’s mouth dropped open and turned her entire upper body along with her neck. If
she heard the details, I’d have to tell her the whole story of how it all happened which
would be too much of a pain. I’ll take my leave while Isshiki’s head is still trying to
comprehend it.

 8-4
I hadn’t decided on where I was going, but even so my legs didn’t hesitate and naturally
headed towards that place. I thought she must be there.

In the empty hallway of the special building. It’s been almost a year that I’ve passed
through here towards the clubroom. I would probably still reach it even if I closed my
eyes.

Finally, I could see the door. I stood in front of it, traced it, then placed my fingers on the
handle. It should be made of the same materials as every other classroom door, but I felt
as if I would never forget this coldness and hardness.

If I pulled with some strength, the door would make a noise and slide open.

What’s in front of me, wasn’t a deviant, but a regular classroom.

However, the reason I felt this classroom was different was likely because a certain girl
was there.

In the setting sun and the blowing wind, Yukinoshita Yukino was standing by the
window, gazing at the outside.

The window was wide open as if to change the atmosphere in the clubroom not used by
anyone in a while and the curtain was swaying in the wind.

Even if the world ended, this girl would be here, like this. This sight was so much like a
painting that I was making these illusions.

When I saw that, both my body and mind had stopped.

——I was lost in admiration even when I was defeated.

Yukinoshita noticed the visitor and she held her hair swaying in the wind as she turned
around. Her eyes widened as if surprised for a moment, but quickly expressed a smile.

“Hello.”

“...Yeah.”

As I answered her, Yukinoshita closed the window. The swaying curtains also stopped
and all sound disappeared inside the clubroom.

The sunset brilliantly filled this tranquil space. While my eyes narrowed due to the
brightness, Yukinoshita leaned on the glass window and the glossy black hair on her
shoulder shone even further.

“Do you have a reason to be here?”

“No, I was told to contact you about work.”

“I see, I’m sorry I made you go out of your way to come all the way here.”

“You don’t have to worry about it, it doesn’t take much time and effort.”

As I answered, I pulled the chair closest to the door. In this place where I always sat on it,
I lightly gestured to Yukinoshita to also sit down. It looked as if Yukinoshita was taken
aback, but as I waited for her, she sighed as if giving up and sat on the chair closest to the
window.

“About the prom, ultimately your revised plan has safely passed. It looks like the subset
of caregivers against the idea will be persuaded and will have to come to terms with it.”

It should have been the first time Yukinoshita had heard of this, but she didn’t look so
surprised. She didn’t move a single eyebrow and was just silently listening. While I was
thought it was strange, I continued to say the last part.

“That’s why… It’s my loss.”

“Yes… It’s your win.”

Finally, Yukinoshita deeply sighed and muttered.

“...Why?”

“It ended up this way because of your methods again. By essence, it’s your win.”

Remembering the connection between the feeling of self-scorn and laughing at myself, I
spat out the doubt that had been living in my chest.

“...Even so, you foresaw this. Didn’t you know of my methods by now? That makes you
the winner after all.”

Hayama Hayato and Yukinoshita Haruno both knew of the dummy prom plan and had
immediately seen through it. I’d barely managed to play check on the king by getting
Yukinoshita’s mother on our side. Then in that case, it wouldn’t be any mystery that
Yukinoshita Yukino, who held the same specs, would have seen through Hikigaya
Hachiman’s shallow thinking.

In the first place, the way Yukinoshita and Isshiki presented their idea had already been
prone to errors. But that itself became the clue to my idea of presenting two choices, in
which one choice would be crushed and the other would progress.

As I questioned her, Yukinoshita hid her eyes and her neck shook.

“That’s not certain. As long as the faction opposing the prom itself existed, our reasoning
couldn’t even become established… But I figured, if it was you, you’d be able to do
something about it.

It was just like Yukinoshita to have foreseen such. Just, the smile she added at the end
was connected to what she’d said. I wanted to deny it, but I could only foolishly lift one
side of my cheek.

“Trust is a heavy thing… It surprises me.”

“I was also surprised. I naturally just thought in that way.”

Yukinoshita smiled bitterly like she was being shy. I felt breathless seeing that. As I
wondered how to reply back, Yukinoshita murmured in a fragile voice.

“I depended on you so much that I thought like that…”

Those eyes gazing at me were blurry with regret and sorrow. I couldn’t bear being seen
with those eyes that I averted my own and quickly spoke.

“...Even if that’s the case, it doesn’t change the fact it’s your win. The condition for victory
was to make the prom a reality using our own methods, was it not. What made it happen
was your plan, your methods.”

“...You’re okay with it as my win?”

Her tone of voice as she asked was feeble, and I wanted to cut her off from talking that
way that I nodded three times while looking away.

“Then… The match is hereby over. Will you listen to what I have to say?”

I couldn’t pretend to not hear what she’d said. As I looked at Yukinoshita, it seemed as if
she’d abandoned her weakness as she clenched her fists and tightened her lips. One of
her eyes was shaking with determination as she waited for my impending reply.

“...No, it won’t be that way. It’s true it’s your win this time. But that doesn’t mean you’ve
won the entire competition.”

“In regards to the conditions for victory, winning this match means winning the
competition, and the other person must listen to what the winner says… I’m sure I said
that.”
I became aware of my lips drying up as I watched her explain it indifferently and declare
it. I remembered hearing those words in the depths of my memories. While in both
impatience and desperation, I somehow opened my mouth.

“...That was just a figure of speech, a difference in opinion.”

As Yukinoshita let out a trembling sigh, she murmured with a sweet tone of voice as if
she was whispering sweet nothings.

“Then… You decide.”

As I see that fleeting transparent smile, I come to terms with my own defeat. She knows I
wouldn’t be able to answer if she said that.

While securing Yukinoshita Yukino’s autonomy, as long as I’ve decided to respect her
own decisions, I can’t allow her to entrust her decisions to anyone else. Even if that
someone was myself.

That’s exactly why she accepted this match. For this one moment, all the disagreements,
all the disorders, all the misunderstandings; she had brushed it all aside. To properly end
this match, and this relationship.

“I can’t make the decision… This is the same as me deciding the winner arbitrarily.
Yuigahama is also in this match. And it’s judged at Hiratsuka-sensei’s own discretion and
bias. And, and it’s sort of…”

I couldn’t accept that ending. I quickly spoke as I couldn’t allow things to end like this. I
didn’t know how to make her wait for just a moment, nor how I could stop her.
Forgetting how to even breathe, I was reaching out toward nothingness.

“...I’ll be honest.”

As she interrupted my voice, Yukinoshita smiled sadly and faced me with wet eyes.

“It was fun. It was my first time. I was happy thinking the time we spent together was
comfortable…”

Being told she was truly happy with a face that looked as if she would cry, I could no
longer deny it nor stop her.” As I lost strength in arms and lowered them, Yukinoshita
nodded as if she was thanking me and continued to speak.

“I’d never argued and fought like we did… nor cried in front of others. I was so nervous
even when we went out together, and it was the first time I was so unsure of what to do…
I didn’t even know it was okay to rely on someone. That’s why it went wrong
somewhere…”
I looked up at the ceiling as I listened to her speaking so quickly about unsolicited things
in a trembling voice. The distant sunset hurt my eyes, but even so I couldn’t close them
and just let out a damp sigh.

“This kind of imitation-like relationship is wrong. It’s definitely different to what you
desired.”

Her monologue tied things together like that, and when I realised the end was coming, I
finally looked at her face.

“I’m okay. I’m… okay now. I was saved by you.”

Wiping her glistening tears with her fingertips, Yukinoshita Yukino smiled beautifully.

“That’s why, this match, and this relationship, let’s end it with this.”

If that was her answer, I had no reason to make an objection. The objective to help her
was achieved, the co-dependency was resolved to end the relationship, and the boy’s
willpower stood firm.

I didn’t happen to have the mind of fulfilling wishes. The club activities and work ended
here.

That’s why I had nothing left. Every reason I had to get involved with her were all gone.

“Alright… It’s my loss.”

I sighed deeply as I spoke as if I was spitting everything out. To fulfil the last
responsibility left to me, I questioned her.

“I’ll listen to what you say. What should I do? ...If it’s something I can do, I’ll grant you
whatever you want.”

In truth, I’d vowed to at least grant that much, no matter what.

Yukinoshita let out a sigh as if in relief, she told me something she must have been
holding close to her dearly.

“Please grant Yuigahama-san’s wish.”

“Are you fine with that as your request?”

“Yes, this is my request.”

To Yukinoshita who closed her eyes and nodded as if caring for someone, I answered her
with the most gentlest smile I could make.
“...Alright.”

Following our last exchange, I stood up from my chair. Yukinoshita didn’t move from that
place and the distance between us began to widen just by the sounds of my footsteps as I
finally reached the corridor.

And then, softly and gently, I closed the door as if stopping myself from doing so.
 Interlude 7

The door was closed, but to prevent it from being opened once again, I locked it tightly
with the key.

One time for the last time.

I gently stroke the door, chiseling the surface into my skin.

As it became colder.

As it started to hurt even more.

I became able to believe the answer I chose was the genuine one.

Since I had no other ways to confirm it, I don’t know it that was the correct answer. Thus
the search for the mistakes would never end.

Just because of one simple genuine thing, I yearned for it, admired it, became impatient
then complicated it. Without being able to even cry, my body is burning.

After burning out, the only thing remaining was a twisted sham.

But still, to me that was something irreplaceable, because it’s clothing I can’t change.

Let me at least tuck it away, prevent it from being destroyed. And thus everything will
end.

—Please, let this this be the right ending.

This was my prayer. My hands left the door.

One step away, two steps away. I went to a place where my hands can’t reach it anymore.

I don’t look back anymore.

 Afterword

Translation Notes
1. » A Street Fighter 2 reference about a specific moveset for Chun Li that counters
almost every character, especially Zangief, there's a specific name for the move but I
have no idea what it is.
2. » Well known Shogi player, has the title of "Eternal Seven Champ"
3. » Apparently hokkaido chicken fritters in Japanese has a similar pronunciation to
Zangief, really Wataru? A food pun?
4. » A rule in shogi, where a player with negative points will need to get a winning
hand or he'll lose, not sure how the roasted chicken fits into the reference.
5. » "Eternal Seven Loner" in Japanese is a pun that sounds similar to Habu Yoshiharu.
6. » The 65th generation Yokozuna.
7. » The slogan for a Japanese recruitment website.
8. » Yeah its a LN title.
9. » Probably a Galactic Police Gaban reference.
10. » Probably Asahi beer's superdry slogan.
11. » Neta Grand Blue - a TV anime aired in Summer 2018 on the everyday life of a
diving club.
12. » I’m ded.
13. » The guardian gods of Buddhism who stand at the entrance gate of a Buddhist
temple.
14. » Neta comes from Asobi Asobase, a TV anime aired in Summer 2018.
15. » Zaimokuza in Samurai tone.
16. » The adjective was オシャンな, according to NicoDict, it’s used to describe a type of
Nico Live broadcasters that egg viewers to do stuff.
17. » Neta - NHK TV anime aired back in 2011.
18. » Coming of Age is a Japanese tradition.
19. » Higuchi Ichiyou was a famous Japanese novelist. Her portrait is printed on 5000
Yen bills. Furthermore, the Japanese title for ‘Teenagers Vying for Tops’ rhymes
with ‘research’.
20. » Dogeza: Japanese prostration
21. » I think this is a neta from Castle in the Sky. How rare!
22. » shuraba or pandemonium.
23. » Production Committees are described here in my favorite sakuga blog
24. » 'Oikon' is a drinking event where current club members invite graduating club
members to celebrate their retirement.
25. » Ganbaru-zoi is a well-known catchphrase from Suzukaze Aoba, a character from
TV anime New Game.
26. » Neta Tokyo Disneyland.
27. » Tokyo Disneyland, despite of its name, is actually located in the Chiba Prefecture.
28. » ホテル三日月竜宮城 literally translates to that.
29. » How dare you!
30. » In reference to Zombieland Saga, a TV anime aired in Winter 2018.
31. » Reddits in Japan.
32. » Exact same reaction as Chap 5 haha.
33. » Recall that this is the HS where Tamanawa is the President of the School Council.
34. » From Wikipedia - “The Johari window is a technique that helps people better
understand their relationship with themselves and others. Maslow's hierarchy of
needs is a theory in psychology proposed by Abraham Maslow.”
35. » A kind of tropical fish.
36. » Referring to Overlord, a TV anime aired in Winter 2017.
37. » Shounan is the area southwest to Tokyo, between Kamakura and Enoshima.
38. » The point being, the parents will then naturally side with Plan B.
39. » Both words read Saikou in JP.
40. » Please imagine the scene.
41. » I guess since Hikigaya always wears a drowsy face.
42. » It’s all nitty gritty word usage details in JP and it’s hard to forcibly fit it into the
English context. Hachiman is just trying to claim that he knows how to use the word
整う and Yukinoshita believes he doesn’t really.
43. » Shachuku.
44. » Osobayui could mean both ticklish or embarrassed/terekusai. I’m actually not
sure which one I should take...
45. » 気遣い isn't really just consideration but a more subtle one... Not sure how to
accurately translate it.
46. » Yes, that Hoe from CCS.
47. » CPA was also mentioned in previous chapters. In case you haven't read it or don't
remember it's an association consists of presidents from all student activity clubs.
Hayama is also the leader of it.
48. » 'Oikon' is a drinking event where current club members invite graduating club
members to celebrate their retirement.
49. » In Japan, stamps can be used like signatures and possess the same legal authority
to prove your identity.
50. » JP Ebay.
51. » Not sure who is Akkun is, but he seems to be a 2ch meme who have been stealing
games and CDs from friends.
52. » Like that classic Dad Ikari pose in EVA.
53. » Yukinoshita and the student council.
54. » Referring to a wall and Hachiman.
55. » Osananajimi.
56. » The original line was 万策尽きた/bansaku tsukita, a famous catchphrase said by
Director Kinoshita Seiichi from Shirobako. WW probably chose this line because
Kinoshita and Zaimokuza are both chubby. Nice punchline WW.
57. » Parupint: the original term is パルプンテ, which is a magic spell used in RPG game
Dragon Quest. File Attachment is File Tenpu in Japanese. Maybe WW thinks
Parupinto sounds like FairuTenpu...
58. » The original text is オタサーの姫, used to describe those very few females in a club
 dominated by male otakus.
59. » Basically Zaimokuza is impressed by Hikigaya.
60. » Neta Yuru Camp.
61. » The original word is 背徳感/Haitoku-kan. Kumirei fans rise up.
62. » Reeves's Muntjac, or Kyon in Japanese, is a type of deer native to Southeast and
East Asia. Also neta Kyon-kun from Suzumiya Haruhi.
63. » H.I.S. Co., Ltd. is a travel agency specializing in low-cost package tours. ‘We Were
There’ is a Japanese romance manga by Yuki Obata.
64. » Datsueba, lit. old woman who strips clothes, is an old woman who sits at the edge
of the Sanzu River in the Buddhist underworld.
65. » One Cut of the Dead, lit. "Don't Stop the Camera!", is a 2017 Japanese zombie
comedy film directed by Shinichiro Ueda.
66. » The original text for 'reaction/impressed' was 感慨, which has the same
pronunciation as 灌漑/irrigation. They are both pronounced kangai. Very funny,
WW.
67. » Original textべべべ神拳撃, could be either a Jojo or Hokutou no Ken reference.
68. » 社畜/Shachuku
69. » 'You have not yet reached that stage yet’ is a variation of ‘You have not yet
reached that zone yet.’, or in Japanese ‘その域に達していない’. It’s a well-known
comment made by Kyoto Animation after they fired Yamamoto Yutaka from the
Lucky Star director position.”
70. » High consciousness, or 意識高い, is an internet slang used to describe those who
always present themselves in an exaggerated fashion and often talk in big words.
71. » Incoming raps. Buckle up! Pls break me free WW.
72. » Lincoln neta a TV show airing on TBS in Japan. Details see Wiki.
73. » Inage Kaigan - the area where Oregairu takes place.
74. » Neta ‘Represent Chikyuu’, a famous Japanese DJ group. These are all hip-hop
terms.
75. » I guess WW wants to say emotionally’.
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