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  • WataSochi Chapter 3 Part 3 – Underwear

    July 18th, 2026

    Underwear

       “What’s next?”

         I asked. We’d gamed our way through the arcade and were now indulging in vending machine ice cream while sitting on a bench outside. The sun was starting to reach the horizon, and this break itself was proof of how tired we’d gotten. In other words, this date was likely nearing its end.

         “I was thinking we could spend the rest of our time hanging around the mall.”

         Around these parts, “the mall” meant the one connected to the train station. Window shopping was a pretty date-like activity, I thought.

         “Sure. Is there anything you wanna buy?”

         “I just wanna follow you around while you shop, Senpai!”

         “Hmm… do I even have anything in mind? …Oh, right.”

         As I began to ponder on that question, my mind began to wander to this morning’s events.

         “Clothes.”

         I’d agonized so much over what to wear today. Even though I’d settled on my usual cool and casual look, I had done some experimentation while deciding. The results of those experiments was my transformation into what I’d call the “Fed-Up Office Lady’s Ultimate Climax Form[1]”. Well, to be fair, the source of the issue was largely the assortment — or lack thereof — of clothes in my possession. That’s why —

         “You wanna go clothes shopping?! Awesome awesome let’s go!!”

         “Yeah. So, uh… Could I ask you a favor?”

         “Yes, what is it?

         “Could you help me pick some stuff out for me…?

         “W-wait, what?! Can I really?!”

         “I mean, you’ve got a great eye for fashion. …I do have one condition, though.”

         “What is it?”

         It was something that I found myself struggling to put into words. I had one hand restlessly fidgeting on my lap, which I held down steady with my other hand before continuing.

         “I kinda… I kinda want to see how I’d look in other styles.”

         “Hmm? A change of style… Ah! Hehe, I see what you mean.”

         Even with such a brief exchange, Meguru-chan had immediately picked on what I wanted to say.

         “I’d love to!”

         She affirmed enthusiastically.

         “Okay actually, now…”

         I thought it would be nice to have some cuter stuff in my wardrobe. Just in case the occasion for it arose.

         “Come on, Senpai! Let’s get to it before you change your mind!”

         “…Can I do that, actually? I’m kinda tired…”

         “Request denied! I’ll lug you over in a princess carry if I have to!”

         “Meguru-chan, you don’t happen to be bad at physics, do you?”

         “I’m barely passing, so not too shabby!”

         “If you can’t put it to practical use, then it’s an automatic fail, ya know.”

         “Okay, let’s get this show on the road!”

         “Yeah, yeah…”

         She simply pretended to not hear what she didn’t want to hear. Just like a dog… And so, I found myself being led around by a re-energized Meguru-chan. It was like hearing my request had made her forget all about the fatigue we’d built up at the arcade.

         “I’m a big fan of this spot! You really get your money’s worth, and none of this stuff looks or feels cheap!”

         “Oooh… it’s got this youthful vibe to it…”

         “What are you saying, Senpai? You’re a high schooler too.”

         We’d arrived at the mall, where Meguru-chan had led us to a boutique of her choosing. Compared to my usual haunts, the energy here was much brighter and livelier.

         “Oh, my! Hey there, Meguru-chan!”

         As we entered, one of the very stylishly dressed staff called out to her.

         “Hey there! It’s me again!”

         “As always, welcome in! We’ve got some new arrivals in stock!”

         Like a chain reaction, the other equally stylish staff members followed suit and greeted us in with a cheery “Welcome!” and then began to gather around to chat. It seemed like Meguru-chan was on good terms with the people here.

         …You know, even at the stores I frequent, there aren’t any staff members I’m close with. I mean, they’re friendly, but it feels more like they’re trying to please a VIP than behaving comfortably casual. …It got so awkward this one time when they tried to give me clothes for free. Like, it’s not like I’m a celebrity or influencer or anything like that. …And so, here I stood, finding myself a little jealous of Meguru-chan’s incredible social skills.

         “And who might this be?”

         One of the staff asked to Meguru-chan.

         “Oh, wow… How do I put this? She’s just lovely!”

         Another chimed in.

         “Is she a friend of yours, Meguru-chan?”

         “Ha ha ha! This lovely lady is Amanone Sakoto! She’s my girlfriend!”

         “GIRLFRIEND?!”

         They all exclaimed in unison, eyes wide in surprise. I, on the other hand, had a feeling this would happen, so I simply smiled a little.

    Now that I think of it, even though we’re both girls, she’d never had any problems with me being her girlfriend. That popped into my mind because I’d never actually heard her call me that out loud until now. More specifically, to her, I was probably her cute girlfriend — someone that looked cool, which made it all the more great to take the lead with…

         “Hi, I’m Amanone. Nice to meet you.”

         I quickly introduced myself.

         “Ah, not a hint of denial, I see!”

         “So Meguru-chan’s not just making it up?!”

         “Wait, she’s gotta be a rental girlfriend! How much did she pay you?”

         As they bombarded us with comments, Meguru-chan retorted.

         “Oh my god, you guys! This is my last time coming here!”

         She had gotten herself all in a huff, so I thought to chime in.

         “We’re in a real, wholesome relationship! One that began with a proper confession!”

         …Okay, that wasn’t actually the truth. I averted my eyes.

         “Sorry, sorry, we were just messing with you!”

         “So you’re into girls, Meguru-chan? That explain why you never talked about getting a boyfriend. I’ve always wondered about that, actually.”

         “Wait! Meguru-chan, did you come here to get her to pick out a fit for you?”

         “Nope! I came here to pick out a fit for her!”

         Wait, Meguru-chan, you don’t have to be honest about everything!  This place was stocked with nothing but cute, cute, and more cute! And just as I’d feared, the clerks began to confusedly look back and forth between us.

         “I dragged her along to be my dress-up doll!”

         …Huh?

         “Ohh, so that’s what’s going on! Your tastes are as unique as ever!”

         “You know, Meguru-chan, if you’re too demanding all the time, she might get tired of you.”

         “Right? Must be tough for you, Amanone-san.”

         “Ah, ahaha, whatever you say…”

         Because I was still trying to make sense of this entire interaction, my reply came out a bit stiff. I glanced over to Meguru-chan, who seemed to notice and returned my gaze.

         If I put it like this, then you don’t need to be scared of wearing this stuff!

         That’s what it felt like she was trying to tell me. Probably. …Well, it’s not like I thought I misread that, but… in the end, wasn’t I just dancing right into the palm of her hand? Was she what people meant by the term “little devil”? Hmm… no, not quite. A devil wouldn’t be as reliable as her. She was more like a pup. Not like a dog, but like a wolf. Well, anyway, I sent a silent thanks back to her gaze, to which she responded with a wink.

         “Hm. Hmhmhmhmm…. Now, which one of these would be best for Senpai…?”

         Once fully inside and browsing, Meguru-chan had become completely focused. I was out of my element here, so I simply watched from behind her and let my heart flutter in anticipation at what she’d choose for me.

         “Hey there.”

         “Oh, yes?!”

         Suddenly, one of the staff members spoke to me. She was the woman that had first approached Meguru-chan.

         “It’s nice to meet you. I’m this store’s manager, Nico.”

         “Likewise. I’m Amanone.”

         She’d maintained a gentle, radiant smile the whole time, as befitting her name[2]. To be completely honest, I usually wasn’t good with people older than me, but I was pretty comfortable around her like I was with Mori-sensei.

         “You’ve been looking after Meguru-chan, haven’t you? She’s a regular here, to the point that she’s basically a little sister to all of us! So truly, thank you so much!”

         “Oh, no, it’s really nothing. She’s actually the one looking after me most of the time.”

         “Oh, my. so young and yet so polite.”

         “Ahaha…”

         I was telling the truth, though. I’m the one always relying on the people around me.

         “It was a bit of a surprise, to tell you the truth. She’s never really been one for romance.”

         “Huh? Really?”

         “Mhm. So seeing her introducing you to us so proudly makes me very happy.”

         Nico-san turned her gentle smile toward Meguru-chan. Hmm… I see. Just as she gave me the freedom to breathe, if I was able to save her in some way as well, then that’d make me really happy too.

         “In other words, I’m incredibly grateful that you’ve exorcised that evil spirit for us! Like, ‘Wow, I’m so moved that my eyes… OH, MY EYES… THE TEARS, THEY WON’T STOP!!!’ …Or something of the sort. That’s how it feels.”

         Uh, what? Say that again?

         “Senpai!”

         I thought I’d heard some really weird Japanese coming out of Nico-san’s mouth just now, but right then, Meguru-chan came back with a full outfit in her shopping basket.

         “Your height and features aren’t the same as mine, so I’m actually having a little trouble… Let’s start with something simple and work from there — so could you try these on?”

         “Yeah, let’s do that.”

         “Thanks! Hey, Nico-san! We can try these on, right?”

         “You absolutely may!”

         At that, we headed to the fitting room.

         “Here you go!”

         She handed me all the stuff in her basket.

         “O-okay.”

         While these were pretty simple, they were clearly more geared towards a cutesy aesthetic. Just the act of holding them was extraordinary enough to send my heart racing. I closed the curtain, asking Meguru-chan to wait outside for a moment.

         “Phew… Well, here goes…”

         First, I took off what I was already wearing —       

         ?!?!?

         Right then, I saw myself in the full-length mirror wearing the lingerie that I’d put my heart into wearing this morning. I quickly turned away just as quickly as the sight had entered my eyes, hurrying to put on what I’d been given. Hmm… this is how it goes, right? Yeah, probably. I took a step back to look at the mirror again, and —

         “Oh…”

         A sound came out of my mouth involuntarily.

         “Senpai? Are you done?”

         “Yeah.”

         “Can I take a look now?”

         “…Feel free.”

         The curtain swung open with a swish.

         “Wow…”

         She let out a breathy gasp when she saw me. I was wearing a one-piece dress styled with a jacket over it. Simple and undeniably feminine. I started to feel self-conscious and got a bit fidgety, but going by Meguru-chan’s reaction…

         “Senpai. …That looks SO good on you!!!”

         “R-really?”

         Even though my reply gave more of a seriously? vibe, I already knew that I looked good in this. Simply put, it was like I had turned from a prince into a princess. And disregarding the incident from this morning, this type of outfit wasn’t really particular about your height. This wasn’t something that I’d been aware of before, since I’d always picked out clothes that accentuated my height.

         “Oh, my! That really suits you!”

         “Woah, holy crap, what?! You can pull off both cool and cute?!”

         “I mean, look at that face! She’s basically cheating with looks like that!!”

         Even the staff had gotten drawn in by the commotion. Which was a little embarrassing, but I didn’t mind the attention.

         “I think we should definitely get you in something bolder!”

         Meguru-chan said, dashing off to find some more clothes. Even the staff was helping out. …And since I was already in the outfit, I figured I ought to take a selfie.

         “Excuse me, am I allowed to take photos in these?”

         “Of course!”

         Having received the okay, I struck a cute pose and — SNAP!

         “…You can definitely tell I’m not used to posing like this.”

         But that’s what made it so great! …Actually, though, there’s no way in hell I could ever show a picture of myself looking like this to anyone. Ahem. Where was I? Right. We were just getting started. Was this racing heartbeat because my nerves, or was it exhilaration? It was time to find out.

         For the second outfit, she styled it to highlight the skirt and lean more into the youthful high schooler look.

         “So cute!”

         “It’s giving ethereal!”

         “You’ve transcended gap moe!”

         “Heh, really? Ehehehe…”

         “Hey, Senpai! Could I do something with your hair?”

         “Sure, as long as I can undo it later.”

         She adjusted it to look a bit more soft, as compared to how I’d originally styled it to be more neat and dignified.

         “Woah!!!! That’s some generational cuteness!”

         “Senpai! Can I take a picture too?!”

         “Huh? …Fine, but only one.”

         The third outfit: jirai kei[3].

         “That. Is. So. CUTE!!!!!!”

         “Please ruin my life.”

         “That’s it. Starting today, you’re Japan’s Minister of Cuteness.”

         “Senpai, hit a pose!”

         “N-nya! Nyan nyan!”

         “KYAAAAAA!”

         Number four: an idol costume.

         “Ohmygodthat’ssocute.”

         “She’s an angel!”

         “Give us some fanservice!”

         Unsure of what to do, I put my hand in a peace sign.

         “Yay! Peace!”

         “You’re shining so bright, Senpai… Let’s shoot for the Budokan[4] together!”

         “Yeah! I’ll do my best!”

         Wait, I’m an idol now?! Guess I gotta roll with it!

         “…Hey, wait. Isn’t something off about this?”

         One of the staff interjected right as a new chapter of my life was about to begin.

         “We’ve gotten a bit off the course from ‘cute outfits’, haven’t we…?”

         “You’re not wrong… Actually, maybe I shouldn’t be saying this as an employee, but why do we even carry idol costumes?”

         “Oh, dear…”

         ……

         Meguru-chan and I exchanged a glance.

         “Ahaha… sorry, she was just so cute that I got swept up in the moment….”

         “Hey, now! You shouldn’t be making your girlfriend uncomfortable!”

         “Okay, but wasn’t Amanone-san kinda getting into it too?”       

         “No, I’m just good at acting the part!”

         I hastily clarified.

         “Oh, is that so? Are you an aspiring actress, by any chance?”

         Nico-san asked.

         Phew, that was close. …They were gassing me up so much that I lost it and got carried away. Reflecting on my behavior just now, I felt so embarrassed that my face could spontaneously combust.

         “Um, I think I’ll go pick out something new based on our original direction. Could you wait here, Senpai?”      

         “Yeah… For now, I just wanna get out of this thing.”

         I ducked into the fitting room to break the idol spell.

         And no, you absolutely do not get to know how I felt about those outfits.

         “Hm?”

         Meguru-chan, having calmed down, had picked out something new for me to try on, but I was having some trouble. I tilted my head quizzically, turning the garment over and over again in my hands while inspecting it.

         “…How do I even put this on? What?”

         “Senpai? What was that?”

         Oops. I’d forgotten that she was waiting right outside. She’d overhead me talking to myself.

         “Sorry, I just can’t figure out how to put this on…”

         “Oh? I can help if you’d like.”

         “Please do.”

         The curtain slid open a little and Meguru-chan’s head popped out from behind.

         “Oh-uh-S-Senpai—“

         “Hm?”

         She was staring at me, eyes wide open and jaw on the floor, like she’d just seen something not of this world. More accurately, it seemed like she’d frozen up at the sight of my body. It was in that moment that it finally dawned on me. I’d taken care to not look at the mirror while changing this entire time. Especially during this part, when I was right in the middle of a state of undress. Simply put, I was in my underwear. It was embarrassing enough to be half-naked in front of Meguru-chan, but the worst part was the kind of underwear I had on — the special lingerie I’d chosen for the occasion.

         “Haah… huff… haah…”

         Meguru-chan’s face was flushed scarlet. With those bloodshot eyes and her ragged breathing, it was as if all the blood had gone straight to her head.

         “H-h-h-hold up! It’s not what you think!”

         I scrambled to shield my body with my hands while coming up with an explanation.

         “This isn’t what it looks like! It’s just that, uh… I wanted to put in a little extra effort for our first date!”

         “Haah… I-I see…”

         “So like, it’s really not like that!! This doesn’t mean anything in particular!!”

         “O-Okay. Got it. It’s my bad for peeking in without warning you.”

         “I wasn’t having any impure thoughts! There’s no way I was thinking about going all the way on our first date!”

         “Uh, S-Senpai, I get it already, so could you please calm down? The staff is gonna hear if you keep talking this loudly.

         “Wait, no, sorry! It’s not that I don’t want to, but—“

         “Wha— Senpai?! What are you even saying?! Oh, whatever. Screw this.”

         “Huh?!”

         While I was still in a state of total confusion, Meguru-chan stepped fully into the fitting room with me. She slid the curtain closed, leaving the two of us alone in this cramped space. My heart leaped violently at the thought of what was possibly about to happen.

         “Huuhhh?!”

         Then, as if to turn up the heat even further, she began to strip.

         “Meguru-chan, w-what are you doing?!”

         She ignored me, continuing to undress. I didn’t know what to do at this point, so I just squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my teeth to try and endure whatever was going on. In this little room, much too cramped for two people, it was totally silent save for the rustling of fabric. I couldn’t even think. I could only endure.

         “…Senpai, it’s okay now.”

         The rustling ceased, and she finally spoke.

         “O-okay for what?”

         “Um… I mean that you can open your eyes now.”

         Her words were at total odds with the current state of affairs. Even I knew that opening my eyes right now could lead to a disaster. I pointedly shook my head.

         “I won’t do anything weird.”

         She gently said.

         “…”

         “Please.”

         Her tone was dead serious. Hearing her speak like that made me run through all the memories I’d had of her up until now.

         “…Should I really?”

         Those memories were why I thought I could entrust myself to her.

         “Yes.”

         “Okay, then…”

         I slowly began to open my eyes. As the sight before me began to become clearer and clearer, what became reflected in my gaze was Meguru-chan… standing there in her underwear.

         Up top, a black, floral pattern bloomed over her intimate parts, the sheer lace making a desperate attempt to conceal what refused to stay hidden. My eyes went further down to see ribbons tied up in bows at the hips, fabric cut so high that there was basically nothing covering her rear.

         “……”

         I could have never imagined that she’d be wearing something like that under that adorable outfit. That today, during all the fun we were having together, that she was actually in such daring lingerie… The sight was so shocking that I could still hardly believe it.

         “I’m actually in something even wilder than you, Senpai, so… it’s okay.”

         And no lie was spoken. She seemed embarrassed for me to be looking at her — naturally — and kept her gaze towards the floor. Still, her eyes still darted about, trying to meet mine. It was the first time I’d ever seen her this bashful. Despite that, the sight in front of me was incredibly bold, and that contrast was irresistibly sensual.

         “So… have you calmed down now?”

         “Y-yeah.”

         Now that was a lie. I couldn’t tell if my heart was pounding so fast I couldn’t count the beats, or if it had completely stopped altogether.

         “Well, in that case, I’m gonna get dressed.”

         “Sure… Oh, I guess I should do that too.”

         I turned my back to the resumed noise of rustling fabric, getting to work on what I had been about to put on.

         “I’m wearing clothes now.”

         I heard from behind me.

         “O-oh. I see.”

         “Oh, let me show you how to get that on.”

         “Huh? A-ah, right! Please do!”

         I’d almost forgotten the entire reason why she’d come in here in the first place. She helped me get it on the right way.

         “And that’s how you do it. Um… You look really cute in that.”

         “I see… Thanks…”

         “……”

         As we faced each other, the scene that occurred just earlier flashed through my mind, settling the atmosphere into something incredibly and indescribably awkward.

         “Hellooo~”

         Nico-san’s voice rang from outside.

         “Eek!”

         We both jumped at her sudden interjection like we’d heard a balloon pop out of nowhere.

         “Is everything all right in there, you two?”

         Oh, no. Had she started getting ideas? Desperate to do away with any suspicions, I hurried to pull open the curtain.

         “I just was having trouble putting this on, so Meguru-chan was showing me how! Right?!”

         “Y-yep! What do you think, Nico-san?! Doesn’t this really suit her?!”

         “Oh my.”

       We were telling the truth. And it’s not like we’d done anything improper, per se.

         “Please come again!”

         “Y-yeah, sure…”

         But we still felt incredibly guilty, swiftly making our purchase and exiting the store.

         “Looks like the sun’s already down.”

         “Sure is.”

         We were now heading to the station together. This date was now finally reaching its end.

         “Did you have a good time today?”

         “Of course. How about you, Meguru-chan?”

         “Just being with you is enough to make my day!”

         Because it was coming from her, even a corny line like that was able to bring me joy. Perhaps it was because I knew, without a doubt, that it was the truth. We hadn’t been together for very long, but my days with her were all full of excitement. And now, I’d finally begun to understand her. She’d had my attention from the very first moment I’d laid eyes on her on that tree-lined path. The second time we’d met, she’d confessed to me and made me think she was trouble. Now, I knew that those experiences represented the gap between her inner and outer self, things that were all part of who she was.

         I’d never met anyone else like her. …She was someone that called me cute. An experience I’d never had, something that left me perplexed and bewildered. Then, what did I feel about this date? We walked together, ate together, shared some embarrassing moments together… Yep. I was always flustered and unsure when around her, but even so… there was one thing I knew for certain. It wasn’t exactly a thought that I could say matched my cool exterior, though.

         “Meguru-chan?”

         “Yes?”

         “Do you still have a little time left? I have something important to talk about.” 

         “…Yes.”

         Her expression stiffened, and I imagined mine did as well.

         “It’s a bit conspicuous out here. Wanna find a different spot to talk?”

         She suggested.

         “Ah… Yeah. I’d like somewhere we can be alone, if possible.”

         Finding somewhere like that while out and about was a bit of a task. …The secret room, maybe? No, there was no school today, so we’d have to break in…

         “Ah.”

         Right.

         “Meguru-chan, wanna come over to my place?”

         “…Huh?!”

         All of a sudden, her face grew bright red.


    [1] This is probably a reference to the TV show Kamen Rider Den-O, in which the titular transforming hero has a form called the “Climax Form”.  Personally speaking, I think it’s a great season of Kamen Rider.

    [2] Niconico can mean to grin or smile in Japanese. Some may relate this to Yazawa Nico of Nico Nico Nii fame.

    [3] Literally “landmine style.” Popular fashion aesthetic and subculture that’s associated with emotional instability. I won’t speak for the subculture, but the aesthetic is very cute.

    [4] Originally built for the 1964 Summer Olympics, the Budokan now carries great significance as a concert venue. Performing there is considered to be a major milestone for Japanese musicians. Aside from that, it’s a nice venue. Very spacious and great acoustics.


    I’ll be posting another part sometime tomorrow! That’ll actually be wraps for the volume, and I’ll have the extras done posthaste. Also, I have a pretty good idea of what I’ll be posting to Ave Lilium next, so stay tuned for that!


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  • [From Mutual Hate To A One-Night Mistake] Chapter Four

    July 16th, 2026

         People who set out to create art should experience as many works of art as they could.

         Creating, in Hatano’s view, was much like learning how to walk by following in the footsteps of the great works that came before. Bernard of Chartres believed that humans were able to see farther only because they stood on the shoulders of giants. By the same token, almost everything created today stood upon the foundation built by those who came before.

         But even without believing in such lofty ideals, one thing remained true: no one could hope to write something good without first knowing what good writing looked like.

         That was Hatano’s philosophy, and it was why she loved all kinds of creative works.

         Not just novels, but films, music, theater, and anime as well. Of all her hobbies, though, movies were her favorite.

         The same day she told the literature club she was quitting, Hatano stepped out of the movie theater after a late-night screening, stretching her arms overhead. The sky was already pitch black, and beneath the stars of the mid-autumn night, she could see her breath.

         Up until recently, Hatano had mainly written mystery novels. Lately, however, she’d begun to feel she’d reached her limit and figured it was time for a change. She’d decided to shift her focus to stories about youth and success instead, and tonight’s movie had doubled as research for that new direction. As it turned out, she’d enjoyed it far more than she’d expected.

         Lost in thought as story ideas swirled around in her head, Hatano came to a stop at a red light.

         Absentmindedly pulling out her phone, she noticed a message from someone she wasn’t used to hearing from.

         It was from Shinomiya.

         “Sorry about today.”

         The timestamp showed it had been sent three hours earlier, not long after she’d gotten home earlier that evening.

         As brief as the message was, Hatano hadn’t expected an apology from Shinomiya at all. She stared at the message in surprise, then let out a long sigh and gave a wry smile.

         It wasn’t as though Shinomiya had caused her any major trouble, and Shinomiya herself likely knew that too. Even so, she’d apologized anyway. Hatano couldn’t help but admire how conscientious she was.

         Hatano hesitated, unsure of what to reply with. Glancing up at the pedestrian light just as it was about to turn green, she hurriedly sent one of the stickers she usually used as her default response. Then she slipped her phone back into her pocket and started walking toward the station.

         “… Hmm.”

         But right after she crossed the street, Hatano suddenly came to a stop.

         Then she glanced toward the cluster of neon lights down the street to her right.

         The bar the literature club usually went to for its drinking parties wasn’t far from there. It wasn’t as though she particularly felt like drinking, but that message from her cheeky underclassman had gotten Hatano thinking about her a little. She had no idea what had happened after she’d left, but Shinomiya was probably out drinking with a guy again.

         That alone wouldn’t have bothered her. But what if she ended up dead drunk like she had the other night?

         Hatano didn’t particularly care who Shinomiya chose to spend the night with. It was the life she’d chosen for herself.

         And yet… now that Hatano knew a little more about the person behind that façade, she couldn’t help but worry about the self-destructive way Shinomiya lived.

         It wasn’t that Shinomiya was specifically interested in men or anything. More than anything, she simply wanted to be acknowledged by someone—regardless of whether they were a man or a woman, or whether that attention came in the form of affection or resentment.

         “Jealousy is just another form of admiration. It means they’re acknowledging me and my worth.”

         A remark Shinomiya had let slip while dead drunk the other night resurfaced in Hatano’s mind.

         Hatano stood there for a while, deep in thought, absentmindedly scratching the back of her head.

         “… Well, it’s not like I’m obligated to do anything for her, though…”

         She was beginning to understand that Shinomiya wasn’t a bad person.

         If Hatano had been at home, she wouldn’t have gone all the way out here for Shinomiya, but now that she happened to be nearby, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to at least check on her. Hatano still disliked the way Shinomiya lived and her way of thinking, but she wasn’t a bad person. Besides, however accidental it had been, they had slept together.

         “Hey! Quit trying to make moves on guys from other clubs!”

         An angry shout echoed through the street outside an izakaya near the station.

         A refined-looking girl with long black hair and glasses, the very picture of innocence, was in the middle of a confrontation with Shinomiya—a breathtaking beauty with chestnut-colored hair whose cheeks were faintly flushed from the alcohol. Looking as though she was about to grab Shinomiya by the collar, she shouted, spit flying from her mouth.

         “I’ve heard the rumors! They all say that you’re some shameless slut who does whatever she wants!”

         Passersby slowed their steps, watching the commotion from a distance.

         Shinomiya gave the emotional outburst nothing more than a cool glance before turning her attention to the group of flustered young men nearby.

         As far as she was concerned, she hadn’t done anything wrong.

         All she’d done was run into a female acquaintance from the tennis club, acting as though it had happened by chance, and tell her she was looking for people to have a few drinks with.

         Now, that same acquaintance was watching the scene unfold with obvious fear on her face, but Shinomiya wasn’t expecting her to step in. She’d already done more than enough by introducing Shinomiya to everyone.

         Having to reason with people several times a day was exhausting, so Shinomiya chose to enlist a little outside help.

         She bit her lip, put on a pained expression, and lowered her head ever so slightly. Then, wrapping her arms around herself, she apologized in a faint, trembling voice.

         “I’m sorry… I was just lonely. I didn’t want to be by myself.”

         The effect was immediate. Several of the young men sprang to her defense.

         “Hey, you didn’t have to talk to her like that!”

         “What’s so wrong about all of us having a drink together? What’s the big deal?”

         “No matter how angry you are, it’s completely out of line to insult someone you’ve just met.”

         The girl with the glasses, now being berated by several of the young men, shot back with a defiant, “Huh?” But her voice trembled.

         Sneaking a glance at her, Shinomiya covered her mouth as though trying to suppress a sob, but she couldn’t help smiling.

         It wasn’t as though she deliberately pursued married men, nor did she go after men who were already taken. She had simply said she was lonely and wanted people to have drinks with. Then, after she’d had a few drinks, she’d ask someone to walk her home. What happened after that would depend entirely on how much self-control that person had.

         She was happy.

         There were people who wanted to drink with her. People who were jealous because she attracted men’s attention. People who stood up for her.

         Everyone here recognized Shinomiya as a person and, whether their feelings were positive or negative, acknowledged her worth.

         The feeling made her so happy that it sent an almost pleasurable shiver through her body.

         If there was one thing she had to thank her parents for, it was giving her such beautiful facial features.

         Suppressing a sudden yawn, Shinomiya dabbed at the corner of her eye as though wiping away tears, then looked up at the most hot-headed of the men with pleading eyes.

         The moment he noticed, he raised his voice even more than before and resumed berating the girl with the glasses.

         With the tide now turned in Shinomiya’s favor, as long as no one else interfered, she could easily seduce one of the men to escort her home. Still, it was a little disappointing that there was no one around jealous enough to stir things up further. At this rate, it seemed like the women weren’t likely to stick around much longer.

         Besides, by this point, things had gone from an argument to outright personal attacks, so it was about time to bring the situation under control anyway.

         “P-Please, that’s enough!”

         Shinomiya pleaded in her usual sweet voice, bringing the young men’s barrage of criticism to a halt.

         Then she walked over to the girl with the glasses, who seemed to be on the verge of tears. Standing before her, Shinomiya let her own eyes well up before gently taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

         Shinomiya had been with women before. She couldn’t remember what had happened with Hatano the other night, but there had been a few others besides her. She had enough experience to understand how to make a move in situations like this. Right now, the only way for the girl with the glasses to save face was to accept Shinomiya’s apology. Thinking that would make for an interesting turn of events, Shinomiya began stringing together words she didn’t actually mean.

         “I’m sorry… The truth is, I’ve wanted to get to know you for a while now, senpai.”

         The moment the words left her lips, she felt the girl’s hand flinch ever so slightly. If the girl had reacted with nothing but disgust, Shinomiya would’ve changed course. But apparently, the girl’s heart was more vulnerable than she’d expected. Seizing the opportunity, Shinomiya intertwined their fingers and looked up at her with pleading eyes.

         “I’ve always thought you looked so cool playing tennis… But I’m terrible at sports, so this was the only chance I had to get close to you.”

         Shinomiya could see the girl’s eyes waver behind her glasses. Still holding her hand, she slowly stroked the pads of her fingers with her own.

         Noticing the girl’s cheeks beginning to flush, Shinomiya traced slow circles over her fingertips, letting out a soft, breathy sigh. Then, still lacing their fingers together, she gave the girl’s hand another gentle squeeze and pleaded with tearful eyes, her voice low and almost husky.

         “… Is that… bad?”

         Watching the girl swallow nervously, Shinomiya quietly stepped closer until they were close enough to feel each other’s breath.

         Shinomiya didn’t think someone like herself could ever truly fall in love with anyone. Whenever someone wanted something more from her, she always turned them down. That didn’t mean she was free of physical desire, though. Spending the evening with this girl didn’t sound so bad. Besides, Shinomiya figured this was the least she could do after getting the others to gang up on her like that.

         And by doing this, she’d make the guys jealous instead.

         The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Who it was. How she’d do it. None of that mattered to Shinomiya. The only thing that mattered was that someone was looking at her. That someone acknowledged her. To Shinomiya, that was the only thing that gave other people value.

         Shinomiya continued to gaze at the girl before her, whose eyes seemed to be filled with equal parts excitement and turmoil.

         But just as the girl was about to open her mouth to speak…

         “Shinomiya.”

         It wasn’t a voice she’d known long enough to call familiar, but it was one she’d been hearing a lot lately.

         A woman’s voice rose above the commotion, and Shinomiya instinctively turned toward it.

         Standing among the stream of passing pedestrians was none other than Hatano, wearing a faintly stern expression.

         “… Hatano-senpai.”

         Shinomiya was surprised by how detached her own voice sounded.

         “So, what do you want?”

         The two of them walked aimlessly side by side, leaving the neon-lit entertainment district behind for a quiet street lit only by scattered streetlights.

         In the end, Shinomiya had given up on drinking with the tennis club. Of course, she could’ve simply ignored Hatano if she’d wanted to, but it seemed her mood had already been spoiled.

         When Hatano first spotted her, Shinomiya had been arguing with one of the girls from the club. Then, before Hatano knew it, she’d started trying to flirt with that very same girl. To Shinomiya, neither gender nor circumstance seemed to matter. Romantic entanglements were nothing more than a tool for satisfying her need for validation, whether that validation came through affection or resentment.

         Hatano wasn’t exactly someone Shinomiya liked, and now that the senior-junior relationship they’d shared in the literature club no longer existed, there was nothing really tying them together anymore. Even so, Shinomiya had dutifully responded when Hatano called out to her.

         Hatano chose to keep her explanation simple.

         “Well, I just happened to be in the area, and I saw you caught up in an argument, so I figured I’d call out to you.”

         “… Are you blind? Things were just about to work themselves out.”

         Shinomiya puffed out her cheeks slightly, clearly dissatisfied as she grumbled.

         Hatano shrugged in exasperation.

         “I don’t know. It didn’t look that way to me.”

         Hatano knew full well things had been about to “work themselves out.” But she couldn’t bring herself to approve of the way Shinomiya intended to resolve the situation. Of course, who Shinomiya chose to sleep with was her own business, and Hatano had neither the right nor any obligation to stop her.

         She simply found Shinomiya’s self-destructive way of living deeply unpleasant and wanted her to think twice before going through with it.

         She didn’t think Shinomiya was exactly an upstanding person. Then again, she’d never thought of herself as one, either.

         Realizing Hatano was trying to brush the matter aside by playing dumb, Shinomiya sighed.

         “… Oh, give me a break. How I choose to live my life is my business. Like, are you my mom or something? Unfortunately, the only thing that’s ever gone through your birth canal are my fingers.”

         “Well, who knows? You might’ve stuck your tongue in there too.”

         “My tongue’s not swollen, so that’s impossible.”

         Shinomiya said, emphasizing her nasty remark by sticking out her tongue.

         Scratching the back of her head, Hatano quietly covered up her true thoughts with another lie.

         “It’s not like I care how you choose to live your life. I really did just happen to be passing through. You were a familiar face, and it looked like you were caught up in an argument, so I called out to you. That’s all there was to it.”

         Hatano had come up with that lie simply to avoid the hassle of explaining herself any further. Shinomiya, however, remained silent for a while, her eyes fixed on the path ahead as they walked. Then she turned to Hatano, clear annoyance written across her face.

         “… I like it when people are jealous of me and when they look at me with desire. No, I love it more than anything in the world. I love having people acknowledge my worth. And you got in the way of that. Then, on top of that, you’re going to lie to me?”

         Unlike her usual banter, she seemed genuinely angry.

         “It’s not like I was trying to get in your way or anything…”

         “The fact that you called out to me at that exact moment says otherwise.”

         “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t jump to conclusions. You’re the one who decided not to go with them.”

         Hatano had wanted Shinomiya to think twice about what she was doing, but Shinomiya was the one who had the final say, and Hatano had left that choice to her. She could apologize for spoiling the mood, but she wasn’t sure if someone who had simply “happened to run into” Shinomiya and called out to her really owed an apology.

         That said, the truth was, part of Hatano had wanted to get in Shinomiya’s way. Shinomiya’s accusation wasn’t entirely off the mark, and Hatano let out a sigh. With no room left for rebuttal and seeing the deeply displeased look on Shinomiya’s face, she decided to reveal a small part of what she really felt.

         “… I just wanted to dissuade you from your unhealthy habit of hitting on everyone you meet.”

         Hearing Hatano finally admit how she truly felt, Shinomiya frowned in bewilderment. Then she let out a scoff, her lips curling into a sneer as she mocked Hatano.

         “You think you’re my girlfriend just because we slept together one time? Get over yourself. I don’t know what I was thinking the other day, but now that I’m sober, I can confidently tell you that you’re exactly the kind of person I hate the most, senpai.”

         Hatano felt the same way. Or at least, she thought she did. Yet for some reason, she’d selfishly tried to “correct” her acquaintance’s self-destructive behavior according to her own values. This time, she was undeniably the one in the wrong. Acknowledging that, Hatano lowered her gaze and apologized.

         “… I guess I got carried away and thought we’d become a little closer. Sorry.”

         As soon as the words left Hatano’s mouth, Shinomiya’s eyes wavered ever so slightly before she composed herself.

         Having said what she needed to say, Hatano decided there was no point in continuing the conversation. She turned toward the station and attempted to make her escape. But before she could get far, someone grabbed her by the arm.

         “Hey!”

         The voice sounded flustered, almost angry. Hatano turned to see who had grabbed her, only to find Shinomiya glaring back at her with a displeased expression on her face.

         “What?”

         “Don’t ‘what’ me! You’re seriously just going to leave like this? Are you stupid!?”

         Shinomiya’s furious outburst immediately rubbed Hatano the wrong way.

         “W-What do you mean, ‘stupid’!? I was leaving because you were clearly annoyed with me!”

         “I said your lecturing was annoying! I never told you to leave!”

         “You think I have any other reason to talk to you besides lecturing you? Idiot!”

         Hatano had only insulted Shinomiya because out of sheer annoyance. In response, Shinomiya glared back, her cheeks flushed with anger as she let out a muffled, “Grr.”

         The road to the station took them away from the busy shopping district, so there was hardly anyone around. Fortunately, no one had been there to witness their shouting match.

         Still wearing a dissatisfied expression, Shinomiya looked as though she were debating something. After a few moments of hesitation, she checked to make sure no one was around. Hatano braced herself for whatever Shinomiya was about to say, but instead, Shinomiya took her hand.

         “I told you already, didn’t I? I love being envied, and I love being acknowledged by others so much it makes me wet. Then you went and got in the way. Do you get what I’m saying? You left me high and dry, so don’t act like you can just walk away after meddling in my business.”

         Her cheeks flushed red as she complained.

         As Shinomiya spoke, Hatano felt her fingertip being guided toward the entrance to Shinomiya’s vagina. With every word that left her lips, the muscles there quivered ever so slightly. Warm and inviting, it seemed to beckon Hatano’s finger farther inside.

         Though caught off guard by Shinomiya’s sudden strange behavior, Hatano found herself feeling little hesitation. Just the other day, they’d seen each other completely naked and, despite remembering none of it, had slept together. Hatano herself had spent the morning unable to satisfy the desire she’d been feeling. And while she disliked Shinomiya as a person, she felt little physical aversion or disgust toward her. If it was nothing more than a physical relationship, Shinomiya was a perfectly decent partner.

         Shinomiya continued to complain, her breath turning white in the autumn night air.

         “At this point, even you will do, senpai. I was supposed to sleep with that other girl, but you got in the way, so you should take responsibility and do it with me instead… I may hate you more than anyone else in the world, but sleeping with you would still feel a hundred times better than taking care of myself.”

         Hearing someone say, “Sleeping with you would still feel a hundred times better than taking care of myself,” should have been at least a little flattering, but that didn’t seem to be the case here. To Shinomiya, satisfying herself alone was simply that meaningless to her. The only thing that held any value was doing it with someone who acknowledged her worth.

         Maybe she really did owe Shinomiya for getting in her way.

         A deep ache stirred within her, and her desire for Shinomiya began to drown out her better judgment. Even so, Hatano managed to summon every ounce of her remaining self-control to refuse. If she were to give in now, everything she’d said to Shinomiya up until this point would lose its credibility.

         “This is exactly why I’ve been lecturing you. To stop you from doing things like this.”

         Hatano’s refusal was firm, but Shinomiya frowned in disbelief.

         “We’ve already slept together once. One more time isn’t going to change anything. Or… is it because you don’t want me?”

         “You’re the kind of person I hate more than anyone else in the world, but I do think you’re attractive.”

         “Then what’s the problem?”

         “You’re a damn piece of work, but… after that text you sent me earlier today, I don’t think you’re a bad person. That’s why I want you to change the way you live. And that’s exactly why I can’t say yes.”

         Hatano stood her ground. In response, Shinomiya pouted.

         “I see you’re the kind of person to turn someone down but won’t let them hook up with anyone else either. Loosen up a little—both up in your head and down between your legs. Come on, it’s just a one-night stand.”

         “No.”

         “Nothing will change your mind?”

         “If you insist that I need to take responsibility, then I’ll at least pay for a sex worker.”

         As she spoke, Hatano reached into her pocket for her wallet, intending to press a few ten-thousand-yen bills into Shinomiya’s hand. It would be a painful expense, but she’d rather pay that than compromise her principles. Steeling herself, she started to pull the money out.

         “Oh, fine. I get it.”

         Looking thoroughly exasperated, Shinomiya stopped her.

         Still glaring at Hatano in annoyance, Shinomiya reluctantly offered an alternative.

         “I’ll just give up and take care of myself instead. Let me use your apartment. I want to get this out of my system as soon as possible, but my place is too far away, and I can’t exactly do it in a public restroom. Plus, I can’t do it unless I’m fully naked.”

         Letting a younger classmate from university use her apartment to masturbate sounded completely absurd. But sexual desire wasn’t something to be taken lightly, and Hatano couldn’t ignore the fact that she’d taken away the partner Shinomiya had managed to find for herself. She did owe her something, and agreeing to this wouldn’t mean compromising her own convictions.

         Reluctantly, Hatano realized she had no choice but to nod.


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  • [Part 235] Spending the Last Day of the Year with Sendai-san (III)

    July 7th, 2026

             As soon as Sendai-san and I walked into the convenience store, we found ourselves debating if we should buy bento boxes.

             I figured it would be too much trouble to cook once we got home, but Sendai-san insisted that since we already had some ingredients at home, we should make a proper meal—especially since it was New Year’s Eve.

             Neither of us was willing to back down, so we settled it with a game of rock-paper-scissors. In the end, Sendai-san won, and we ended up going with her idea.

             「Cooking is such a pain. I still think it’d be easier if we just bought something to eat and went home to relax.」

             I complained as Sendai-san dropped two cream puffs into the shopping basket.

             「Come on. It’s the last day of the year. I want us to have a proper meal.」

             She said, as though trying to make the day feel like it was supposed to be special.

             「It’s not like this is the last December 31st we’ll ever have.」

             I tossed two cups of pudding into the basket.

             「Are you saying you’ll spend New Year’s Eve with me again next year?」

             「Well, it’s not like I’d have anything else to do anyway, right?」

             「Are you hung up on what I said earlier?」

             「Not really.」

             I wasn’t really bothered by Sendai-san pointing out that I didn’t have anything else to do after I’d admitted I’d probably get sleepy halfway through our all-nighter. She wasn’t wrong. I didn’t have any plans, and Maika wasn’t around anyway.

             But even if I did have plans next New Year’s Eve, I’d probably still want to spend it with her.

             If I filled my calendar with plans with her, I’d have less painfully boring time to spend by myself, so I wasn’t exactly against the idea.

             「Let’s get this too, Sendai-san.」

             I said, dropping some chocolate into our basket.

             「Sure. Anything else?」

             「I also want ramune. What about you?」

             「I’ll grab some chips.」

             We added a few more snacks to the basket, paid, and then left the convenience store. We chatted on the way home and decided to make mizutaki1 for dinner.

             「Miyagi, can you get the donabe2 for me?」

             The moment Sendai-san said that, my stomach—despite having eaten a slice of cheesecake not that long ago—growled.

             She laughed.

             I kicked her in the leg as she looked through the refrigerator for the ingredients, then took out the donabe like she’d asked.

             Sendai-san chopped the ingredients into small pieces, started the soup in the pot, and then added the chicken. As the chicken cooked, she occasionally skimmed the foam from the surface of the soup before adding the vegetables, mushrooms, and finally the tofu. Once everything had finished simmering and the rice was done cooking, we carried it all to Sendai-san’s room.

             「Why aren’t we eating in the shared living space? It’ll just be more of a hassle to clean up in here.」

             I asked as Sendai-san set our chopsticks on the calico and black cat chopstick rests.

             「It’s New Year’s Eve. I thought it’d feel more special if we did something different for a change.」

             「I’m fine with the way we usually do things.」

             「Sure, but there’s nothing wrong with doing something different every once in a while, is there? Come on, let’s start eating.」

             Sendai-san said as she sat down with her back against the bed. I took a seat across from her, and together we picked up our chopsticks and said, “Let’s eat.”

             I picked up some cabbage and chicken, dipped them into my bowl of ponzu sauce, and found myself staring off into space.

             When was the last time I had hot pot?

             No matter how hard I tried to remember, I couldn’t.

             「Would you have preferred something other than mizutaki?」

             I looked up at the sound of Sendai-san’s voice.

             Before we started living together, I mostly lived off ready-made meals and frozen food, and I hardly ever cooked for myself, so it wasn’t surprising that I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had hot pot.

             「I hardly ever eat hot pot, so this is fine. Besides, I’m okay with anything.」

             I quietly shared the conclusion I’d come to, then took a bite of the chicken, chewing it thoroughly before swallowing.

             There wasn’t much fun in eating hot pot by myself, so even if I’d cooked back then, I probably wouldn’t have made it anyway.

             「I see. So, is it good?」

             Without asking why I hardly ever ate hot pot, Sendai-san simply smiled after I answered, “Yeah, it is.”

             She was as kind as ever.

             But when I couldn’t do anything for her in return, her unconditional kindness only made it harder to look her in the eye. I felt a little awkward.

             I lowered my gaze to the black cat chopstick rest as I continued eating my cabbage and chicken.

             I dipped some mizuna3 and tofu into my bowl, then glanced over at the penguin plush lying on the bed.

             It was the one I’d won from the crane game on Christmas Day, and every time I came into her room, it seemed to be in a different spot.

             Sometimes it was on the floor, and other times it was sitting on the bed.

             Today, it seemed to have taken Sendai-san’s place on the bed, sleeping beneath her comforter.

             I couldn’t tell whether she really cherished it or not.

             「Sendai-san, you said you wanted a penguin plush, right? Do you like the one you got?」

             My thoughts drifted back to Sendai-san’s birthday.

             She’d said she wanted us to be able to have the kind of ordinary conversations anyone else could have. She’d also mentioned that she’d grown to like penguins and that she’d regretted not buying a plush when we’d gone to the aquarium.

             But I wasn’t sure how she felt about one won from a crane machine.

             「I do. I even use it as a body pillow.」

             「You like penguins that much?」

             「I mean, you like penguins, don’t you, Miyagi?」

             Instead of answering my question, Sendai-san answered with one of her own. She took a bite of tofu, then muttered, “Hot.”

             「We’re not talking about me. I was asking if you like them, Sendai-san.」

             「I do. That’s why I sleep with the plush.」

             The penguin sleeping on her bed wasn’t small enough to fit in the palm of someone’s hand, but it wasn’t really big enough to cuddle while sleeping either. If she wanted a body pillow, she should be hugging something bigger.

             「Isn’t that penguin a little too small to use as a body pillow?」

             「In that case, do you want to be my body pillow instead?」

             「Absolutely not.」

             I shot Sendai-san a glare for saying something so ridiculous before helping myself to some more chicken from the pot. She did the same, dipping a piece into her own bowl of ponzu sauce.

             We kept chatting about trivial things as we ate. Our pace was much slower than usual, and it took us a while to finish everything.

             I wasn’t sure our conversation could really be called lively, but the hot pot was delicious, and I was glad we hadn’t bought bento boxes at the convenience store instead.

             「Miyagi, should we eat the pudding or the cream puffs first?」

             Now that there was little left in the pot besides the broth, Sendai-san asked in a cheerful voice.

             「You can choose, Sendai-san.」

             「Which one do you like more?」

             「Pudding.」

             At times like these, Sendai-san rarely made the choice herself. She always left it up to me. While that made me happy, it also made me feel like she was hiding her true feelings from me.

             It wasn’t a big deal which one we ate first. But if she wanted us to have the kind of ordinary conversations anyone else could have, she should share her own opinions more often too. The decision itself was trivial, but it frustrated me that she wouldn’t even tell me what she wanted.

             「Alright, wait here. I’ll go get them.」

             Still without telling me which one she wanted to eat first, Sendai-san stood up. She left the room and returned a moment later with the pudding cups and a pair of spoons.

             「Did you want to eat the pudding first too, Sendai-san?」

             「Yeah.」

             Even though she’d been the one to put the cream puffs in our shopping basket, Sendai-san answered with a smile as she peeled back the lid of her pudding cup.

             Giving up on trying to get anything more out of her, I peeled back the lid of my own pudding and took a bite.

             It was soft, cold, and delicious.

             After another bite, Sendai-san patted the spot beside her.

             「Come here.」

             「Why?」

             「The pudding will taste better if we sit next to each other.」

             「I think it’ll taste the same no matter where I sit.」

             「Really? I swear it tastes better. Why don’t you come over here and see for yourself?」

             Smiling, Sendai-san took another bite of her pudding.

             There was no reason to listen to her.

             I’d never heard anyone say pudding tasted different depending on where they sat, so I knew she was making it up. She was probably planning to do something weird if I sat next to her—or maybe she was plotting to steal some of my pudding.

             Even so, she’d made us such a good meal today. As thanks, I figured I could at least play along.

             「I suppose I could give it a try.」

             I said as I sat down beside her and took a bite of my pudding.

             Of course, it tasted exactly the same as it did a moment ago.

             「So? Does it taste good?」

             「It does, but it doesn’t taste any different than before.」

             「I see. Want a bite of mine, then?」

             Sendai-san asked as she scooped up another spoonful, so I shoved her arm away and firmly said, “No.”

             「But it really does taste better…」

             Sendai-san mumbled beside me, but we were eating the exact same pudding, so there was no point in taking a bite or two from hers. The taste wasn’t going to change no matter how many bites I took.

             「Anyway, can I take one last picture of you this year, Miyagi?」

             Setting her pudding down on the table, Sendai-san picked up her phone and pointed the camera at me.

             「Absolutely not.」

             「You’re so stingy, Miyagi.」

             「I don’t care if I am.」

             「Then at least let me have a bite of your pudding.」

             「We’re eating the same kind of pudding, so just eat your own.」

             「Fine, I will.」

             Sendai-san gave up surprisingly easily. Picking up the pudding cup she’d just set down, she took another spoonful.

             「Hey, Miyagi.」

             She murmured quietly, her eyes fixed on the pudding cup, now two-thirds empty.

             「What is it?」

             「Don’t let Mio or senpai call you ‘Shiori.’」

             「I wasn’t planning to.」

             「Because if they do, I’m going to start calling you ‘Shiori’ too.」

             She whispered into my ear, and I instinctively shoved her away.

             「Whoa, careful, Miyagi. You almost dropped your pudding.」

             Hearing her voice that close to my ear felt too good.

             It made me remember things I shouldn’t have been thinking about.

             「You’re the one that got way too close all of a sudden, Sendai-san. It’s hard to eat when you’re that close, so stay back.」

             I said, trying to play it off, then scooped up another bite of pudding and brought it to my mouth.


    1. Mizutaki (水炊き) is a Japanese hot pot dish that usually contains chicken, mushrooms, tofu and other assorted vegetables as its main ingredients. It is usually stewed in a kelp broth and served with ponzu sauce (a tart, citrus-based Japanese sauce) to use for you to dip the food in. ↩︎
    2. A donabe (土鍋) is a type of earthenware pot made out of a special clay to use over an open flame for Japanese cuisine. You would usually use it for things like making hot pot, soup, stew or steaming fish, vegetables, rice, etc. ↩︎
    3. Mizuna (水菜), also known as Japanese mustard greens, is a type of leafy green vegetable usually used in hot pot, salads or soups. ↩︎

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