Chapter 3 | “Don’t Forget Me”

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School trip, third day in Tokyo.

Today is effectively the final day.

Up until now, we checked out of the hotel in the morning, checked into a hotel near our destination, and headed straight to enjoy the theme park.

Having successfully completed the hotel transfer, we gathered in front of the theme park’s entrance gate. With excited students buzzing around, our teacher, Sasaki-sensei, went over the precautions.

“Ahem. Today is a big event for all of you, but this is still a school trip. It’s part of your education, so don’t get too carried away…”

A massive wave of boos erupted.

In front of students brimming with uncontainable impulses, even this level of restraint could spark an explosion.

“Argh! Fine, fine! Just don’t cause any trouble. That’s all!”

With a cheer, the students rushed into the theme park.

Eager to enjoy the theme park myself, I searched for Enomoto-san.

“Uh, where’s Enomoto-san…?”

“Yuu-kun, over here!”

I turned toward the voice calling me.

“Good. Enomoto-sa… huh? What are you doing?”

Spotting my target, I furrowed my brow.

At first glance, she wore the same school uniform as us. But her hair was styled in bold, curled twin-tails, something she’d never do normally.

That was fine, but the mysterious sunglasses and smug expression were what caught my attention.

“I’m not Enomoto Rion. I’m TPT Agent, codename ‘R’!”

“Tch, TPT Agent, codename ‘R’!?”

That’s way too long!

Isn’t a codename supposed to simplify things? She’s asserting herself so much she’s practically a regular person in full festival mode!

“What does TPT Agent stand for?”

“Theme Park Thrill Agent.”

“That’s lame beyond belief…”

Oh, right. Enomoto-san is the type to come up with stuff like this.

No, I get it. She’s radiating an over-the-top “I’m so excited for the theme park!” aura. It’s cute.

The TPT Agent glanced at her phone and gasped.

“Oh no! We’re already three minutes behind schedule. Let’s hurry!”

“Huh? That’s the vibe we’re going with?”

This agent is stricter than her appearance suggests…

Enomoto-san tightly hugged my arm with both of hers.

(Ugh…)

Flustered by the sensation, I saw Enomoto-san smiling at me.

“Yuu-kun, let’s have fun!”

“…Yeah.”

I was a bit worried since she seemed off yesterday.

But her smile, as if all that was just my imagination, made me feel a little relieved.

Marine World ‘Atlantis’

A wildly popular theme park featuring mascots inspired by sea creatures and attractions cleverly incorporating oceanic natural phenomena.

I’d seen this place on TV countless times since I was a kid, but stepping foot here was a first. Being in Kanto, it’s not somewhere people from Kyushu can easily visit.

…Man, it’s seriously crowded.

Even on a weekday afternoon, it’s packed with people. The students from our school, who charged in so eagerly, are already scattered and barely visible. Even our local amusement park isn’t this crowded on weekends…

Marveling at how amazing the city is, I checked with Enomoto-san, who was sparkling with excitement as she looked around, about our plans. Cute.

“Enomoto-san, what’s first on the…”

“This.”

Her response was instantaneous.

She showed me her phone, displaying a pirate hat headband. It’s the trademark of this theme park’s main mascot, Same-tarou—a bipedal shark dressed as a pirate.

Its official name is much longer, but somehow it got stuck with Same-tarou, the poor thing. In the lore… what was it again? He’s the pirate king of the Caribbean and a descendant of high nobility, apparently. But in Japan, he’s just Same-tarou. Charm matters.

I swallowed hard at the ultra-cliché item.

“First, we’re going to a nearby shop to buy this. You can’t be recognized as part of this theme park without wearing it.”

“Huh, seriously? That’s how it works? Even after paying the entrance fee?”

Enomoto-san snorted, giving me a “you don’t get it, kid” vibe. Is she a bar hostess dealing with weekend regulars?

“Listen, Yuu-kun. A theme park is a fantasy we all create together. Some people misunderstand, but we’re not just welcomed as guests. We have to embrace the spirit of being invited into this world. It’s not just the staff’s job to make it happen—we have a duty to act as part of this world, too…”

“That’s some intense passion.”

She’s starting to sound like a seasoned theme park veteran.

Come to think of it, Enomoto-san pretends she’s above this stuff, but she never misses events like this. She’s probably done her research perfectly, hasn’t she?

“You’re acting all knowledgeable, but this is your first time here too, right… Ow, ow, ow! Sorry, I won’t nitpick anymore. Please, stop pinching my arm…!”

She’s way too intense about events…

Brushing off my nonsense, Enomoto-san clenched her fist tightly.

“That’s the theme park way. It might be embarrassing, Yuu-kun, but let’s do it together, okay?”

“…Got it. When in Rome, do as the Romans do, right?”

We entered a nearby shop together.

The place was entirely a sea world. Unfamiliar merchandise of familiar characters was crammed everywhere. Some students from our school were browsing, but since it was still early, few were buying.

We quickly purchased the target headband.

Leaving the shop, she put it on her head.

As expected of Enomoto-san. A long-haired, black-haired beauty with a classic character headband. There’s no way this combo wouldn’t suit her.

“Here, Yuu-kun, your turn.”

“Ugh.”

I, on the other hand, am fully aware I’m just an average guy.

A plain dude like me wearing the same headband as this beauty and happily strolling through the theme park? That’s rough. Visually, especially.

No, I did something similar at a cat café during summer break. Took selfies, too. But that was indoors. This is outdoors… in a park where I know people are around.

It’s quite the challenging mission.

Tomorrow, at the airport, if someone teases me like, “Natsume-kun, you looked great in that Same-tarou headband~,” the mental damage might make me forget to buy souvenirs for Saku-neesan…

As I quietly wrestled with my hesitation, Enomoto-san pushed the headband toward me.

“Yuu-kun, hurry up.”

“Do I really have to wear it…?”

“Don’t you want to be recognized as part of this world?”

“If I’m being honest, I’m not that desperate for that level of immersion…”

Enomoto-san puffed out her cheeks with a “Puu~.” Cute.

Then, as if she’d thought of something, she peered at me cutely, teasingly poking my arm with her index finger as she asked,

“Even if it’s your girlfriend’s request?”

“Ughh!”

What’s with this popular-girl move?!

Enomoto-san, where did you learn this technique? No, it’s definitely Himari’s doing… meaning she knows exactly how to exploit my weaknesses.

(That’s right…)

During this school trip, I’m Enomoto-san’s boyfriend.

In other words, there’s a clear hierarchy in the theme park. The boyfriend must absolutely obey the girlfriend’s commands… No, that’s definitely a warped view of relationships! What’s with this slave system? In this world, everyone’s equal! That kind of culture doesn’t exist!

That said, though.

I decided this school trip was about repaying Enomoto-san.

“Fine.”

I took the character headband, swallowing hard.

I glanced around to ensure no classmates were nearby, then put the headband on.

(H-How’s that…?!)

Enomoto-san rapidly snapped photos with her phone’s camera.

“Yuu-kun, it suits you! Be more confident!”

“Uh, Enomoto-san?”

Snap snap snap snap!

Stop tapping your phone with that deadpan expression!

“Strike a pose! Like when Same-tarou flirts with the mermaid girl.”

“No, that’s way too embarrassing…”

“You managed the ‘meow meow’ during summer break. You’ll be fine. Believe in yourself.”

“My dark past is attacking me—!”

Ugh!

Enomoto-san’s face… expressionless, but her eyes are sparkling. This is seriously bad. Specifically, the kind where she won’t budge until I do it.

I bit my lip hard and replayed Enomoto-san’s earlier words in my head.

(This theme park is a fantasy created by staff and guests together!)

My resolve solidified. Alright. When Same-tarou flirts with the mermaid, he lifts her chin with his index finger… No, this is insanely embarrassing. What happens to kids who grow up watching this? Their futures…

Enomoto-san immediately threw in another request.

“Say the line, too.”

“You’re a demon!”

“Say, ‘I love Enomoto-san.’”

“That’s completely out of context!?”

Shouldn’t it be one of Same-tarou’s lines or something!?

Enomoto-san paused to think for a moment. Then, with an extremely serious expression—like the protagonist of a certain detective anime solving a case—she rephrased.

“Rion, I love you.”

“That’s even more embarrassing!?”

“It’s reasonable to use my first name since I’m your girlfriend. No problem.”

“Sure, generally speaking, maybe!?”

What is she saying with such a serious face? I can’t believe this is coming from the second-ranked student in our grade…

But my protests were like shouting into the wind. When she’s like this, Enomoto-san won’t let up until I comply.

Seeing me hesitate, she tilted her head cutely and pressed closer.

“I wanna hear Yuu-kun say ‘Rion, I love you’~”

“You’re getting carried away!”

“…Is that a no?”

“Ughh!”

Enomoto-san, now a master at wheedling, is too formidable…

Ahem, ahem. I cleared my throat.

This was time to steel myself. Time to prepare to call a girl other than Himari by her first name. Why does calling a girl by her name require such intense resolve…?

No, doesn’t it always feel super nerve-wracking the first time you call a girl by her name? Or is it just my social awkwardness?

Screw it, overthinking just makes it more embarrassing! Momentum is key here!

“R-Rion… I love you…”

“……”

Huh? No reaction?

Getting ignored after that is brutal… Wait, hey! Don’t record a video!

“Enomoto-san!”

“Ehe!”

“Smiling cutely won’t make me forgive you!”

“One more time, one more time!”

“No way. I’m seriously done.”

…As we were playfully bantering, I locked eyes with some female classmates who happened to pass by, heading to the same shop.

“They’re so in love.”

“Totally in love.”

“I’ll share it with everyone later~”

Just kill me already.

And stop taking photos without permission! It’s a theme park, so if you’re gonna take pictures, make it with the mascots!

Enomoto-san, her skin somehow looking extra radiant, clenched both hands excitedly, clearly thrilled.

“Today’s gonna be the best memory of my life!”

“……”

Her enthusiastic words caused a pang in my chest.

Right. Enomoto-san has helped me countless times. If I think of this as repaying her, adding a bit more to my dark history is nothing. Besides, my past is already far from clean, so what’s the harm? Wait, saying that makes me kinda sad…

Anyway, today, I’ll focus solely on having fun with Enomoto-san.

“So, Enomoto-san, let’s get to the attractions…”

That’s when I noticed Enomoto-san staring at me intently.

Her eyes sparkled with some kind of expectation, and I had a pretty good guess what it was.

…My dark history no longer scares me.

I glanced around, ensuring no classmates were nearby.

“R-Rion…-san.”

“……”

Enomoto-san kept staring. Huh? Did I mess up? I definitely felt the “call me by my name” vibe, though. Wait, was adding “-san” the problem…?

But to my relief, Enomoto-san gave a shy, delighted smile.

“Ehe!”

Phew. Looks like I passed.

Damn, she’s so cute… My face burned, but at the same time, my chest ached slightly, knowing I was about to betray that smile.

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And so, we set off briskly…

“Rion-san, where to first?”

“……”

Enomoto-san gave a soft smile.

Then she showed me her schedule app on her phone.

“Here’s the plan.”

“It’s already perfectly planned…”

That was a dumb question… I looked at the screen.

Holy crap, this is a minute-by-minute schedule. This girl is totally set on conquering this theme park…

Let’s see. First up is the park’s most popular attraction.

You wear 3D goggles and dive into the deep sea with the mascot. Missing this would be unthinkable.

“But won’t this have a huge line? We’re already a bit behind; maybe we should hit something else…”

I remember a year-end TV show about it. Insanely long lines—more like a dragon than a snake—with people being interviewed. Even on a weekday, with this crowd, it won’t be easy.

If we line up for this, it might eat up all our time… As I worried, Enomoto-san switched apps on her phone to one with the theme park’s logo.

It displayed a reservation ticket for ten minutes from now!

“Don’t worry. I’ve got a Platinum Pass (fully paid) and made a reservation.”

“That’s perfection.”

She’s way too advanced at theme parks…

As expected from the second-ranked student in our grade. When I clapped in admiration, she puffed out her chest proudly. Super cute, but since it’s getting warm enough to ditch the coat, I’m struggling with where to look…

“I woke up at five this morning to secure same-day reservations.”

“Who knew a disciplined lifestyle would pay off like this…”

A patisserie job is full of perks… Impressed, Enomoto-san grinned and tugged my arm.

“So, Yuu-kun, just follow me, okay?”

“You’re too cool…”

Smiling wryly, I matched her stride.

But something feels off. Everything’s going too smoothly, and I’ve got a bad feeling… As I secretly fretted, Enomoto-san suddenly stopped. My arm, stretched as I tried to pass her, snapped back like a rubber band.

“W-What’s wrong?”

Her gaze was fixed in the opposite direction of our path. A faint, sweet aroma of sugar and oil wafted over. …This is it!

Yes, a churros stand!

A doughnut-like batter shaped into star-shaped sticks, deep-fried, and dusted with sugar or cinnamon. Fun fact: the star shape prevents the dough from exploding during frying.

While a staple theme park treat, this park adds a twist with a mascot who loves them, offering exclusive flavors only available here. Why a deep-fried snack in an ocean-themed park? Who cares, as long as it’s fun.

The truly terrifying part is that different flavors are sold at various spots across the massive park. Some hardcore fans even stay multiple nights at the park’s resort hotel to try them all.

As a sweets lover myself, I definitely want to try one. But this stand has a decent line, too.

We’re on our way to an attraction. There’s no time to wait in line here.

…Even knowing that rationally, human nature draws us in. Enomoto-san, practically drooling, was pulled toward the line.

“Ahhh…”

“Rion-san! We don’t have much time before our reservation!”

“I know, I know, but if we miss this, we won’t get another chance…”

“I’ll come back for it later! I’ll sprint back for it!”

For someone who made a minute-by-minute schedule, her willpower is pretty shaky…

I feel like a dog owner being yanked by a leash on a walk. I get it, though. Snacks here feel 50% tastier than in the real world. It’s like the hot snack case at a convenience store. Add the mental attack of “I might never eat this again in my life…” and it’s even worse.

Somehow, I persuaded Enomoto-san, and we reached the attraction.

The vibe is a laid-back roller coaster.

You wear 3D goggles and ride through an indoor course. Screens along the track make it feel like the mascots are popping out, taking you on a grand adventure around the world.

Thanks to the Platinum Pass, we snagged seats at the front. A staff lady gestured as she explained the precautions to the guests.

Enomoto-san, wearing her 3D goggles, sparkled with excitement. Cute.

“Yuu-kun, let’s have fun!”

“Yeah.”

“After this, let’s eat churros!”

“It’s like you’re riding the attraction just to eat churros, Rion-san…”

The priorities have completely flipped.

Humans can’t resist the three primal desires, huh…

“To the deep sea world, off you go!”

At the staff lady’s signal, the ride started moving.

It began slowly… but gradually picked up speed. Whoa… Still, the roller coaster’s thrill was underwhelming. It’s designed for middle schoolers and up, but compared to Tenma-kun’s exhilarating driving yesterday, it’s just…

But this is an attraction about diving into the deep sea.

Same-tarou appeared on the screen, saying something like, “Let’s go find the phantom sea together!” …Whoa, these 3D goggles are amazing. It really feels like the mascot is popping out.

Then came scenes from movies partnered with the theme park. All globally popular series, many of which I’ve watched since I was a kid.

Mostly adventure epics, so everyone was hyped. Screams and cheers echoed from behind.

Enomoto-san, next to me, was having a blast, shouting with joy. Aside from her overexcited smacking of my thigh, she’s the perfect school-trip-only girlfriend. …Will my thigh survive the day?

After enjoying five worlds, we returned to reality. A different staff lady greeted us with, “Welcome back!”

…That was incredible. It felt like an hour, but it was only about fifteen minutes. No wonder it’s the most popular attraction. Even I, who’s not big on these rides, want to go again.

As I lifted the safety bar, Enomoto-san, slightly sweaty, smiled and said,

“Yuu-kun, that was fun!”

“Yeah.”

“Huh? Not standing?”

“…I’ll manage.”

Come on, my legs, you can do this. …If I find handprints on them in the bath tonight, it’ll feel like a horror movie. Not the cute attractions here, but the hardcore kind.

Exiting the attraction, we checked the time. Thanks to Enomoto-san’s Platinum Pass, we were five minutes ahead of schedule.

And with these five minutes of leeway, I had a mission.

Naturally, fetching churros from the stand. Can you do it, my legs? My trusty partners of sixteen years, never apart for a single day.

By the way, my legs immediately replied, “No way,” so I checked with the boss for the sake of employee health.

“R-Rion-san, where are we going next?”

“Next is the Bubble Coaster.”

“The one that runs on water and takes a photo at the end?”

“That’s it. I’m so excited!”

Phew, good. It’s on schedule. Looks like the deep-sea adventure made her forget about the churros. My legs are saved. Long live the ethical workplace!

But my brief relief was short-lived…

“Oh, but we gotta eat churros, too.”

“……”

I asked my legs again, all serious, “My legs, can you do it?” They replied instantly, “No way.” My legs are part of the enlightened generation, working for themselves, not the company.

“R-Rion-san…”

Her sparkling, expectant gaze pierced me.

Ugh. Those eyes…!

That dazzling light, like a bodhisattva’s halo, purifying all the world’s impurities. An overwhelming beautiful-girl aura. I couldn’t bear to dim that smile. It was more than enough to make me swallow my protests.

…My partner, your request has been denied.

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And so the day passed.

Following a now-brutal schedule, we cleared the minute-by-minute itinerary.

We ate delicious food for lunch and snacked on six of the ten churros flavors, which were completely unplanned, so my legs screamed each time. More brutal than our local convenience store…

By 3 p.m.

Only two stops remained on the schedule.

One was shopping. To buy souvenirs, we headed to a pre-planned select shop.

The Riverside Area… A popular spot with a large artificial river where people ride sightseeing boats.

Apparently, this select shop has a ton of goods featuring Enomoto-san’s favorite mascot. Different shops have different merchandise, which encourages active exploration. Smart business strategy…

…And there, we saw a familiar face.

Our guide, Sasaki-sensei.

His rugged appearance in a whimsical goods shop—what an ill-fitting combo.

Sasaki-sensei was stuffing cute goods into a small basket, staring at us.

“Quite the lovey-dovey pair.”

“…Guess so.”

Too overwhelmed to argue, I just nodded.

Enomoto-san clung to my arm, pressing her body close. With the schedule going so smoothly, she was in the best mood possible. The ‘♡’ aura she radiated fit the select shop perfectly. Some female classmates were there, too, snapping tons of photos.

As a guy, it’s a privilege, but after a whole day of this, I’m more used to it than anything. At first, the undeniable sensation threw me off, but now I barely notice unless we separate. Sorry, Dad back home, I’ve been corrupted by the city…

“Rion-san, don’t you need to buy souvenirs?”

“Oh, right!”

Letting go felt oddly breezy…

Enomoto-san circled the shop, hunting for pre-researched items. For family souvenirs, she’s all about efficiency. Yeah, makes sense. We already did the “Aww~?” and “Yuu-kun, pick with me♪” stuff earlier…

Now, souvenirs for my family… What’s even here? The goods are plentiful, but my recipients are tricky.

My parents don’t really care for souvenirs. They’re the “spend that money on fun instead” type. They’re not big on event-related materialism.

Saku-neesan… is a no-go. I can’t imagine her getting excited over mascot goods. Plus, picking the wrong thing might make her mad—a total landmine. Better skip it. Her requests were mostly covered yesterday, thanks to Tenma-kun.

Shiroyama-san’s getting Tokyo Banana at the airport, and Mera-san… well, she doesn’t need anything. Didn’t make it to Omotesando. Done.

(Oh, right. Hibari-san.)

Since they always take care of me, I should get something for the Inuzuka family.

Buying souvenirs for my ex-girlfriend’s family is a bizarre situation, but it’s necessary.

(But what should I get…)

I genuinely have no clue.

They’d probably be happy with anything, but I don’t want to give something they don’t like and make them feel awkward. But I can’t picture what they’d like from a theme park. If there were a solid gold mascot figure, that’d be obvious, but I can’t afford that…

(…Should I ask Himari?)

That’s the safest bet.

In the past, I’d have done it without hesitation. Even now, it should be fine. If anything, it’s closer to business communication.

I opened the Line app and pulled up my chat with Himari.

I typed, I’m at the Riverside Area souvenir shop. Any ideas for souvenirs for Hibari-san and the others? I thought it’d feel weirder, but it came out pretty easily. Maybe it’s proof I’m starting to accept our breakup. Or maybe it’s from last night’s conversation.

All that’s left is to hit ‘Send.’

…But sending this might get me teased like, “Desperate for an excuse to talk to me~?” No way I’m letting that happen.

As I groaned, hesitating to take the final step, Sasaki-sensei spoke up.

“Hey, Natsume.”

“Huh? Oh, yes. What’s up?”

Crap.

In turning around, I accidentally sent the message. It got read in three seconds… She’s still glued to Line, as always.

(Oh well. She’ll either reply or ignore it…)

I faced Sasaki-sensei.

“It’s about Araki…”

“Huh? Araki-sensei?”

Araki-sensei is the teacher at the flower arrangement class I attended.

At the last cultural festival, it came out that she was Sasaki-sensei’s high school classmate. And apparently, she’s the object of his affections. He’s used me as an excuse to infiltrate the flower arrangement class, so he’s pretty serious. Come to think of it, he mentioned joining a Christmas party at year-end. Wonder how that went.

Sasaki-sensei cleared his throat, trying to sound casual, like it was no big deal.

“No ulterior motive, but… what kind of souvenirs does Araki like?”

Yeah, no ulterior motive there.

All I see is pure intent. Does he think he’s hiding it? Asking a student about gifts for his crush is just sad. Didn’t he say he was popular in high school…?

What do I do? Should I answer honestly? “Araki-sensei doesn’t seem like the theme park type. You’d have been better off buying tasty pickles in Asakusa yesterday.” Should I hit him with that harsh truth? He might ditch work and head to Asakusa, so I’ll hold off…

But Araki-sensei’s preferences, huh? Come to think of it, since she’s always helping me, I should get her something, too.

…For now, I need to reply to Sasaki-sensei. Uh, what does Araki-sensei usually eat?

“Um… maybe somen?”

“If they sold that here, it’d be wild…”

…Yeah.

If this cute shop had somen made in Nara, I’d be dying to know how that happened.

But besides that, I can only think of video games. It’s like a kid’s Christmas list for Santa.

Not thinking of flowers first probably means my image of her is shifting. Not sure if that’s good or bad.

But seriously, I’m stumped. …Oh, wait.

I smiled and answered cheerfully.

“If it’s a souvenir from Sasaki-sensei, I think she’d be happy with anything. How about that Same-tarou strap over there?”

“Oh, this one!”

Sasaki-sensei happily added the Same-tarou strap to his basket. …Good, no problem. Now I just need to tell Araki-sensei, “Sasaki-sensei’s bringing a Same-tarou strap, so please act happy.” Perfect. A kind world where no one gets hurt.

(Oh, right.)

I had a great idea and asked Sasaki-sensei.

“This might be out of left field, but… if Sasaki-sensei were buying a souvenir for Hibari-san, what would you pick?”

“That’s random.”

“I just want something they’d genuinely like. You seem to have known Hibari-san for a while…”

“Well, I did lead their school trip, too. But wouldn’t it be better to ask Inuzuka?”

“I did ask, but no reply yet…”

Perfect read-and-ignored.

Maybe I shouldn’t have contacted her about this. The dynamic with an ex-girlfriend is way too complicated…

Sasaki-sensei answered after barely ten seconds of thought.

“Eh, anything’s fine. That guy’d be happy with whatever.”

“…If they sold somen here, I’d go with that.”

Useless.

This teacher has zero interest in connecting with students. I tried so hard to think it through…

Guess I’ll figure out the Inuzuka family at the airport. Since I’m clueless, maybe safe snacks are the way to go.

As I wrapped up my thoughts, Enomoto-san returned. …As expected, she’s got a mountain of goods. She mentioned souvenirs for the patisserie part-timers, but I bet 90% is for her.

“Yuu-kun, sorry for the wait!”

“No worries, I didn’t wait long.”

“Let’s go, then.”

“Yep.”

We left the select shop.

Sasaki-sensei reminded us, “Seven o’clock at the gate, got it!” We replied, “Yes,” and started walking.

It’s 5:30 p.m., so we have an hour and a half left.

Should be fine.

The final attraction planned for this theme park.

The Riverside Area’s sightseeing boat.

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The Riverside Area’s sightseeing boat.

Another highly popular attraction, requiring near-mandatory advance reservations. Its leisurely tour of the theme park is charming, but if timed right, you can get a full view of the parade in the adjacent Central Area.

Enomoto-san, with her impeccable research, showed me her phone with an adorable smug look.

“The reservation time is perfect. There’s a night parade today, so we’ll definitely see it from the boat.”

“Wow… That’s amazing…”

We lined up at the boarding gate together.

The three-story boat, capable of carrying hundreds, was majestic up close.

At 6 p.m. in February, it was fully dark. The mermaid-castle-themed boat, lit by orange lights, looked fantastical.

Following the crowd, I became part of it. As soon as we boarded, Enomoto-san pulled my hand.

“Yuu-kun, let’s go to the deck!”

“Yep.”

We cleverly secured a spot at the front. No, this was planned. She must’ve studied the route and memorized the shortest path. What a waste of brainpower…

This was the second deck of the boat. The height was pretty good. From here, we’d get a nice view of the ground scenery.

The hour-long cruise was about to begin.

To the sound of a mermaid’s harp music, the boat slowly started moving. Classmates on land waved, but I didn’t have the courage to wave back.

At night, the breeze felt wintry again.

The chilly air made the daytime excitement feel like it was cooling off.

Even though it was just hours ago, it already felt like years past… probably because I’m aware this time is coming to an end.

The scenery along the canal… The fantastical theme park, lit up in various spots, showed a different face from the daytime.

Places filled with children’s laughter during the day now exuded a romantic atmosphere. Having explored in the daytime, the fresh surprise was even greater.

Enomoto-san was also happily gazing at the scenery.

“Oh, Yuu-kun, look at that.”

“What’s up?”

“That door was closed during the day, but now it’s open…”

“You’re right. Maybe it’s a nighttime-only attraction?”

“Darn, I didn’t check…”

“Well, save it for next time.”

The theme park bans anyone under eighteen from being out after 8 p.m. As students, exploring the park at night is tough.

Enomoto-san said with a laugh,

“Then, shall we come back together after graduation?”

“……”

After graduation.

Those casual words sank heavily into my chest.

“…Rion-san. There’s something I need you to hear.”

At my words, Enomoto-san turned to me with a smile.

Meeting her gaze head-on, I said clearly,

“I’m going to pursue my accessory activities alone from now on.”

Enomoto-san didn’t say anything.

My throat felt parched. It was hard to breathe. My fingers gripping the railing trembled. I didn’t want to say this.

But I decided to do it properly.

I won’t drag Enomoto-san into my selfish whims like I did with Himari. If I’m going to prioritize accessories moving forward, I need to settle this first.

I took a deep breath and let out the words I meant to say on New Year’s Eve.

“So, Enomoto-san, please forget about our first love.”

My heart pounded wildly, like it might burst.

The wait for her response felt endlessly long. Her gaze was terrifying.

Would she scorn me?

Would she curse me?

I wouldn’t mind if she used her signature iron claw and tossed me off the boat.

“…Okay. Got it.”

Her reply was surprisingly simple.

Exactly what I’d hoped for.

Yet, an overwhelming sense of loss chilled me to the core. How selfish. I decided to let it go, but now that it’s happening, I feel reluctant.

…This proves my decision wasn’t wrong.

Staying together like this would only end up hurting Enomoto-san. Feeling a slight relief, I started to thank her for everything—

“So, let’s keep it up from now on, okay?”

“…Huh?”

Something weird followed.

Did I mishear? Did my subconscious conjure up a hallucination? As expected of a theme park, a fantasy we all create. I heard some real things can slip into these surreal spaces. I didn’t believe those occult stories, but experiencing it makes it hard to deny. Another great experience for a creator.

So, I pretended I didn’t hear it.

“Enomoto-san, let me properly thank you for everything…”

“Oh, by the way, there’s a limited-edition churros sold only on this boat. Yuu-kun, let’s buy some before we get off!”

“Nngh!”

The serious mood can’t last!

Come on, Serious-san, do your job. I put my heart and soul into this decision!

What’s going on? Was it not my insecurities causing hallucinations? Enomoto-san is sparkling. She looks happier than ever today. Seriously, what’s happening? I made a clear break, didn’t I?

“Uh, Enomoto-san?”

“Rion.”

“Oh, right. Rion-san…”

She’s making me correct myself…

But this isn’t the time for self-roasting. I lowered my stance and cautiously asked,

“Did you hear what I said…?”

“Yeah. You said you’ll do accessory activities alone, so it’s fine.”

“…Right.”

Phew, she got it.

But my relief was short-lived…

“I understand what Yuu-kun’s trying to say.”

“Then…”

“So, I’m done being just best friends.”

“…Huh?”

Enomoto-san flashed a dazzling smile.

“Now I can aim to be Yuu-kun’s lover again, right!”

“…!”

I was at a loss for words.

That’s how she took it.

No, my wording could definitely be interpreted that way. But I never expected such a comeback.

(I said this school trip would be the end…)

I was too caught up in my own emotions to consider this possibility.

Come to think of it, I was the only one who thought Enomoto-san had given up on our first love. I assumed her not wearing the moonflower accessory was a sign of that. The sudden confessions had stopped, too.

No, don’t waver, Natsume Yuu!

Is your resolve that weak!?

“Listen, Enomoto-san.”

“Rion.”

“R-Rion-san. Just hear me out to the end, okay? I’ll buy you churros later…”

“Okay.”

Damn it. I’m totally swept up in her pace.

But this feeling… it’s been a while. Since we reunited in spring, Enomoto-san’s been dragging me along, hasn’t she?

With a deep sigh, I repeated,

“I want to live a life where accessories come first. I’m not strong enough to handle everything right now. So I absolutely can’t return Enomoto-san’s feelings.”

During summer break, I lost to Kureha-san in a competition.

Back then, I declared to Himari that I’d become a strong creator who could handle everything, someone no one could criticize.

But I’m still so immature. I’m unsteady in my own path—there’s no way I can carry anything else.

I will become a strong creator. I’ll think about love later. For now, I want to master accessories. I want to catch up to Tenma-kun, Sanae-san… and even Murakami-kun.

If I lean on Enomoto-san, I’ll never get there.

My plans after graduation are vague, but… at the very least, I need to break my habit of relying on others.

A guy who uses Enomoto-san’s affection isn’t a strong creator. And a guy who gets swayed by love isn’t one, either.

So, our first love ends here—

…But at that moment.

Enomoto-san held out something in her palm.

Bathed in the boat’s faint glow, it had an undeniable presence.

It was—

♡♡♡

—Yesterday.

While Yuu-kun was talking with Murakami-kun.

I was idly wandering around the exhibition, feeling at loose ends.

The female models adorned with splendid flowers… Their graceful poses overwhelmed me. Are all creators who compete on the world stage like this?

(This is the world Yuu-kun aims for…)

It felt so far away.

Murakami-kun’s position as a creator… I don’t fully get it, but moving so many people single-handedly must mean he’s different from ordinary creators.

Knowing Yuu-kun, he’s probably inspired by it.

I don’t understand.

The value of pursuing beauty.

Still, I…

—I can’t help but follow that earnest gaze with my eyes.

I know.

Those eyes will never turn to me.

Himari couldn’t make it work, so there’s no way I could.

Shii-kun thinks I have a chance. That’s why he keeps egging me on, despite his snarky comments, telling me not to give up.

But it’s enough.

I decided to give up on this first love.

On New Year’s Eve, Yuu-kun seemed like he wanted to say something.

I know.

He’s probably trying to end things with me, too. Yuu-kun’s selfish, but he follows through on what he decides.

At this point, nothing I say will change that.

If I really love him, I should accept his choice, right?

I can’t trouble him with my selfishness. That’s what a true best friend should do.

(So at least, until this school trip…)

Unconsciously, I touched my left wrist.

The sensation of my first love, which should’ve always been there, was gone.

…I threw it away, yet I’m still so clingy.

“Rion-san.”

Suddenly, someone called my name from behind.

Sanae-chan was walking toward me. I thought she was with the others, talking about Murakami-kun’s work.

“What’s up?”

Sanae-chan glanced at Yuu-kun and the others.

They were still talking with Murakami-kun, about something serious, though I couldn’t tell what.

Confirming their attention was elsewhere, Sanae-chan took my hand. Surprised by the sudden move, I didn’t resist.

She pressed something into my hand.

“You forgot this.”

“Huh?”

At the sensation, my eyes widened.

…It was so nostalgic, something I thought I’d never touch again.

“Kureha-san asked me to give it to you.”

Sanae-chan said with a troubled smile.

She added something about not being an honest person at all, but it was distant to my ears. Because I couldn’t believe that this was really in my hands—.

“You seemed a bit off today, so I was wondering what was wrong…”

Apparently, she had already noticed our discomfort during the greeting in the car. Holding my hand, she continued with a calm expression.

“I don’t know the details of your situation, and I’m not saying I can easily empathize… but, well, let’s see.”

Her eyes seemed to hold a strange depth. A person who has lived a longer life than me. Surely, she’s had to make many decisions because of that.

Surely, she’s had just as many regrets because of the length of that life.

“We stake our lives on the feeling of ‘love.’ So seeing a girl like you, Rion-san, lying to herself makes me sad.”

With that, Sanae-chan gave a gentle smile.

Without waiting for a reply, as if her role was complete, she returned to the others.

I stared at the object handed to me.

…Come to think of it, this has always been watching over me.

Maybe it came back because it couldn’t stand to see me like this.

(I forgot something so simple…)

I intended to end things during this school trip.

To make it my final memory and truly choose a life alone.

But I can’t anymore.

Living for my first love didn’t work.

Living as a best friend didn’t work.

Saying goodbye didn’t work.

In a life full of failures, what’s left for me?

If there’s any meaning in this coming back to me.

I can’t give up on myself.

♣♣♣

—The moonflower bracelet.

Back when we reunited, it was something she always wore, never taking it off.

But since the Tokyo trip during summer break, she said she lost it and I hadn’t seen it. I thought that meant Enomoto-san had given up on her feelings for me.

Holding out the bracelet, Enomoto-san said,

“Yuu-kun, end it.”

“……”

As I hesitated, Enomoto-san gazed toward the boat’s destination.

“Up ahead, before we see the parade, there’s the Mermaid’s Holy Grail, right?”

I know.

It’s a famous event in this attraction.

A symbolic scene from Same-tarou’s adventure. Same-tarou throws a promised gem into the Holy Grail, the treasure of the mermaid kingdom, earning the right to have his wish granted.

At the boat’s destination, there’s an artificial island. You throw coins into a large Holy Grail set up there while making a wish. It’s a typical, lighthearted wish-making ritual. But simple things like this are undeniably popular.

In short, Enomoto-san is asking me to throw the moonflower bracelet into the Holy Grail.

I reached out… and stopped just short.

“……”

I meant to end it.

I resolved to do it.

I even said the words.

But my hand was pathetically trembling.

…I can’t.

This is a memento that reunited me with Enomoto-san.

I can’t bring myself to destroy the proof of our first love.

This first love brought me this far.

Is throwing it away really the way for me to move forward as a creator?

I don’t know anymore.

Until yesterday, I’d have thought I should.

Even now, my rationality says I should.

But my emotions stubbornly refused.

The boat moved forward.

The mellow music shifted to something slightly more upbeat. A mermaid’s voice announced, “Now, to that Holy Grail, make your wish—.”

Around us, people who’d been looking forward to this event began preparing.

In the midst of it, Enomoto-san and I locked eyes.

Soon, the Mermaid’s Holy Grail came into view.

My hand couldn’t reach the moonflower bracelet.

“……”

Enomoto-san smiled gently.

She enveloped the moonflower bracelet in both her hands.

“Thank you for everything.”

Carefully, so carefully.

As if speaking to a lifelong friend.

“…But it’s okay now. Don’t worry.”

Then, turning around, she threw the moonflower bracelet toward the Holy Grail.

Reflecting the faint orange lights, it traced a beautiful arc in the night sky.

Along with countless coins, it fell toward the golden Holy Grail.

I leaned over the railing, watching its path.

That moment felt like an eternity.

It slowly… but surely landed in the Holy Grail.

In its final moment, it seemed to flash a thumbs-up and a “Good Luck!!” grin… For some reason, I imagined it with such a cool expression.

(…That thing’s got a mind of its own, doesn’t it?)

Thinking something so out of place, I gave a wry smile.

Enomoto-san looked refreshed.

Her profile showed no lingering attachment, making it clear this wasn’t impulsive.

“Now, I’m no longer the girl of your first love.”

The Holy Grail passed, and the music returned to the mermaid’s harp.

At the same time, lively voices reached us.

The parade in the Central Area.

The theme park’s mascots spread smiles, and the crowd cheered. Many of our schoolmates were among them.

Like fireworks on the ground, countless lights lined up.

Against that backdrop, Enomoto-san said,

“Yuu-kun, move forward.”

“…Yeah.”

Was that her way of giving me her blessing?

Nodding in gratitude for her kindness—.

“I’ll keep loving you on my own.”

…Her words shocked me.

“But didn’t you throw away your first love for me…?”

“I’m talking to the Yuu-kun of now!”

To my impulsive question, Enomoto-san stared at me intently.

“I don’t know anything about your passion for accessories. I don’t want to conquer the future with you like Hii-chan does. I don’t need that kind of future.”

Placing a hand on her chest, she pursed her lips tightly and shouted,

“My love is already for the present! Even without accessories, I love you, Yuu-kun. Do you need to use accessories as an excuse to express your own feelings?”

Her teary eyes desperately pleaded with me.

“Is the me you’re looking at… still the elementary school girl who led you to accessories?”

“……”

Unconsciously, I gripped the railing tightly.

To me, Enomoto-san is indeed the girl of my first love.

At the botanical garden when we were young.

Crying after getting separated from her family, she clung to the hem of my shirt and wouldn’t let go.

Despite her anxiety, she smiled happily when I gave her a hibiscus flower.

I remember her joyfully talking with her family when we parted.

The benefactor who led me to accessories.

The girl of my memories.

…But that’s not all.

Our beginning was certainly a childhood first love.

But the Enomoto-san I reunited with was cool, incredibly mentally strong… and physically strong, too. She didn’t match the girl from back then at all.

Yet she gets adorably childish and sulky about Himari or her older sister. She acts aloof about her mom and the patisserie but actually cherishes them deeply. Those unchanged parts from childhood shone through.

And she always cared deeply for me.

When I fought with Himari, when I was obsessed with accessories, and now, as I hesitate while looking to the future.

That’s not the girl of my childhood first love.

…But I want the strength to stand on my own.

The strength to face accessories head-on and move forward alone.

To become a strong creator—….

‘Don’t give up on yourself.’

Suddenly, I recalled Himari’s words from last night.

Back then, I didn’t understand.

But now, I think I get what she meant.

My resolve was surely the right one.

To truly succeed, I should discard everything else and focus solely on accessories. That’s why I thought I’d thrown away a future with Himari.

But that alone wouldn’t have brought me here.

Useless things… useless but precious things are stuffed in my bag.

Struggling to carry them, choosing a path to carry them, and working hard to carry them—that’s what made me who I am now.

Denying that isn’t the future I aimed for.

What I need isn’t to reject the past.

Nor to ignore my failures and escape into a solitary world.

What I needed was simply to have resolve.

—The resolve to carve a path to my destination, no matter how many times I fail.

…Can I do it?

Can a half-baked guy like me proudly carry everything into the future?

No, that thinking itself is the mistake.

It’s not about can or can’t.

I’ll do it.

I’ll have the resolve to do it.

The future is unknowable anyway.

She never gave up on a guy like me, reaching out again and again.

Her strength showed me the answer.

“I’m a total idiot with overambitious dreams, underestimating life. Honestly, if I were in your shoes, I’d think I’m too unreliable and pass… but…”

At my words, Enomoto-san looked up.

“Will you stay with me from now on?”

Enomoto-san’s cheeks flushed red, visible even in the darkness.

Bathed in the faint orange light, she gave her usual shy “Ehe” smile.

“You’re the only one for me, Yuu-kun.”

—Back in spring.

Just after starting second year.

Right after reuniting with Enomoto-san, Himari teased me, didn’t she? “Boys can’t forget their first love.” Who’d have thought such a trivial message exchange would turn into this kind of dark history?

I’ll probably never outdo this girl in my lifetime.