Chapter 2 | My First Date with a “Friend”

 

The next morning, I decided to wake up at the same time as Mom to report yesterday’s events.

The topic, of course, was about Christmas Eve. I’d be spending it with Umi, and for now, I planned to invite Amami-san too, so I figured I’d tell her everything without hiding anything.

Crawling out of bed and shuffling to the living room, I found Mom already changed out of her pajamas into her usual work clothes, sipping coffee—and, unusually, smoking a cigarette.

A harsh-smelling cigarette from a yellow pack.

She smokes at work, apparently, but it’s been a while since I last saw her light up inside the house like this.

“Smoking indoors? That’s rare, Mom.”

“Oh, morning, Maki. Sorry, I just felt like it.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry. Work keeping you busy?”

I flip on the kitchen vent fan for some relief and start making my own coffee.

“This year’s been something else. Still, it’s way better than last year in a lot of ways.”

“Yeah, well, last year’s over and done with, right?”

Mom stubs out her cigarette in the glass ashtray on the table and answers.

The last time I saw her like this in front of me—smoking, I mean—was exactly a year ago, when she was going through the divorce proceedings with Dad.

Back then, the house reeked of this smell all day long.

“Mom, uh… you okay? You’re not pushing yourself too hard, are you?”

“Hm? Nah, I’m fine. Physically, sure, age is catching up a bit, but mentally, I’m a lot lighter now. A year’s passed, and I’ve mostly let it go.”

“Really? Well, if you say so…”

She says she’s moved on, but it’s only been a year.

Maybe she’s still reminded of last year, whether she admits it or not.

…Anyway, let’s drop this topic.

I didn’t wake up early just to talk about that, after all.

“So, Mom… about the 24th…”

“! Oh, right, this year you’ve got Umi-chan with you, huh, Maki? What’s up? Did you two promise to hang out or something?”

“Well, yeah…”

I explain the day’s plans to Mom.

Since it’s after the school-sponsored party, I ask if it’s okay to stay out a bit late. I mention that I’m inviting not just Umi but Amami-san too.

And if it’s alright for them to hang out at our place a little later than usual.

She’s cool with Umi as expected—nods right away—but when she hears Amami-san’s coming too, she’s visibly surprised.

“Maki, you serious about this?”

“Dead serious.”

“Wow… I’m already grateful Umi-chan’s getting along with my son, but now you’ve got an ultra-cute blonde girl too… Maki, you’re definitely at the peak of your life right now.”

“Am I? It’s not bad, sure… but Umi aside, Amami-san’s just her best friend. To me, she’s more like an acquaintance.”

I’m not sure about “peak,” but being close with Umi right now is definitely lucky.

That’s exactly why I’ve been thinking about doing something with Umi while I’ve got the chance.

“Hmm… I see. Well, I get the gist. I’ll handle things on my end and give Asanagi-san a call. Tell her to spare me just one of Maki’s pinky fingers.”

“Is that a done deal or something?”

Still, if by some mistake it turns into a sleepover, and she comes back in the morning, and that scene just happens to get spotted by, say, Dad—Daichi-san—who might be home for the year-end holidays…

…No, let’s not overthink it. As long as we’re careful, it’ll be fine.

“Oh, but speaking of which—”

“? What, what? There’s more? Don’t tell me you’re adding two or three more girls to the harem?”

“No way! It’s not that—it’s just, at the Asanagi house, I’ve said hi to Sora-san, but I haven’t met her dad, Daichi-san, or her brother, Riku-san yet.”

Daichi-san’s tough to catch because of work, but Riku-san’s at home, so I’d like to see what kind of person he is soon.

According to Umi, “You don’t need to worry about him, he’s just a NEET,” but still, he’s her big brother. No matter who he is, he’s part of Umi’s family.

Yeah, family’s important.

“Come to think of it, I heard from Sora-san that she’s in the Self-Defense Forces. Her brother was too, but he quit and is job-hunting now.”

“Yeah. I haven’t seen their faces, but… I wonder what they’re like.”

“Who knows… Oh, but when I talked to Sora-san on the phone the other day, she said her husband’s coming back soon, and she’d love for him to meet my son when he does.”

“Oh, really? Well, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. Time for me to go back to sleep…”

“Hey, son, no escaping reality now. It’s too late—give it up.”

Looks like there’s no way out for me.

Since there’s no escape, I figure I might as well mentally prepare myself and decide to make a certain request to Umi right away.

(Asanagi) Huh? You wanna know what my dad and brother look like? Why?

(Maehara) Well, just in case I run into them somewhere, y’know, to be ready.

(Asanagi) Ready for what?

(Asanagi) Whatever, it’s fine, I guess.

(Asanagi) Oh, by the way, your photo’s already circulating in the Asanagi household. Mom sent it to everyone.

(Maehara) Since when…? So your brother and dad have it too?”

(Asanagi) Obviously.

(Maehara) I feel like a wanted criminal…

But as an apology for my photo being passed around, Umi offers to show me a family picture on her phone. It’s from a trip they took two years ago, she says.

(Asanagi) You probably figured it out, but the big guy in the middle is my dad, Asanagi Daichi. The one standing off to the side looking spaced out is my brother, Asanagi Riku.

Daichi-san’s pretty much what I imagined. He’s got a serious face next to Sora-san, who’s flashing a playful peace sign with a grin.

He seems nice but probably strict. Definitely strict.

Riku-san… I can’t tell much since he’s not looking at the camera, and his long bangs cover one eye. He’s not as tall as Daichi-san but about Seki-kun’s height. Slim build.

The photo’s from two years ago, but Umi and Sora-san don’t look too different now.

Sora-san’s youthful, and Umi was already this cute back then—fully polished.

Just then, someone else joins the chatroom besides us.

An account labeled “Amami,” switched from a rabbit icon we set up before to a golden retriever they apparently keep at home.

(Amami) Oh, is this Umi’s family photo? Nostalgic!

(Asanagi) Maki said he needs to check out Dad and Big Bro’s faces so he doesn’t bolt if it comes down to it.

(Maehara) I’m not running.

(Amami) Oh, then wanna see mine too?

(Amami) From right after I started middle school.

Probably another family photo. It’s from her first year of middle school, so her face still has more of that childish charm, but her angelic vibe might even top what she’s got now.

…Yeah, it’s no wonder she’s popular with guys and girls alike.

(Amami) The people around me are my grandpa and grandma who live abroad, plus some cousins. We took it when I tagged along for Mom’s trip back to her hometown~

That explains why there aren’t many Japanese-looking faces. The only ones with black hair are probably her grandpa (mixed with white) and a guy who’s likely her dad. Everyone else has vibrant hair colors.

(Amami) Oh, speaking of which, what about your photos, Maki-kun? I’m curious what you were like as a kid! Right, Umi, you think so too?

(Asanagi) Yeah. Now that you mention it, totally. That’s super intriguing.

(Asanagi) Maki.

(Maehara) Whoa, hold on, you can’t just spring that on me.

(Maehara) I’m bad at having my picture taken. The only recent one’s from the cultural festival award ceremony.

(Asanagi) There it is, that excuse.

(Amami) Oh, right~ But you’ve got graduation albums, don’t you? Or family albums at home?

(Maehara) Probably. I’m not sure, though. I don’t remember taking them with me, so they might still be in the closet at the old house.”

“(Maehara) Oh.

The moment I sent that message without thinking, I realized I’d messed up.

The old house. Meaning the one I lived in with Dad and Mom before the divorce. I left with Mom, so I don’t know for sure, but Dad’s probably living there alone now.

(Maehara) Uh, sorry. My hand slipped, and I said something weird.

(Amami) No, no! My bad for bringing up something odd!

(Amami) Hey, Umi, say sorry too!

(Asanagi) Why’s Yuu running the show here?

(Asanagi) But sorry, Maki. I made you remember something bad, huh?

(Maehara) Nah, I brought it up first anyway. And it’s all in the past now.

(Maehara) I’ll check the closet today and bring it if I find anything.

(Amami) Really? Awesome! Hehe, good for you, huh, Umi?

(Asanagi) I’m not that hyped about it.

(Amami) Oh, come on, you’re just shy~ You’re totally excited.

(Asanagi) …Sorry, I’m stepping out for a sec.

The moment the lunch break bell rings, a mini scuffle breaks out between Amami-san and Umi.

It got dicey for a second when the topic turned sensitive, but seeing them both so lively is a relief.

Still, old photos, huh? I’ve got my middle school graduation album, sure, but that’s just a headshot. Elementary school stuff… probably still at the old house, most likely.

If that’s the case… what should I do?

As I mull it over vaguely and start to head out of the classroom alone like usual—

“—Oh, Amami-san!”

A loud guy’s voice cuts through the relaxed post-class vibe, snapping the room to attention.

“Uh, I’ve got something I wanna talk about, just the two of us. Is that okay?”

“Huh? Oh, sure. I don’t mind, but…”

Standing in front of a flustered Amami-san is a clearly nervous Seki-kun.

He doesn’t usually talk to her, so when he says “talk,” it’s easy to guess what it’s about.

I turned him down, so I figured this’d happen eventually… but doing it the very next day? Isn’t that a bit too eager?

They step out of the classroom since it’s awkward with everyone around, but in this situation, it doesn’t really matter much.

After they leave, a few small groups start whispering among themselves and follow after them.

Probably planning to eavesdrop on their conversation.

I’ve done similar stuff, so I can’t exactly judge, but… it still doesn’t feel great.

More people trickle out after that, leaving about half the class behind now.

The ones still here are me, Umi, and, surprisingly, Nitta-san.

“Huh? Nina, you’re not going?”

“Not that I’m uninterested… but everyone already kinda knew Seki likes Yuu-chin. The outcome’s obvious, so I’ll pass. If it were Class Rep, though, that’d be a different story… Oh, no, no, Umi-san! Just kidding, kidding! Don’t give me that scary look!”

“Jeez, seriously… Oh, and Maehara, sit here.”

She tells me to take the seat next to her, so I do.

Me, Umi, and Nitta-san. The three of us form a little circle to chat.

“Hey, Maki, that talk with Seki yesterday—it’s totally about this, right? Like, love advice or something?”

“Yeah. Seems it was obvious to everyone, but Seki-kun’s got a thing for Amami-san.”

With a quick “keep it hush” preface, I give them a simple rundown of yesterday, sticking to just what Seki-kun asked me.

“You’d have to turn that down, Maki… I mean, taking it on would’ve been dumb.”

“True~… Says the girl who used to label Class Rep as ‘that weird guy’ until now.”

Since Seki-kun kept his true feelings under wraps, it’s no surprise they’d see him this way.

If I explained more—like how Amami-san’s his first love and he’s totally pure-hearted about it—their view might shift, but that’s a secret between me and him.

Anyway, it’s been a bit since they stepped out—wonder how it’s going.

“! Oh, a message from Yuu.”

Looks like they’re done. Umi’s phone pings with a message.

“Hey, Yuu? …Yeah, got it. Alright, I’ll bring it over now. Where… Oh, okay. Be right there.”

After a minute of talking a little away from us, Umi grabs Amami-san’s untouched bento from her desk.

Seems she’s heading to meet her now.

“Sorry, Maki. I’m gonna check on Yuu, so keep an eye on Nina for me.”

“Umi… Oh, sure, no problem. Nitta-san, that’s how it is, so stick with me a bit longer if you don’t mind.”

“No, no, I’m not going anywhere even without Class Rep babysitting me. I’m not that stupid… Well, I’m a little curious, sure. Just a tiny bit.”

Asking me to keep Nitta-san here means Amami-san probably wants to talk to Umi alone.

She rejected Seki-kun’s confession, no doubt about it.

As for how it went down—the nosy crowd coming back soon will probably spill it whether I want them to or not.

And sure enough, it’s gonna get shoved in my ears anyway.

“—Man, that was hilarious!”

…Yup, there it is.

Passing Umi, who’s heading alone to meet Amami-san, the classmates who likely watched the whole thing from afar start trickling back.

This group includes some of the guys Seki-kun usually hangs with.

“—Calling out Amami-san outta nowhere shocked me, but then he goes full-on serious confession? What’s up with Nozomu, man?”

“—Didn’t he say he hung out with a bunch of girls in middle school? Was that all BS?”

“—Probably. If he was used to it, he wouldn’t pull some middle-school-level confession like that.”

“—Well, guess we’ll cheer him up on Eve ourselves. ‘You’ve got us, dude!’”

“—With girlfriends in tow?”

Hearing them start yapping away in their little territory, I stand up from my seat.

Getting laughed at is Seki-kun’s own doing—he planted the seeds—but listening to them doesn’t exactly put me in a good mood either.

“…Class Rep, forget about me and go check on Seki. Staying here’ll just taint your pure heart.”

“I’d appreciate that… but what about you, Nitta-san?”

“I’ve been breathing this kinda air my whole life. …Well, let’s say I’m stuck here ’cause Class Rep’s invisible hands are doing naughty things to me.”

“The ‘naughty’ part’s not necessary, is it? …But thanks.”

“Mm. Off you go, Maehara.”

“…You actually used my name for once.”

“Well, I’m not in the mood to tease. It’ll be back to ‘Class Rep’ after this, though.”

“Why’re you so stubborn about that…? Whatever, call me what you want.”

I give a small nod to Nitta-san, who waves lightly without looking at me, then slip through the crowd toward a certain spot.

The only place Seki-kun—who probably doesn’t know any good hideouts—would be is behind the club building from yesterday.

Like Umi said, I’m a total softie idiot.

For now, I shoot Umi a quick message.

(Maehara) Umi, heading to check on Seki-kun for a bit.

(Asanagi) Got it. Take care.

Umi replies instantly.

I’m probably doing something dumb here, but if Seki-kun’s pure, serious feelings are getting mocked behind his back, and I just join in snickering or pretend I don’t see it while laughing from a distance, I’d rather stay the idiot I am.

There’s gotta be something I gain from this, after all.

Looking for Seki-kun, who’s probably sulking alone after getting rejected by Amami-san, I switch to outdoor shoes and head toward the field.

I figured I’d never come back here after yesterday, but who’d have thought my second visit would be the very next day?

“Seki-kun.”

“! Maehara.”

As expected, Seki-kun’s sitting in the same spot as yesterday, sipping the same yogurt drink, shoulders slumped all alone.

The guy who usually stands out in the boys’ group looks oddly small right now.

“Seki-kun, you jumped the gun, huh?”

“Yeah… I really screwed up, man… Anyway, sit down.”

“Sure.”

I take a seat on a big tire they must use for practice, and Seki-kun starts talking bit by bit.

“…I just meant to ask about the Christmas party plans, y’know? I knew she was going with Asanagi, so I thought maybe I could meet up with them and tag along. But when I saw Amami-san staring at me, tilting her head, I blurted out, ‘Will you go to the party with me?’—my real feelings just slipped out. By the time I realized it, I was a mess…”

And in that rush, he confessed without thinking straight.

And, of course, got rejected.

…I get where he’s coming from, but man, his feelings got way ahead of him.

Amami-san bowed politely and turned him down, explaining her reasons clearly. He was braced for it, but hearing “I’m sorry” still hit him hard, and he barely remembers what happened after that.

“Maehara, what’re the guys in class saying about me? They were eavesdropping, right?”

“Seems like it. They were loud about it, but it was like some alien language from another planet—too dumb for me to translate.”

“Ha. You’re sneakily savage, huh? And your mouth’s pretty sharp too.”

“Not every quiet guy’s nice, y’know. We just think a lot ’cause we don’t talk.”

“Fair. I don’t hate that about you, though.”

“Really? Honestly, I’m not that fond of you, Seki-kun.”

“You’re a blunt one… Well, whatever.”

He chuckles despite being stunned, and a bit of light creeps back into his face.

This is only our second time talking, but maybe it’s his laid-back vibe—joking around doesn’t faze him, and he’s easy to chat with.

“Seki-kun, uh…”

“Hm?”

“You got rejected by Amami-san, but what’re you gonna do now?”

“What am I gonna do…? Dunno, man. Normally, I’d just forget her and move on to the next crush, but…”

“Yeah, it’s not that easy to let go, huh?”

“You think so too? Right…? I mean, it’s Amami-san, dude. I’ll be real—I was crazy about her. Telling me to move on is easy, but… that’s obviously tough. I’m still hung up on her, and I’ll probably drag this out for a while. Even if I try to forget, the class’ll keep making it a joke anyway.”

“Probably. Like, amateurs spamming the same punchline just gets annoying.”

“Exactly. I’m ignoring it for now ’cause I can read the room… Wait, why am I even hanging with those guys?”

We’re vibing more than I expected, tossing conversation back and forth without a hitch.

The topic’s… well, mostly trashing our classmates, so it’s not exactly noble, but they’re badmouthing him too, so it’s fair game.

Starting with Amami-san, we vent about the guys’ group, then move to manga we read or phone games we play sometimes—chatting about ourselves right up until the bell rings to end lunch.

“Man, going back to class still feels heavy… but thanks to you, I’m a little lighter. Thanks, dude.”

“No problem. It’s my first time talking this long with anyone besides Umi, but I think I managed okay.”

“Umi? Maehara, you call Asanagi by her first name all the time?”

“Oh… Sorry, slipped out.”

“Nah, don’t sweat it. I figured since the cultural festival—you two started dating recently, right? Calling each other by name’s not weird then.”

“…Uh, well, we’re not exactly dating yet.”

“Huh? You serious right now?”

“It’s complicated…”

I give him a quick rundown of me and Umi’s current situation, swearing him to secrecy.

“Gotcha… Well, I’ve got zero love experience, so I can’t talk big, but do whatever works for you two. Still, lock it down soon, man. Asanagi’s been getting popular again lately.”

“Huh?”

That’s news to me.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Her vibe’s softened up recently, and she’s gotten cuter. Guys from other classes have been half-joking about intros. I don’t talk to her much, so I brushed ’em off.”

“Oh, wow…”

Comparing Umi before and after we got close, she does seem more at ease now—smiling more in class too.

I’d been relieved since no one’s confessed to her lately, but I don’t think she’d fall for some random guy now… Still, it bugs me a little.

“Anyway, watch out so no one snags her from you. That’s my best guy-friend advice.”

“Thanks for the heads-up… Wait, huh? Seki-kun, didn’t you just call yourself—”

“Hm? Oh, the guy-friend part? Yeah, we’re getting along talking like this, and we’re in the same class, so why not? Unless you’re saying no?”

“Not at all… but we haven’t talked that much yet. Is it okay to trust me that fast?”

“Why not? You overthink stuff, Maehara. Friends are just about enjoying each other’s company or wanting to chat more—that’s it.”

“Maybe…”

He might be right.

Thinking back, it was like that with Umi too. Whatever sparked it, I wanted to hang out again and learn more about her—that’s how we got here.

Best friends or lovers, it all starts with “friends.”

“…Alright. In that case, Seki-kun, we’re friends from now on.”

“Sweet. Nice to meet ya, Maki.”

“Yeah. Same, uh… Nozo… mu…”

“Yup. That works.”

We shake hands again, and Nozomu and I officially become friends.

Baseball club and go-home club, class clown and loner in the shadows.

We’ve got different builds and totally opposite backgrounds, but talking like this, we can still connect.

I used to avoid him with my own assumptions, and when he first approached me, I thought he was a hassle—but now, I’m kinda glad I ended up friends with Nozomu.

“Well, class is starting soon—time to head back?”

“Yeah. Oh, but… I can’t help you get closer to Amami-san or anything.”

“Don’t worry, I get it. I crashed and burned hard just now, but I’m stubborn—I’ll keep at it solo for a bit. They say baseball’s all about the bottom of the ninth, two outs, right?”

“Sure, but all I see are spectators heading home after the game’s over.”

“Oh, yeah, those types who ditch around the eighth when it’s a blowout. They miss the dramatic comebacks and lose out.”

“Ha… I can’t cheer that hard, but good luck.”

And just like with Umi, I’ve made a new friend. Sure, Umi set it up, but I made it happen, so I’ll claim half the credit—no problem there.

After becoming friends with Umi, that led to Amami-san and Nitta-san, and now Nozomu… December’s been a whirlwind of changes, but I feel pretty fulfilled right now.

By the way, I managed to cover for Nozomu, but what about the other person involved—Amami-san?

When Nozomu and I got back to class just before break ended, she was already chatting with Nitta-san and the others like usual—no issues there, it seemed. Still, I was a little curious.

“—Hm? Nah, I don’t think we talked about anything big. Just a little venting session… munch munch, mm, tasty.”

The next morning, when Umi came to pick me up, I asked her about it. She’s eating a hotcake I made while answering—apparently, she ate breakfast at home but couldn’t resist when she saw me cooking. So, I’m making an extra one for myself now.

“Venting, huh… I won’t pry, but Amami-san’s got her struggles too, huh?”

“Yeah. And I was struggling not too long ago myself. You’ve seen it, right, Maki?”

“Now that you mention it… So how about now?”

“Now? Now… not really, I guess. If anything, now it’s…”

“What?”

“…Nothing.”

“…Hmm.”

Amami-san seems fine, but Umi’s the one I’m more curious about now.

“Umi.”

“No way.”

“I’m curious.”

“N-No way!”

“You’re the one who slipped up first.”

“That’s true, but…”

“So?”

“Huh?”

“The hotcake—tasty?”

“Mmph… Maki, you jerk.”

Maybe so. But since Umi usually teases me, I wanna turn the tables once in a while.

“…Well, if you really don’t wanna say, I won’t push. But if it’s about me, I’d like to hear it.”

I don’t wanna think I’m acting rude or off with Umi, but I’m not perfect—if there’s something she wants me to fix, even a little, I’d like to know.

“It’s not anything bad… It’s just, Yuu’s so nosy, I had no choice.”

“? Okay, what?”

“Uh… Like how you made me breakfast today, or how I feel bad you always pick me up, so it made me kinda happy when you came to my place instead… Stuff like that.”

“…Hmm.”

That’s less venting and more… gushing, isn’t it?

“W-What? It’s not a big deal! I didn’t wanna say it, but Yuu and Nina kept asking, so I kinda got carried away.”

“Uh, just to check—you didn’t tell them everything, right? Like the cheek thing or the lip balm thing?”

“Well… Sorry, they caught on about the lip balm the day I gave it to you… And, uh…”

She spilled it, apparently. Umi’s face is beet red.

Even if it was a spare, giving a guy something she might’ve used herself must be embarrassing for her.

“…Well, I don’t mind.”

But now I get why Amami-san’s been smirking at us lately.

It didn’t hit me when it was our little secret, but once others know, the embarrassment doubles.

…Guess I’ll avoid using the lip balm in public for a while.

“Still, who’d have thought you and Seki would end up friends… I totally pegged you two as types who’d never cross paths.”

“If you put it that way, look at us now… Guess you don’t know until you talk, huh?”

“Right? But anyway, good for you. From what you said, it sounds like you and Seki might stay friends even after graduation. That’s rare—cherish it.”

“Yeah, I will.”

Nozomu’s name joins Mom, Umi, and Amami-san in my tiny phone contacts list.

My first-ever guy friend, so I’m quietly pretty thrilled about it.

“By the way, do I really not need to do anything? If Seki’s feelings are legit, I wouldn’t mind quietly rooting for him.”

“He said he’ll go it alone for now, so I’ll just watch from the sidelines too. He’s busy with club stuff anyway… Maybe a study session for finals, if anything.”

He was decent at studying in middle school, but since high school hit and he got hooked on club activities, his grades tanked—last midterms were all borderline failing.

Failing means makeup classes, and those land on December 24th. That’d cancel his party plans, so he begged me to help him avoid that at all costs.

“What, so we’re in the same boat? I’m always spanking our perennial borderline princess into shape around then too.”

“You mean Amami-san.”

Amami-san’s a genius at sports and arts—anything she’s into—but she’s hopeless with schoolwork and assignments. She falls asleep the second Umi looks away during test prep.

Umi was genuinely shocked she passed our high school’s general entrance exam.

If she could focus that energy on studying, she’d be fine… but humans don’t work that simply.

“Finals start next weekend… Should we do a study session together before then?”

“Together, like all four of us?”

“Yeah. That way, you and I can cover all their subjects, right?”

“True, but won’t it be awkward after yesterday?”

“If it is, no helping it. We’ll study separately, and you and I can pick another day.”

“So me and you studying together is a given, huh?”

“Obviously. …You’re not saying no, are you?”

“No worries, I get it.”

Having Umi—one of the top students in our grade—teach me is a perk, so no complaints there.

Of course, there’s other reasons too.

We’re strong in different subjects, so together, we can handle pretty much everything.

So, next week’s set with test prep, including a study session.

“Oh… Uh, Umi?”

“Hm~?”

While she fixes my bedhead—a morning ritual now—I glance at her face.

…Yup, Umi’s really cute. Not just her face, either.

She’s a foodie but keeps her figure in check, she’s serious but gets a little goofy around me or Amami-san—and I think that’s great.

Getting looked after by a girl like her every morning makes me feel pretty lucky.

“What? Staring like that.”

“No, just thinking you’re cute… Wait, that’s not what I meant to say.”

“Then what, Maki-chan?”

“D-Don’t treat me like a kid!”

“Aw~ But you’re like a shy little boy right now—so cute!”

Umi grins mischievously, watching me squirm.

Guess this is how our dynamic’ll stay. Kinda lame for a guy, but when it’s just us… maybe it’s fine like this.

“Umi, about this weekend—any plans?”

“Weekend? You mean Saturday and Sunday? Not Friday?”

That’s what I mean. The weekend, not Friday after school.

“Yeah. Uh… if you’re free, how about a movie or something?”

“So, like… a date invite?”

“Uh… yeah, kinda. We usually hang out Fridays, but weekends haven’t happened much, right? So I thought, maybe for a change…”

I plan to confess on Christmas, but before that, I wanna do stuff close hetero friends might—like a proper outing.

We’ve gone out together a few times, but never a weekend date.

“Hmm… Hmm, hmm…”

But Umi’s face turns apologetic at my invite.

“What, you’ve got plans with Amami-san or something?”

“Yeah, actually… with Yuu and Nina. We’re picking out clothes and accessories for the party. Can’t do it during test week, and last-minute’s a mess.”

“Oh… yeah, makes sense.”

They knew about the Christmas party early, so this weekend’s probably been booked for a while.

If I’d said something sooner, we could’ve adjusted… Lesson learned: I need to plan ahead, not just wing it.

“Got it… Guess it’ll have to be another time then… Umi?”

“Oh, sorry. Gotta make a call—I’ll step out.”

But after my invite, Umi checks her phone, then immediately starts dialing and leaves the living room.

About three minutes later—

She comes back with a happy look.

“Heh, it’s all good—I can go. The date.”

“Huh? Really?”

“Yeah. I told them Maki invited me on a date, and Yuu said to absolutely prioritize that. She’ll tell Nina later too.”

Picking party clothes matters too, I’d think… Can they swing that?

“Well, if it frees you up, I’m happy… So Saturday works?”

“Yup. Oh, but if we’re dating Saturday, you’ve gotta come with me somewhere after school Friday—don’t forget.”

“? That’s fine, but… what for?”

“If we’re going on a date Saturday, you’ll need clothes for it, right?”

“…Huh?”

“Huh?”

Umi gives me an incredulous look.

Sure, I figured I’d tidy up a bit for a date, but—

“Wait, were you planning to just make do with what you’ve got?”

“…Is that bad?”

“Yes.”

“B-But it’s functional!”

“No.”

“…Okay.”

And just like that, Friday’s plans are set too.

For money, I’ll have to come clean to Mom about all this.

So, after burning through the rest of the weekdays, it’s Friday after school as promised.

Umi and I don’t hang out alone at my place like usual—instead, we hop a train to the shopping district’s station building.

Last time we were here was maybe a month or two ago? We hit up an anime shop, fed each other fries at a burger joint, messed around at the arcade.

Those memories are still vivid. Come to think of it, that’s when I said stuff to rile up Amami-san and Nitta-san too.

Looking back, I was such a cringe kid then. Embarrassing. But that’s when Umi and I got way closer, so considering I can plan a date now, maybe that embarrassment paid off.

The first time Umi gently patted my head was back then too.

So here we are, back at this place full of memories for me and Umi—but today, we’re not alone.

Amami-san’s with us, her striking blonde hair flowing as she hums a tune next to us.

“Sorry, Amami-san. I messed up your plans ’cause of me.”

“No, no, don’t worry! It’s your first date, so you’ve gotta enjoy it while the feeling’s strong. Hehe, wonder what kinda clothes we’ll put Maki-kun in today?”

“…Please go easy on me.”

Besides Umi, Amami-san’s tagging along to help pick my outfit. They shifted their original plans with Umi to today, but it was Umi’s call, not Amami-san’s idea.

“We’re hitting the thrift store first, so right after the gate. Don’t get lost in the crowd, you two—especially Maki.”

“I’m fine… I’d like to say, but with this crowd, I might actually.”

Maybe it’s the end of the year, but the platform’s packed beyond usual—company parties, personal meetups, all that pre-holiday and New Year’s bustle. The view from the train showed Christmas lights too, giving the city a different vibe than before.

“Whoa… I thought I was used to crowds this big, but today’s even getting to me… Whoa, oops!?”

Climbing the stairs to the gate slowly, Amami-san—right behind me—loses her balance, maybe tripped up by the crowd.

This station’s platform is decently wide, but the stairs and escalators are narrow—when people rush in, it’s a squeeze fast. Misjudge the flow, and you’re stuck in no time.

“Amami-san, you okay?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

She grabs the hand I throw out to keep her from falling.

Amami-san’s hand feels smaller than I expected—though compared to Umi’s, I mean.

I don’t get many chances to feel a girl’s hand, y’know.

“Hmm, Maki-kun’s hand’s kinda rough, huh? Feels like a guy’s hand.”

“Really? Doing chores roughs it up a bit, plus calluses from gaming. Compared to athletes, mine’s nothing.”

A guy’s hand… That fits Nozomu more. When we shook hands, his big mitt—built from swinging bats and pitching daily—felt like it was coated in stone from all the blisters.

Holding on tight so we don’t get split up, Amami-san and I catch up to Umi, who’s a bit ahead in the crowd.

“See? You two are already—”

“Ehehe, sorry, Umi.”

“Well, at least you didn’t fall and get hurt… But, Yuu, isn’t it about time now that it’s not risky?”

“Huh?”

“I mean… your hands.”

“Hands? …Oh!”

I didn’t notice ’cause I was so relieved to get out of the crush, but Amami-san’s right hand was still gripping mine.

Umi shoots me a damp, narrow-eyed look.

…Crap, I messed up.

“Sorry, Maki-kun. Got carried away.”

“No, my fault too… Uh, sorry, Umi.”

“You don’t have to look that guilty—it’s fine. I’m not mad.”

Umi probably saw Amami-san almost trip too, but even so, me holding another girl’s hand on reflex can’t feel good.

I should apologize properly right away, but that might make Amami-san feel bad.

So, what now?

Well, a guy like me with zero experience here doesn’t have many options.

“—”

As the three of us pass the gate and head to the first shop—

I slide up next to Umi and casually brush her fingers.

“…What?”

“Uh, just… don’t wanna lose you, so…”

“…Fine, whatever.”

“Thanks, Umi… And, uh, sorry again about earlier. I was kinda thoughtless.”

“…Idiot.”

With that, Umi grabs my hand and hooks her arm around mine, pressing close.

“Uh, Umi-san?”

“S-Shut up.”

I just wanted to hold hands discreetly, but… with all these people around, plus Amami-san smirking right behind us, I can’t settle down.

“Huh? Umi and Maki-kun are shining so bright I can’t look straight at ’em~ Guess I’ll get lost at this rate~?”

“Yuu, why don’t you just hang off my bag? That way I’ll feel the weight if you’re gone.”

“Keychain treatment’s kinda harsh, no? But it sounds sorta fun—here I go!”

“Oof… Don’t actually put your whole weight on me… Jeez, I’m not mad anymore. Look, the shop’s closing soon—let’s move.”

She lets go of my arm, which is a relief, but keeps a firm grip on my hand all the way to the store.

Umi leads me by the hand to a thrift shop she and Amami-san visit sometimes.

It’s on the first floor of a mixed-use building, apparently dealing in clothes and accessories from foreign brands—a fancy setup I’d totally avoid on my own.

Following them through the door, I’m hit with a smell like an old closet—mothballs mixed with aged wood.

The vibe’s the opposite of me, but I kinda like this unique scent.

“First, we’ll pick a full top set here… Maki, what’s your budget today, by the way?”

“About this much.”

I flash two fingers at Umi as a vague answer.

I’ve got 20,000 yen in my wallet. Big money for a high schooler like me with no part-time job—but when I told Mom about the date and shopping with Umi beforehand, she handed me two 10,000-yen bills on the spot. Apparently, she’s thrilled her fashion-clueless son’s finally showing interest in style.

So, at a cheap place, I could probably get a full outfit top to bottom—and Umi’s likely thinking the same.

The two of them dive into picking clothes the moment we step in.

“Hey, Umi, this! How’s this? Maki-kun’s a boy, so he’d like this kinda thing, right?”

“Hmm, a military outer… Safe choice, but Maki’s shorter than the average guy—it might look too childish. See, it’s way too baggy.”

“Really? I think it’s cute the other way around… Hey, Maki-kun, try this on… How’s it? Pretty good, right?”

“Uh, how’s it look…?”

My job here is to be their dress-up doll.

Umi’s been teaching me fashion bit by bit lately, but I’m still clueless about what’s normal—so I’ll let them narrow it down, then pick what feels right to me.

A female clerk keeps shooting me warm glances, maybe misunderstanding something about us.

…She’s smirking and giving me a thumbs-up—what’s that supposed to mean?

“Hmm, let’s decide on the outer later—what about what goes underneath…? Maki, here. Try this next.”

“Oh, sure.”

With three outer options picked, we move to the shelves for stuff to wear under it.

It’s gonna be hidden anyway, so does it matter…? Nah, saying that’d get me scolded.

“Oh, Umi, what about accessories? Like a scarf?”

“No, he’s got the one I gave him. Maki, don’t use your own tomorrow—it’s too old.”

“But it’s still usable…”

“No.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The scarf I’m wearing now’s actually one Umi gave me the other day too. Dark gray with red-lined checks. Doesn’t quite match the uniform, but it’s good quality and warm, so it’s my go-to now.

Since it’s Umi’s hand-me-down, burying my nose in it gives a faint whiff of her scent—like she’s always nearby. Not telling anyone that, obviously.

They keep picking stuff with Amami-san’s input until the shop’s about to close, settling on what they both think works best overall.

I step out of the fitting room, awkwardly spinning in place so they can get a good look.

“…So, how’s it?”

“Yeah. Not bad for the time we had.”

“Perfect, right? Cute and totally suits you! We’re awesome, Umi and me!”

A brand-name outer on sale for half off, a thick flannel shirt, and some other stuff—altogether just under 10,000 yen.

My take? Minus my face, their picks make me look decent enough. Plus, it’s warm too.

I’m grateful to Umi for picking seriously. Amami-san too, of course.

“Thanks, Umi.”

“You’re welcome. Oh, your scarf’s crooked again.”

“Huh? Is it?”

“Yup. Geez, I take my eyes off you for a second, and you get sloppy… There, fixed.”

Stepping outside, Umi immediately adjusts my scarf to the proper knot.

I thought a scarf was just loop it around your neck and go, but apparently, there’s a whole method to it.

Experiencing this firsthand really drives home how tough picking clothes is. Everyone does it like it’s nothing, but to me, it’s kinda impressive.

“Mmph… Umi and Maki-kun are like newlyweds. Hey, are you two really, truly not lovers yet?”

“Well… we’ve got our own stuff going on there.”

“Yeah, uh…”

“Oh, okay. Then when you do become lovers, tell me first, okay? I wanna be the first to congratulate you two. Promise!”

With Amami-san saying that, I’ll make sure it goes as planned and put in the effort.

After the thrift shop, we head back to the station building to grab shoes, pants, and the rest at a department store, finally getting a breather there.

“Man, I’m beat…”

After splitting from them for a bathroom break, I let out a big sigh alone in the station’s restroom.

Checking my phone, it’s just past 7 p.m. We got here around 5, so we’ve spent about two hours just shopping for my clothes.

I shop sometimes, but I usually grab what I need and bounce—so spending this long is a first for me.

I’m wiped out just being their puppet, but Umi and Amami-san, who’ve been running around for me, are still full of energy—planning dinner with phones in hand.

Personally, I’d rather head home and eat there slow… but they’ve done so much for me today, I gotta push a bit more.

Not just today—tomorrow’s the real deal too.

Then, a message from Umi pops up.

(Asanagi) Yo.

(Maehara) Yo.

(Asanagi) Maki, you alive?

(Maehara) Barely.

(Asanagi) Really? We picked a dinner spot, so hurry up when you’re done.

(Asanagi) Let’s go hard tonight—all-you-can-eat yakiniku.

(Maehara) Got it.

(Asanagi) Oh, and…

(Asanagi) Thanks, Maki.

(Maehara) For what?

(Asanagi) Y’know, putting up with me and Yuu’s selfishness.

(Maehara) It’s cool.

(Maehara) Seeing you two have fun makes me happy too.

(Asanagi) Oh. Well, good then.

(Asanagi) Hey, Maki.

(Maehara) What now?

(Asanagi) Tomorrow, okay? Look forward to it.

(Asanagi) I’m gonna go all out to look super cute.

In other words, not the usual laid-back hoodie-and-sneakers vibe she sometimes rocks, but a proper outfit just for our date.

Umi, who’s already cute without even trying, is putting in real effort to dress up for me.

Thinking about that perks me up a little.

I mean, no matter how you slice it, she’s gonna look absolutely adorable.

“…Alright. Feeling energized now—guess I’ll stick with these two a bit longer.”

After replying to Umi with “I’m looking forward to it,” I step out of the stall, hurrying back to the two waiting for me.

Washing my hands thoroughly, wiping them with a slightly damp handkerchief, and fiddling with my bangs and hair a bit, I jog out of the restroom—only to freeze the next second.

“Whoa, oops—”

“!? Ah…”

Right at the entrance, I bump into someone coming in as I’m leaving.

The impact scatters the papers they were holding all over the floor.

…Crap, I messed up.

I’ve got a bad habit of getting distracted when I’m lost in thought—like about Umi’s outfit tomorrow or dinner tonight. Gotta be more careful.

“S-Sorry—I was in a rush… I’ll pick it up right away!”

“Oh, no, don’t worry about it. I wasn’t paying attention either—”

As we both reach for the same sheet, the suited person’s hand stops mid-motion.

“—Wait, if it isn’t Maki?”

“Huh?”

Hearing my name, I look up—

“! …Dad.”

Standing there is someone I could never forget.

“It’s been a while, Maki.”

It’s my father, Maehara Tatsuki.

With the same gentle smile and big hand that used to pat my head, Dad stands there, looking exactly as he did when he left my life.

Dad appears before me in the familiar suit I remember so well from my childhood.

Of course, the color and tie pattern aren’t exactly the same, but the way he wears it hasn’t changed a bit.

His neatly trimmed hair, too.

And that faint whiff of his favorite cologne he always wore just a little of.

Even after a year, he’s still the same Dad I always knew.

“What a coincidence. Never thought I’d run into you here… Last time we met was, what, just before summer break, right?”

“Yeah. It was crazy hot back then, but now we’re all bundled up. Winter’s here.”

“Sorry about that. I should’ve made more time to see you… Work got hectic again after that.”

“So, today too?”

“Pretty much. This place happens to be tied to my next job… I’m on my way back from that. Well, back to the office, anyway—still got a ton of work left.”

From a quick glance at the papers, it looks like this station building’s slated for a rebuild years from now, and Dad’s involved somehow.

He works at a big construction firm, handling major projects for private companies and the government.

“Sounds rough. You holding up okay?”

“Don’t worry. I get regular checkups, and I’m still confident in my stamina.”

He flashes me a grin. Dad’s in his mid-forties, but his rugby-honed body from college days is still solid—broad, tall, and fit.

He looks young enough that you wouldn’t guess he has a high school kid.

I’m supposed to be his son, but I take after Mom more. Some aunt once said, “You’ve got your dad’s eyes,” but I’m pretty sure that was just flattery or a mistake—I still think so.

“By the way, what brings you here today…? Oh, right, to hang out, huh? You’re a high schooler now, Maki. Makes sense you’d be out and about.”

“Uh, no, I was shopping… See, these sneakers I’m wearing are falling apart.”

“Oh, right. And… friends? Made any?”

“Well, same as last time, I guess.”

I blurt that out on reflex. Truth is, there’s Umi, Amami-san, and lately I’ve been talking to Nozomu at school—my relationships have changed a ton since before.

…But I don’t say it.

Somehow, I just can’t.

“I see… Sorry, didn’t mean to ask something weird.”

“It’s fine. I’m doing my best as usual. Anyway, is it okay for you to stand here chatting with me? I’m happy to catch up after so long… but don’t you need to get back to the office?”

“Oh, right. And I still haven’t used the restroom.”

It’s not that I don’t want to keep talking to Dad, but Umi and Amami-san are waiting, so cutting this short avoids complications.

Per the divorce agreement, we’re supposed to meet once every month or two until I graduate high school, so I’ll see him again eventually.

(Asanagi) Maki, still there?

(Amami) Maki-kun~! Meat~!

A quick glance at my phone shows messages from both of them, nudging me along.

So, I’ll keep this reunion with Dad brief and prioritize the girls for now.

Plus, it looks like Dad’s got someone waiting for him too.

“—Director Maehara, um…”

“! Minato, didn’t I tell you to wait?”

“I’m sorry. I was waiting, but you took longer than usual, and I heard voices…”

The one calling out to Dad is a woman in a gray suit—probably a subordinate, since she called him “Director.”

She’s got sharp eyes and is strikingly beautiful.

“Dad, who’s she? Oh, and congrats on another promotion.”

“Thanks. Pay’s the same, workload’s doubled, though. Guess I’m the only one dumb enough to take it on. This is my subordinate, Minato. Minato, this is my son, Maki.”

“! The Director’s son—nice to meet you. I’m Minato Kyoka.”

“Uh, hi… I’m Maehara Maki. Nice to meet you too…”

Her business card says “Section Chief,” so she must be pretty capable. Late twenties, maybe? Getting to that rank in a big company isn’t easy, from what I’ve heard.

“Well, looks like you’re busy, so I’ll head out. Dad, see you later.”

“Yeah, later.”

“…”

I wave to Dad, nod to Minato-san—who bows slightly beside him—and hurry off toward Umi and Amami-san.

It was just a few minutes with Dad, but for people waiting, that can feel long. Umi spots me first, her cheeks puffed out.

“Maki, you’re kinda late. Got lost?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

I debate telling her about Dad but decide against it—it’d take too long, and Amami-san’s here. I’ll keep it to myself.

Shopping’s worn me out, and I’m starving, so I don’t wanna waste energy on extra stuff right now.

“Sorry, Umi. Made you worry.”

“Nah, I just thought you were a little slow. Good thing you didn’t end up needing the lost-kid announcement, huh? ‘First-year Joutou High School student, Maehara Maki-kun’?”

“That’s a real relief.”

A high schooler getting that treatment would be mortifying. If Dad or Minato-san—probably still in the building—heard it, I’d die of shame.

“Hey, Maki-kun! Umi was all fidgety until just before you got back—oww!”

“Yuu~? Enough chit-chat—let’s get going, okay~?”

“Mmph~! Mmmph~!”

“C’mon, Maki too… Let’s go.”

“Yeah.”

I take Umi’s outstretched hand, and the three of us head to our final stop of the day—an all-you-can-eat yakiniku place.

“…Hey, Umi.”

“Hm? What?”

“…No, just thinking you’re really cute.”

“I’ll smack you, jerk.”

“J-Just kidding! Sorry!”

We’ve got a long road ahead, so I’ll have to tell Umi about Dad someday.

(I don’t think I’m carrying some weird baggage… but it feels off somehow.)

Umi, Amami-san, Nozomu. And Dad.

With all these faces flickering in my mind, I mutter that to myself inwardly.

Last Christmas Eve—

My mom, Maehara Masaki, and my dad, Maehara Tatsuki, got divorced.

I don’t know the exact reason. I’ve wanted to ask a few times, but it’s hard to bring up with Mom’s feelings in mind. After the divorce, I hinted at it with Dad, but all he’d say was, “It’s my fault,” so I stopped digging and decided to let the past go.

Dad’s job meant a lot of transfers, so I never fit in at school. But home was different—Mom was there, and even if Dad got back late, he’d always make time to hang out with me.

I didn’t have friends, but I had a place to come back to, with Dad and Mom.

School wasn’t my thing, but I loved home.

Then one day, after Dad got promoted and work got busier, the vibe between him and Mom started shifting—little by little—

“—ki, Maki.”

“…”

“…Hey!”

“! Ow!”

A light sting on my forehead snaps me back to reality.

Seeing Dad after so long, plus it being December, dragged me into old memories—I’d zoned out. I forgot I was with Umi and Amami-san right now.

“Jeez, I’m asking what you wanna order, and all you give me is ‘yeah’ or ‘uh-huh’ like a zombie… Maki, it’s fine alone, but spacing out in front of others is kinda rude.”

“Sorry… Maybe I’m tired from shopping so long.”

The three of us are at the all-you-can-eat yakiniku place now. It’s order-style, two hours, with a salad bar, drink bar, and ice cream bar—2,000 yen per person, a steal for what you get.

“Maki-kun, you okay? If you’re feeling off, you don’t have to push it.”

“No, I’m fine. Just zoned out—I’m still hungry. …Uh, I’ll go with the ‘thick-cut beef tongue.’”

“Nice pick. I’ll take the ‘premium harami.’ Yuu?”

“Ehehe, I’ll go with the ‘bone-in kalbi,’ obviously. Let’s add some wieners, a seafood grill set, and rice too!”

Yeah, running into Dad threw me off, but I’m not the lonely kid he might think I am anymore.

“Hey, Yuu, you already grabbed ice cream? It’s all-you-can-eat, sure, but isn’t that too much?”

“You’re mixing cola and white soda like a kid, Umi. Chugging carbonation’ll fill you up fast. My ice cream’s separate, though—right, Maki-kun?”

“Uh, you’re both kinda childish…”

“Eh~? Really~? Umi, he’s calling you out.”

“No, the bigger kid here’s Yuu… I just made one cup, that’s all.”

“Whatever, but Umi, Amami-san—eat some veggies too, okay?”

This year’s gonna be a good memory for sure. With Umi, Amami-san, and… well, I can let last year go and focus on what’s ahead.

The next day—Saturday—our long-awaited date day arrives.

It’s chilly outside the covers, and since it’s a weekend, I’d love to sleep in till noon… but not today.

“Date meetup’s at 11 a.m. at the same station as yesterday… right?”

I double-check the schedule I went over a million times yesterday—just to be sure.

It’s still early, plenty of time before the meetup. Even factoring in travel, I could lounge in pajamas, but it’s my first real date with Umi, and I’m too restless to chill.

Sitting still won’t help, so after a light breakfast, I slip into the clothes we bought yesterday.

“…Well, this’ll do, I guess.”

Checking myself in the full-length mirror—I’m not sure if it “suits” me, but it’s a huge step up from my usual all-black look.

These chances’ll probably keep coming, so I should get into fashion a bit—for Umi’s sake, so she’s not embarrassed. But money’s tight. Mom’s all, “It’s for Umi-chan too, so I’ll cover what you need,” but with just the two of us, I don’t wanna strain our budget.

Maybe a part-time job? Lots of high schoolers do it—not rare—but can I handle it?

No choice, though—few years from now, I’ll be thrown into the real world. Gotta toughen up. Plus, in the future, with Umi… Whoa, if I start fantasizing that far, I won’t stop. Let’s cut it there.

For today’s date money, I’ll gratefully take Mom’s generosity. She gave me an extra 10,000 yen on top of yesterday’s clothes cash, just in case. We’re splitting the bill, so if I don’t splurge, it’ll be fine.

I’m dressed, bag’s packed with essentials.

“Guess I’ll touch up the little details…”

I grab some hair wax and try styling it like Umi taught me, but it’s tricky.

Getting close to one of the cutest girls in class, going on a date with her, and fussing over my hair in the mirror for ten minutes—summer-break me wouldn’t believe it.

“…It’s not quite like how Umi did it… but if I mess with it more, it’ll go weird—”

As I wrestle with my bangs, the intercom buzzes, signaling a visitor.

Who’d come at this busy hour…? Only one person makes sense.

“…Yo.”

“Umi.”

“…It’s cold, so I’d be happy if you let me in quick.”

“Oh, yeah. Come in.”

We were supposed to meet up, but I don’t mind either way—might as well have her check my hair too.

“—Whoa.”

But the moment Umi steps inside, those thoughts vanish in a flash.

Seeing her, my first thought is—she’s gorgeous.

I’m still clueless about fashion—can’t critique colors, styles, or designs—but that’s my honest take.

I should be used to her by now, but I’m totally captivated.

“Hey, what’re you spacing out for? Morning greeting—c’mon. Morning, Maki.”

“Oh… uh, yeah. Morning, Umi.”

“Good. Well, I’m coming in… Phew, your place is so warm, Maki~ Coffee or tea?”

“Tea, then… Wait, I’ll do it.”

“Nah, I got it today. Sit on the couch and wait—go on!”

Like she owns the place, Umi strides into the living room and starts prepping drinks for two. She knows where everything is—cups, sugar cubes, coffee stuff—since we’ve been doing this together lately.

“Sugar and milk?”

“None today. Wanna wake up a bit.”

“Got it. I’ll skip too, then.”

My eyes drift to Umi’s profile as she works. Light makeup, maybe? Her cheeks look extra fair and smooth, her glossed lips subtly shining. Eyebrows and lashes—I can’t tell, but she’s probably got them perfect too.

From what I can see, she’s just got a hairpin for accessories. No earrings or necklaces, but she’s radiating this sparkly aura anyway.

They say makeup can transform a woman’s vibe, and seeing it live is a first for me. Mom wears it too, but… no comment there.

“Here you go. Can I sit next to you?”

“…Go ahead.”

“Cool.”

Umi slides onto the couch, fitting right into the space I shift to make.

A whiff of perfume—different from usual, but really nice—hits me.

“Maki, you were just staring at my legs—well, my thighs, huh?”

“…N-No, I just thought they looked cold.”

I hesitate to touch, but her skirt today’s short, and she’s not even wearing tights—just bare legs.

I’m a guy, okay? My eyes can’t help it—especially since it’s Umi.

“They are cold, duh. Honestly, I regretted it a bit on the way from my place to yours.”

“Then you didn’t have to push yourself.”

“True. But it’s a special day—I wanted you to see me looking cute. For you… y’know, my closest guy friend.”

Umi’s hand gently rests on mine. Holding hands like this is normal for us, but today, it feels way more embarrassing—I can’t meet her eyes.

“Well… your effort definitely comes through.”

“Right? Believe it or not, I stressed over this last night and this morning. Had to match the clothes we picked for you yesterday—not too plain, but not overdone either.”

“…Oh, yeah, that’s right.”

I just had to throw on what we bought, no thinking needed. But Umi had to pick from tons of options.

Matching me like that’s overkill, but that’s just who Asanagi Umi is.

“So, you came to pick me up instead of meeting there because…”

“Yeah. Thought it might bug you, but I really wanted you to see me ASAP.”

Her outfit made that obvious right away.

Even to my zero-fashion-sense self, Umi looks insanely cute right now.

“Hey, Maki—what do you think of me today?”

“Think…? Uh…”

“I kinda got it from your reaction when you first saw me. But I wanna hear it in words… like, ‘It suits you.’”

I was too stunned to say it then, but I wanna tell her properly too.

Saying it right away probably means more than later—she’d feel it more.

“…Uh, saying this face-to-face is kinda embarrassing, but…”

“Yeah… what?”

Feeling my cheeks heat up, I tell Umi—

“—Y-You’re gorgeous, Umi. Honestly, I was mesmerized.”

“…”

There’s probably fancier ways to compliment her, but that’s the best this clueless guy can manage for Umi right now.

“O-Oh… T-Thanks… Guess the effort paid off, huh?”

“Y-Yeah. Glad to hear it.”

“Yeah… Hehe.”

It’s a basic compliment, but Umi seems happy enough, so that’s a win.

…Super embarrassing first thing in the morning, though.

After that, we play some games, read manga, chat while zoning out to the TV—killing time till our meetup.

…Or so I planned, but I keep noticing Umi next to me. Drinking coffee, watching TV—my eyes just drift to her.

She’s so soft, and she smells amazing.

I mean, we both stuffed ourselves with yakiniku last night—how come I reek of garlic while Umi smells sweet? She says she took a morning bath and handled her breath, but still.

“Here—tablet and gum. I’m used to you, but others aren’t. Plus, we’re seeing a movie today.”

“Thanks.”

I pop both in my mouth and slip into the boots we got yesterday—short or work boots, whatever they’re called—at the entrance.

Normally, I wear cheap sneakers till they’re trashed, so this feels fresh, though they’re kinda tight since I’m not used to them.

“Maki, no forgetting stuff, right? Wallet in your bag? I brought two handkerchiefs if you need one.”

“No, I’m good there… You sound like a mom, Umi.”

“Maybe. You’re kinda scatterbrained and sloppy sometimes, y’know? Makes me feel like I’ve gotta look out for you. And you just go along with it—it’s kinda cute.”

Guess I tickle her maternal instincts. She loves taking care of me, so it’s her thing… but I should step up more.

“Alright, let’s go.”

“Yeah.”

We step out, riding the elevator down together.

“Phew~ I brought tights just in case, and man, it’s a world of difference.”

“Obviously. Days like this, you should listen to your body’s ‘I’m cold’ signals instead of pushing it.”

She came bare-legged, but since it’s chilly, I had her put on tights. I get wanting to look cute, but this is easier on me—less worrying where to look.

“Oh, but at the station stairs, stand right behind me and guard me, okay? This skirt’s so short, bending over’d show everything.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Some guys like that, apparently. Not always, but I feel eyes on me sometimes.”

Creeps taking pics, probably. I thought that stuff was just news—distant—but with a girl like Umi, it feels real close now.

“Got it. I’ll watch out.”

“Thanks. Oh, but what if my guard’s the one peeking~? You’re kinda pervy, Maki. You were sneaking looks during our game when I was mad about losing, right?”

“Guh—”

She caught me. It was a split-second glance while she was focused on the screen, but still—do girls just know?

“…Uh, sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine, I’m not mad or anything. With this outfit, I get it—I can’t complain if you look… But can I ask something instead?”

“…What?”

“Hehe, well~…”

Umi links her arm with mine, pressing close, and whispers ticklishly in my ear—

“—So, how was it?”

“W-What?”

“You know what I mean~”

“…I-I didn’t stare that hard.”

It was a flash, but I remember it clear. A high school guy’s memory’s too sharp for this—can’t underestimate it.

Probably not just me… I hope.

“Anyway, no comment.”

“Hmph~ Fine, I’ll let it slide.”

“T-There’s nothing to slide, that’s just how it is!”

“Jeez, so stubborn~ Take this!”

“S-Stop poking my cheek…”

She stressed over today’s outfit, so maybe she wanted… No, let’s not overthink and spiral into weird fantasies.

Real talk—I’m being super creepy right now.

“Hehe, today’s gonna be fun—I’m making sure of it, so brace yourself!”

“I’m already exhausted before we start…”

Umi’s got me wrapped around her finger—outside of games, will I ever turn the tables?

Not that I mind this dynamic too much.

I don’t hate her teasing me.

And so, a bit earlier than planned, my first date with Umi kicks off.

The only set plan is a movie, so after that, we’ll wander the city and wing it.

“Umi, hands—how we doing it?”

“Hmm, it’s a special date day, so…”

She laces her fingers with mine.

“This works, right?”

“Yeah… it’s cold today anyway.”

“You just wanna hold hands with me, huh~? Such a clingy boy~”

“…Then I’ll stop.”

“Nope! Hehe.”

She locks my hand tight—guess this is how it’ll be all day.

Now I’m worried about sweaty hands messing hers up.

Walking to the station with a chipper Umi, we hit a crosswalk.

I catch our reflections in a drugstore’s glass window.

With my maxed-out budget outfit, we don’t look too out of place side by side (face aside).

Just a typical high school couple trying to look grown-up—but that’s all thanks to Umi’s effort. She planned and agonized over this to make it work.

My looks are what they are—I don’t care if people tease me—but I don’t want Umi, who says she “loves” me, dragged into that.

So I wanna improve what I can, bit by bit, on my own.

…As Umi’s (future) boyfriend.

“? Maki, what’s up?”

“…I’d be happy if you keep teaching me stuff. I’ll work hard… for, uh…”

“For?”

“…F-For you, Umi.”

I squeeze her hand a little tighter, whispering just loud enough for her to hear.

Too shy to say it straight, but I had to get it out.

“…Hmph~”

“W-What?”

“Nothing, just—you’re extra adorable today, Maki.”

“…Is ‘cute’ a compliment for a guy?”

“Normally, not really. But from me to you, it’s fine to be happy about it—I promise.”

“Oh… Then, thanks. I’m glad.”

“Hehe, you’re welcome.”

Umi’s shy smile dazzles me, and I reflexively look away.

We’ve been goofing off plenty before the station, but I can’t forget the main goal.

Following her instructions, I guard her skirt from behind as we disembark yesterday’s station and head to a big building with a cineplex.

We left earlier than planned, but dawdling too much made us miss a train—by the time we reach the theater, it’s almost showtime.

“Uh, we’re seeing a romance movie, right?”

“Yeah. It’s kinda buzzing online, so as a high school girl, I’ve gotta check it out.”

It’s the film version of a hit TV drama—searching the title pulls up stuff like “So moving!” “Tear-jerker!” “Too emotional!” “〇〇-kun (the lead) is adorable!”—mostly positive (?).

I like rom-coms, but heavy romance isn’t my go-to. Still, it’s our first weekend date, so trying this out’s fine.

Maybe I’ll unexpectedly love it… a tiny chance, at least.

The crowd’s mostly teens like us—girls in groups or couples like me and Umi. Almost no solo folks.

Umi handles the tickets while I hit the snack stand.

“Oh, Umi—drinks?”

“Melon soda or ginger ale.”

“Popcorn?”

“Caramel.”

“Got it.”

Normally, I’d pick cola and salt or butter popcorn, but this feels right here. Lunch is after, so I keep it to a small size—prices are steep anyway.

Previews are rolling as we shrink down and slip into our corner seats.

I wanna sit quick to not bother anyone, but reaching our assigned spots, something’s off.

“? What’re you doing, Maki? Hurry up—people are waiting behind us.”

“Yeah, I know… but isn’t this a couple’s seat?”

Couple’s seat—a sofa-like spot for two to snuggle. Probably annoying for solo moviegoers.

Now I get why the ticket price felt high.

“Ehehe, I’ve always wondered what these feel like. One was open, and it’s a date, so I thought—why not?”

“Fair enough… but we’re still just friends, technically…”

“Oh, quit whining. It’s like this when we watch movies at home—same difference, right?”

“During horror flicks, sure… Fine, we bought it, so I’ll sit.”

Urged by Umi, I settle into the couple’s seat.

Higher price, better comfort—way comfier than regular seats, with room to relax. Perfect for focusing on the movie.

“…Um, Umi-san?”

“Hm? What?”

“…Why’re you clinging to my arm the second we sit?”

Setting the popcorn and drinks on the tray, I turn to the screen—then feel something soft against my arm.

“Well, it’s a couple’s seat—gotta set the mood, right? Look, the other couples here are doing it too.”

A quick glance shows nearby couple-seat pairs cuddling—some ignoring the movie entirely.

“Or… do you not like doing this with me, Maki?”

“…It’s not that I don’t like it.”

If I didn’t, I wouldn’t still be sitting here. I asked her out because I wanna be close to her, after all.

“Hehe, you’re so shy, Maki. Poke, poke!”

“Wah—don’t jab my side… Look, the movie’s starting—let’s watch.”

“Okay~!”

We keep our voices low, but any more’d bug others, so I give in and let Umi have her way.

“Hey, Maki.”

“Now what?”

“…What if Yuu, Nina, or someone from class saw us like this? Kinda thrilling, huh?”

“…Then we could stop.”

“No way.”

She squeezes my arm tighter.

…I just pray no classmates are in any of these seats.

For the next two hours, I plan to focus on the movie.

That’s the idea, at least.

(—Isn’t this kinda boring?)

Thirty minutes in, my drowsiness hits its peak.

The popcorn and melon soda we got to share vanish in ten minutes. Time to settle in and follow the story—but all I’m chasing is sleep from sheer boredom.

I knew it was a school-set romance from research, but the script’s weak—nothing sticks in my head. Out of nowhere, the heroine gets a vague terminal illness and dies, then reappears despite being dead, and now she’s in a showdown with the protagonist’s current girlfriend.

It’s full of plot holes—could be funny as a gag, but everyone’s glued to the screen, so the vibe’s not right for that.

(Bet she’ll vanish again with some flimsy ‘thank you’ excuse.)

The lead idol guy’s crying face pairs with a sappy, “emotional” song I can’t quite describe.

A sneaky phone peek shows over an hour left.

How do I survive this slog?

I’m sleepy, but it’s a rare date with Umi—dozing off’d be rude, and we paid good money. Gotta stick it out.

I sneak a look at Umi’s face.

No clue what she thinks of it, but she’s focused on the story—hasn’t noticed me looking. There’s a glint in her eyes too.

Our movie tastes usually align, so I wondered if she’s bored too—but guess she’s still a teenage girl at heart.

If Umi’s into it, I rally myself quietly—then the screen fills with a bed scene.

(This feels pointlessly steamy…)

The leads’ acting was shaky till now, but this part’s oddly intense. It’s not restricted, so it’s toned down, but it’s still pretty passionate (in my opinion)—caught me off guard.

Maybe some people get in the mood here… I muse sleepily, when—

“…Mmph.”

Something leans against me.

“U-Umi…?”

“Mm… Maki…”

She reacts to my voice, snuggling closer and clinging to my arm.

Her hair’s shampoo scent wafts up, and the soft pressure on my arm makes my heart race.

“U-Umi, uh…”

Did this dragged-out love scene actually get to her? She’s never rubbed her cheek on my arm like this—it’s throwing me off.

We’ve been holding hands, but what’s the right move here? It’s dark, sure, but getting too cozy in a theater’s bad—ignoring her’s no good either—

(…No, no, that’s not okay.)

Umi’s clinginess almost sways me, but I gotta hold back.

Not at home—this is a theater, a public place. I hate to brush off Umi when she’s so comfy with me, but manners come first.

“H-Hey, Umi, maybe save that for somewhere else—”

I lean toward her to warn her, and then—

“Kaa… ngh…”

“…Wait, she’s asleep.”

Guess I was the only one freaking out.

With the BGM and dull plot as a lullaby, Umi’s using me as a body pillow, sleeping soundly with a peaceful face.

Seems she fought sleep like me but lost it just before the bed scene. That glint in her eyes was probably a yawn’s tear.

(…Oh, right—she woke up way earlier than me.)

I didn’t realize, panicking and pounding my heart alone.

Kinda embarrassing now.

“Maki… hehe… mmph.”

“…Jeez, what’s she dreaming about?”

I gently wrap her scarf around her mouth to muffle snores or sleep-talk, staying her pillow till the movie ends.

“—I mean, it was freaking awful.”

Umi’s words after sleeping droolily through the whole thing, not waking till the lights came up post-credits.

“We went in blind to avoid spoilers… Ugh, why’d we hit a dud like this?”

“Classic movie gamble.”

“Yup.”

After leaving, we search up detailed reviews. As expected, it’s divisive—just like we felt.

The weepy storyline hit for some. The big-name singers for the theme and OST were solid too.

Some girls were bawling at the end, so it worked for that crowd—others, like us, zoned out. That’s the verdict.

Anyway, props to me for staying awake.

“Ugh, should’ve skipped the fancy pick and gone for something else… Actually, y’know, next door they were showing this other film—‘Genetically Modified Giant Man-Eating Shark vs. The Ultimate Gustav vs. Colossal Deep-Sea Kraken vs. Rampaging Killer Android: The Ultra Showdown Across Space and Time.’”

“What’s that, an all-star mashup?”

“Right? Wanted to cleanse my palate with it, but the last showing just ended. Demand an early Blu-ray—though it’ll probably never happen.”

The movie flopped, but I got to see Umi’s rare sloppy sleep face, so it wasn’t all bad for me.

Plus, the date’s about time with Umi, not just the film.

Only downside—her drool stained my scarf.

“Alright, nap’s got me refreshed—lunch next?”

“Yeah. Where to? Safe bet like a family restaurant?”

“That works, but I’ve got a plan. We’re doing proper date vibes today.”

“Learning from the movie and still diving into risky territory… If it’s a decent place, I trust you—I’m in.”

“Hehe, that’s the spirit!”

So, we head to a newly opened café—featured on SNS and magazines, still packed even past lunch peak.

The sign says a thirty-minute wait.

“Mmph… I’m fine waiting, but in this cold… Maki, you good? Not freezing?”

“I’m fine. Got a secret weapon.”

“? What’s that?”

“This.”

I pull a stick-on heat pack from my bag.

Knowing it’d be cold, I stuck one on each leg before leaving—long-lasting type, perfect for this wait.

A must-have for cold-haters in winter.

“Jeez, of course you’ve got a stash.”

“Want one, Umi?”

“Gimme.”

“Here.”

“Thanks.”

She can’t stick it on her legs, so she hides it under her jacket on her waist.

It kicks in fast, apparently.

“Mmph… What’s this? It’s amazing!”

“I’ve got smaller ones—put ’em on your feet later.”

“Cool… Hehe.”

“…Why’re you laughing there?”

“Sorry, sorry. Just thinking—being with you always ends up like this~”

Umi presses closer, her trimmed hair brushing my cheek—ticklish, but not unpleasant.

“Oh, not in a bad way. Picking outfits, choosing spots all proper-like… but no matter how much we follow a normal date course, it gets this chill vibe somehow.”

“Really? I think I’m trying pretty hard.”

“Me too. But pulling out a bunch of big and small heat packs from your bag—that’s so you, Maki. Wait, are you secretly a grandpa? Like, over seventy-five or something?”

“Got about sixty years left, I think.”

But grandpa-ish? Maybe. I use heat packs a lot because my maternal grandparents gave them to me as a kid—and Mom too.

I didn’t have friends back then, but my family loved me plenty. That probably kept my shy, loner heart from breaking completely.

And that’s why Umi found me, I guess.

“Anyway, I get what you mean. So… how am I doing now?”

“How?”

“Like… am I pulling off being your date partner okay so far?”

That’s what’s on my mind.

From this morning, Umi’s been all smiles, enjoying the day with me—I can tell that much.

But as a date—not just a friend, but a guy—how am I doing?

Making her heart race, showing some manliness… I don’t think I’ve managed that yet.

“…Y’know, I used to scoff at this stuff. Lining up forever just to eat—what a waste of time, I’d think.”

“So, secretly still thinking that now?”

“No way. If I did, I’d say let’s go somewhere else—honest.”

Otherwise, I wouldn’t be standing in this cold, waiting to get inside. I’m hungry too.

“…Truth is, I’m kinda having fun right now. It’s just waiting, but sticking a heat pack on you, joking about me being a grandpa—it’s silly, but fun. Maybe everyone else feels the same, waiting without looking annoyed.”

Like us, the people around seem chill too.

“Cold, huh?” “Yup.” “Oh, check this out.” “Whoa, so cool.”

Dumb chats, but they look happy. Sure, some exceptions, but still.

I used to think watching this was “pointless”—but being in it myself, I see it was just my biased take.

The girl beside me taught me that.

“Maybe I’m still not cut out to be a proper date partner… but I wanna change, little by little. So… huh? This kinda veered off track… Anyway, I’ll keep learning bit by bit, so stick with me, okay?”

It’s a messy ramble, but that’s my honest feelings right now.

“…Hehe.”

“W-Why’re you laughing?”

“’Cause you’re all flustered on your own—it’s cute.”

“I’m not used to saying stuff like this…”

I asked if I’m good enough, then somehow ended up at “I’m still lame, don’t ditch me”—I’m such a mess.

“Next customers, please~”

“! Oh, Maki, it’s our turn—stop moping alone and let’s warm up inside!”

“Oh, yeah. Right.”

Following the staff’s lead, we head in, waiting to be seated—then Umi hugs me tight from behind.

“Uh, Umi…?”

“…It’s fine, Maki. My heart’s totally racing.”

She whispers softly in my ear.

We’re bundled up, so I can’t feel much, but her warmth seems to seep through anyway.

“O-Oh… Good, then.”

“Yeah. Don’t worry—you’re my… well, not that, uh…”

Her eyes dart a bit before she continues.

“My closest guy friend, y’know…”

“Uh, yeah, right. That’s it.”

“Yup. That’s it. Oh, the staff’s calling—let’s go.”

It gets a little awkward, but this itchy feeling—it’s not so bad.

After braving the cold wait, we finally get to eat lunch.

It’s pricey for a place like this, but maybe the wait spiced it up—it tasted great. I cook but I’m no pro, so I’ve got no fancy critique.

Favorite seasonings? Ketchup, mustard, mayo, and MSG.

“Maki, how was it?”

“Yeah, everything was delicious, dessert included… but one complaint.”

“Oh, same here. Wanna say it together?”

“Sure.”

Stepping away from the shop, Umi counts down—“Ready, go!”—and we blurt—

“‘—Portions were small.’”

In perfect sync.

“Haha, right~?”

“Yeah, totally.”

Normal people’d call it standard, but for growing teens like us—who eat a lot—it’s not enough.

“Hehe, kinda lame after a meal, but—burgers next?”

“With fries too.”

“Yup. And onion rings, why not?”

So, fresh off lunch, we head for a second round.

No matter how much we stick to a “normal” date course, it always gets this laid-back vibe—this is exactly it.

We fill our half-empty stomachs to about eighty percent at a nearby burger joint, then step back into the sunset-lit streets.

It’s just before 4 p.m. I can stay out till night, but Umi’s gotta be home by 7 for dinner. With travel time, we’ve got till 6 here.

So, two hours left—what now?

“Hey, Maki. Next, let’s hit that place.”

“Where?”

“Over there—the red sign.”

“Hm? Oh…”

Following Umi’s pointing finger, I spot a nationwide karaoke chain’s sign.

Karaoke.

A cramped room where you listen to someone’s not-so-great singing—sometimes in front of a crowd—and let them hear your own terrible voice.

“…Ugh~”

“Hey, hey, no throwing a tantrum.”

Like a dog resisting a walk, I stop in my tracks, showing Umi my displeasure.

Sure, karaoke’s a solid date idea—I get that.

It fits the leftover time too… but still.

“What? Maki, you hate singing that much?”

“…I’ve never even been to karaoke.”

“Then today’s your first time.”

“Ehhh…”

“No ‘ehhh.’ C’mon, step lively. Or I’ll carry you in by force—brute strength mode.”

“Ugh…”

My reaction seems to fire Umi up even more. She grips my hand tight, dragging me along despite my futile resistance.

“Two hours, one drink. Oh, student discount, please~”

She handles the clerk smoothly, like a pro, and we head into a small room for just a few people.

Being a weekend, most other rooms are already taken.

Through the door gaps, I hear other guests singing and hyping each other up.

“C’mon, we’ve only got two hours—let’s sing! I’ll start, so pick your next song while I’m at it~”

Taking the drinks from the clerk, I tune into Umi’s voice.

“—♪ —♪”

Umi’s first pick is a song by a female idol group—used in a bottled water commercial. It’s on TV all the time, so I know it well.

“So? Maki, how’s my angelic voice?”

“…Yeah. It’s really good, I think.”

First time hearing Umi sing, but even as an amateur, I can tell her voice is beautiful. She nails the dynamics and pitch—it’s soothing to listen to.

If she slipped into that group and sang center, I bet no one’d notice anything off.

Her score after finishing? A whopping 98. I don’t get the grading system, but that’s gotta be rare.

“—Phew, it’s been a while since I last sang, but it feels great. Alright, your turn, Maki!”

“Uh, no… Sorry, I haven’t picked yet.”

I was listening and fiddling with the machine, but I’m stumped on what to choose.

I’m a shut-in who lives for games and manga, but I listen to music a ton too. I’ve got favorite groups and songs—sometimes I hum along when I’m in a good mood.

Thing is, I like listening, not singing. That’s a whole different deal.

I don’t love my own voice. It cracks when I’m nervous, and even when I think I’m loud, people go, “Huh? What?” over and over.

That’s why I hate hearing myself even more than letting others hear me.

“Oh, then how about we sing together? That’d make it easier for you, right, Maki?”

“That might work… but I’m seriously bad, okay?”

“Doesn’t matter if you’re bad. The point’s to let loose and feel good belting it out. It’s just us two here, not a crowd. Please—I’m bored singing alone. Sing with me!”

“If you’re gonna push that hard… Fine, just a little.”

I suck at it, but leaving Umi to sing solo feels wrong, so I steel myself and pick a song.

“Umi, what should we do? I’ve got no clue what to pick for this.”

“Let’s check the history and find something we both know. That’d be easier for you, right?”

“Yeah. Then…”

Scrolling through past guests’ songs, I queue up a few good ones.

Soon, the intro for the first track starts playing.

“Can I take the opening part?”

“Yeah… Man, I’m so nervous.”

“Hehe, everyone’s like that at first. Relax, relax. It’s fine if you stumble, miss the pitch, or look uncool.”

Hearing that eases me up a bit.

I take a deep breath and start singing to my own rhythm.

[…—]

“You’re fine, Maki, you’re fine! Hey, you’re way better than I thought—go, Maki, go~!”

I trip over the start, but Umi’s hyping me up like crazy.

I can’t judge my own voice, but if Umi says it’s “fine,” I’ll take it as okay for now.

[—♪]

Umi jumps in next, and her voice is still amazing.

I layer mine over hers.

Solo, I’m shaky, but together, her voice kinda carries me.

I sing, Umi sings, then we sing as one.

The song’s over in a flash.

“Phew…”

“Hehe, so? How’d it feel singing in front of someone for the first time?”

“…Pretty refreshing, actually.”

“Right? Everyone ends up feeling that way.”

First time’s got my heart racing from nerves, but it’s like the stress drained out—like after a workout.

Big groups’d be too much, but with Umi, it might be okay.

“Alright, let’s keep the momentum—next song’s… uh—”

“U-Umi, hey.”

“Hm?”

“For the next one… can I sing solo? It’s a song I really like.”

“Hehe, totally fine! I’ll sit front-row and soak it in, then.”

Her sitting all proper to listen makes it harder, but I just said I’d do it solo—gotta roll with the momentum.

Pushed by Umi’s kindness, I belt it out alone into the mic for the first time.

Score wasn’t great, but it was still kinda fun.

When we leave the karaoke place, the sky’s pitch black.

It’s 7 p.m. now. Christmas lights decked out on the street trees light the darkened city, guiding passersby.

With colorful, dazzling lights brightening the sidewalk, Umi and I pick up our pace toward the station platform.

“Ha~ We sang a ton. Just the two of us—and we even extended an hour. My throat and body are toast.”

“Same. I wanna get home and crash in warm blankets…”

“Ditto.”

Two hours felt short, so we tacked on more, but we overdid it. Pumped to keep going, we each did a solo song, then one together—then exhaustion hit like a truck.

That extra hour felt way longer than it was.

Umi called Sora-san ahead to okay the late return, but in exchange—

“I’d be happy if you walked Umi home.”

Sora-san said that when I took the phone.

Can’t say no to her, so I’ve gotta push a bit more.

“Y’know, Maki, your singing was pretty good for how much you worried. Your voice came through clear, no cracking on the high notes—kinda anticlimactic how solid it was.”

“That’s… thanks to you, Umi.”

Three hours total with the extension—breaks here and there, but Umi kept cheering me on while I held the mic. She listened and praised me even for songs she didn’t know, and sang along when she did.

My throat’s a bit hoarse and weird now, but my mood’s super light.

“Singing in front of someone was a first… Thanks to you, it’s not a bad memory. Thanks, Umi.”

“Mm, you’re welcome. So, next time class does something like this, you’re set. Lead off for us!”

“No, that’s impossible.”

“C’mon, you can do it!”

“No, no, no—not now, not ever.”

Today worked because it was just Umi. Add Amami-san or Nita-san? No way I could do it like today—I don’t even wanna try.

For the future, Umi taught me some safe, crowd-pleasing songs, and we sang a few together too.

“But, uh…”

“Hm~?”

“Well… singing in front of a bunch of people’s still a huge hurdle for me. I don’t have enough experience yet, y’know?”

“Yeah. And?”

“So… I was thinking maybe we could go again sometime?”

“…Just the two of us?”

“…Yeah.”

I need more practice to sing in front of others normally, so Umi’d have to tag along again.

Not just because today was a blast and I want a repeat. Probably.

“Hehe, guess we’ve gotta go again when we’ve got time. Oh, dates are just us, but karaoke? Yuu’s coming too.”

“Amami-san, huh… I’ll deal, but what’s her singing level like?”

“Yuu loves singing to death—fits her vibe.”

“Ahh, got it.”

That alone tells me everything.

She’s got crazy talent for stuff she loves—her singing’s probably angelic.

“Tone-deaf but loves it” doesn’t exist for Amami-san.

“So, when’s our next go? Exams are next week, so that’s out… Winter break? You’re just gonna game and read manga at home anyway, right?”

“Yeah. Never have plans every year. What about you, Umi? New Year’s cool? No hometown trips?”

“Dad’s working, so we’re home for New Year’s usually. This year’s extra busy, so we’re definitely staying put. Other times, we might visit family, though.”

Amami-san’s family’s similar—no overseas trips every year, apparently.

We’ll settle karaoke details later after checking Amami-san’s schedule. For now, Umi and I hop on the escalator to the station concourse.

The weather’s turned a bit sour at night—gusts blow now and then. Slack off, and I might stumble.

“Ugh, cold…”

“Umi, over here.”

“Thanks.”

I stand right beside her, blocking the wind.

We’re about the same height—maybe Umi’s a tad taller—so it might not do much, but it’s better than nothing.

“Maki, can I stick closer?”

“…Sure.”

At that, Umi latches onto my arm tight.

“Your hand cold?”

“Kinda… pocket?”

“Yeah.”

Our hands, linked since leaving the shop, slip into my coat pocket together.

The gusts should feel freezing, but touching Umi, holding her like this, I barely notice the cold.

“Hey, Maki.”

“Hm?”

“Being like this… it reminds you, doesn’t it? Of that time.”

“That time… you mean that?”

“Yeah… that.”

We’re both vague, but it’s when Umi first confessed (kinda?) to me.

Her words from back then still echo deep in my ears.

—It’s not just ‘like.’ It’s ‘love.’

…Even now, thinking back makes my cheeks burn.

Too shy to look at each other, we walk with eyes averted—then Umi mutters under her breath.

“…So, uh…”

“Yeah?”

“Maki, what do you think of me?”

“…What do I think? That’s…”

The answer’s already set solid in my head.

I, Maehara Maki, like Asanagi Umi.

As a friend—and as something more.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t let her hear my singing or actively reach for her hand like this.

“Should I say it now?”

“Hm~ I won’t force you, but… I kinda wanna hear it from you. Is that bad?”

“It’s… not bad.”

She’s unfair—when Umi says it like that, I can’t say no.

“Then, go for it. Whisper it just to me if you don’t want others hearing.”

(…Like this?)

Umi presses even closer, urging me on.

It’s obvious I like her, so of course I’ll do it.

“Then, after the escalator, somewhere less crowded… It’s kinda embarrassing here.”

“We’ve been all clingy this long, but sure, that works.”

We reach the top and head to the station entrance, ducking into a quieter, shadowy spot.

“Here good?”

“Yeah. But… hehe, Maki, dragging a girl into a dark corner like this—oh my.”

“C-C’mon, I had to! It’s too embarrassing otherwise!”

“Hehe, it’s fine, really. So, go ahead—quickly, please.”

“Ugh… Okay, here goes.”

“Mm-hm.”

I lean toward Umi’s ear.

“Ngh… Maki, your breath’s tickling me.”

“S-Sorry…”

“It’s… fine, though.”

We both know this already—why am I so nervous just saying it?

(Okay, I’m saying it.)

Umi nods slightly.

I meant to say it somewhere fancier, but this off-schedule vibe feels like us.

(Umi, I—uh…)

(Yeah… what?)

My heart pounds like a drum as I open my mouth to tell her straight—then—

—Maehara-san!

A woman’s voice calls my name from a little ways off, startling me into silence.

“…Maki, what’s wrong?”

“I thought someone just called me…”

Stepping back from Umi, I look toward the voice—a figure waving at us.

“A woman with glasses… Maki, you know her?”

“No, not at all… I think.”

She looks older than us, maybe a young adult. The only face I know like that is our homeroom teacher, Yagisawa-sensei.

A stranger… or so I’d say, but her face feels familiar somehow—

The answer hits me fast.

“—Sorry, Minato. Took a bit longer.”

A man steps out from the station entrance, calling her name.

Instantly, the mystery woman’s face lights up like a flower blooming.

“Oh, guess it’s just a name coincidence… For a sec, I worried you had some other close older girl—wait, Maki, what’s up?”

“…That’s my dad and his subordinate.”

“…Huh?”

The casual clothes and Minato-san’s glasses threw me off, but it clicks now.

But why’s Minato-san, in casual wear, with my dad, also in casual clothes?

A bad feeling hits me, and I duck instinctively. The dim spot we’re in keeps us hidden from Dad and Minato-san so far.

“Huh, so that’s your divorced dad… and his subordinate lady. Dad aside, how do you know her?”

“We met. Yesterday, before dinner, I ran into Dad at the restroom. She was introduced then, briefly.”

“Oh, that’s why you were spacing out at yakiniku.”

Showing Umi Minato-san’s business card still in my wallet, she nods, getting it.

“…Sorry for not saying anything.”

“Well, Yuu was there—can’t blame you. …But this is kinda an awkward spot to stumble into.”

“…Yeah.”

If they were in suits like yesterday, with Minato-san calling him “Director,” I might’ve said hi and introduced Umi.

But now? Not a chance.

Staying low to avoid notice, Umi and I watch the two chatting animatedly from a distance.

Even without suits, they might’ve had papers or a tablet for work—but they’re empty-handed.

And now, Minato-san’s arm loops around Dad’s.

For some reason, my chest feels queasy.

“…They look super close, huh?”

“Yeah… I mean, it’s fine, I guess.”

We can only see Minato-san’s face from here, but lit by the street’s glitzy lights, she looks thrilled.

Probably because she’s with Dad. Unlike her serious vibe yesterday, she’s smiling softly now.

It’s almost like—

“Umi, let’s get on the train before they spot us.”

“Maki… you sure?”

“Yeah. Popping out now’d just bother them. Plus, our time’s not over yet.”

Feels like I saw something I shouldn’t, but there’s no rule saying Dad and Minato-san can’t hang out privately.

It’s been almost a year since Dad and Mom divorced.

A capable, youthful-looking guy like Dad getting someone new quick? Not surprising.

It’s complicated as his kid, but since the divorce is final, what Dad and Minato-san do doesn’t involve me anymore.

…Right, it doesn’t.

“! Maki, sorry real quick—”

“Huh? Mmph…”

Just as I convince myself, Umi pulls me into a sudden hug.

My face ends up squished right between her soft chest.

“U-Umi…?”

“Shh, don’t move… They’re turning back this way.”

“What…”

Lost in thought, I missed their movement. A sidelong glance shows them heading back—maybe they took the wrong exit.

Umi’s tight hold means even if they see, they won’t peg me. New clothes, styled hair—I’m just some random high school couple now.

“Maki, it might be hard to breathe, but bear with it a sec.”

I nod faintly in Umi’s embrace without a sound.

Normally, my face in my crush’s chest would be a dream, but those two kill any joy right now.

Please just pass by without noticing—that’s all I hope as I lean into Umi.

“Maki, hide your face.”

The cozy-looking pair walks past us.

“Oh, Maehara-san, over there…”

“Hm? Oh, high school couple, huh? Pretty cute and fresh.”

“True… but, uh, maybe a little shameless…”

They must’ve spotted us hugging sneakily in the shadows—now we’re their chit-chat topic.

“Whose fault is this…? And adults shouldn’t make kids their gossip fodder.”

Tightening her grip, Umi mutters a jab at them.

She didn’t plan on hugging me like this either—she’s gotta be annoyed too.

“…Sorry, Umi.”

“Why’re you apologizing? You didn’t do anything—those two are totally—”

“No, Dad and Minato-san aren’t wrong either. Just… bad timing.”

If I hadn’t run into Dad at the restroom yesterday.

If we hadn’t extended karaoke and gone home on schedule.

This is just rotten luck, that’s all.

No one’s at fault. Shouldn’t be.

“…Let’s head home, Umi. Sora-san will worry if we’re too late.”

“If you say so… But you’re really okay? Seeing your dad like that—no shock?”

“It’s complicated, sure… but I’m glad he seems okay. I was kinda worried he might be lonely alone.”

“Really? Still, if anything’s up, talk to me, okay? I can’t fix it… probably, but I’ll listen.”

“Got it. I’ll take you up on that.”

Once they’re fully out of sight, Umi and I hop on the train and rush home.

From goofing off before leaving to my karaoke first, we stacked up new memories—but that last bit left a sour note.

After that, as promised to Sora-san, I drop Umi off at the Asanagi house, politely decline Sora-san’s dinner invite, and finally head back home.

“Exhausted… Bath… tomorrow morning’s fine.”

The Dad run-in drained me—my eyelids feel like lead.

I’m sweaty and gross, but crashing now’s the move.

“Huh? Lights are on… and cigarette smoke?”

Unlocking the door, I step in—Mom’s home, judging by the living room lights and TV noise.

Inside, Mom greets me, sipping coffee and puffing a cigarette.

“Welcome back, Maki… Oh, sorry, again.”

“I don’t mind—smoke whenever. …You tired, Mom?”

“Hm~ Year-end rush is tough as always, but… it’s more other stuff, I guess.”

She’s usually peppy even after late work, but this month, she’s off. Rarely smoking at home’s one thing, but the bags under her eyes look darker.

“So, how was today? Date with Umi-chan go well?”

“Yeah… Movie, karaoke… We got along pretty good, I think.”

“Nice. Keep that up for Christmas, then. Oh, since it’s Christmas Eve, make sure to use a cond—”

“Finish that, and I’m tossing you off the balcony—cool?”

Her meddling’s as loud as ever, so she’ll bounce back if I let it slide.

Till then, I’ll just support her as family.

“—Oh, right, Maki. Sorry when you’re beat, but… next Friday night—you got plans?”

“That’s the first day of finals. Nothing big—studying, maybe.”

We’ve got a study group planned before, but Friday, then Monday and Tuesday next week, are test days—no Umi plans.

“Right, exams… You’ve said that, but that person wouldn’t budge—says it’s the only day they can do.”

“‘That person’…”

Nothing but bad vibes.

There’s only one person Mom calls that in front of me.

“Sorry, Maki, but they want next Friday as a visitation day… Your dad.”

“…I see.”

I figured it was coming soon, but this timing? Really?