Chapter 3

 

Himeno Route 1

“Let’s go to school together today.”

“I’ve already arrived at school because I got called to the chairman’s office.”

I send a “sorry” sticker and close the messaging app. Returning to the home screen, I check the time—exactly 6:30 a.m. It’s the start of the week, and I’ve been summoned at six in the morning, yet there’s still no sign of the chairman.

I know why I was called. A week and a few days have passed since enrollment, and starting today, Monday, Sakuramiya Academy’s unique assignments begin, so they probably wanted to tell me to stay sharp.

It’s a hassle, sure, but since the chairman is the one taking care of my living arrangements, I can’t exactly refuse. Even if I’ve been kept waiting for over thirty minutes, I can’t complain, so I reluctantly lean against the door of the chairman’s office and keep waiting.

A notification pings, and a message from Himeno arrives: “Then I’ll head over early too! Let’s chat if we have time!” I reply with “If we have time” and leave it at that.

My relationships with everyone haven’t changed even after a week. That’s because everyone’s busy, and they’re all keeping each other in check to avoid anyone getting ahead, so we haven’t had much chance to meet. For now, it seems there’s still some leeway before things ignite, so I’m patiently waiting for them to realize I’m not the protagonist they think I am.

“You there.”

A voice calls out, and I look up from my smartphone to see a striking beauty with a strong presence.

Her skin is radiant, her pink lips glossy. Her hair is tied up, her eyes cool and composed, and her dignified aura gives the impression of a beautiful archery club captain. But since she’s wearing a kimono, maybe flower arrangement suits her better.

She feels vaguely familiar. Maybe a mob character from the game? Or perhaps someone I glimpsed during the past week.

“I’m talking to you.”

“Oh, yes. What’s up?”

She seems like a senpai, so I ask politely, only to get a scoff in return.

“What a lazy response. Are you even awake?”

Her provocative words, paired with her bold, haughty appearance, make me want to tease her back.

“I’m awake. So, why’d you call out to me?”

“I have business in that room, and you’re in the way. Move it.”

Her mouth’s sharp… yeah. Since the chairman isn’t here and I can’t get in anyway, I decide to mess with her.

“No can do. I’m in charge of guarding this room.”

“As if a student would be tasked with that. Are you mocking me?”

“What? You didn’t know? It’s pretty well-known. You could ask your friends… oh, uh, sorry, that was tactless of me.”

“…What are you implying? That I don’t have friends?”

“I mean, it’d be rude to say it outright, so…”

“Tch! You infuriating brat! Move it, now! I’m still willing to let this slide!”

“Maybe it’s that kind of attitude that’s why you don’t have friends…”

“Hey!? Can I seriously punch you!?”

The kimono-clad senpai is furious, but she looks almost too perfect when she’s mad. Even someone like me, who’s not particularly sadistic, can’t help but find her adorable.

That said, pushing further would be too much of a drag. Maybe because she doesn’t have many friends, she seems to enjoy this casual banter, but I decide to apologize sincerely.

“Sorry, I got carried away. I’ll move right now, so please forgive me.”

“What? Suddenly so honest? Hmph. Does this mean you’re abandoning your ‘duty’ because you’re scared of me?”

That attitude makes me think she might actually want me to keep teasing her.

“Honest? Duty? I was lying about being told to guard the room. You seriously believed me?”

“I-I knew that! Obviously!”

“Phew, glad you get it.”

“Don’t make that ‘it was a tough job’ face! If you’ve got no business here, then move already!”

“Why should I?”

“You’re really looking down on me, aren’t you?”

“Just kidding. Here you go.”

I step aside from the door, and she clicks her tongue at me.

“You should’ve done that from the start. Honestly, I’m being generous by not making you grovel, but you’re such an unbelievable brat… hyan!”

Annoyed, I poke her side as she reaches for the doorknob, defenseless, and she lets out a high-pitched squeak.

“What are you doing!?”

“I was annoyed.”

“Huh!? That’s my line… hii!?”

I poke her again, and she squeaks once more.

“Aren’t you going to go in?”

Wary of another poke, she glares at me with a flushed face.

“…You’d better remember this.”

On high alert, she cautiously reaches for the doorknob. The chairman isn’t here, and the door is locked, so naturally, it doesn’t open.

“The chairman hasn’t arrived, so it’s locked.”

“…I see. You knew that from the start and still put me through all this nonsense. Don’t worry, I was going easy on you because you’re a kid, but I’ll make sure you regret this.”

“Please don’t start trouble on campus.”

As I speak, I notice the chairman standing nearby. She steps between us and unlocks the door.

“Sorry, Minato Riku. I got tied up with work this morning and was late. Come in and have a seat.”

Entering the room, the chairman gestures for me to sit. I take a seat on the sofa, and the senpai who follows sits on the opposite one.

“Himeka. I don’t know why you’re here, but I’m about to have a discussion with Minato Riku. I won’t kick you out, but at least don’t sit on the same side as me. It looks bad.”

“Huh? Are you telling me to sit next to this guy?”

“I’d rather you didn’t, but I can’t exactly make you stand, so I’ll allow that much.”

So, the senpai’s name is Himeka, and she seems close to the chairman. Judging by her brazen attitude, are they friends or something? She called me a brat earlier, so maybe Himeka-san is an adult close to the chairman? …No, she looks too young for that. She’s probably a relative of the chairman affiliated with the academy.

“Ugh. Why do I have to sit next to this guy? This is the worst.”

“Are you embarrassed? That’s cute.”

“H-Hahaha!? As if I’d be embarrassed by a kid like you, even if you’re a guy!”

Despite her words, Himeka-san sits closer to the edge of the sofa, keeping distance from me. I can’t believe an adult would react like a teenage boy in the height of puberty. The sweet scent wafting from her feels like fresh peaches, exuding a girlish charm.

“Minato Riku. Have you been informed about the special assignment starting today?”

The chairman sits on the sofa and addresses me calmly.

“Yes. It’s the assignment we’ll work on with the Aristocrat Class students, right?”

“Correct. This assignment heavily impacts your grades, so take it seriously. I’ll also use this as a chance to judge whether bringing you here was worthwhile.”

“I’ll do my absolute best… but is it okay for Himeka-san to hear this?”

“Yes. Himeka and I go way back, and I know her character. She’s a pain, but she wouldn’t blab about this, and it’s not like her hearing it changes anything.”

“I see. By the way, may I ask what your relationship is?”

“I graduated top of our class, and Saori, the chairman here, was second. That’s our relationship, I suppose.”

“So, you’re academy classmates? Haha, you’re joking, right? There’s no way Himeka-san is the same age as the chairman.”

“I had a feeling, but you’ve been thinking I’m a student or something, haven’t you? Could you stop underestimating me?”

“Minato Riku, that’s rude to me as well.”

“…Sorry.”

Their genuine anger makes it clear that Himeka-san is indeed an adult. But looking at her again, she still seems like nothing more than a beautiful archery club captain. If she’s the same age as the chairman, she should be in her early thirties at most.

“Well, that’s how it is. Minato Riku, I just wanted to drive the point home… oh, sorry, I’ve got a call.”

The chairman stands as a ringtone sounds and answers the phone at the desk. From the conversation, it sounds like work-related matters.

Since it seems my discussion is over, I start to stand to leave, but Himeka-san briefly looks lonely, so I feel a bit sorry for her and decide to make small talk.

“Himeka-san, what brought you here?”

When I ask, her demeanor shifts suddenly. It’s a mature, complex aura, as if she’s carrying a heavy burden, and I can’t help but catch my breath. But it vanishes in an instant, and she returns to her usual abrasive self.

“I came to make sure you students are properly suffering through this assignment.”

“And if it’s not tough enough?”

“I’ll make sure it gets changed. Be grateful.”

Her haughty tone, like she’s telling me to lick her boots, makes me think she’s begging to be teased again, so I poke her side.

“Guess I’ll have to make sure that doesn’t happen. Take that!”

“Hyan! Stop it! I’m kidding! I wouldn’t go that far! And who gets defeated just from a poke in the side!?”

“You seem like you might.”

“Who’re you saying might!? Hey, hii!”

As we’re making a racket, the chairman, with a vein bulging, snaps.

“Quiet down. Take it outside.”

Scolded in a serious tone, both Himeka-san and I leave the chairman’s office, only to run into Himeno waiting outside.

“Oh, Riku! …And Mother?”

Himeno’s wide-eyed words catch my attention.

Mother? …Oh.

A memory from the game clicks. I thought she seemed familiar, and now I know why. She’s Yukishiro Himeka, Himeno’s mother, who appears in Himeno’s route.

“Mother, why are you here?”

Himeno asks, and I glance at Himeka-san. Her expression has turned so icy it’s hard to believe she was just messing around moments ago, exuding a prickly aura that could cut if touched.

“It’s none of your concern. This has nothing to do with you, Himeno.”

“You’re right. My apologies, Mother.”

Himeka-san gives Himeno a fleeting glance before returning to the chairman’s office. I faintly hear, “I told you to get out,” and, “It’s awkward! Just let me stay!” from inside, so I figure it’s best to leave and call out to Himeno.

“Uh, let’s head to class for now. You came here because… oh, right, you mentioned it in your message.”

“Yes. I was waiting for you to come out of the chairman’s office, but I never expected to run into Mother.”

As we walk, Himeno peers at me curiously.

“What were you and Mother doing?”

I was relentlessly teasing your mom and poking her side—no way I can say that, so I brush it off.

“…Nothing much. So, is that how it is between you and your mom?”

“It is. That’s why…”

Himeno’s face softens with genuine joy, her smile warm and adorable like a dandelion.

“I’m really looking forward to the special assignment starting today.”

Himeno Route 2

The teacher projects a chart onto a scroll-like screen.

“This is the assignment starting after school today, along with the student pairings.”

The class buzzes as they look at the chart listing names.

The assignment starting today involves working as a servant for an Aristocrat Class student. Naturally, everyone’s eager to know which Ojou-sama or young master they’ve been paired with.

“Check the posted chart and head to the designated location after school. If you have any questions about this, I’ll take them now. Any questions?”

A boy in the front raises his hand.

“Teacher, why is there such variation in the number of Servant Class students assigned to each Aristocrat Class student—sometimes one, sometimes four?”

As the classmate points out, the distribution is uneven, making the chart look lopsided.

“I’ll explain. These pairings were made considering each student’s abilities to minimize disparities in strength.”

“Disparities in strength…?”

“Yes. Even for the first assignment, its success or failure will affect your grades. For Aristocrat Class students, grades don’t just impact reputation—they can influence stock prices, as they’re seen as capable heirs. Thus, the Servant Class students’ quality is adjusted to balance the strength.”

The word “quality” darkens some students’ expressions. Being assigned to a larger group essentially means being deemed less capable.

This school’s setup is insane. What’s with its sense of ethics?

“Even if you’re in a larger group, there’s no need to feel discouraged. It only means your abilities are lacking for this assignment. Different assignments will yield different evaluations.”

Some students breathe a sigh of relief, but the teacher adds a caveat.

“However, it’s a fact that you’re currently lacking. Don’t slack on your efforts.”

The teacher asks, “Any other questions?” but no one raises a hand this time.

“Then, we’re done here.”

The bell rings as the teacher says this, and they leave the classroom.

The special assignment is finally starting. I need to focus, since failing to perform well could ruin my life.

Who I’m working with is crucial, so I look at the chart… or rather, I already know who I’m paired with.

“Riku, what’s this about you and Himeno being in a two-person team?”

Yui approaches, radiating a dark aura.

“It’s just luck, right? Nothing I can do.”

“What, like it’s fate?”

Her cold fingers trace along my carotid artery.

That simple touch carries such dark menace that I feel like I might foam at the mouth and tremble.

“You’re pale, Riku. Sorry, was that scary?”

Yui pulls my seated self into a hug. The soft, warm sensation, her gentle floral sweetness, envelops me. It’s an indescribable comfort, making me want to cry and pour out all my hardships.

“It’s okay now. There, there, Riku. You did great.”

She gently strokes my head, and I feel a babyish urge to say, Yui-mama! But then I remember she’s the one who scared me, so I quickly slip out of her arms.

“What was that?”

“A strategy to get chosen by Riku.”

“What’s the plan?”

“Scare Riku to make you emotionally unstable, then comfort you so you’d feel intense joy in being pampered.”

That’s a terrifying idea.

“So, if I keep scaring Riku and then pampering you, making you feel the joy of being spoiled, eventually you might start feeling joy even from being scared, right?”

That’s a terrifying idea.

“And once we’re both dependent on each other, we’ll be happily stuck in a deep, messy swamp.”

That’s a terrifying idea.

Her silver hair and blue eyes give off a gyaru vibe, yet her love is so intense it’s almost blinding.

“But, like, it’s kinda embarrassing, you know? Hugging and doing all this lovey-dovey stuff.”

Yui laughs with a gyaru-like “ahaha” while blushing, but I have a feeling her embarrassment isn’t really about that.

“Anyway, Riku.”

I suppress the urge to retort about brushing off such a deranged topic and ask, “What’s up?” Yui flashes that spine-chilling smile from before.

“Even if you’re alone with Himeno, you better not let her win you over and start dating or anything, got it?”

“Are you trying to scare me again?”

“No, this is for real.”

“I-I see.”

“You’ll keep that promise, right? Because if you don’t, I don’t know what I might do.”

Her words make me tremble, thinking she’s still got some rationality left, but deep down, I’m confident it’ll be fine.

The special assignment lasts one week. If I can get through that, Himeno will surely realize I’m not the protagonist she thinks I am.

＊＊＊

“What!? Why are you my partner!?”

“I don’t know, ask the school.”

“Tch, acting so insolent despite being a commoner.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t raised with fancy manners.”

“Grrr! This guy—!”

“Hey, don’t be like that. Let’s get along. It’ll make the assignment go smoother, right?”

“Who said anything about getting along!?”

That was the conversation with Himeno in the game, held inside a car arranged by the academy on the way to the assignment location.

Of course, that’s just how it went in the game.

“Riku ♡”

“What?”

“Ehehe, nothing!”

Our current exchange isn’t just this endless loop. In the backseat, Himeno’s been leaning against my shoulder, constantly tracing the word “chuki” on my thigh with her finger. If ink were poured on it, I bet it’d turn into a “chuki” tattoo.

“We have arrived. Please consult the shop owner regarding the assignment.”

The car stops, and the driver opens the backseat door. Himeno and I thank him and step out.

In front of us is an old-fashioned café. Its glass exterior, like a Parisian bakery, lets you peek inside.

The wooden floor, lamplight fixtures, and tables and chairs have a calm, European furniture vibe. There’s no counter typical of a café—it feels more like a cake shop specializing in dine-in. No customers are inside, and the place is filled with a lonely, twilight atmosphere.

I remember this shop. It’s the café where the special assignment takes place in the game.

“This feels nostalgic, doesn’t it, chuki—oops, I mean, Riku.”

Himeno seems to remember it too. Since both of us recall it, it’s not a memory mix-up. It feels like we’re steadily following the story’s script.

“Let’s go in, Riku. Oh, I mean, chuki—no, Riku.”

“Yeah, sure.”

As Himeno and I enter, a man emerges from the back of the shop.

He looks to be in his late thirties or early forties. His stylish uniform and calm demeanor give off the vibe of a dignified coffee shop master, but that image crumbles when his eyes crinkle with a “hehe” smile.

“Welcome, Ojou-sama.”

At this point, Himeno in the game would’ve said:

“Hmph, what a pathetic-looking commoner. Fine, whatever. What’s this school assignment about?”

But now, she smiles brightly and says, “Thank you for the warm welcome.”

The master’s eyes widen at her response.

“Did I say something odd?”

“N-No, it’s just… I was told by the school that you were quite a haughty person.”

“Hehe. It’s true I can be proud, but I’m not so rude as to lack manners.”

“My apologies for the assumption.”

“Please, don’t worry. We’ll be in your care from now on. There’s no need for you to bow when I’m the one who should be grateful.”

I watch this exchange with a cold stare.

What’s this about not lacking manners? Himeno was totally that kind of person, wasn’t she? And at this point, she definitely wouldn’t have been the type to bow her head.

But I suppose this is the Himeno who’s completed her route and grown. She probably genuinely believes that, so I shouldn’t dwell on it.

“Could you tell us about the assignment right away?”

“Y-Yes, please take a seat.”

We sit at the table as directed, and the master begins explaining the school’s assignment.

“The assignment from the school is for you to work part-time at this shop for one week.”

Hearing this, Himeno in the game would’ve reacted:

“What!? You’re telling me to do the same work as a commoner!?”

But, of course, the current Himeno is different.

“Thank you for explaining. We’ll be in your care for the week. I look forward to working with you.”

“Tch, this year’s Ojou-sama is a real gem…”

I decide to ignore their exchange, as usual, and focus on thinking about the first assignment’s part-time job.

The gist of this episode in the game goes like this:

The academy’s assignment is for students to work part-time to learn about the common world as future leaders. Grades are determined based on contributions to the shop.

Riku and Himeno, chosen as a pair, work at this café, but things don’t go well at first. Raised as an Ojou-sama, Himeno struggles with tasks like washing dishes, cleaning, and customer service.

Himeno grows frustrated with her inability to perform well. As the heir to the Yukishiro family, she’s been treated coldly by her mother for lacking the skills to be a worthy successor. She’s been striving to earn her mother’s approval and love by excelling at Sakuramiya Academy, where her mother graduated top of her class.

But despite her efforts, Himeno’s failures pile up, and her frustration explodes, leading her to shout, “Don’t make me do commoner work!”

It’s a disastrous outcome, and the Riku-Himeno pair is announced as dead last in the midterm results.

After the results, Himeno resolves to change and works hard to become a competent employee. But it’s too late—doing the same tasks as others won’t change their ranking.

Hearing why she was trying so hard from a tearful Himeno, Riku decides to help her. Together, they create a dessert that becomes a hit, making the shop popular.

They hold a fair to showcase the dessert, where Himeno redeems her past mistakes with stellar work. The handmade dessert even earns praise from Himeno’s mother, who visits, leading the fair to success.

Their efforts are recognized, and they ultimately take first place.

That was the story in the game, but this time, things unfolded differently.

“Since we’ll be working here as part-timers, is it alright if we call you Master?”

“O-Of course.”

“Very well, Master. If I may be so bold, I have a proposal.”

“A proposal?”

“Yes. I don’t intend to just work here and call it a day.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to make this shop a popular destination.”

Himeno begins explaining in detail.

“This café has an interior that would appeal to women, but it lacks a signature dessert, doesn’t it?”

“Y-Yes. Our specialty is coffee with a focus on roasting.”

“Indeed. I can smell the wonderful aroma even now. It’s undoubtedly excellent coffee. However, it’s a shame to limit that roasting expertise to just coffee.”

“T-That might be true.”

“Wouldn’t it be great to have a dessert that utilizes your roasting skills?”

“…You’re right. Something like that could attract more female customers.”

“How about a cassata, a dessert made with roasted nuts? It’s served cold, so it would pair well with coffee.”

“That’s… yes. I can make cassata, and I’m confident in choosing a coffee to complement it, but… we’d need to spread the word…”

“Of course, I’ve thought of that. Picture this: the daughter of the prestigious Yukishiro family handing out flyers in the streets. It’s a perfect headline, and the media will eat it up for its novelty. That’ll ensure the shop’s cassata gets featured in articles.”

“Ha, Haha… incredible. My shop might actually become popular.”

“What do you think?”

“Y-Yes! Please, let’s do it! I’ll get started right away…”

With that, the master hurries to the back to begin preparations.

Watching the entire exchange, I can’t help but think:

Having the heroine steal my ideas and take all the credit? This game sucks. Seriously, this game sucks. Oh wait, it’s reality.

“Hey, Riku?”

“What, Himeno?”

“Now that we’ve got our plan, let’s work hard together while being all lovey-dovey!”

Lovey-dovey aside, I can feel Himeno’s enthusiasm. It’s probably because of what happened this morning.

“You want your mom to praise you, huh?”

At that, Himeno nods with genuine joy.

Common Route 5

“Let’s close up shop for today! I’ll go over the basics of the tasks!”

With the master’s instructions, the first day ends.

Outside the shop, I stare blankly at Venus shining in the sky.

It’s 6:25 p.m. I didn’t notice earlier because Himeno was clinging to me, but now that she’s gone home with her personal ride, I’m alone, feeling the chill of an April night.

The part-time shift ends at 6:30 p.m., and a ride from the school is supposed to pick me up then. Until that arrives, all I can do is stand around and wait.

Phew, I’m exhausted.

Sighing, I reflect on the day.

From meeting Himeka-san in the morning to witnessing Himeno’s OP moment during the special assignment’s part-time job.

The events diverged from the game, but my goals remain the same.

I need to take first place in this assignment, as the chairman instructed, and make Himeno realize I’m not the protagonist she loves.

To do that, I need to avoid doing anything unnecessary or trying too hard.

As I reaffirm my resolve, a car pulls up in front of me. The driver steps out and opens the backseat door.

“Thank you.”

I bow and get into the car, reaching to fasten my seatbelt by sliding the tongue into the buckle.

At that moment, a sharp gyuiii sound—like a wire being reeled in—rings out, and the belt tightens abruptly.

Huh!? What’s this!?

I try to free myself from the discomfort, but I’m firmly pinned to the seat, unable to move. Naturally, I can’t pull the tongue out either.

“W-Wait, what!?”

Ignoring my shocked voice, the driver starts the car as if nothing’s wrong.

I take a deep breath to calm myself.

Am I being kidnapped? No, I can’t think of a reason why I’d be kidnapped, or anyone who’d—wait, I totally can. I can think of three people who might do this for reasons I don’t understand.

As if to confirm my suspicions, the car stops nearby, and a girl gets in.

Refreshing blue hair in a short cut. A chest that strains her uniform shirt. Sensual, shapely legs extending from her skirt. And above all, a cute face that makes you think no one embodies “youth” better than her.

My kidnapper is Wakana.

“Good evening, Riku-kun.”

“…What’s going on here?”

“A little surprise for later, maybe?”

Her teasing, devilish tone makes me picture a frustration gauge filling up.

“Alright, Akane-san, to the usual place!”

“Understood.”

The female driver’s voice is familiar from Wakana’s route. She’s Akane-san, a woman who serves Wakana.

I see—so the driver didn’t speak earlier to hide that this wasn’t the school’s ride.

This is no time to be impressed.

Fear creeps in belatedly.

What’s she planning to do with me? It’s not, like, confinement or something, right?

“Haha, Riku-kun, don’t look so scared. I’m just making a preemptive move so Himeno doesn’t steal you away while you’re alone with her for the assignment.”

“What exactly are you planning?”

“Just a little prank, maybe?”

“A prank?”

“Yup. Like this.”

Wakana’s index finger touches my lips. She traces them slowly, sensually.

Her touch is so provocative that my heart starts pounding loudly.

This is bad. Even if she’s trouble, Wakana’s a beautiful girl—a stunning heroine-level beauty from the game. I don’t want to, but I can’t help feeling weird.

As if mocking me, Wakana flashes a devilish smile.

“You’re so cute, Riku-kun.”

Frustration wells up, and my irritation gauge climbs higher.

“Ahaha, you’re getting mad~”

She says this while stroking my lips with her index finger again. Then, she brings that same finger to her own glossy, cherry-pink lips.

“We just shared a kiss, didn’t we?”

Her teasing, provocative tone sends shivers through me, and I feel frustrated again.

“Where should we kiss next, hmm~?”

Wakana traces circles around my lips with her finger before slowly sliding it downward—along my neck, chest, and navel. The sensation, light as a bird’s feather, sends waves of pleasure through me, making my breathing uneven.

“Hmm, where should I pick?”

Wakana, grinning and clearly enjoying herself, continues to tease me with faint, tantalizing touches—not just my chest and stomach but even around my hips. My body heats up, and sweat starts to bead when the car suddenly stops. Looking out the window, I see we’re in some kind of garage.

“Thanks, Akane-san. I’ll call you with this switch in about two hours, so please wait outside.”

“Understood.”

Akane-san bows to Wakana, who’s waving a small button-like remote, and exits not just the car but the entire garage.

“Now we’re all alone, huh?”

Her whisper in my ear makes me shudder.

“Are you, like, at your limit already?”

As she murmurs, she rubs my thigh in slow, circular motions with her palm.

She’s right—I’m nearing all sorts of limits.

The constant faint pleasure has fogged my mind, and all I can focus on is Wakana.

But a sliver of rationality notices that the seatbelt has loosened.

It’s probably the type that only tightens when powered. With the car’s engine off, I should be able to unbuckle it now.

Thinking this, I reach for the tongue, and it comes free easily.

“Huh? Oh!”

Wakana’s eyes widen, and she instinctively raises both hands to keep the remote out of reach, but I stretch further and snatch it from her.

Phew, that was close. There’s only one switch. I’ll press it to call the driver back and get sent to the academy.

I press the switch.

A sharp gyuiii sounds as the wire reels. Looking over, I see Wakana’s seatbelt has tightened around her.

“Riku-kun, you wouldn’t do anything mean, right?”

Despite her words, Wakana’s eyes glisten with anticipation, her expression brimming with pent-up excitement.

Before me is her defenseless, curvaceous body.

My heart is consumed by a sadistic urge, born from all the frustration she’s built up.

She said she’d call with the switch, but she planned for me to press it from the start. She deliberately let herself get restrained by the seatbelt. All that teasing was to lead to this.

Even realizing this, I can’t resist Wakana’s allure and feel the urge to reach out.

But I lower my hand.

I’m not the protagonist she’s supposed to fall for, so there’s no way I should do something like that.

“Haa, Wakana. You can get me sent back to the academy, right?”

I let out a big sigh, and Wakana pouts.

“Meanie. I wanted to win you over and get all messed up… but being teased like this is nice too.”

“So, your answer?”

“Of course. But on one condition: during this time when you’re with Himeno so much, don’t let her win you over. You’re my Riku-kun, after all.”

“I won’t let her win me over.”

“And don’t win her over either.”

As if she’d fall for me, I think, sighing internally at Wakana’s needless worry, but I nod.

Himeno Route 3

Day two of the assignment. The part-time job has officially begun.

The café is busier than yesterday, and Himeno is working diligently.

In the common route, Himeno was a total mess, but now…

“What would you like to order? Understood. Master, one blend, please!”

She handles orders efficiently.

“Your total is 520 yen. Thank you very much!”

She flashes a charming smile.

“This Saturday, we’re adding a new dessert, cassata, to the menu! It’s delicious, so please stop by if you can!”

She even promotes with finesse.

…It feels like I’m witnessing some egregious cheating. It’s not actually cheating since it’s the result of her genuine effort and growth, but still.

After working for a while, when the customers clear out, the master approaches us, beaming.

“Great work! Getting paid by the academy and having such wonderful part-timers? I’m one lucky guy!”

“Wonderful? I’m just doing what’s expected.”

Yeah, it’s expected, but I can’t help wanting to say, You don’t get to say that.

“It’s not just expected! You’re both doing amazing work. How about some coffee for a break? I’ll brew it now!”

“That sounds lovely. I’ll take one. Riku?”

“Uh, sure, can I have one too?”

The master says, “Of course! Wait in the back,” and heads to the kitchen.

Himeno and I nod, go to the back, and pull chairs from under a simple table to sit.

“We’re working pretty well, aren’t we?”

She starts the conversation, so I match her vibe.

“Yeah, I’d say it’s going smoothly.”

“Hehe, compared to the old me, it’s almost unbelievable.”

“Seriously.”

“Isn’t saying ‘seriously’ a bit harsh?”

“Oh, sorry. But you’ve really gotten good at treating people politely.”

“I suppose. But it’s not like I worked hard at it. This assignment made me realize I have a lot of shortcomings, and that everyone has things they can’t do but also things they can. That respect naturally led to this.”

She speaks plainly, without pretense, and it feels like she means it. In the game, Himeno’s harsh personality at this point made her unpopular, but now she seems to get along with classmates and others.

“Plus, I think I’m able to work so well because I’m motivated to earn Mother’s praise again.”

Her eyes shine with determination.

I feel her intense passion and briefly wonder why she’s so desperate for praise, but I quickly nod, understanding.

In the game, no matter how hard Himeno tried or what results she achieved, her mother, the current head of the Yukishiro family, dismissed her coldly, saying she lacked talent and should give up. Himeno believed her mother’s coldness stemmed from her not being worthy as the Yukishiro heir, so she threw herself into the academy’s assignments to prove herself, earn praise, and be loved.

That’s what drives Himeno, but in the story, she only received praise in one scene during this special assignment. So it’s natural she’d want to be praised again.

“Riku, if I do well, do you think I’ll get praised again?”

“You’re working hard, so I’m sure you will.”

“Hehe, you’re so kind, Riku. Chuki.”

She smiles like a budding flower blooming.

“I like you, Riku. I love you. I can’t stop loving you.”

Each “like” carries deep emotion, making my heart waver.

My gaze is caught by her beautiful eyes.

As we lock eyes, a fresh, sweet melon-like air flows between us, and my heartbeat quickens.

“Hehe, I thought of so many ways to win you over, but none of them are coming to mind.”

Her shy smile exudes a soft, spring-like charm, and I feel that’s the most effective way to win someone over.

“Hey, Riku, pat my head?”

I touch the head she tilts forward. Her glossy black hair slips through my fingers, and I move my hand, wanting to touch more. Himeno squirms happily, as if tickled. A wave of affection for her gesture washes over me.

I start to feel sweet, floaty, and lightheaded.

I’d probably agree to anything she says right now, I think, when—

“Here’s the coffee for you two… wait, what? S-Sorry!”

The master, interrupting at the worst moment, apologizes under Himeno’s glare.

Even after the break, Himeno’s work ethic doesn’t falter.

She takes orders diligently, clears tables, and washes dishes carefully in the kitchen.

I can’t help but think again—her performance is impressive.

Considering how she started, even though her effort was evident in the game, she must have put in tremendous work behind the scenes to get this good.

It’s probably not just the part-time job.

In the game, Himeno faced and overcame various challenges, eventually becoming the head of the Yukishiro family. She’s likely grown in many areas, not just this job.

“The flyers are done!”

The master emerges from the back, carrying a stack of flyers.

“They’re ready already?”

I ask, and he nods.

“Yup! It’s 5:30 p.m. now—perfect timing for the evening commute!”

“So we should go hand out flyers now. Just me and Himeno, right?”

“Exactly! I can handle the shop alone, so off you go!”

He hands us a map pointing to the station’s entrance, and we stuff the flyers into shoulder bags before leaving the shop.

“The master works fast, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah, he’s surprisingly capable when he puts his mind to it.”

“Hehe, true. Since it’s not our first time, I feel like we can trust him with a lot.”

“You were all, ‘Can we really trust him with the cassata?’ weren’t you?”

“Meanie.”

Himeno’s pouting face, puffed up like a balloon, glows red in the sunset.

“Oh, this is the place, right?”

We arrive at the flyer distribution spot—a plaza under the large staircase leading from the station, where people are streaming down after work.

“Yup. Shall we start?”

Together, Himeno and I call out and hand out flyers.

Some people stop to take them, but most pass by without a glance. The cold attitudes start to wear on me, but I can’t quit, so I keep offering flyers.

The sun sets, and the sky shifts from crimson to blue. A glance at my watch shows it’s past 6:00 p.m.

Time to wrap up.

I turn to Himeno to suggest heading back.

“This weekend, we’re holding a fair for our new dessert! It’s stylish and delicious, so please stop by!”

With the same energy and captivating smile as when we started, Himeno continues handing out flyers.

A cold breeze lifts her hair. My body trembles—not from the cold, I think.

This feeling is something only I can experience.

The Himeno who only knew how to be overbearing, who was clumsy at cleaning or washing dishes, who lashed out instead of admitting her faults—she doesn’t exist in this world anymore.

A strange frustration wells up, and a switch flips with a click.

Why am I the only one who knows about this effort? Is there no one I can share this excitement with? Can’t I make someone share it… No, that’s dangerous.

I take a deep breath. The cold air fills my lungs, calming me.

That was close—I almost let my competitive streak take over.

If I act recklessly and fail to perform well in this assignment, it’ll be a disaster.

“Riku, it’s about time, right?”

Himeno’s voice pulls me back to reality.

“Yeah, let’s head back.”

As I say this, something wraps around my leg.

“Onii-chan, give me some origami too!”

Looking down, a small girl is clinging to my leg.

“I-I’m so sorry!”

A woman, likely her mother, hurries over and bows.

“No, no, she’s adorable. It’s actually kind of healing.”

“Onii-chan! Origami!”

“W-Wait! That’s not origami!”

“Huh? It’s not?”

The girl tilts her head cutely, and Himeno kneels to meet her eyes.

“This is a treasure map. See the picture of the yummy dessert? That’s the treasure.”

“Wow, it’s true! It looks so yummy! Right, Mama?”

The mother smiles warmly.

“It does. Chii-chan, you’ve been working hard at piano. Shall we go together next time?”

“Yay!”

“Could we have a flyer?”

“Of course,” I say, handing one over.

“Onee-chan, Onii-chan, see you again!”

As I wave back at the cheerful little girl, I glance at Himeno’s expression. Perhaps seeing herself in the child, her face is brimming with a hopeful smile.

“Riku, shall we head back?”

“Yeah. I hope you get praised like last time for this assignment.”

“Yes!”

We return to the shop together, finish our tasks, and the second day of the assignment comes to a close.

Himeno Route 4

Breathing in the sharp, cold winter air, I exhale a white puff in its place.

Himeno, standing before the grave, slowly kneels and gently clasps her hands.

“Mother, everything is complete, so I’ve come to pay my respects.”

In a voice as soft as snow melting on the ground, Himeno continues.

“I’ve become the head of the Yukishiro family. You were the 14th, so I am the 15th, aren’t I?”

Light snow begins to flutter down. Unfazed, Himeno goes on.

“I read your diary just a few days ago, Mother. I’d like to read it here as well.”

Himeno takes out the diary and begins reading from the start.

“December 2, Snow. Himeno was born. My beloved, precious child, born through the pain of labor. I was able to give birth safely because you were cheering me on from the heavens, weren’t you? From now on, I’ll protect her, so you can rest easy.”

“March 14. Himeno, now over two, is a lively, mischievous child. Always giggling, she’s so adorable. My work with the Yukishiro family keeps our time together short, but every time we meet, she calls me ‘Mama, Mama,’ filling me with happiness. I hope she grows up strong and healthy like this.”

“July 25. For my birthday, Himeno made me a gift out of origami. It instantly became my treasure. She’s such a kind child, but that makes me worry. Can she withstand the pressures of being the Yukishiro heir in the future?”

“April 15. The results of Himeno’s elementary school entrance exam came in. She ranked 35th out of 40 successful candidates. It’s not bad since she passed, but I, my father, and my grandmother all passed at the top of our classes. It might be too harsh to have her inherit the Yukishiro family business. No, regardless of her ability, it’s cruel. I don’t want my precious child to endure the grind of dealing with the cunning monsters of politics and business, wearing down her body and soul.”

“September 9. The Yukishiro family’s policy of training her as the heir has begun. I wanted to praise and hug my child, who’s trying so hard despite the pain. But as long as Himeno says she’ll ‘succeed Mother,’ I can’t. To make her give up, I have to withhold praise and dampen her motivation. If I, the head, acknowledge her as a worthy successor, those around her will treat her as such and push her toward that role. I have no choice but to harden my heart and be cold.”

Himeno continues reading the diary.

Her graduation at the top of her elementary school class, her award at a piano competition, and countless other praiseworthy achievements—all met with regret and remorse for not being able to praise her, the words vanishing into the winter sky. And the strong sentiment of ‘No matter what, I love Himeno and want to protect her’ echoes through.

“July 7. Since entering the academy, Himeno has changed. She’s becoming worthy of being the heir. Her growth fills me with unstoppable joy, but at the same time, overwhelming anxiety.”

Having read to the end, Himeno closes the diary.

“Mother, you loved me, didn’t you?”

Himeno exhales a long, white breath and smiles gently.

“I’m sorry for wasting your kindness in hoping I wouldn’t become the head of the Yukishiro family. I’ve become the head. And I did so without realizing your intentions, thinking that becoming the head would earn your approval from the heavens.”

But, she continues.

“Thanks to that, I overcame countless hardships and trials, becoming a daughter worthy of the Yukishiro name. And I have a wonderful lover who supports me.”

Himeno’s cheeks tremble.

“So, Mom… now, f-f-finally, you can rest easy…”

Her trembling voice chokes, and then, like a dam breaking, her tearful voice and sobs spill out.

“Mom! Mom! Himeno has become someone splendid! I’ve become splendid!”

Himeno’s cries, as if refusing to be swallowed by the powdery snow, echo through the cemetery.

…And then I woke up.

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I look around.

My dorm room. The clock is ticking steadily.

I had a dream. A dream of a scene from Himeno’s route.

I stop the alarm clock, slowly stand, and pour water from a plastic bottle into a glass.

After drinking it down and sighing, I recall Himeno’s face from yesterday.

The expression of anticipation as she watched the warm parent-child moment.

“I hope it goes well.”

I mutter softly to myself.

＊＊＊

“Thank you very much!”

With a friendly smile, Himeno sees off the last customer of the day. As always, she’s been an exemplary part-timer.

I found myself watching her closely today. It’s probably because of the dream I had this morning.

Himeno’s mother, Himeka-san, passes away in an unexpected accident around the end of the first semester. As a result, Himeno and Himeka-san part ways with their misunderstandings unresolved.

In Himeno’s route, she finds the diary and learns of her mother’s love, but only after her mother’s death. Their rift is never truly mended.

But things are different now. Himeno’s mother is alive. Himeno knows her mother loves her. She’s become splendid enough to be acknowledged. If things go well, it’s not impossible for them to have a warm relationship like the parent and child from yesterday. That thought keeps nagging at me, making me care more than I should.

“Himeno-chan, Riku-kun, the midterm results for the assignment have arrived.”

After finishing the shift and retreating to the back, the master hands us two envelopes. Three days of the week-long assignment have passed, and the midterm results are out. Curious, I open the envelope and pull out the paper inside.

“First place.”

“Oh, that’s fantastic! Well, of course! Your usual part-time work is stellar, and you even came up with improvements for the shop! Yup, I’m as happy as if it were my own achievement!”

The school doesn’t just rely on undercover inspections to evaluate students; the shop’s manager also provides detailed reports. The master’s glowing praise likely contributed to our top rank.

My restraint over these three days paid off, and the midterm ranking is solid. I feel relieved that I just need to stay low-key for the second half, though I’m slightly concerned that the results differ from the game.

“So, about this weekend—you two okay with talking?”

We nod, and the master continues.

“As we discussed, you’ll work from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. on Saturday and Sunday. We’re holding the cassata fair, so it’ll probably get busy. I’ve heard from lots of people saying, ‘I saw the flyers, I’m looking forward to it.’”

His smile and tone make it clear it’s going to be hectic.

“About the cassata we’ll serve—people will probably ask what kind of dessert it is. Since you two proposed it, I’m sure you know, but I’d like you to try our version beforehand. It’s before dinner, but is that okay?”

We nod, and the master hurries to the kitchen, returning with two plates and forks.

“Go ahead and try it. The flavor changes as it melts, so eat it right away.”

Prompted, I look at the cassata. The pure white base, made from chilled ricotta cheese and cream, is studded with nuts and colorful fruits, like a snowman decorated with lights or ornaments.

When I cut into it, it’s slightly firm, fresh from the fridge. But as the fork sinks in, I can tell the texture will be smooth.

I slice a piece, bring it to my mouth, and find it just as expected—smooth, cold, and sweet, melting instantly. The fruits are tangy and sweet, but the roasted nuts’ rich aroma is the real star.

I knew this would make the shop popular, but tasting it myself makes the reason clear.

“How is it?”

The master looks at me with eager, childlike eyes, and though I’m tempted to be contrarian, I answer honestly.

“It’s really delicious.”

“Great, great! Himeno-chan?”

“It’s delicious!!”

“Awesome! Now I’m confident we can serve it!”

“It’s truly delicious! And, um, Master?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

The master, bouncing with joy, pauses as Himeno bows to him.

“I have a request.”

In the kitchen, Himeno is frantically whisking cream in a bowl. She’s been practicing making cassata nonstop since the shift ended, and fatigue is etched on her face.

“Seeing a young person work so hard brings tears to my eyes.”

I bow slightly to the master, who’s nodding approvingly.

“Thank you for teaching Himeno how to make cassata.”

“No problem, no problem! We overstocked ingredients in our rush, so we’ve got plenty!”

And, he adds.

“Wanting to make it for her mom? That’s a tearjerker. I’d be a failure as an adult if I didn’t support her.”

His kind words make me bow again naturally.

Himeno made two requests to the master: to teach her how to make cassata and to serve her handmade cassata to her mother when she visits.

The reason for her request is to recreate the one scene where Himeka-san praises her. In that scene, Himeka-san commends Himeno’s handmade cassata and her stellar work as a server, so Himeno asked the master to help her serve her own cassata.

“When will Himeno-chan’s mom visit? Saturday? Sunday?”

“I asked earlier, but she said she doesn’t know.”

“Got it. Well, even if she came now, it’d be fine. Himeno-chan’s picking it up so fast, it’s like she’s made it before. Plus…”

“Plus?”

“It’s like she’s got a knack for it, or maybe it’s the experience she’s built up. When I teach her, I can tell she knows how to approach things to make them work.”

“So, she’ll be able to serve something delicious?”

“Yup, I’m confident we can recommend it.”

“That’s great. It’s a relief to know it’ll satisfy the head of the Yukishiro family, who’s accustomed to fine dining.”

“Huh? Oh, r-right. If we serve something even tastier here, we could become a Yukishiro family favorite… or rather, we can’t serve anything subpar… H-Himeno-chaaan! The cream needs—!”

The master, suddenly panicking, dives into coaching Himeno.

I could’ve gone home, but I felt reluctant to leave Himeno working so hard. So, I stayed, watching her focus on dessert-making until she finished.

A few hours later, Himeno’s practice ends, and she starts cleaning up. I call the school to arrange a ride. Hearing they’ll come pick us up, I hang up and call out to the master.

“Can we use the back table as customers until the ride arrives?”

“Of course! Coffee okay?”

I bow and say, “Please,” then sit at the back table. Himeno, having finished preparing to leave, joins me.

“Enjoy your time~”

The master brings the coffee and retreats to the back, leaving the shop still except for the steam rising from our cups. Himeno, sitting across from me, sips quietly. I’d expect her to come at me with ‘chuki chuki,’ but she must be exhausted from practicing nonstop.

“Good work, Himeno.”

“Thanks, Riku. But for Mother’s praise, this is nothing.”

She looks like she’s pushing herself, so I ask.

“You don’t have to focus so much on making cassata, do you? You’ve grown a lot already. You could get praised for other things, right?”

Himeno slowly shakes her head.

“No. This is the only place I can get praised.”

With a gentle smile tinged with heart-wrenching pain, she continues.

“Mother doesn’t want me to become the head.”

Recalling the diary, I understand.

“Right. Your mom’s been cold to keep you from becoming the heir.”

“Yes. The more I act like someone worthy of leading the Yukishiro family, the more Mother pushes me away, fearing I’ll be seen as the heir. The more she praises me, the more she worries others will prop me up as the successor. As the diary said, she wants to praise me but forces herself to be cold, hurting herself in the process. It’s complicated.”

“What if you declared you won’t be the heir? Your mom’s coldness and refusal to acknowledge you are to keep you from that role. If you gave up your claim, wouldn’t she purely celebrate your growth?”

Himeno shakes her head again.

“I can’t do that. I want to be the 15th head. No matter what Mother thinks, I want to succeed her. Because I’m her only daughter.”

Her eyes shine with unwavering resolve, showing her determination.

Then, the only way to address this is to resolve their rift. Himeka-san, who doesn’t want Himeno to be the heir, and Himeno, who wants to be, are on parallel paths that need to be reconciled.

Finding a compromise, a middle ground—that’s probably all I can do. No, wait, to solve this…

I stop myself, shaking my head internally.

No way. What good would I do by getting involved? It’s obvious I’d just mess it up like with the volleyball and date fiasco.

“So, that’s why I’m putting everything into this assignment. It’s the only place I can get Mother’s praise.”

Himeno smiles without a hint of dissatisfaction. I know the answer, but I can’t help asking.

“Are you really okay with that?”

“Yes. Also, right after my memories returned, I called Mother. I told her to absolutely stay indoors on the day of the unexpected accident. She said she understood.”

“So your mom won’t pass away. That’s great.”

I’d been worried about that too, so I feel genuine relief.

“Exactly. As long as Mother is alive, I’m happy. That’s enough for me.”

That can’t be enough. But I absolutely can’t act recklessly here and ruin the game protagonist’s plan, costing her the one chance to be praised. Sticking strictly to the event’s script is the right move.

“Got it. I hope you get praised this time, at least.”

“Yes!”

Himeno’s radiant smile is dazzling as she lifts her cup to drink.

Common Route 6

Preparing for the weekend fair, Himeno has been practicing cassata-making early every morning, staying late after the assignment to learn more, and even now, during lunch break, she’s diligently practicing in the cooking room. I thought about helping with cleanup, but the others weren’t about to miss the chance with Himeno absent.

“Riku, here’s a cassata I made. I’m naturally domestic and great at cooking, so it’s packed with five or six times the love. Try it!”

“Riku-kun, here! A cassata from a famous patissier! Eat it, eat it!”

On the rooftop during lunch break, knowing Himeno’s practicing her handmade cassata, the two of them hand me versions clearly superior to hers. Tasting them, I nearly cry from how delicious they are.

Man, they’re ruthless. Absolutely brutal…

“Was it good, Riku? I bet Himeno’s handmade cassata, made with all her effort, will be even tastier!”

“Yeah, it’s gotta be tastier than the skills a famous patissier honed over years!”

“Himeno’s not making it for me to eat, you know…”

“Huh, really? Then why’s she working so hard?”

“She wants her mom to try it.”

At that, they both go, “Oh.”

“Yeah, I remember something like that.”

“Yup, I recall her being super excited about it.”

“Exactly. That’s why Himeno’s working so hard now.”

My own words spark a question. Himeno’s tackling the assignment with the same intensity as before, but what about these two?

“How are you two doing with the assignment, Wakana, Yui?”

“Riku, did you say something?”

“Uh, I was just wondering how you two are doing with the assignment.”

“Riku-kun, look! There’s a euphonium over there!”

“That’s the music room, so it makes sense they’d have one.”

“Riku, the lucky item mentioned in today’s horoscope is for stuff unrelated to the assignment, okay?”

“What even counts as an ‘item’?”

“That’s different from the horoscope I saw. The one I checked this morning said the lucky person is someone excels in both academics and athletics, brilliant, unmatched, creator of heaven and earth, the Kisaragi Wakana-chan of the Kamakura Shogunate, I think?”

“Your memory’s way too fuzzy for that.”

“Good thing you don’t believe in that horoscope, Riku. The moment you did, I was about to read your palm and diagnose you with no lifeline.”

[T/N: In palm reading, the lifeline is the line that curves around the base of the thumb, often associated with vitality and life energy.]

“Well, that’s a relief. But yeah, you really don’t want to talk about it, huh…”

For this assignment, Yui and Wakana are paired together. They’re probably at each other’s throats.

“It’s not like I don’t want to talk about it, exactly.”

“Yeah, well, our midterm result was second place, so we’re taking the assignment seriously. It’s just…”

“Just that remembering how I have to pretend to get along with Wakana makes me feel sick.”

“Ugh, thinking about it makes me wanna puke. Riku-kun, when did you get me pregnant?”

“I didn’t. You’re just grossed out thinking about pretending to get along with Yui, right?”

“No, I was just normally thinking about stuff like that.”

“Then what’s that about? Where in this conversation was there any hint of that? Your brain’s way too pink. Even at the bookstore for the assignment, you were saying weird stuff like wanting to make a section for those kinds of books.”

“I was just proposing something based on proven sales success. All entertainment in this world ends with SNS as the final boss. I think that’s better than Yui’s idea of putting a retweet button on books to sell them.”

The tension’s getting intense, and I’m hit with a wave of exhaustion.

“Let’s just drop this.”

“Yeah, okay. Anyway, our stuff doesn’t matter. You’re doing great, right, Riku?”

“Yeah, uh, we got first place in the midterm results, so I’d say it’s going fine.”

“As expected of Riku!”

“You’re amazing, Riku-kun!”

Praised like that, I let out a dry laugh, “Haha.”

I haven’t done anything. Literally nothing.

I’m just quietly going through the motions of the assignment, making sure not to get in Himeno’s way.

The reason we’re getting results is thanks to Himeno’s efforts and the plan the game version of me came up with.

Doing nothing leads to success. Being praised only reinforces that this is the right approach.

If I keep coasting on the game version of me’s legacy, graduating at the top will probably be easy.

I should just keep this up.

But the more I think that, the guiltier I feel toward the two in front of me and Himeno.

They’re directing their sparkling eyes and words like “as expected” and “amazing” at a completely different person.

“Hm? Riku, something wrong?”

“Oh, no, it’s nothing.”

As I brush it off, my smartphone rings, and I answer.

“Minato Riku, it’s me.”

“Chairman?”

“Yes. I have some time now. Can you come to the chairman’s office right away?”

“Yes, understood.”

I agree, and the call ends immediately.

“Riku, who was that?”

“The chairman. She told me to come to her office now.”

At that, the two of them start whining like kids, “Nooo, nooo, nooo~!”

“Take a seat, Minato Riku.”

I sit on the black leather sofa as usual, waiting for the chairman’s words.

“I called you today to check on how you’re handling the assignment.”

“Don’t you already know, Chairman?”

“Yes. I’ve paid a considerable price to bring you here, so I make it a point to keep tabs on your every move.”

“Then you’d know, right? All I can say is that Himeno came up with a new menu for the café and is planning a fair this weekend to make it thrive.”

“Indeed. Your performance stands out compared to other students. Himeka’s daughter is also showing remarkable progress, far beyond what was expected. The midterm results reflect that—you’re in first place, and you’re doing well.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m not here to praise you. I called you to confirm what you’re doing.”

“What I’m doing? I’m not really doing anything.”

“No need for modesty. The idea for the cassata was yours, wasn’t it?”

“Uh, well…”

I nod, then correct myself. No, that’s wrong.

It was the game version of me’s idea, not mine.

“As I thought. I’m glad I brought you to this academy. It’s an excellent strategy for turning the shop around.”

It’s not just about turning the shop around, though.

There’s actually another intention behind choosing cassata. If it was just about turning the shop around, another dessert would’ve sufficed—or even something other than a dessert entirely.

Still, the reason the game’s protagonist, Minato Riku, chose cassata was because he heard Himeno’s desire to be loved by her mother.

Perhaps sensing something from my expression as I thought this, the chairman smiled.

“There’s more to it, isn’t there? That’s fine, Minato Riku. Making such contributions is your purpose here. Keep striving.”

…My reason for being here, huh? Does someone like me, no longer the game’s protagonist, even have a purpose?

“Something wrong?”

“Oh, no. Of course, I’ll keep working hard.”

I nod, the meeting ends, and I leave the chairman’s office.

Himeno Route 5

Saturday, the day of the fair. I check the clock—it’s almost 10 a.m. Time to open soon.

“Riku.”

I turn at the voice and see Himeno holding a plate.

Fatigue lingers on her face. She came to the shop early again today and has been practicing nonstop, so it’s no surprise it’s showing.

“I made a cassata. Could you try it?”

I nod, sit at a nearby table, and taste the cassata she sets before me.

“How is it?”

“…Delicious.”

I mean it—it’s genuinely delicious. It looks great too, like something you’d find at a luxury hotel.

“Really? I’m glad. Do you think Mother will like it?”

“Yeah, I’m sure she will.”

At that, Himeno smiles with pure joy.

“Did your mom say she’s coming?”

“I asked her to come, but I’m not sure.”

“Got it. Then we’ll just have to hope she shows up.”

“Right…”

We laugh as we talk.

“Haha, we had a conversation like this, didn’t we?”

“She ends up coming, though.”

“More accurately, you made her come, Riku.”

As Himeno says, in the game, Minato Riku’s plan ensures Himeka-san visits the shop.

As we’re talking, the master calls out.

“Riku-kun, Himeno-chan, we’re opening soon~”

I stand, holding the empty plate.

“Alright, let’s work hard.”

“Yes, let’s do our best.”

And so, Saturday’s shift begins.

“Delicious!?”

“Cold and sweeeet~”

“The coffee’s great too!”

“I didn’t know there was such a nice place~”

“It looks perfect for getting likes!”

“I can’t resist this need for validation!”

The shop is filled with cheerful voices. Since 11 a.m., there hasn’t been an empty seat, and even now at 3 p.m., the crowd hasn’t let up—it’s still packed. Two days of flyer distribution brought this many people, likely thanks to some media outlet picking up the story of the Yukishiro daughter handing out flyers.

“Thank you very much!”

Himeno sees off customers with a flawless smile. Her sleep has been short, and her fatigue from making desserts was evident this morning. But now, she’s not showing it at all. Anyone would agree she’s the picture of a perfect employee.

So whenever Himeka-san comes, Himeno will be able to show her best self. If she comes, that is.

From Himeka-san’s perspective, being asked to see Himeno’s part-time work and actually showing up would be like announcing she cares about her daughter. Since she’s been cold to Himeno to make others think she’s indifferent, there’s no way she’d take such a step.

That’s why, unable to check on her daughter directly, Himeka-san resorts to other means to keep tabs on Himeno.

“Himeno-chan, Riku-kun, one of you take a break… I can only give you about ten minutes, though.”

At around 4 p.m., as the crowd thins and things calm down, the exhausted master calls out.

I whisper to Himeno nearby.

“I took a break earlier, so you should take one now, Himeno.”

“Alright, I’ll do that. Can I leave things to you, Riku?”

“Yeah, they’re already here, so I’ll handle it.”

Himeno smiles, says, “Thanks,” and heads to the back.

Alright, time to follow the game’s scenario.

I glance at the backpack under the table, then approach a male customer in a suit.

“Sir, may I take your order?”

“A blend coffee and cassata set. Also, you.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Can I get the cassata to go?”

“I’m terribly sorry, but it’s only available for dine-in.”

“I brought an insulated container. Still no go?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so. The cassata’s flavor changes as it melts, and takeout could compromise the shop’s quality, so we can’t allow it.”

“No way at all? I’d pay double, or whatever it takes.”

Despite my polite refusal, the man persists, so I lower my voice.

“I’m sorry, but I have something to ask you, sir.”

“Hm? What’s that?”

“You’ve been awfully concerned about the angle of that backpack, haven’t you?”

Seeing his expression harden, I’m certain. This guy was sent by Himeno’s mother to record her.

“Don’t make accusations.”

“Accusations? All I said was you seemed concerned about the backpack’s angle. Is there something you’re hiding?”

“No.”

“Then, mind if I check? You wouldn’t be doing something like secretly filming, would you?”

I say to the man, who’s grinding his teeth.

“Kisaragi Wakana—she and I are close. You know what happens if this becomes a police matter, right?”

He must know the Kisaragi name. Hearing they rival the Yukishiro family, his face pales.

“Get out now, and I’ll let it slide.”

Using the exact same line from the game to threaten him, the man hurriedly flees the shop.

The commotion stirs the customers, but I successfully drive him off. I feel a bit sorry for the guy, but it’s necessary for Himeno to be praised directly by Himeka-san.

Still, the game version of me is incredible. This entire sequence was orchestrated by him.

Why did Himeno want her mother to try her handmade cassata? Because the game’s me devised a plan to ensure Himeka-san saw Himeno’s splendid performance in person.

If Himeka-san cared about Himeno, she might send a spy. To get Himeno praised directly by Himeka-san, we needed to spot and chase off the spy secretly filming in a crowded shop. Identifying the spy was tricky, so we had Himeno make cassata, using whether they brought an insulated container for the cold, melt-sensitive dessert as a criterion.

The result: success. Now Himeka-san has three options: give up, send a more trusted person, or come herself. She’ll choose to send someone more trusted, unaware that the game’s protagonist already has Himeno’s side covered.

“Riku, I got a message from my aunt! She’s going to trick Mother into coming after closing!”

A while after the man fled, Himeno, back from her break, reports this to me.

“The protagonist is really something…”

Smiling oddly, I mutter to myself.

This plan hinged on the assumption that Himeka-san cared enough to act on Himeno’s request, and it’s just one of many plans the game’s me devised. Yet, he calmly judged it feasible and executed it, leaving me in awe.

＊＊＊

Late at night, when streetlights flicker, I’m standing on the sidewalk when a black car pulls up. I open the door and slide into the backseat, only to be glared at by a stunning beauty trapped by a locked seatbelt—Himeka-san, as youthful as ever, despite it being utterly unnecessary.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

She snaps at me with a high-handed tone, her face radiating peak displeasure.

“Sorry, the dessert’s not ready yet, so please drive a bit longer.”

I say this to buy time. The new dessert being made after closing will take a little longer, so I got into the car away from the shop.

“I’m asking what this is about. Are those ears of yours just for decoration?”

The car starts moving, and she questions me again, her voice laced with irritation.

Her insults, plus my pent-up frustration over her refusing to acknowledge or praise Himeno despite her efforts, push me to poke her side with my index finger.

“Hyan!”

After letting out a high-pitched squeak, she glares at me with a flushed face. She looks ready to lash out, but this custom car’s seatbelt won’t release until the engine stops, so I’m not scared. Though, I am terrified that every rich person seems to casually own one of these.

“Tch… I’ll make you regret disrespecting the head of the Yukishiro family for lifetimes to come… hyan!”

Annoyed, I poke her again.

Perhaps unable to stand her frustrated, growling noises, a voice calls from the driver’s seat.

“That’s enough teasing my sister, kid.”

“Asumi! You too! What’s the meaning of this!?”

“Thanks, Asumi-san.”

I thank the driver. This is Yukishiro Asumi, Himeno’s aunt. A brilliant woman on par with Himeka-san, she’s a trusted younger sister to her. At Himeno’s request, she’s the one who tricked Himeka-san into this car.

“Don’t mention it, kid. The moment Himeka asked me to check on Himeno, I decided to do this.”

“What? Asumi, are you seriously taking me to Himeno?”

“Calling me out in secret just to tell me to check on your daughter? Stop screwing around. Go see your own kid yourself.”

“Tch…!”

Himeka-san’s frustrated glare shifts between the driver’s seat and me.

“What are you doing in this car!?”

“The shop’s closed, so I came to pick you up.”

“No thanks! Hyan! I’ll kill you for real! Hyan!”

Every time she says something cheeky, I poke her, and she lets out a wordless, “Kuuu~!!”

Her youthful appearance made it easy to mess with her, but I snap back to reality, remembering her age and status, and stop.

Realizing I’m done, Himeka-san speaks again.

“…What are you two planning by making me meet Himeno?”

“Ask the kid.”

Asumi-san passes the buck, so I answer.

“I thought you should see how splendid Himeno has become.”

Himeka-san turns her cold gaze to the window.

“I figured as much. I know she’s working hard to earn my approval.”

“Then why not acknowledge her?”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’ll never acknowledge her. And I’m not explaining why.”

Her icy expression and voice, paired with her aloof attitude, tick me off. Since she won’t talk, I wiggle my fingers threateningly.

“I-I said I’m not explaining!!”

Flushing red, Himeka-san shouts, then continues.

“That girl’s still a child! Sure, she got decent midterm results, but as a Yukishiro heir, she’s far from ready! Even without personal feelings, I can’t acknowledge her!”

A child, huh? Well, yeah. To her, Himeno’s a fragile kid who needs protecting to survive.

This is probably the root of their rift. Before completing her route, Himeka-san’s view of Himeno wasn’t wrong, but it’s different now.

The current Himeno has grown. If Himeka-san could see that, their misunderstanding could surely be resolved.

But it’s not my place to say that, and I don’t want to mess things up by acting rashly, so I keep it neutral.

“Well, I just want you to try the dessert Himeno worked hard to make. I think she’ll prove her growth on her own.”

“Then don’t get your hopes up. I’ll eat it, as you said. But that’s it.”

Himeka-san’s cold words usher in a stretch of silence. After a while, the car stops in the café’s parking lot.

I get out first and open Himeka-san’s door. After waiting for her to step out, she snaps sharply.

“Hurry up and release me.”

“Huh? The engine’s off, so you can take it off already.”

Himeka-san tugs at the seatbelt, and it comes free easily. She glares at me slowly, her face red.

“Humiliating me like this… I’ll never, ever forgive you…”

“Alright, I’ll go open the entrance. And don’t take your attitude out on Himeno, okay?”

“Obviously! Stop underestimating me!”

With her voice at my back, I enter through the back door and ask the master to open the front entrance.

“Welcome.”

I usher Himeka-san inside.

Each step seems to freeze the flowers beneath her feet. Her face is devoid of joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure—just cold. Her eyes, like she’s looking at trash, lack any interest. The overwhelming pressure makes me shrink. Gone is the earlier Himeka-san; this is the head of the Yukishiro family, truly befitting the title of Ice Empress.

In the game, her presence is nerve-wracking but leads to success. For me now, seeing her exactly as in the game is a relief—my actions haven’t changed anything.

“Guide me to a table already. Calling me here and making me wait? That’s not just a lack of tact, is it?”

She’s already in assessment mode. It’s annoying, but she’s right, and it doesn’t seem tied to earlier, so I silently lead her to a table.

“I’ll bring the menu shortly, please wait a moment.”

“No need. A blend coffee and cassata set, that’s fine, right?”

She’s done her research. I bow, say, “Understood,” and head to the kitchen.

“R-Riku-kun, she’s finally here…”

I address the nervous master.

“Sorry for making you open after closing.”

“N-No, it’s fine, totally fine.”

“Thanks. Sorry, but we got an order for a blend and cassata…”

“G-Got it, leave it to me.”

As the master starts brewing coffee, I turn to Himeno.

“Is the cassata ready?”

“Yes. I’m confident it turned out delicious.”

Himeno says this while slicing the cassata fresh from the fridge.

“Good. You okay with serving too?”

“Of course, though I’m a bit nervous.”

Despite her words, she wears a soft smile, showing no sign of tension.

“Looks like you’ll be fine.”

“Hehe, well, it’s my second time. Hiding my excitement is harder.”

“Himeno-chaaan! It’s ready!”

At the master’s call, Himeno places the cup and cassata plate on a tray and carries it out.

“Alright, Riku, I’m off.”

“Yeah, I’ll watch from behind.”

She smiles, says, “Thanks,” and heads to the dining area. I follow a moment later, observing from a distance.

“Thank you for waiting. Here’s your blend coffee and cassata set.”

With a charming smile that puts people at ease, Himeno gracefully places the plate and cup on the table.

Glancing at Himeka-san, I notice her eyes widen slightly. But she quickly returns to her cold, indifferent gaze.

This reaction makes the game’s Riku certain of success, and I feel the same.

“Did you make this dessert, Himeno?”

“Yes.”

“I see.”

With that, she pierces the cassata with her fork and brings it to her mouth.

“…”

After swallowing, Himeka-san pauses, as if lost in thought. Then she continues eating.

Himeno hides her anticipation as best she can, maintaining her splendid demeanor, eagerly awaiting praise. Her posture fills me with warmth, and I think, This is great.

Himeka-san finishes her tea in silence before finally speaking.

“I’m leaving. Bring the bill.”

…What?

Her icy response, so different from the game, hits me with a jolt, leaving me too shaken to think.

“M-Mother, how was the taste?”

“It wasn’t bad. But that’s all. That’s all.”

Himeka-san says coldly, addressing “Himeno.”

“I heard what you wanted. You wanted to show me how splendid you’ve become, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I only saw a glimpse, but your behavior as a server is indeed far more refined than the old Himeno could manage. The cassata, too, was impressively delicious for something you started making just days ago.”

Himeno starts to beam, but Himeka-san cuts her off with a “But.”

“But that’s it. So what if you can play the part of a server well? So what if you can make a decent dessert? If you think being good at serving and dessert-making makes you worthy of being the heir, that’s laughable. The seat of the Yukishiro head isn’t that easy.”

She continues in a harsh, freezing tone.

“You can’t make me see you as splendid. You lack the power to earn my acknowledgment. Stop piling up pointless efforts and give up on the Yukishiro family. Find another path.”

Himeka-san turns her gaze away from a stunned Himeno, leaves the payment, and walks out of the shop.

I’m dumbfounded by what just happened but snap back to reality.

The events diverged from the game? Did the game protagonist’s solution fail? That can’t be… everything followed the game, didn’t it?

For a while, I can’t process the situation, but as time passes, I come to terms with the failure.