Chapter 4 | The Cool Idol’s Hidden Weakness

 

“Wake up, Kazuto. It’s morning already.”

A gentle shake on my shoulder tugs at my consciousness, pulling me slowly from the depths of sleep. I’m so sleepy—overwhelmingly so. The heavy drowsiness saps any strength I might have had to even crack open my eyes.

“Nngh…” I grumble, voicing my discontent as I roll onto my side.

I just want to sleep more… I was up until dawn again, lost in that online game. I haven’t slept a wink.

“If you won’t wake up… I’ll just sleep with you.”

“…Nngh…”

The voice reaches me, but my foggy brain can’t parse its meaning. Whatever, just let me sleep… With that thought, I mumble a half-hearted reply.

There’s a rustle nearby. Something large presses against my chest, warm and soft. A faint whiff of our home’s shampoo tickles my nose. It feels… nice, somehow. I could slip into a pleasant sleep like this.

“Y-you can… hold me… like a body pillow… if you want, okay?”

“…Nngh.”

That sounds tempting. Urged by the soothing, beautiful voice, I wrap my arms tightly around the warm presence near my chest. It’s soft, comforting…

“—Hau!”

A strange yelp cuts through the haze. Maybe it’s the overpowering sleepiness, but I can’t muster the energy to open my eyes and check. It’s like I’m floating in a dreamy fog.

“…?”

My right hand brushes against something silky, the source of that shampoo scent. It’s pleasant to touch, like hair, and I mindlessly stroke it, savoring the texture while clutching the warm presence closer. This… this is the best.

“T-to be treated like this… by my husband…! Ah, this is happiness…!”

The squirming starts to annoy me, so I hug even tighter to still the movement.

“—”

Silence falls. They’ve given up, it seems. A wave of contentment washes over me. I could drift into a wonderful dream like this—

Thud! Thud!

“…Nngh?”

A jolt, like something striking from below—no, from under the bed—snaps me out of my haze.

Thud-thud! Thud!

The rhythmic pounding against the bed’s underside is forceful, shaking away my sleepiness. Slowly, I open my eyes—and realize I’m holding Rinka in my arms…!

“Ngh… nnh… Kazuto—!”

“R-Rinka…!”

Rinka lifts her face from my chest, her cheeks flushed a scorching red, her feverish eyes dazed and lacking strength. The breath escaping her lips feels hot, almost sticky…!

“Kazuto… so strong and intense… right from the morning.”

“That sounds kinda lewd!”

Thud!

Another hit rattles the bed from below.

With a sinking feeling, I lean over to peek under the bed—and my eyes meet a writhing, mysterious black mass!

“Gyaaaaah!!”

I knew it… I knew it, but it’s still terrifying!!

☆

“…I hid under the bed and spent the whole night there.”

“As expected of Risuzu. By the way, I once spent a night in the closet, feeling Kazuto’s presence through the door.”

“…That’s advanced level… I need that kind of resolve…!”

“There’s no ‘advanced level’ in feeling Kazuto’s presence. Maybe I’ll try spending tonight alone under the bed.”

“What are you two even discussing? Seriously, cut it out! Also, under the bed is the advanced level—or rather, straight-up perverted!”

Utterly appalled by the conversation between the two popular idols, I press my brow and let out a heavy sigh.

Two days have passed since the four of us played that online game, and our lives have transformed dramatically. The awkward tension between Rinka and Risuzu has vanished, leaving the house feeling brighter, more alive.

The most striking change, though, is in Risuzu.

“…R-Rinka-san…!”

With the momentum of a charged attack, Risuzu flings herself at Rinka, her enthusiasm almost palpable.

 

“…And, as if it’s the most natural thing, she buries her face in Rinka’s cleavage.”

Her right hand, of course, slides to Rinka’s plush thighs. A total pervert.

“…I’m the little sister, so I can shamelessly cling to my respected older sister,” Risuzu declares.

“Cling to me as much as you want,” Rinka replies warmly.

“…Yay… squish squish.”

“W-Wait, Risuzu…! Where are you grabbing—!”

Risuzu, face nestled in Rinka’s chest, shamelessly kneading her thighs… The sight is too much. I quietly shift my gaze to the window. White clouds drift across a blue sky. Nice weather today, isn’t it?

Perched on the bed, I try to escape the morning chaos. Two popular idols flirting in my room—it’s none of my business. I’d rather not get involved.

“…Onii.”

“Whoa!”

Suddenly, Risuzu’s right in front of me, her half-lidded eyes unreadable but brimming with intent. I can sense she wants something. Is she about to cling to me now? Alright, as the respected older brother—

“…I’ll let you praise me. And pat my head. Be grateful.”

“That’s insanely condescending! I’m not respected at all!”

“…Respect? I don’t respect you, Onii.”

“Cut down so brutally! That actually stings…!”

“…Just say I’m cute, like before… and pat my head.”

She’s referring to that day we played games together, when her laptop’s battery died and I comforted her with a head pat. Following the memory, I gently pat the head she tilts toward me. She did say to praise her, too.

“Cute. Risuzu, you’re cute.”

“—!”

Her face flushes bright red, and she looks down, flustered. This new tendency to show such clear reactions—another change in her, isn’t it?

“…This is bad… my heart’s about to explode into smithereens…”

“That’s not good.”

As I lift my hand, a soft “ah” of disappointment escapes her. Risuzu’s gaze lingers on my hand with a hint of reluctance. I thought Rinka, who gets jealous even of cats, would jump in, but she’s nowhere in sight.

“Huh, where’s Rinka?”

“…While you were spacing out, she went downstairs. Said breakfast is ready, so come quickly.”

“So that’s why you came to wake me…”

“…We were flirting, though. Onii, you were using Rinka-san as a body pillow.”

“I was half-asleep…!”

If I’d been fully awake, I wouldn’t have hugged Rinka like that. But the memory stirs—the sensation of her slender, soft body, her warmth, the slight firmness of muscle beneath, her silky hair—

“…You’re thinking perverted stuff.”

“N-No, I’m not! A-Anyway… Risuzu, you’ve changed a lot, huh.”

“…Blatant subject change… but I’m nice, so I’ll go along. Yeah, I’ve changed. Less about changing my thinking, more like I’ve accepted things.”

“Accepted?”

“…I’m smart and strong-hearted, so I had a reverse idea.”

“I wanna poke at a lot of that, but… what’s this reverse idea?”

“…Rinka-san thinks she’s your wife. That makes her my sister-in-law.”

“Well, yeah, I guess.”

Risuzu and I aren’t blood-related, just step-siblings. So much “step” in this family. Wait, no—Rinka’s just a self-proclaimed wife. Why did I accept that so easily?

“…So, as your little sister, I can legally cling to the person I respect most…!”

“…”

“…Before, I held back a little. Only got to knead her thighs, but with our current relationship, I can knead her butt too.”

“Huh?”

I let out a dumbfounded sound, struggling to process what this beautiful girl is saying. Step-family means she can knead butts? What logic is that?

“…I can legally call the person I respect ‘Onee-chan’… I can touch her underwear. An environment where I can cling anytime… Isn’t this perfect? When you think about it calmly, it’s the ultimate ideal realized…!”

Drip. A trickle of blood escapes Risuzu’s nose.

“You just gave in to your desires, didn’t you?”

“…People who can’t adapt to changing environments get left behind. That applies to young people too. To thrive in modern times, you must stay flexible. So, I set aside my fixations and unleashed the desires deep in my heart.”

“You’re always unleashing them, aren’t you? You’re already so carefree.”

Such an elusive girl. Is there a rule that popular idols are weirdos?

“…Plus, as the little sister, I can shamelessly cling to you—and boss you around.”

“Give me a break…”

Watching Risuzu huff proudly, I can only manage a wry smile.

☆

After breakfast, Risuzu and Nonoa-chan race up the stairs, probably to play in Risuzu’s room. Left in the living room, Rinka and I naturally end up side by side on the sofa. A calm, soothing moment begins to flow. Usually, Risuzu and Nonoa-chan’s chaotic energy keeps us on edge, so it’s been a while since Rinka and I shared a quiet moment like this.

Rinka must feel the same. “It’s been a while… spending calm time together like this,” she murmurs.

“Yeah. Before, you and Risuzu were at odds…”

“That’s true…”

She leans closer, our shoulders brushing. The lover-like atmosphere sets my heart pounding. Rinka’s presence carries a sweet, almost intoxicating warmth. Her gaze, fixed on me, feels feverish, brimming with expectation.

“I want to be closer to you, Kazuto… Even though you’re right here, it feels like there’s a distance… I was lonely.”

“So… you want to flirt?”

“Tch, I guess… that’s what it means…!”

Her voice cracks as she turns away quickly, her hair sliding off her shoulder. Asking to flirt but unable to hide her embarrassment—it’s, frankly, adorable. Her charm feels distinct from Nonoa-chan’s cuteness. Lovable… that’s the word.

“I want to continue… what we did this morning.”

“This morning… that?”

“Yes, that.”

Doing it consciously is embarrassing. My chest warms with shyness and nerves, but I gently hug Rinka as she leans into me, stroking her hair softly. She lets out a short, contented breath. It feels like a truly lover-like moment, close to my ideal of flirting.

“I want to stay by your side all day, Kazuto…”

“—”

Her sweet, melting whisper steals my breath. With Risuzu, she’s the poised senior, but alone with me, she reveals a softer, girlish side. My face flushes, nerves building, but I notice her breathing shift into soft, steady rhythms, like she’s asleep—

“Wait, she’s actually asleep.”

Her eyelids are closed, her relaxed sleeping face radiating trust. She’s left everything to me, showing a cute vulnerability beneath her cool idol exterior.

“She must be exhausted…”

Since summer break began, Rinka’s been out early and back late, sometimes past midnight. Family meals are rare. According to Risuzu, it’s uncommon for minors to work so late, but with travel time, Rinka’s returns get delayed. She even practices on her own when she has a moment. No wonder she’s late some days. She mentioned, “Now’s the time to push through,” but I’m worried. She often gets less than two hours of sleep, and even at home, she’s busy in her room.

“It’s her rare day off. I’ll let her sleep.”

I try to lay her on the sofa, but—

“…Kazuto… ngh.”

Asleep, Rinka clings tightly, gripping my shirt. Shaking her lightly doesn’t loosen her hold. What do I do? I can’t move. But seeing her innocent sleeping face changes my mind. This might be best for her. Accepting it, I resolve to be her body pillow.

☆

As lunchtime nears, I stand in the kitchen, cookbook in hand. It’s incomprehensible. I want to make oyakodon. I bought the ingredients, and we have the seasonings. The problem is the cookbook. It says “a pinch” or “to taste,” but how much is that? I’m reading it because I don’t know. I wish it was more beginner-friendly.

“Kazuto, you okay? Should I—?”

“Rinka, just rest.”

“But…”

Rinka, standing behind me, sounds worried. Understandable—she doesn’t trust me. I’m the boiled-egg guy, after all. Still—

“I want you to rely on me today.”

“Kazuto…!”

“I want to do this for you.”

“—!”

Her reaction is like she’s been shot in the chest. Clutching her heart, she murmurs, “My husband’s working hard for me…” Technically, it’s for my girlfriend.

“I love you, Kazuto, from the bottom of my heart.”

“Uh, thanks…”

“No, you’re supposed to say, ‘I love you too.’”

“I-I love you too… Rinka.”

Swallowing my embarrassment, I say it, and Rinka’s mouth curls into a goofy smile, shattering her cool idol mask.

“As your wife, I trust my husband, Kazuto… enough to offer my body and soul.”

“O-Oh…”

“So, I’ll eat anything you make. Even if it’s purple.”

“What kind of terrible cook heroine are you? Don’t worry, I won’t make you eat anything weird.”

“Thanks… Oh, but if you add your thing—n-no, never mind. Forget it.”

“Huh? What? Your thing? Now I’m curious.”

“I’ll wait in the living room, looking at your photos.”

“W-Wait, Rinka-san—!”

No time to stop her. Rinka leaves the kitchen, sits on the sofa, and stares dreamily at her phone. She’s a lost cause. But she trusts me. I have to live up to that.

Staring at the cookbook, I groan. What’s “a pinch” or “to taste”? I stumble right away, unsure how much soy sauce or mirin to add.

“…Onii, you seem troubled.”

“Risuzu, huh.”

Turning, I see Risuzu draped in her usual blanket, probably here to beg for food, starving. Like a cat. A cat-ear hoodie would suit her.

“…I’m hungry. Why’s Onii in the kitchen instead of Rinka-san?”

“I’m making lunch today so Rinka can rest. Just wait.”

“…That’s too worrying. Unlike online games, you can’t cook with clicks.”

“I know, I know. But this cookbook…”

Grumbling, Risuzu says, “…Let me see,” stretching to peek at the open page.

“…Add the prepared seasonings to the pot… a pinch of sugar… How much is a pinch?”

“Right? You don’t get it, do you?”

“…Only people used to cooking would know… Also, what’s a tablespoon?”

“I think it’s the amount you scoop with a spoon.”

“…But the amount changes depending on the spoon’s size.”

“—You’re right. Damn, I don’t know what’s correct anymore…!”

In despair, I drop to my knees. Is cooking really this hard?

“…Let’s ask Rinka-san.”

“No, I want her to rest today. She’s always busy with idol work.”

“…I’m an idol too…”

“You don’t work as much as Rinka, do you?”

“…True, but I’m still a popular idol… I’m kinda busy.”

“Doesn’t look like it at all.”

“…People who act overly hectic are either clumsy or showing off. Capable people like me don’t give off a busy vibe.”

“I-I see…”

I’m just a regular guy; I can’t argue with Risuzu, who’s succeeding as an idol. But seriously, what do I do about cooking? Mess up the amounts, and it’ll turn out weird. Scary.

Light, quick footsteps approach—Nonoa-chan’s. She appears, beaming with her adorable smile.

“Hey, what’re you doing?”

“Trying to make lunch… but I don’t know how much seasoning to add.”

“Um, I don’t really get it, but put in lots of yummy stuff!”

“Lots of yummy stuff…?”

“Yeah! Like, if you mix cake into curry, it’ll be even yummier!”

“As expected of an angel…! A godlike idea beyond human imagination… I could never think of that! Truly an angel!”

“…Onii, you love Nonoa-chan so much your brain’s gone nuts.”

“What’re you saying? No one can stay sane in front of Nonoa-chan’s cuteness.”

“…That’s true. Nonoa-chan’s an angel.”

Finding a kindred spirit, I stand and firmly shake Risuzu’s hand. Our sibling bond grows stronger. …Wait, am I getting dumber? I brush it off as my imagination. If even I become a weirdo, there’ll be no sane people left.

“…?”

Risuzu stares at her hand, spacing out. Was my hand sweaty? She seems bothered. Feeling awkward, I decide to change the mood, speaking boldly as the leader of the Raven’s Perch.

“Alright! This is a quest! Let’s make delicious oyakodon together!”

““…””

Yeah, I figured.

☆

“So this is the oyakodon we made together…”

At the table, Rinka gazes thoughtfully at the four servings of oyakodon. Personally, I don’t think it’s that bad. The chicken pieces are uneven—some bite-sized, others needing multiple bites—but they’re cooked through. The eggs are slightly burnt in spots, far from golden, but cooked. The rice… we added too much water, so it’s mushy, but fully cooked.

…This is awful. It doesn’t look appetizing at all.

Rinka doesn’t complain, but her mouth twitches at the sight. For someone who loves cooking, this must be inedible.

“I’m sorry… I messed up the water…” Nonoa-chan mumbles.

“…Nonoa-chan, it’s not your fault. It was my misjudgment,” Risuzu reassures.

“No, Risuzu-oneechan’s not to blame. It was me…”

“…No, no. I thought more water would make the rice puff up bigger for more to eat. My mistake.”

So it was Risuzu’s fault. Should I have double-checked? I handled the knife and fire, leaving safer tasks to them. So… it’s all three of our responsibility.

“You all did well,” Rinka says gently. “I didn’t expect you to get this far.”

“…You didn’t expect much?” Risuzu asks.

“I mean, I didn’t think first-time cooks could achieve this. I’m praising you.”

“…We’re amazing? Gyuhehehe!” Nonoa-chan giggles.

Relieved by Rinka’s gentle smile, the three of us sigh in relief, though one of us lets out a bizarre laugh.

“…Nonoa-chan, let’s eat in my room,” Risuzu suggests.

“Not with everyone here?”

“…I want to be alone with Nonoa-chan.”

“Um, hmm… Okay!”

They grab their oyakodon on trays and head upstairs.

“Wait, Risuzu—?”

“…I just want to hog the angel.”

Without looking back, Risuzu takes Nonoa-chan upstairs. She’s being considerate, leaving Rinka and me alone.

“Kazuto, let’s eat together.”

“Y-Yeah.”

Invited with a smile, I sit next to Rinka. The oyakodon pales in comparison to her cooking—taste, look, everything.

“I can’t compete with you, Rinka. The taste, the look—completely different.”

“What matters is the cook’s feelings. I can feel the effort you and the girls put into this. Look, it seems so delicious.”

She speaks lovingly, as if cherishing a child, about the clearly failed oyakodon. That’s Mizuki Rinka—caring about essence, others’ feelings, finding joy in them. Is there another girl as captivating?

“Rinka…! I’m so glad I’m your boyfriend…!”

“Fufu, you say weird things. We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend—we’re husband and wife.”

“Oh, right.”

That’s so Rinka.

“Hey, Kazuto. I can… rely on you all day, right?”

It’s not nervousness—it’s embarrassment. With flushed cheeks, she asks cautiously.

“Of course. Not just today—if there’s anything you want, I’ll do it.”

“Anything?”

“Within reason.”

“…I see.”

Her eyes sparkle briefly but dim with disappointment. Why’s she bummed? Regaining her composure, she picks up her chopsticks and makes a request.

“I want you to feed me.”

“Feed you…?”

“Is that… no good?”

Her teary eyes lock onto mine. She’s too cute—this is bad.

“N-No, it’s fine. Of course it’s fine.”

“Thank you… As expected of my husband. I love you.”

“—!”

Her casual “I love you” makes my heart skip. I might die of shock someday. With a slightly trembling hand, I pick up a piece of chicken coated in egg.

“N…”

Closing her eyes, Rinka opens her mouth toward me. Not sure why her eyes are closed, but it’s cute. Heart pounding, I bring the chicken to her mouth. After she eats, I pull back the chopsticks, waiting for her reaction.

Finishing and swallowing, Rinka opens her eyes and smiles. “It’s very delicious.” I sigh in relief. The taste seems okay.

“Can you do it again?”

“Got it.”

I keep feeding her the oyakodon. She eats so happily that my anxiety turns to joy. I think I understand why Rinka loves cooking—having someone you love say it’s delicious fills your heart.

“Oh, sorry. I’m the only one eating.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry.”

“That won’t do… Here, open up.”

Now Rinka picks up a piece of chicken and brings it to my mouth. We’re feeding each other!?

“Kazuto, hurry.”

“A-Ah…”

Urged, I eat the chicken. Chewing, it doesn’t feel like my cooking. It’s not bad—perfectly edible.

“My turn next.”

We take turns feeding each other, eating ridiculously slowly. But that’s fine. We’re savoring our time together. The meal isn’t the goal—flirting while feeding each other is. This is what being lovers is about! It’s the flirting I, a gaming addict, dreamed of…!

“What’s wrong, Kazuto? Your face looks so sloppy.”

“Just… it feels so much like we’re lovers.”

“Not lovers—husband and wife. Deeply in love.”

“But, this fresh atmosphere… the awkward feeding, doesn’t it feel so lover-like?”

 

 

“…” “I’ve always kinda admired this…” I murmured, then caught myself. “Oh, my turn, right?”

I opened my mouth, waiting expectantly. But—

“…I’m done,” Rinka declared.

“Huh!?” I blinked, caught off guard. “W-Why!?”

Rinka pouted, her lips pursing as she turned her face away, a faint flush coloring her cheeks. My mind raced. Why…? Then it hit me.

“Because I said it feels lover-like… you got mad?” I ventured cautiously.

“How many times must I tell my husband?” Rinka’s voice was sharp, but her eyes softened with exasperation. “We’re married. It’s about time you accept you’re my husband.”

“E-Even if you say that…” I stammered, scratching the back of my neck.

“I’d love for you to wear a wedding ring. Otherwise, other girls will flock to you.”

“That’s not gonna happen,” I protested, waving off the idea.

“It will,” she insisted, her tone sulky rather than angry. “Didn’t you get hit on at the pool?”

“Like I said before, that was just Nonoa-chan getting talked to…”

“Then why did they show interest in you? From what I heard, it sounds like they used Nonoa as an excuse to talk to you.”

“Wha…” I trailed off, at a loss.

Her sulkiness carried a hint of possessiveness, and while I was happy she cared so much, I wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Like I said before, you need to realize you’re attractive, Kazuto,” Rinka continued, her voice softer now, almost pleading. “As a wife, it’s unsettling when my husband doesn’t know how to handle being popular.”

“I don’t think you’re one to talk, Rinka,” I shot back, feeling a bit defensive after she’d turned the tables.

“Me?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Yeah. Popular idol Rinka’s gotta be super attractive, right? To guys nationwide…”

“No matter who approaches me, my love for you won’t waver,” she said firmly, her eyes unwavering.

“Same here,” I replied, my voice softening. “But sometimes I think… I want you to be my idol alone, to have you all to myself—not that I want you to quit being an idol! I love the hardworking Rinka too… Rinka?”

Realizing how much I’d let slip, I panicked and tried to backtrack, but I noticed Rinka’s usual cool demeanor falter. Her mouth hung slightly agape, and her lips gradually curled into a goofy, uncontainable grin—a smile I’d never seen from her before.

“I-I see,” she said, her voice trembling with delight. “A husband who loves his wife too much—I knew that, but to want to have me all to yourself… I feel silly for overthinking things.”

“Uh, Rinka? You’re grinning too much…” I pointed out, half-laughing.

“Grinning? Me? No way,” she protested, snapping her face into a straight expression. But the next moment, her mouth twisted into that grin again.

“You’re grinning again.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not. Look, like this…!” Rinka stretched her cheeks wide, forcibly distorting her expression into a comical mask.

“What a face…” I chuckled. “It’s cute, though.”

“I’m not gwinnin’. I’m a cool idol, aftew all,” she mumbled through her stretched cheeks.

“I can’t understand a word you’re saying…!” I laughed, shaking my head at her stubborn, adorable antics.

☆

The day passed peacefully, and evening settled in. I tackled chores like cleaning, while I left the laundry to Risuzu—I didn’t have the guts to handle girls’ underwear. Risuzu fumbled with the washing machine, but Rinka patiently guided her, a gentle smile on her face. I’d worried it might burden her, but Rinka seemed to enjoy teaching Risuzu.

For dinner, we ordered delivery pizza—not out of laziness, but as a practical choice after lunch drained our energy. Nonoa-chan was thrilled, declaring it felt like a party, so no complaints there.

The busy housework kept us bustling, but we finally reached bath time, signaling the day’s end. I could relax with Rinka until bedtime…

“…Nonoa-chan in pajamas… So cute no matter how many times I see it…!” Rinka exclaimed.

“Risuzu-oneechan’s cute too!” Nonoa-chan chirped back.

“…Praised by an angel…! That means I’m the cutest human!” Risuzu declared, puffing out her chest.

Fresh from the bath, the two got along and headed upstairs, having bathed together. Rinka was next, and I’d go last. Lounging on the sofa, I browsed a walkthrough site for Black Plains on my phone.

“Kazuto, can we talk?” Rinka’s voice broke my focus.

“Hm, what?” I looked up, startled to see her face flushed so red I wondered if she’d already overheated. She fidgeted nervously, her eyes darting as if struggling to find words.

“D-Do you remember… the promise we made before?”

“Promise?” I echoed, puzzled.

“Yes. When I washed your head and back…”

“Uh, did we make a promise?” I scratched my head, trying to recall.

“Not exactly a promise, but… I said maybe you could wash my head or body too…” Her voice grew quieter, almost a whisper, but the meaning hit me like a lightning bolt. My heart skipped as I vaguely remembered that conversation.

“I can rely on you all day, right?” she added, her eyes searching mine.

“Well, yeah…” I managed, my throat dry.

“We can’t go out and have fun together, can we? So at least at home… I can’t help but want that.”

“Rinka…” I murmured, her words sinking in. She was right. It was our first summer break as a couple, but we hadn’t done any real-world outings. We couldn’t. Rinka’s busy schedule, combined with the challenges of being seen together, made it tough.

“Plus, I might not get much free time until right before summer break ends,” she continued. “Today’s a rest day before a busy period.”

“I see…”

“B-But as husband and wife, bathing together is normal. It’s weird we haven’t until now!” Her face was crimson with embarrassment, but her tone carried a defiant edge, as if daring me to disagree.

I wanted to support Rinka however I could, but the issue was my self-control. She meant it purely—she just wanted to be together. I felt the same, but as a teenage guy, I couldn’t deny certain reactions. I had to avoid betraying her feelings.

Last time my self-control slipped, Rinka had said, “It’s too soon for that.” If I seriously asked, she’d probably accept, but that wasn’t right. Not until we were both ready, without reservations—

“Kazuto, is it… that big a deal? Do you… not want to bathe with me?” Her voice trembled, her wide eyes wavering with anxiety.

“Not at all,” I said quickly, my resolve firming. “Let’s do it.”

Rinka sighed in relief, and I steeled myself to endure this final event.

☆

In the changing room, I stripped and slipped into swim trunks, taking a deep breath. Rinka was already in the bathroom. We’d bathed together once before at the Mizuki house, but she’d been clothed then. This time, it was… naked. Naked.

I considered suggesting we turn off the lights, but poor visibility might lead to accidental touching, so I scrapped that idea. “Calm down, me,” I muttered. “We’re lovers, so it’s fine… Heck, Rinka thinks we’re married… Just act normal.”

Desperately calming my racing heart, I psyched myself up and slid the bathroom door open carefully. My eyes landed on Rinka’s pure white back and long hair as she sat on a bath stool in front of the shower, her posture straight and elegant.

“—” My heart rate spiked instantly.

“K-Kazuto?” Rinka asked without turning, her voice trembling with obvious nervousness.

“Y-Yeah,” I replied, my own voice shaky as I stepped inside and closed the door. I set a stool a bit away from her and sat, both of us freezing, mouths shut, unable to move.

“I-It’s… more nerve-wracking than I thought,” she admitted.

“It was fine before, wasn’t it?” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

“T-That time… was completely different.”

True. I nodded, staring at the back of her head, noticing her ears were bright red. She was this embarrassed but still wanted to act like a wife…

“T-Then… can you do my hair?” she asked, her voice small.

“G-Got it…!” I grabbed the shampoo bottle near the shower and pumped some into my hand, a rinse-in type. Standing behind her, I thought, So this is Rinka’s crown… half-escaping reality as I touched her hair.

“—Ah,” she gasped softly.

“Rinka? You okay?” I asked, concerned.

“Y-Yes, I’m fine. Just startled.”

“Alright… I’ll keep going.”

How do you wash a girl’s hair? I wondered, carefully avoiding scratching her scalp. My fingers glided through her hair without snagging, and it felt… nice. Wait, I’m not here to enjoy this. Aiming to ease her daily fatigue, I washed her hair meticulously. When it was time, I rinsed it thoroughly with the shower, realizing I was sweating. Washing a girl’s hair was tough… I’d been so focused my stray thoughts vanished.

“Thank you, Kazuto. It felt really good,” Rinka said softly.

“Good, I’m glad,” I replied, relieved.

“Next, my back, please.”

“…” I prepared a towel with body soap and stared at her white back, my heart racing again. The curved lines of her shoulder blades, the dip in the middle leading down—

“…Kazuto?” Her voice snapped me out of it.

“N-Nothing!” I stammered, focusing. Seeing a girl’s back up close for the first time, my first thought was that it was beautiful. I mustn’t look too low…!

Careful not to hurt her skin, I scrubbed her back with the towel. Each scrub elicited soft, sultry sounds—“Fuh, nnh… nnh”—making my head buzz. Staying focused, I finished washing her back. Rinka spoke without turning.

“The… front. What should we do?”

“T-That, you can do yourself…” I said quickly.

“W-Well, we’re husband and wife, so it shouldn’t matter, but… I can’t force my husband. I’ll… do the front myself.”

What’s with the bravado…? Amused yet flustered, I handed her the towel from behind. I needed to wash myself too.

“Rinka, I want to wash up too… Can I move next to you?”

“—D-Do whatever you want,” she said, her voice cracking, clearly shaken.

I moved beside her and grabbed the shampoo to wash my hair. Right next to me was a naked Rinka… Calm down, I chanted internally, starting to wash. Like a machine, I mechanically finished washing my hair and body.

Feeling a gaze, I glanced sideways. My eyes met Rinka’s.

“Oh, y-you’re… wearing swim trunks. That’s… unfair,” she said, pouting slightly.

“Uh, sorry…” I apologized for some reason, fighting the urge to look down as my eyes wandered upward.

“Shall we get in the tub?” she suggested.

She seemed about to stand, so I quickly faced forward. I heard a splash as she entered the water. Glancing sideways, I saw Rinka huddled at the far end, head down, her expression hidden. Her hair was tied up, probably to keep it dry.

“Come on, Kazuto, hurry.”

“Y-Yes…!” I replied, lacking the courage to get close. Since she was at the right end, I moved to the left and dipped my feet in, sinking into the water quietly, facing her back. …She’s embarrassed. So proactive, yet so shy.

“C-Can I… come closer?” she asked hesitantly.

“Huh—?” Before I could answer, the water rippled as Rinka scooted closer, still facing away. Her waist lightly bumped my leg. Wondering what she’d do, she leaned back, her head resting on my chest. This… is bad.

It wasn’t the bath’s heat—another kind of heat was melting my brain. Sensing my agitation, Rinka stammered, “A-Are you… n-nervous? H-Haha… W-We’re husband and wife… W-Weird h-husband…!”

She was even more flustered than me, barely forming words.

“You’re nervous too, Rinka,” I teased gently. “Your ears… they’re bright red.”

“—Tch. That’s… the hot water,” she muttered stubbornly.

I didn’t have the energy to act tough. Was I embarrassed, nervous, or losing my rationality? I couldn’t tell anymore. My head was a mess, overwhelmed by the intense heat enveloping me.

Then, Rinka’s voice softened, calm and accepting. “Another dream came true.”

Influenced by her tone, I regained a bit of composure. “Dream?”

“Yes. Bathing happily with the person I love was one of my dreams… Kazuto, you keep enriching my life… I love you so much, beyond words.”

“—!” Her words were too pure, hitting me with an urge to hug her. But that was bad—bad in so many ways. The heat of the bath and the surge from my gut eroded my brain, melting my rationality into a gooey mess. No, I can’t let that happen.

Rinka was purely enjoying this moment. I should do the same…!

“Let’s keep bathing together from now on, okay?” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady.

“Y-Yeah,” she replied softly.

“…?” She seemed puzzled by my robotic response, but I was too busy trying to dissolve my consciousness to explain. Kill my consciousness—.

…

How many minutes passed? “Kazuto, ready to get out?” Rinka asked.

“…I’ll soak a bit longer,” I mumbled.

“Got it. I’ll get out first… Oh, if you could close your eyes… I’d appreciate it.”

“Leave it to me.”

I shut my eyes tight, and the weight on my chest lifted. The sound of water splashing, likely from Rinka standing, reached my ears, followed by droplets hitting my face. The door opened and closed, echoing off the bathroom walls—a quiet moment began.

“…Phew.” I endured. I really did. Dating Rinka might be tough. She called us husband and wife, clinging so close, yet her pure heart kept things from turning sexual… In a way, it was like being left hanging.

“If I wasn’t a gaming addict… my rationality would’ve been long gone,” I muttered, half-proud of the mental strength honed by facing the computer like a monk in training.

☆

Feeling overheated in every sense, I confirmed Rinka’s presence had vanished from the changing room through the door. Sighing in relief, I exited the bathroom. That could’ve easily turned into an R-18 scenario…

I thoroughly dried my hair and body, changing into loose loungewear, then headed to the kitchen for a drink from the fridge.

“Oh, Risuzu,” I said, spotting her opening the fridge door, apparently with the same idea.

“…Did Onii come for a drink after flirting with Rinka-san in the bath?” she teased, her eyes glinting mischievously.

“D-Don’t say it like that…! It’s really embarrassing,” I protested, flushing.

“…” Risuzu didn’t respond, just stared into the fridge, silent. That was unlike her. What was up?

My curiosity was short-lived as she seemed to resolve something, looking up with clear determination. “…Tonight, I want you to sleep with Rinka-san.”

“Uh, what? Sleep with her… huh?” My mind jumped to pink-tinted thoughts, still lingering from the bath.

“…Rinka-san’s hiding it from you, but… she’s exhausted,” Risuzu continued, unaware of my wandering thoughts.

“Oh, yeah…” I nodded, trying to focus.

“…Not just physically, but mentally too.”

“Mentally?” I echoed, surprised.

“…Yeah. The brighter the light, the darker the shadow.”

“That’s some chuuni phrasing,” I said, half-joking.

“…It’s not chuuni,” she retorted, her tone serious. “…It’s the same in any world… The more popular you get, the more criticism you face. Rinka-san’s strong stance might make it worse.”

“But more people find that strength charming, right?” I pointed out.

“…Yeah. But in the human world, criticism and insults stand out more… Negative voices are louder.”

Her words, heavy with experience, made me catch my breath. Risuzu’s SNS sometimes blew up for performance reasons. Even if it was part of her persona, she must face real criticism too.

“…She gets snide remarks from peers too… and plenty of jealousy,” Risuzu added.

“Peers, like other idols? Why would they…?”

“…Star☆Mines faced a disbandment crisis but succeeded early. That stirs up feelings. Especially Rinka-san, with her genius flair…”

“I see,” I said, the reality of her world sinking in. It was insider gossip, a side of idol life you’d never imagine from the surface.

“…Rinka-san’s an easy target. Her recent momentum doesn’t help.”

“She seems like she wouldn’t care about antis,” I said, frowning.

“…To others, it looks like she doesn’t care, and she thinks she doesn’t. But she reads every word about herself. She can’t help but care.”

“…”

“…In Star☆Mines, Rinka-san’s the most vulnerable to criticism,” Risuzu stated as fact, her voice carrying the weight of a group member’s insight.

“I never got that impression,” I admitted.

“…Once, I saw Rinka-san crying in secret. She’s strong and weak.”

A contradictory phrase, but it fit perfectly if Risuzu was right.

“…You’re the one who can heal Rinka-san the most, Onii.”

“So, you want me to sleep with her tonight?” I asked, clarifying.

“…Yeah. Sleeping with someone you love makes you feel so happy.”

“Well, yeah.”

“…Especially for Rinka-san… Oh, b-but… n-no lewd stuff… not yet,” Risuzu stammered, her face boiling red like an instant kettle.

“O-Okay…!” I nodded deeply, catching her meaning loud and clear.

I realized there was so much about Rinka I didn’t understand. Since I couldn’t join her idol activities, it was natural there were experiences we couldn’t share. A frustrating feeling filled my chest.

“Ah, Kazuto-oniichan! Can we sleep together tonight?” Nonoa-chan appeared out of nowhere, clinging to my right leg with a sweet voice.

“…Nonoa-chan, sleep with me tonight,” Risuzu said quickly.

“Okay!” Nonoa-chan agreed easily, her attention shifting. Kids were like that, especially since she and Risuzu were so close.

“…Onii, take care of Rinka-san,” Risuzu said, her voice low as she gripped Nonoa-chan’s hand with a creepy, almost criminal-like grin and led her away. It was practically kidnapping… Should I call the police? I wondered half-seriously.

“…Alright, time to see Rinka,” I muttered, steeling myself. Inviting her myself was nerve-wracking, but after Risuzu’s words, I couldn’t chicken out—especially if Rinka was pushing herself too hard.

I headed upstairs to the end of the hall, to Mom’s bedroom, now Rinka’s. “Rinka, can we talk?” I knocked and called out.

The door opened, and Rinka peeked out, dressed in pajamas: a navy short-sleeve shirt, white shorts, and a cardigan. She looked impossibly cute, as always.

“What’s up?” she asked, then smirked. “Oh… maybe you want to sleep with your beloved wife… is that it?”

“Yeah,” I said simply.

“Right, of course—wait, what?” Her eyes widened, mouth flapping in shock.

“Wanna sleep in my room tonight?” I asked, keeping my tone steady despite my pounding heart.

“—!” Rinka’s cool facade crumbled, her face turning bright red. “K-Kazuto inviting me… That’s a first. Finally succumbed to your wife’s charm?”

“I’ve been hooked since the day we were in the same class,” I admitted, my voice soft but earnest.

“I-I see… I see…” She repeatedly stroked her hair, trying to calm herself, her blush deepening.

Despite my own nerves, Risuzu’s words fueled my determination. “Rinka, come on.”

“Y-Yes…” she replied, unusually formal, as I gently took her hand and led her to my room.

☆

Entering my room with Rinka, a new scent hit me—rich, uplifting, subtly filling the space. “Aroma, huh,” Rinka said, eyeing a bottle with stick-like reeds on the table. “I’m a bit surprised you’re into this, Kazuto.”

“I didn’t set it up. Probably Risuzu,” I said, recognizing the reed diffuser from something I’d seen online.

“Getting a gift from that Risuzu… You two really got close,” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Yeah. She still sasses me, though,” I replied with a grin.

“Fufu, that’s her,” Rinka laughed, nodding in agreement. I suspected the aroma was for her, not me.

“Maybe it’s the scent… It’s making me feel fluttery, kinda weird,” she said, fidgeting restlessly, her words genuine.

To distract herself, Rinka hurriedly slipped into my bed. I lifted the covers, lay beside her, and turned off the light with the remote. The next moment, she clung to me like Nonoa-chan’s koala hug, wrapping her arms around my neck and hooking a leg over my lower body to get closer. My heart raced—anyone would feel it being this close to someone they loved, especially a popular idol.

But I was surprisingly calm, accepting it. Risuzu’s talk about Rinka helped, and the aroma relaxed me. Panicking over rationality felt foolish. Spending time with someone I loved… that was all it was.

“You seem a bit different right now, Kazuto,” Rinka murmured, her voice soft.

“Really?” I asked, surprised.

“It’s the assertive Kazuto I see sometimes.”

More like I was just going with it, not assertive. “Being with my husband like this… It’s precious. Feeling my favorite person’s scent and warmth directly…”

Her bell-like voice softened, soothing my ears, relaxed and limp. “Being an idol… It’s tough, huh?” I ventured, testing the waters.

“Yes. It’s rewarding, but…” Her vague reply hinted at a bitter expression, though I couldn’t see her face in the dark.

As a regular guy, I couldn’t know all her struggles, so I asked something I’d always wondered. “Rinka, why do you work so hard?”

“To make everyone smile,” she answered instantly, unwavering. But her next words carried hesitation. “Lately… I’ve been unsure.”

“Unsure…?”

“At first, Nana invited me. I just went along with her… But I wasn’t good at it and got stubborn. I forced the group to practice, pushed myself hard…” She dug up buried emotions, spilling her true feelings bit by bit, not seeking understanding but simply wanting me to listen.

“Then I started the online game and met Kazu. My heart gradually lightened… Idol work started going well, and I made lots of people happy. That was fun… I found purpose.” Her voice brightened slightly, then darkened again. “But now… I notice more voices that don’t want me. Recently, I learned some people on a site call me ‘Cold-Blooded Iron Mask.’ I know my expressions are stiff, so I don’t mind, but…”

No, she minded. Saying it meant she minded. She’d built a persona that didn’t care, but it was an act, as Risuzu had said.

“People say my singing and dancing suck, that my fame doesn’t match my skill… I know that. That’s why I’m practicing so hard now,” she continued, her emotions leaking uncontrollably. “Sometimes I wonder… What am I working so hard for? It feels like I’m just flailing, swept by the current.”

“Rinka…” I murmured, my heart aching for her.

“I worked hard as my true self, got called a cool idol. But at some point, I started convincing myself I’m a cool idol. My true self is becoming a mask… I don’t even know. Is Mizuki Rinka playing Mizuki Rinka? I can’t find a good analogy.” She ended with a self-deprecating laugh, then murmured, “Kazuto…” like seeking salvation, hugging me tighter.

Her warmth through thin fabric felt like the heat of someone striving to live earnestly. Was this the struggle of purely seeking essence?

“…Suu, suu…” Steady breathing reached my ear. She’d fallen asleep.

I recalled how Rinka slept a lot near me, even before we started dating. The first time she came to my room, she’d slept on my bed, at ease. Sleep was vulnerable, so she did it beside someone she truly trusted.

“I can’t understand an idol’s struggles… Sorry,” I whispered. “But I know you’re suffering, Rinka. So I’ll be your support. I’ll stay by your side. If you’re exhausted… you can take a break from being an idol, or quit. We can spend relaxed time together.”

No reply, as expected, but—

“…Thank you. I’ll keep trying a bit longer… I don’t want to lose…” Her faint, half-conscious reply came before she truly fell asleep.

Who didn’t she want to lose to? Others, or her struggling self? Her mental strain must be worse than most, carrying both strength and fragility. I’d read about celebrities making tragic choices due to online hate, and the thought unsettled me. What could I do for her?

Listening to her breathing, I pondered that.

☆

Days passed, and the calendar reminded me summer break was nearly over. As Rinka had warned, she’d gotten insanely busy, barely home. She returned late, went straight to the bath without talking, then locked herself in her room until early morning. Every day.

Risuzu called it a ‘bad sign.’ Apparently, when Rinka nearly broke down before, she’d isolated herself like this. Gaming had stabilized her mind back then, but not this time. When I tried talking to her, she brushed me off with “I’m fine” and ignored me, absorbed in what was in front of her.

Her cold attitude shocked me—a Rinka I’d never seen. But Risuzu said she was used to it, knowing more sides of Rinka as a group member.

“She’s late again…” I muttered, waiting on the living room sofa, glancing at the round clock on the wall. It was past midnight.

“…Nnh,” Nonoa-chan swayed beside me, fighting sleep. Usually asleep by 11 p.m., she was staying up to greet Rinka but was on the verge of passing out.

“…Dehehe. Sleepy angel… So cute,” Risuzu grinned sleazily, snapping photos of Nonoa-chan’s face with her phone. Undeniably perverted, but I got it, so I couldn’t scold her.

“She said she’d be back before midnight, so soon, I think…” I said.

“…Rinka-san’s doing extra practice,” Risuzu noted.

“I see…” Practicing hard because she cared about the criticism? Not knowing her struggles, I couldn’t glibly say, “Don’t mind the haters.”

Feeling powerless, Nonoa-chan rubbed her sleepy eyes and spoke. “Um, Rinka-oneechan now… She’s like she was before…”

“Before?” I asked.

“Yeah. But, she got happy playing online games.”

“…So Rinka-san fixed her mood with gaming,” Risuzu confirmed.

“Got it. But Rinka doesn’t have time for games now, right?” I said.

“…Back then, she wasn’t as popular, so she had time. Now, impossible,” Risuzu replied.

“Yeah. How about you, Risuzu?”

“…I get some gaming time. I hate that question, Onii,” she said, pouting.

“Sorry…” I knew Risuzu was in Star☆Mines too, but her carefree vibe made it hard to tell if she was truly busy. That was part of her charm, I supposed.

Silence fell. About ten minutes later, I noticed the night’s quiet, the daytime noise gone. Hearing car sounds near the house, I muttered, “Oh, Rinka’s back.” She always returned by taxi.

Nonoa-chan snapped awake at my voice, looking up. “Where’s Rinka-oneechan?”

“She’ll be inside soon, I think.”

“Really? I gotta go!” She hopped off the sofa, toddling to the entrance.

“…I’m going too. Haven’t talked to Rinka-san lately,” Risuzu said.

“Really?”

“…Yeah. I’ve been tired, sleeping early.”

Risuzu always came back before Rinka, huh. Even in the same group, popularity differences showed clearly.

“…Hmph.”

“Ow!” Risuzu suddenly kicked my shin, her cheeks puffed.

“W-What was that for?” I yelped.

“…You annoyed me.”

“I’ve been meaning to say, hurting people based on your emotions—”

“…Rinka-san, I’m coming,” she cut me off, jogging to the entrance without looking back.

What a sister, I thought, rubbing my shin. I’d been wrong for thinking rude things, though. “Guess I’ll go too.”

I’d been greeting Rinka every night, usually alone, but today Nonoa-chan and Risuzu were here. Rinka was always cold, saying, “Sorry, I’m taking a bath. I have studying to do…” and cutting off conversation.

Today might be the same. I felt anxious. If it hurt Risuzu and Nonoa-chan, what then? It was late to worry, but should I have stopped them? I’d wanted to respect their wishes…

At the entrance, Nonoa-chan’s cheerful voice rang out. “Welcome home, Rinka-oneechan!” as Rinka stepped inside.

“Oh, Nonoa. Up this late? Go to bed,” Rinka said curtly.

“Sorry… I wanted to say welcome home…” Nonoa-chan mumbled.

“I see… I’m home.”

“Um, don’t push yourself too hard.”

“I’m not.”

“B-But—”

“You’re persistent, Nonoa,” Rinka snapped, her tone harsh.

“Ah… Sorry,” Nonoa-chan looked down sadly.

Unable to ignore it, Risuzu hugged Nonoa-chan and tried to reprimand Rinka. “…Rinka-san, that wasn’t nice. Nonoa-chan stayed up despite being sleepy…”

“I didn’t ask her to, and staying up late isn’t good for kids. You too, Risuzu, go to bed.”

“…Rinka-san—”

“I have an early day tomorrow. You do too, right?” Rinka glanced at Risuzu, brushing off their attempts to talk, and walked down the hall. Passing me, she stopped.

“Oh, Kazuto…”

“Welcome home,” I said softly.

“…” Awkwardly averting her gaze, she hurried off. Typical.

“Rinka-oneechan… She’s back to how she was… sniff,” Nonoa-chan said, her voice trembling.

“…Nonoa-chan, sleep in my room tonight,” Risuzu offered.

“Okay… I’ll go to bed first,” Nonoa-chan replied, climbing the stairs with heavy, dejected steps.

“…Onii, Rinka-san’s definitely overdoing it. She’s got no leeway,” Risuzu said, her eyes filled with reproach.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I agreed.

“…‘You’re right’? That’s a bit cold… Aren’t you worried about her?” she pressed, glaring.

Of course I was worried, but I felt we shouldn’t stop her now. “…Please convince Rinka-san. Get her to relax a bit… or reduce her workload somehow.”

“…”

“…She’d listen to you. If I say it, she’d tell me to worry about myself…”

“I kinda agree with Rinka on that,” I admitted.

“…Forget about me. I realized something recently. Rinka-san stabilized her heart by gaming with you. Without gaming… she gets too absorbed in reality and becomes unstable. Idol work hits her mentally hard.”

“Risuzu…”

“…Convince her in reality,” she urged.

“Convince her of what?”

“…Obviously, to not push herself too hard,” she said, furrowing her brow as if it were a stupid question.

“Isn’t Rinka trying to do her best? Let her do what she wants.”

“…You’ve gotten cold, Onii. You used to worry more…!”

“I’m worried, but…”

“…What if Rinka-san breaks?” Risuzu’s voice was sharp with concern.

“I’d hate that… But I’ll stick by her no matter what.”

“…‘No matter what’—Where are you going? We’re not done,” she called as I headed to the kitchen.

“Spending that night with Rinka… I thought about a lot,” I said, pulling out my phone and opening a site, “Recommended Late-Night Snacks!” It listed low-calorie soups mainly.

“…What are you doing?” Risuzu asked, puzzled.

“I think Rinka’s the type who won’t stop until she’s satisfied.”

“…Yeah.”

“She lives valuing her thoughts and senses… That’s why she can be intense with her convictions.” Game marriage equaling real marriage was the clearest example—wild, but true.

“You asked what I’d do if Rinka breaks, right?”

“…Yeah.”

“I’ll support her to keep her from breaking, and if she does, I’ll stay with her until she recovers.”

“…Normally, you stop it before it happens. You’re wrong, Onii,” Risuzu said, shaking her head.

I laughed lightly, grabbing a pot. “Of course, I’d stop her from doing anything dangerous. But right now, Rinka’s not being reckless… She’s testing her limits, or trying to grow… Sorry, that’s my guess. You, in her group, would know better, right?”

I interpreted her not clinging to me as part of that. Normally, Rinka would overreact with joy at my greeting. It sounded self-aggrandizing, but I knew it was true.

“…” Risuzu watched silently as I rummaged through the fridge for ingredients.

“…I asked before, but what are you doing?” she repeated.

“Making Rinka’s late-night snack. I’ve been doing it every night lately.”

“…Onii, who could only make boiled eggs…!” she exclaimed, wide-eyed.

“Oyakodon woke me up. I can handle production jobs, not just combat,” I said, flashing a proud grin.

“…I noticed you rummaging in the kitchen late. Never thought you were making snacks…”

“Yeah. I feel like I’ve grown.”

“…I thought you were doing some weird self-generation…”

“Huh? Self-generation? What’s that?” I asked, confused.

“…N-Nothing!” Risuzu blushed and turned away, clearly embarrassed.

She meant something weird, didn’t she…? “…You never made me snacks…” she muttered.

“You come home at normal hours.”

“…Don’t call me a slacker. I’m a popular idol too.”

“Not looking busy is part of your charm,” I teased.

“…Hm, what’s this?” Risuzu tilted her head at a tray on the counter, noticing a folded paper on it—a letter I’d written.

“The tray for the snack. And a letter for Rinka… Don’t read it, it’s embarrassing,” I said quickly.

“…Hmm… What’d you write?”

“Nothing fancy. ‘Good job,’ ‘Thanks for today,’ stuff like that.”

“…Every night?”

“Yeah.” I didn’t know how much the letters helped, but if they encouraged Rinka even a bit, that was my goal. If they bothered her, she’d say so. Since she hadn’t, they must help.

“…Super devoted,” Risuzu said, her tone soft.

“Not really. I’m just doing what I want.”

“…Kinda jealous.”

“Want me to make you some too?” I offered, feeling a bit guilty. It might seem like favoritism, since Risuzu worked hard as an idol too.

She smiled gently and shook her head. “…No, it’s fine. Keep it for Rinka-san. It’ll feel more special.”

“Sure? Alright.”

As I prepared the pot, Risuzu turned to leave but stopped, saying without looking back, “…I get why Rinka-san chose you. You do stuff like this naturally… She knew you’d support her.”

I wondered. Before meeting Rinka, I wouldn’t have thought to make snacks or write letters. It was who I was now. A strange afterglow lingered as Risuzu left the kitchen, and I scratched my cheek, embarrassed.

Snacks were easy, and letters took five minutes… “Alright, let’s do this,” I said, focusing. I couldn’t directly support Rinka’s idol work, but I could cheer for the person I loved.

☆

Five days later, Kasumi-san contacted me. Rinka had collapsed during a magazine shoot.

“…Onii, Rinka-san collapsed,” Risuzu said, her tone not just reporting but confronting me, blaming me.

We sat on the sofa, a two-person gap between us, staring at the table, avoiding each other’s faces. The day after Kasumi-san’s call, we were rattled, unable to hide our panic or do anything, moving around the house like frantic dogs.

Nonoa-chan, not here, had gone home yesterday and was visiting Rinka, who was on a week’s rest at the Mizuki house. Risuzu and Nana had visited her too, but I hadn’t. Kasumi-san said, “Rinka doesn’t want you to come.” Rinka had rejected my visit.

“…It’s noon already,” I muttered.

“Yeah…” Risuzu replied, her voice flat.

Worried about Rinka, I’d forgotten hunger. Even now, I didn’t feel like eating. Apparently, her collapse hadn’t leaked outside, kept to close circles to avoid fuss.

“…They say she collapsed from overwork,” Risuzu said.

“Yeah…”

“…Sleep deprivation and mental fatigue too…”

I nodded, having heard from Kasumi-san. “…We should’ve stopped her… It’s hindsight, but I think so. Rinka-san said things would ease after summer break… but she didn’t make it.”

“Yeah.”

“…Respecting her wishes is important, but… Onii, thinking positively like an adult, or youthfully? It’s harsh, but it’s ‘just’ overwork.”

“…” I couldn’t say anything. I hadn’t stopped Rinka from pushing herself. The responsibility was mine. She’d said she was working for her fans and didn’t want to lose, but I hadn’t pushed to know who or what. I’d felt I shouldn’t stop her.

If I had, she’d prioritize my words over her feelings, but that might leave regrets. If she’d wanted to be stopped, she’d have shown a sign. Accepting my snacks and letters, avoiding talking—I took that as her will to keep going. But there must’ve been other ways to support her, ways that considered her health…

“…Hm?” My phone rang, and I pulled it out. It was Kasumi-san, likely about Rinka. Answering, I was shocked.

“Kazuto-kun!? Is Rinka there!?” Her voice was urgent.

“She’s not here… Isn’t she with you—”

“I checked her room, and she’s gone!”

“Wha—”

“She escaped from the house! I can’t reach her!”

Her voice leaked from the phone, reaching Risuzu, who tugged my sleeve. “…What happened?”

“Rinka slipped out of the house,” I said, pulling the phone away.

“—!” Risuzu gasped, her face tensing.

“Kazuto-kun! If Rinka contacts you, let me know!” Kasumi-san urged.

“Got it,” I agreed, but I was almost certain Rinka wouldn’t contact me. Normally, she might, but not this time.

The call ended, and I set the phone aside. “…Onii, let’s go look for her now!” Risuzu said, jumping up.

“Any leads?” I asked.

“…No, but…” Her shoulders deflated at my practical question.

“…No leads, but… I can’t just sit here.”

“Searching is fine, but we should act calmly.”

“…You’re weirdly calm. Why? You’re the type to freak out most…!” Risuzu hurled her frustration, upset at my composure.

I was surprised myself, but deep down, I might’ve expected Rinka to collapse. I hadn’t been conscious of it, but her escape—while unlike the cool Rinka—felt possible, my rationality accepting it.

“…I’ll search every place Rinka-san might go. Star☆Mines members with time are searching too. Come with me, Onii, now,” she urged, but I shook my head.

Her face flushed with anger, and she grabbed my shoulder tightly. “…Onii! Stop acting mature! I hate that!”

“I have a hunch where Rinka might be,” I said calmly.

“…What?”

“It’s not certain. But if she’s there… I should go. So… I can’t go in reality.”

“…In reality—oh.” Risuzu caught my meaning instantly, nodding. “…I’ll leave that to you.”

“Yeah, trust me.”

“…I said I hate you, but… I don’t. It was just… momentum,” she mumbled, her gaze darting.

“I know, don’t worry,” I reassured her.

“…Mm. If you think Rinka-san’s there… you’re right. No mistake,” she said with mysterious trust, her confident tone belying her earlier panic.

I watched Risuzu leave the living room, the door’s sound echoing through the hall. “Alright, my turn,” I muttered, heading to my room and booting the computer.

Starting the game, I imagined Rinka’s state of mind. Probably escape. Leaving the house was escape. She must know it troubled others, yet she fled—a psychological rejection of reality, wanting to be alone, guilt and shame over collapsing.

Even overwhelmed, Rinka, who considered others, must feel guilt for escaping. What’s next? She’d turn to the game, her refuge in tough times. Before, when reality was heavy, she’d immersed herself in the game’s world, stripped of reality’s excess.

Escaping reality wasn’t bad. Everyone needed rest. But this incident, seeing Rinka pushed to the edge, confirmed it: Rinka was a fragile girl. I’d thought she was strong, that I was the one supported. I hadn’t realized what I was to her. The game was a sanctuary where she could seek essence easily.

I almost logged in as Kazu but stopped. She might avoid me. Thinking from Rinka’s perspective, she’d kept me at a distance but accepted my support. Guilt might make her avoid me, her not contacting me evidence. If she saw Kazu online, she might flee.

To be safe, I created a new character, naming it RinFan. A bit cringe, but I went with it, choosing the same warrior class as Kazu. RinFan was born with a default ruggedly handsome appearance, the poster child of Black Plains.

Skipping the tutorial, I headed to the only snow mountain in Black Plains, aiming for its peak. The base was lush green, but closer to the top, the world turned silver, with yeti-like monsters appearing. RinFan couldn’t beat them, but I could escape, running upward.

Rin and I had visited this peak many times. Black Plains’s detailed graphics made the sky stunning, and the peak’s view was Rin’s favorite. We’d chatted all night under the starry sky about casual things—games, movies, manga.

“Made it.—” Blinding sunlight whitened the screen. At the snow-covered peak, I spotted a player sitting at the cliff’s edge, a speck in the distance. I recognized the shining blonde hair and slender elf-like build.

Leaving footprints in the snow, RinFan advanced. Closer, the player’s name appeared: Rin. I’d found my runaway wife.

“She’s really here…” I muttered, a mix of confirmation and inevitability washing over me.

I moved RinFan closer stealthily. Rin sat, knees hugged, gazing out from the cliff’s edge. Where was she logging in from? Her laptop was at my house—probably a net café. I texted Kasumi-san from my phone, letting her know Rinka was online.

“Guess I’ll try talking.” Behind Rin, I sent a chat: “Hello.” No reply, even after waiting. Ignored or AFK? I tested by sitting RinFan next to her. One wrong move, and I’d fall to my death.

Rin swiftly stood, moved away, and sat again. I tried sitting beside her again, and she moved once more.

“Tch, too obvious…!” I muttered as Rin sent a chat.

“I have a husband.”

…Ugh. Should I have come as Kazu? Maybe reveal myself… No, I’d watch a bit more. I sent, “Something wrong?”

I wouldn’t give up. When we first met, there’d been this psychological distance. This was nothing—.

Rin stood, moved behind RinFan, and drew her bow—huh? This was bad; an attack could knock me off the cliff! I tried to flee, but she fired first—a skill, a murderous blow with knockback. A green spiraling arrow pierced RinFan’s chest.

Bang! With an explosion, RinFan was blown into the air with snow, plummeting off the cliff.

“That’s too harsh for just talking…” I grumbled. No wonder she had no friends besides me. Capturing Rin was impossible for most.

Still, I tried again, reviving in a nearby town and running back to the peak. Ten minutes later, I reached Rin. “Attacking out of nowhere is mean,” I typed.

“You’re persistent. Your name’s too similar, it’s creepy… I’ll report you,” she replied, her face furious in-game. Scary.

But I didn’t back down, sitting RinFan beside her again. As she stood to move behind, I quickly typed, “When we first met, we had this kind of distance, right?”

“Huh?” she responded.

“Rin used formal speech, was stiff, and only sent minimal chats. After a week, we warmed up a bit.”

“Kazu?” she typed, catching on.

“Yeah.”

Rin, who’d been replying quickly, went silent, probably thinking. A bad feeling hit, and I hurriedly typed, “Don’t log out.”

“One click, and I would’ve,” she admitted.

“Knew it,” I said, relieved at the close call.

“How’d you know I’d be here?”

“I just felt… Rin would be here.”

“Amazing, Kazu. You know everything about me.”

“The opposite. This made me realize how much I don’t know about Rin.” I’d thought Mizuki Rinka was a strong, unwavering woman. I was right, but I hadn’t considered her weaknesses. A truly strong woman wouldn’t seek emotional connection in games.

“At first, improving at singing and dancing was fun,” she typed, and I focused on her words, hands off the keyboard. “Working with the group was fun. Being cheered by fans and responding was fun.”

“But lately, I only notice harsh words. It’s busy, tough, but… I kept going out of stubbornness. I thought pushing through now would solve everything… That it’d satisfy the fans.”

“But I collapsed. Not fitting the cool idol Mizuki Rinka’s image. I betrayed everyone. Then I escaped from home—ended up in some net café.”

Her raw feelings poured out in text. I couldn’t truly understand or empathize, but I keenly felt her pain.

“Disappointed?” she asked.

“Not at all. I’d never hate you, Rinka, no matter what you do or how others judge you. My feelings won’t change. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have fallen for Rin in the game.”

“Kazu…” she typed, her words trailing.

“I said when I confessed, I’ll accept any Rinka. No, it’s not even about accepting. When I was struggling, you said husbands and wives are each other’s home. Doesn’t that mean… a place to escape, to rest?”

She was so forward but stubborn in odd ways. Cool idols seemed consistent, but Rinka was often driven by emotion, doing unexpected things—like escaping this time, worn down by expectations and malice, blaming herself for collapsing, wanting to break free from reality.

My words to her were clear. “Be as stubborn as you want, escape whenever. But don’t forget—I’m always watching, always cheering. Whatever you do, I want to support you… as your husband.”

I almost typed boyfriend but changed it. In this moment, labels like boyfriend or husband didn’t matter—they were just reality’s terms.

Silence followed. I’d poured my heart out, but with no response, my passion cooled. Was she AFK? In the bathroom? After all those cheesy lines, I was mortified and tempted to log out.

Finally, Rin replied, “Thank you, Kazu. I feel so much lighter. My heart’s warm, like I could cry…”

I hadn’t said anything grand, but her words carried a smile. I could imagine her innocent smile in reality, mirrored by her in-game character.

“I feel you’re with me in spirit, even through just text. The game really is a world where hearts connect.”

“I should’ve relied on you from the start. I got too stubborn…”

“It’s fine. Even if you shut yourself off, I’ll come to you.”

“Kazu! No, my beloved husband!” Her tone flipped from the cold Rin minutes ago. Having someone listen, purely being there, could heal a heart.

“I need to go home. And apologize to everyone.”

“Yeah. They’re all searching.”

“Thanks for finding me, Kazu. Marrying you was the happiest moment of my life.”

With that, Rin vanished from the screen. It felt like no big deal in the end.

“Was I… right?” I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. There was probably a better way to let Rinka push herself without collapsing, beyond snacks and letters—something more direct.

“This won’t do,” I muttered, realizing what I was to Rinka. Until now, I’d thought we were just gaming together, but this incident made it clear.

“My cool girlfriend thinks she’s my wife in reality too, huh.”