Chapter 4: What I Want to Cherish Now

Monday lunch break.

I pull some documents from my bag and leave the classroom. Normally, I’d head to the rooftop of the old student council building, but today, there’s somewhere else I need to go first.

I arrive at the student council room and knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Hearing President Minato’s voice, I step inside.

“Excuse me. I’m here to submit the report.”

“Oh, you came all the way here? Thank you.”

I hand the report to the president, who’s seated in a chair.

Now that I think about it, I could’ve just given it to the vice president.

But the vice president, probably because I asked her not to cover my lunch break activities, always seems to vanish from the hallways by the time lunch rolls around. She’s likely being considerate. …Maybe I should’ve handed it to her during a break instead.

“…Looks good. I’ll review the details later.”

After skimming the report, the president says this.

“One last thing—I’d like you to answer a question.”

The president shifts her gaze from the report to me.

“What do you think of Tennouji-san and Miyakojima-san?”

No explanation for the question is given.

But asking this now? It’s almost certainly tied to the election.

Are those two suitable to be student council president or not? …That’s not even worth agonizing over.

“Tennouji-san is, to me, the person I admire most. Noble, just, always aiming high… just chasing her back feels like something to be proud of. If Tennouji-san became student council president, I’m sure this academy would become a place where no one strays from the right path.”

Tennouji-san would surely be the ideal role model for Kiou Academy.

If she became president, the students here would take her back as a guiding light, living with greater integrity and seriousness. I’m certain of it.

“Narika is, to me, the person whose future I’m most excited about. The answers she comes up with are always unexpected, full of surprises… If she became president, I’m sure a fresh breeze would sweep through this academy.”

The person whose future I’m most excited for, and because of that, the one I want to see try harder than anyone else—that’s Narika to me. Compared to Tennouji-san, what she can do on her own might be smaller. But so what? In this world, it’s rare for anyone to achieve something alone.

If Narika became president, the academy’s future would surely take an unexpected leap forward. It’d be surprising for everyone, but in a good way, building a solid foundation for a great academy.

“…I see. I’ll take both into consideration.”

President Minato nods deeply.

“By the way, this isn’t related to the election, but what do you think of Konohana-san?”

“Konohana-san…”

It was asked so casually that I didn’t think I needed to overthink it, but even so, I found myself stumbling over my words.

What do I think of Hinako?

—The person I want to protect more than anyone.

That answer popped into my head instantly, but I couldn’t say it to President Minato. After all, Hinako is outwardly the perfect Ojou-sama, a girl who doesn’t need protecting.

“…A perfect person, I guess.”

“…I see.”

In the end, I gave a safe, bland response.

President Minato seems to mull it over for a moment but nods.

“I’ve received the report. …You haven’t had lunch yet, right? You should head back soon.”

“Yes. …Excuse me.”

I give a final bow and leave the student council room.

Hinako should be waiting on the rooftop of the old student council building. I’d better head there quickly.

◇

About ten minutes after Izuki left the student council room.

“Excuse me.”

The door is knocked, and the vice president enters.

“Hey, Vice President. Tomonari-kun just dropped off his report earlier.”

“Really? Let me take a look.”

The vice president shows interest, so Maki hands over the report that was submitted earlier.

In doing so, the vice president notices a jelly drink on the desk.

“…President, you’re having a jelly drink for lunch again, aren’t you?”

“Haha, sorry. Things are just busy right now.”

“You’re probably the only one in this academy drinking those.”

“Changing the world by defying convention—that’s the motto of the Rakuou Group, my family’s company.”

Maki says it with a dramatic flair, and the vice president lets out a ha of a sigh.

Then, the vice president silently reads Izuki’s report.

“…He’s quite humble, isn’t he?”

“Yeah. And serious, too. His schedule might seem plain at first glance, but from the way this is written, you can tell he finds it fulfilling.”

Cleaning, studying, exercising. The boy follows a remarkably diligent schedule, yet there’s no hint of boredom. If anything, the report conveys his satisfaction.

“The last line, in particular, is great.”

The vice president’s gaze shifts to the bottom of the report.

Izuki’s report concludes with this:

“His sincere attitude positively influences those around him. Seeing his efforts gives others a chance to reflect on themselves.”

The vice president reads the line and pauses to think.

“…He didn’t write this himself, did he?”

“Probably not. It says ‘he’ in the text. …And that’s what makes it so compelling, don’t you think? It shows the kind of character he has to inspire someone to feel this way about him.”

Whoever added this line must have wanted us to fully appreciate his efforts, Maki thinks.

They probably couldn’t stand the idea of Tomonari Izuki being underestimated.

There’s a sense of affection in it, something deeper than mere friendship.

“I also read the weekday coverage report you shared on Friday. For a transfer student, Izuki-kun seems to have adjusted to the academy remarkably well.”

“Yes. I heard he had some rough patches when he first transferred, but now he’s keeping up with classes and even getting relied on by classmates during PE.”

The vice president seems to have a favorable impression of Tomonari Izuki as well.

“Have you conducted interviews, too?”

“Yes. I actually came to submit those.”

The vice president hands Maki a stack of papers.

“I asked four classmates who seem close to him what kind of person he is. The results are written there—”

They asked Izuki’s classmates about him.

For example, Kita Yuusuke’s response:

“Uh, I’d say he’s an earnest, good-natured guy.”

Asahi Karen’s response:

“Hmm… a hardworking go-getter, surprisingly knowledgeable, and, like, a fun guy!”

Taishou Katsuya’s response:

“I think he’s tough on himself. Reliable and stubborn, too.”

And Suminoe Chika’s response:

“He comes off as gentle, but he’s surprisingly competitive. …That said, he often stands up for others, though I get the sense his self-esteem is a bit low.”

Suminoe Chika subtly pointed out a potential issue Izuki might have. Of course, her observation could be off, but either way, it’s clear he’s acting in ways that make even close acquaintances see him like this.

(…There are a few things I’d like to ask him about.)

Maki mutters softly and glances at the vice president.

“Thanks. I’ll take a look.”

Maki sets the interview papers aside.

“That’s about it for Tomonari-kun. …Have you seen the other two’s reports?”

“Oh, yes. I heard they were submitted this morning, so I stopped by the student council room during a break to read them.”

The submitted reports are placed in an accessible spot in the student council room, so everyone can read them at their convenience. The vice president must have made a point to visit during a short break to check them.

“Tennouji-san and Miyakojima-san have glowing reputations, don’t they?”

“Yes. Tennouji-san has always been well-regarded, and I heard Miyakojima-san has been getting along with her classmates since this year’s athletic festival. Before that, I was a bit worried…”

“Miyakojima-san’s the type to be misunderstood because of her appearance, probably. But now she’s got Tennouji-san and Konohana-san around her. …Those two wouldn’t let her hang out with bad influences. Even if she was okay with it, their families wouldn’t stay quiet.”

Maki’s family runs the Rakuou Group, one of the most prestigious names even in this academy.

So she knows. The friends of high-born heirs and heiresses are usually quietly investigated. No one wants their precious child, who might one day inherit the family legacy, to fall in with the wrong crowd.

The Konohana and Tennouji families have surely looked into Narika. And since their interactions have continued, both families must have deemed her acceptable. …Maki trusts their judgment. If Narika passed their scrutiny, her character must be trustworthy.

“Personally, I was more worried about Tennouji-san.”

“Tennouji-san…?”

The vice president tilts her head, puzzled.

Tennouji Mirei’s stellar academic record is a frequent topic even in the student council. The vice president seems baffled, wondering what could possibly be concerning about her.

But in truth, for this student council election, the person Maki was most uneasy about was none other than Tennouji Mirei.

“She seemed to have a strong rivalry with Konohana-san. Rumors about it even crossed grade levels. …I was afraid that, in the near future, this academy might split into Konohana and Tennouji factions, becoming bitter enemies.”

Both Konohana Hinako and Tennouji Mirei are charismatic and admirable. That’s exactly why, if their followers split into factions and started clashing, things could spiral out of control.

“…That’s a chilling possibility.”

“Yeah. I’m relieved it didn’t come to that.”

If it had, Kiou Academy would’ve turned into an unprecedented hellscape.

And if it escalated beyond the academy, becoming a feud between their families, it’d be an all-out war. A brutal money game between the Konohana Group and Tennouji Group, vying for control of the academy, wouldn’t be out of the question.

“Tennouji-san seems to have found a way to deal with her rivalry with Konohana-san.”

“It looks that way. From her report, she seems aware of a shift in her own mindset. …Wait, didn’t Miyakojima-san’s report mention something similar?”

Nice catch, Maki thinks.

She’d arrived at the same question herself.

“Actually, I noticed that this morning, too. During a break, I met with Tennouji-san and Miyakojima-san and asked them about their changes. They both said something similar.”

Why did they change?

Tennouji Mirei answered:

“Izuki-san changed me. I used to carry a mistaken burden, but… he set me straight.”

Miyakojima Narika answered:

“Well, Izuki changed me. Thanks to him, I think I’ve learned to trust others. …And that’s why I can talk to you like this now.”

Maki shares their responses with the vice president.

The vice president’s eyes widen.

“…So both of them changed because of Tomonari-san?”

“If you take their words at face value, that’s what it means.”

There’s probably no hidden meaning; it’s likely just as they said.

Neither Tennouji-san nor Miyakojima-san are the type to play games with their words.

And earlier, Maki had asked Izuki what he thought of the two of them.

Tennouji Mirei and Miyakojima Narika. Curious about how the person who changed them viewed them, she’d asked, but—

(…Tomonari-kun understands them well. The spark for their changes probably wasn’t just a coincidence.)

Looking at the line added to the end of the report, she feels the same way.

Tomonari Izuki must have a knack for inspiring change in those around him. At least in the environment of Kiou Academy, he’s playing that role successfully.

(…Though a small question lingers.)

At the very end, a tiny doubt remains.

When asked what he thought of Konohana Hinako—admittedly just a passing question—Izuki’s answer felt oddly shallow compared to his responses about the other two.

A perfect person. That was all he could muster, and it struck her as off.

Saying Konohana Hinako is perfect is something any student at Kiou Academy could say. For someone as sincere and diligent as Izuki, who often spends time with Hinako among his classmates, to give such a generic answer felt unnatural.

“It’s nice that they’re close, but…”

The vice president says it with a knowing tone.

“I get what you mean. If they can’t function without each other, that’s a problem. …Well, I guess the election period will bring that to light.”

For example—if Tomonari Izuki doesn’t make it through the election, and one of the two becomes president.

It’d be troublesome if the new president faltered because of Izuki’s absence.

Friendship is precious, but if it turns into dependency, it can hinder independence.

“By the way, President. On a separate note from Tomonari-san and the others, we’ve looked into that male student who was aiming for the treasurer position.”

The vice president shifts to another topic.

As Maki had mentioned earlier in response to Mirei’s question, the three candidates aren’t the only ones vying for student council roles. The vice president is referring to one of them—likely a male student with no connection to Izuki’s group, but—

“As you suspected, President, he was involved in bribery.”

“Figured. His sudden popularity seemed fishy. Honestly… buying people’s favor with bribes? What a naughty kid.”

Maki pulls a document from the desk drawer.

It’s the list of student council candidates. Taking a pen, she draws a line through one of the names.

“If only everyone had the kind of character Tomonari-kun and the others do. …As expected of the noble Tea Party Alliance members. Tennouji-san and Miyakojima-san are both squeaky clean, which is a relief.”

“Indeed. It made our investigation much easier.”

“Hey, hey, it’s not an investigation. Call it coverage.”

“Ah… my apologies.”

Maki gently corrects the vice president’s slip.

The student council is currently conducting coverage on the candidates, but there’s an unspoken motive behind it.

A background check.

It’s not that the coverage is a lie. The “A Peek into the Daily Lives of the Candidates” segment, devised by Maki, is genuinely planned to be created and released before the election period.

It’s just that, alongside the coverage, they’re digging into the candidates’ relationships, and if anything seems off, they dive into a more detailed investigation…

“Vice President, sorry to ask, but could you call Tomonari-kun to the student council room after school today?”

“I don’t mind, but…”

What’s it about? the vice president asks with her eyes.

“Just a quick chat. It might touch on some sensitive topics, so I’d like it to be just him and me for a bit.”

“Understood.”

◆

After school.

Guided by the vice president, I visit the student council room.

“I heard you wanted to talk…”

“Yeah. Have a seat.”

I sit on the sofa as prompted.

President Minato is the only one in the student council room. The vice president, who came with me, gives a slight bow and leaves. Since neither Tennouji-san nor Narika were called, it seems the president wants to talk one-on-one.

“I read your report alongside the vice president’s coverage. You’re diligent in class, and your home life paints the picture of an upstanding young man.”

“…Thank you.”

Holding the documents in one hand, President Minato offers words of praise.

But obviously, she didn’t call me here just to say that.

“I have two things I want to ask.”

President Minato holds up two fingers.

“First: Did something happen between you and Miyakojima-san?”

My heart skips a beat for a moment.

I didn’t expect to be called out on this here…

My relationship with President Minato is still new. For her to see through us means Narika and I might be acting more obviously than I thought.

I thought I was being careful, but…

“…I’m sorry, but I can’t answer that question. I’ll make sure it doesn’t affect the election.”

“Hmm, is it something you can’t discuss with me?”

“Yes.”

Well, it’s not exactly the kind of thing you’d consult the student council president about.

“…Got it. Then, the second question. This is the main one.”

President Minato continues, her expression serious.

“Do you have someone you can rely on?”

Not grasping the intent behind the question, I pause before responding.

“…What do you mean?”

“According to the vice president’s coverage, a lot of people rely on you. But I was curious about who you rely on.”

President Minato sets the documents on the desk.

“Student council work is, frankly, more emotional than you might expect.”

“Emotional…?”

“Yeah. …A lot of it is like counseling. Relationship issues, family pressures, that sort of thing.”

That’s a bit surprising.

This isn’t an ordinary school, after all. Kiou Academy is a gathering place for the children of the ultra-wealthy. I’d assumed the student council here would deal with weightier matters—like the academy’s finances or diplomatic affairs.

But apparently not.

“The students here have been raised with strict education from a young age. So they rarely need help with practical matters. That means the issues we, the student council, need to address are emotional ones. If you join the student council, you’ll face sensitive problems more often.”

President Minato explains carefully.

“From the other candidates’ coverage, it seems like you, Tomonari-kun, might be particularly good at untangling interpersonal issues. Several students said they changed because of you. …In that sense, I think you’re well-suited for the student council.”

There’s someone who’d give me such praise?

I’m honestly flattered.

“But if you join the student council, the number of people you’ll have to look out for will skyrocket. …I’m worried about whether your heart can handle it when that time comes. You seem like the type to take on too much. In fact, you didn’t even consult me about that first question…”

“That’s…”

I just thought it’d be weird to consult President Minato about it. What happened between Narika and me isn’t something I could casually share with just anyone.

No, but… then who would I consult? That’s what the president’s getting at, isn’t it?

Now that she mentions it, I really didn’t plan on consulting anyone.

“Judging by your performance in the Management Game, you’re pretty good at finding business partners. But when it comes to sharing your inner thoughts, I’m guessing you don’t have anyone, do you?”

“…That might be true.”

I can’t argue with that.

It’s true I don’t often confide in others. I never thought it was a bad thing, but there’s a difference between not consulting and being unable to consult.

Which one am I?

“This academy is full of students who bottle things up. You know that yourself, don’t you?”

I do…

Hinako, Tennouji-san, Narika—they’re all carrying heavy burdens.

“People struggling under their parents’ expectations, dealing with marriage-related troubles, or grappling with inferiority complexes because they can’t keep up academically… The worries of students at this academy are always heavy. Do you know what happens when you take on several of those burdens at once?”

I tried to imagine it, but I couldn’t picture anything concrete.

Shaking my head, I waited for her to explain.

President Minato opened her mouth.

“It’s like… it starts to wear you down. Your head gets all tangled up… You want to handle each issue one by one, but the problems come at you all at once. They’re delicate matters, so you can’t just say something careless, but if you’re too cautious, it takes too much time…”

President Minato spoke with a sigh.

“And then, before you know it, you end up saying something like, ‘Maybe the problem’s with you.’”

I let out a small “Ah…”

That’s definitely something you should never say.

Maybe, in some cases, the person’s own negligence is the cause of their troubles. But what President Minato’s talking about is when the person being confided in gets fed up with the hassle and pushes the other away with those words.

What would’ve happened if I’d said that to Hinako?

To Tennouji-san, to Narika… I don’t even want to think about it.

“I might be overstepping, but let me say this: the student council’s work can sometimes be emotionally draining. If possible, you should find someone you can talk to about anything.”

President Minato said with a gentle smile.

Since I’m aiming for a position of responsibility in the student council, I’d unconsciously assumed I’d always be the one others confided in. But I might not always be able to stay on that side.

“That’s all I wanted to say. Sorry for calling you out here.”

President Minato straightened her posture lightly.

“Any questions?”

“…Just one.”

It might not be something I should ask, but…

“That story earlier… was it based on a real example?”

At my question, President Minato gave a faint smile.

“No comment.”

◆

After leaving the student council room, I found myself wandering the school building aimlessly.

(…A confidant, huh?)

It felt like she’d hit a sore spot.

It’s probably not a fatal flaw she was pointing out. She did call it her “old lady concern,” so it’s more like she noticed something and felt compelled to mention it, rather than it being a major issue.

Still, when someone points out something so undeniable, I can’t just ignore it.

The consultant career I’m aiming for is, in essence, about being a confidant to clients. So I’ve been working hard to learn how to act as someone others can rely on. In the Management Game, I took on consultations from Narika, Asahi-san, and Taishou, and managed to guide them to solutions.

But maybe because I was so focused on that, I never even thought about who I could confide in.

Especially when it comes to personal matters, not work—I’d never given it any thought.

As I headed toward the classroom where Hinako was waiting, I kept thinking…

“I-Izuki!”

Narika’s voice called out from down the hallway.

Was she looking for me? Narika hurried over with quick steps.

Things are supposed to be a bit awkward between us right now… but it seems Narika’s too preoccupied to care.

“Narika, what’s wrong?”

“W-Well, there’s something I need to talk to you about.”

Narika seemed hesitant, like it was hard to say.

Have I ever gone to someone to confide like this…?

Somehow, Narika’s straightforwardness made me a little jealous.

“It’s, uh, kind of a sensitive topic, so please don’t tell anyone…”

“Got it. I promise.”

She looked genuinely troubled, so I nodded deeply.

Narika’s expression hardened with resolve, and she spoke.

“I-I got confessed to…! And I don’t know how to respond…!”

President Minato’s words flew right out of my head.

A confession? Who? …Narika?

So, someone confessed to Narika, and she’s struggling with how to answer?

“Y-You…”

My face twitched so hard I could feel it as I spoke.

“Of all people, you’re asking me about this…!?”

“B-But, I can only talk to you about something like this…!”

Even Narika, as bold as she is, seems to get how awkward it is to bring this up with me.

A love triangle just dropped out of nowhere. Someone likes Narika, but Narika just confessed to me not long ago…

I haven’t even responded to Narika’s confession yet, and now she’s asking me how to handle another confession…

“Ugh, ahh…”

“A-Are you okay, Izuki!? You’re making weird noises!”

“I’m fine… It’s just my brain feels like it’s about to implode…”

“Are you sure you’re okay!?”

The mental strain is so intense I can’t even form words properly. Even the toughest exams at Kiou Academy don’t tax my brain this much.

Calm down…

It’s a painful situation, but let’s sort it out step by step.

“…Is the person who confessed someone I know?”

For now, I want to understand the full scope of this love triangle.

But Narika’s face grew troubled at my question.

“…Sorry, I’d rather keep that private. It’s about their privacy, you know.”

Fair enough.

I nodded in understanding, but a certain someone popped into my mind.

(…Could it be Kita?)

If it’s someone I know who’d confess to Narika… it’s probably Kita. Ever since the sports festival, Kita’s been showing signs of being interested in her. I didn’t want to pry and make things awkward, so I pretended not to notice, but maybe the relaxed atmosphere after the Management Game gave him the push to confess.

“Did they clearly say they like you?”

“…They did.”

Narika nodded.

So there’s no chance of a misunderstanding.

The moment I considered Kita as the other corner of this love triangle, Narika’s predicament started to feel painfully real.

Confessing isn’t something you do lightly.

Especially not for students at Kiou Academy. With their futures more or less mapped out, they have less freedom in love. That means they’re likely to face all sorts of obstacles.

The scrutiny of parents, the expectations of their companies… You can’t pursue a relationship without being ready to face those.

Narika must feel the same way.

Against that kind of resolve, do I—someone who hasn’t even responded to her confession—have the right to advise her on this?

“…Sorry. I don’t think I can help with this.”

With a pang of shame, I apologized.

“I need to give you my answer first… I shouldn’t be the one you’re talking to about this.”

“Ugh… Yeah, you’re right.”

Maybe she sensed my feelings, because Narika nodded.

“B-But then, does that mean I have to deal with these feelings all by myself…?”

“No, look, I’m dealing with the same thing right now, okay…?”

“Oh, right… Because of me, you’re stuck with those feelings too…”

“Stop, stop! This is getting way too complicated!”

Why did a love triangle have to spring up at a time like this? …Not that I, as part of it, have any right to complain.

“Ugh… This is tough… Is love supposed to be this hard? I wish we could just settle it all with a kendo match or something…”

“What are you, a battle maniac? …If we did that, you’d just steamroll everyone.”

“…True.”

Narika calmed down a bit.

“Ugh… My stomach… It’s been hurting lately…”

“…Mine’s starting to hurt too.”

We both rubbed our stomachs in sync.

Is love supposed to come with this kind of stomachache…?

◆

A sleek black car pulled up in front of the Konohana family estate.

“Welcome back.”

As Hinako, Shizune-san, and I stepped out of the car, the gatekeepers bowed deeply in greeting. Among them was the man I’d sparred with the other day—the one who beat me in the first match. …I haven’t seen the bodyguards from the second and third matches since then. Could they have started another mountain retreat?

“Phew… I’m beat today too.”

Beside me, Hinako let her shoulders slump.

Glancing at her, I recalled what President Minato had said and the consultation Narika had sprung on me.

How do I really feel about Narika?

“…Izuki, something wrong?”

I suddenly noticed Hinako looking up at me with concern.

“You’ve got this serious look on your face…”

“…It’s nothing. Just lost in thought.”

For a moment, I wondered if I should confide in Hinako.

But something held me back. …Hinako’s someone I can rely on, no question. I know that. But even so, I don’t want to worry her like this.

I want Hinako to always feel at ease. She’s weighed down by the heavy responsibilities of her family, so at the very least, I want her to feel calm when I’m around.

That’s why… I won’t confide in her.

I’m Hinako’s caretaker, after all.

I don’t want to disrupt this dynamic.

“By the way, three days from now, there’s a social gathering for the Konohana Group.”

As we entered the estate, Shizune-san spoke up.

“Ojou-sama is scheduled to attend, so Izuki-san, you’ll be attending as well.”

“Understood. …Will it just be Konohana Group members this time?”

“It’ll be the Konohana Group and their affiliates. The event is hosted by Kagen-sama. We’re technically part of the hosting side, so please review proper etiquette and manners in advance to avoid any rudeness.”

I nodded again, confirming I understood.

From the guest list, it sounds like it’ll have a strong business vibe. I doubt academy acquaintances like Tennouji-san or Narika will be there.

My suits for social events are all freshly cleaned. My measurements haven’t changed much, so the fit should be fine, but I’ll try them on just to be safe.

“Head Maid.”

As we headed to our rooms, a maid approached Shizune-san from down the hallway.

“What is it?”

“Well…”

It seemed like an important matter, as Shizune-san’s expression grew stern while listening.

The maid bowed and retreated down the hallway.

“Shizune-san, is something wrong?”

“It seems the chef scheduled to cater the social gathering has fallen ill. We need to find a replacement immediately.”

Shizune-san placed a finger on her chin, deep in thought.

“…Izuki-san. Would Hirano-san already be back from school by now?”

“Huh? …Yes, I think so. It’s past dismissal time.”

I checked the time on my smartphone and nodded.

But to bring that up now—could it mean…?

“Let’s ask Hirano-san.”

Shizune-san said calmly.

◆

“Um… I’ll be in your care for the next three days.”

A few hours later, Yuri arrived at the estate’s entrance, a backpack slung over her shoulder, as Hinako, Shizune-san, and I waited.

Her usual confident demeanor was gone, replaced by a tense, stiff expression.

“As I explained over the phone, Hirano-san, you’ll be joining the catering staff for the social gathering in three days. The menu and ingredients have already been decided, so for the next three days, you’ll need to hone the necessary cooking skills. On the day of the event, you’ll likely be assisting the main team.”

Shizune-san reiterated the situation to Yuri.

I see. Since the ingredients and menu are set, the required skills are clear. Shizune-san must have judged that if Yuri can master those skills through intensive practice over the next three days, she’ll be able to contribute effectively as part of the catering staff.

“Any questions?”

“…None.”

Yuri shook her head at Shizune-san’s question.

But as I listened, I had a question, so I raised my hand.

“Three days… What about school for Yuri?”

“I’m taking time off.”

Yuri answered as if it were obvious.

“You probably know this, but corporate social gatherings like this attract all sorts of elite guests. Which means they’ve got ridiculously refined palates. …In a setting like that, you can’t serve half-baked dishes. Top-tier chefs spend days planning and perfecting the best possible menu. …Being invited to such a prestigious event means I’d skip school a hundred times over.”

Her words carried a palpable sense of determination.

At the same time, I felt a deep respect for her. The kitchen at a social gathering must be a major milestone for Yuri—a goal she’s been aiming for. Her fierce resolve to approach it with nothing less than full commitment was clear.

“No need to worry about school.”

Shizune-san looked at Yuri.

“I contacted Hirano-san’s homeroom teacher earlier and explained the situation. These three days will be treated as an approved absence.”

“Oh… Th-Thank you so much. You went that far for me…”

“It’s only natural, since we’re the ones making this sudden request.”

That’s Shizune-san for you.

Swift and thorough follow-through.

“…Sorry, can I ask just one thing?”

Yuri asked hesitantly.

“What is it?”

“Why was I chosen as the replacement?”

It was a perfectly reasonable question.

Shizune-san, with her usual serious demeanor, spoke.

“Because I judged you to be trustworthy, even in this situation.”

She continued.

“Since the summer break, you’ve been working in the kitchen on Saturdays and Sundays, and your approach to the job has been nothing short of exemplary. You pick up knowledge and skills quickly, and I’ve heard from other chefs that you’re already capable of handling not just prep work but also plating and seasoning. In fact, the few times you were tasked with seasoning, the results were delicious.”

Hinako and I have eaten some of Yuri’s dishes, including her seasoning, and they were fantastic. I’m pretty sure she even helped prototype some desserts for the menu.

“Given your proven ability… I thought this would be a perfect opportunity for you to experience a big stage. I’m looking forward to seeing you grow even further.”

Shizune-san spoke matter-of-factly.

Her tone was devoid of emotional flourish, but to me, it felt like a form of consideration. By emphasizing that Yuri was chosen not out of personal favor but because of her own hard-earned merits, Shizune-san was conveying that this was Yuri’s achievement.

Listening, Yuri pressed her lips together tightly.

Her hands were trembling slightly.

“Thank you… I’ll do my best!!”

“Your enthusiasm is reassuring. Until the day of the event, feel free to use the kitchen as you need. Don’t hesitate to use the ingredients either.”

As if anticipating Yuri’s drive, Shizune-san had already prepared an environment for her to practice.

“You’ve got this, Yuri. I’ll help with taste-testing as much as you need.”

“You said it.”

All I could probably do was taste-test—that’s what I thought when I spoke up, but seeing Yuri’s sly grin, I realized my mistake.

“I’ll have you taste-testing until your stomach bursts.”

“…Please, go easy on me.”

Thankfully, I hadn’t eaten dinner yet.

Besides… my brain had been all knotted up with overthinking, so emptying my head for a bit sounded just right.

“Konohana-san, can I count on you too?”

Yuri glanced over at Hinako.

“Yes, of course. I’m a light eater, so I’m not sure how much help I’ll be…”

Bet she was snacking on potato chips earlier.

◆

That night.

“Ugh… I ate too much.”

Sprawled out on my bed, I rubbed my stomach.

Normally, I’d be spending this time with Hinako. But she’d overdone it with Yuri’s prototypes too, and her stomach was feeling rough, so she’d retreated to her room early.

“I… can’t… take… any more…”

I could still picture Hinako in the dining hall, her face pale as she declared surrender.

Not that I was in much better shape.

Yuri was probably still practicing in the kitchen…

(…She did seem pretty nervous, didn’t she?)

When Yuri first arrived at the mansion, she was more on edge than I’d ever seen her.

No wonder. It was a sudden request, and a huge responsibility to boot.

Closing my eyes, all the thoughts I’d been putting off came flooding in, filling my head.

(Narika…)

I touched my cheek, thinking of a certain girl.

That kiss on the cheek had genuinely shocked me. But, surprisingly, I’d accepted it pretty easily. Maybe, deep down, I’d already sensed Narika’s feelings for me.

Since when, though?

When did Narika start liking me…?

It didn’t feel like it began when we teamed up for the Management Game. It was earlier… maybe even before I came to Kiou Academy.

If that’s the case… well, a lot of things start to make sense.

I remembered Narika’s indignant “That’s not fair!” when she found out I was living with the Konohana family. Maybe that line carried those kinds of feelings too.

Like when she played tennis with Hinako.

Or when I stayed over at the Miyakojima house after a long time.

All this time, Narika had been…

(…Am I getting too full of myself?)

Maybe I was being a bit too self-conscious.

Back then, I had a vague sense that she liked me, but whether that had grown into full-on romantic feelings in Narika’s heart, I couldn’t say.

Either way… for someone as shy with communication as Narika to make such a bold confession took some serious guts.

It probably took her way more courage than most people would need.

(I need to give her an answer…)

What kind of relationship did I want to build with Narika from now on?

What kind of… relationship…

…

…

“…ki.”

A voice reached my ears.

“…Izuki.”

The voice came again.

In the pleasant haze of drowsiness, I slowly opened my eyes.

“Izuki, wake up.”

“Huh…?”

Right in front of me was Yuri’s face.

“…Wha—Yuri…?”

I sat up, my groggy brain trying to process the situation.

Apparently, I’d fallen asleep without realizing it. I’d changed into my loungewear, but I hadn’t even brushed my teeth. Total lapse in guard.

I checked the clock. Two in the morning.

“…What’s up, coming here this late?”

When I asked, Yuri’s cheeks flushed faintly.

“…You said I could come by anytime, didn’t you?”

True, I did say that—

I recalled the time I’d ridden back with Yuri in the car. Wanting to offer her a place to relax, I’d told her she could use my room whenever she wanted.

But even if I said “anytime,” why show up at this hour?

And why was Yuri leaning over me, pinning me down like this?

Her serious expression seemed to say she wouldn’t let me escape. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin slightly sweaty, her voice a low whisper. Her nervousness was contagious, and I swallowed hard, my own nerves kicking in.

No way, was this… a late-night visit—?!

“Please, Izuki—help me!!”

Still straddling me, Yuri clasped her hands together and bowed her head.

I stared silently at her lowered head.

“I won’t make it in time for the real thing at this rate!”

Seeing her desperate expression, my head cleared instantly.

My sleepy brain snapped awake. Apparently, I’d been entertaining some ridiculous misunderstandings.

“So, I know you’re tired, but—”

“—Got it.”

I gently pushed Yuri off and slid out of bed.

Ignoring her blinking in surprise, I did a quick stretch.

“What do you need me to do?”

“Well, I need help with a bunch of stuff… but, wow, you’re not even mad about being woken up in the middle of the night?”

“You’re in a real pinch, right?”

“…Yeah.”

Yuri nodded, looking a little guilty.

If some stranger I didn’t know woke me up like this, I might’ve been annoyed. But this was Yuri.

She wouldn’t do something like this without a good reason.

“Thanks. You’re quick to get it, and that’s a lifesaver.”

Usually, I’m the one being helped.

Not just now—Yuri’s been looking out for me since way back.

If I could help her out, I’d shake off any sleepiness in a heartbeat.

“If I can be of help to you, Yuri, that makes me happy too.”

“—!? D-Don’t…! Stop saying heavy stuff like that…!!”

“It’s how I really feel, though.”

“Ugh, enough! Just get ready already!”

Her ears bright red, Yuri stormed out of the room.

If I was heading to the kitchen, I’d need something clean. I opened my closet, grabbed a pair of slacks and a shirt, changed quickly, and left the room.

Alongside Yuri, whose cheeks were still flushed, I headed to the kitchen.

“Did you ask Shizune-san where my room was?”

“Yeah. I thought I’d bring her a snack or something, so I asked in advance. But I ended up too busy to go, and you were asleep anyway…”

She might’ve knocked, but since the door wasn’t locked, she’d just walked in. Not like I’d be embarrassed about Yuri seeing me asleep at this point.

I usually study in my room on weekday nights, keeping the door unlocked in case Hinako stops by. Tonight, I’d just happened to crash early, but thanks to that, I wasn’t feeling too bad waking up.

“Alright, can you start with some prep work?”

“Got it.”

Once we reached the kitchen, Yuri quickly gave instructions.

I put on the apron she handed me and started prepping ingredients. I’d worked part-time at restaurants before, so I could handle prep work.

Next to me, Yuri was intently studying a menu written in her notebook.

“…I need to pick up the pace. The timing for the poêlé is still off. But I can’t sacrifice the skin’s texture…”

She seemed to be practicing fish dishes.

The ingredient was momiji-dai, a type of sea bream in season during autumn. Poêlé is a French cooking technique where you pan-fry the fish. Done right, the skin comes out crispy, and the flesh stays tender and juicy.

Studying etiquette had taught me bits of knowledge like this.

But cooking? That was beyond me.

I handed Yuri the prepped fish, and she immediately started cooking.

“You seem like you’re doing alright.”

Watching Yuri silently wield her knife, I couldn’t help but comment.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just that you looked nervous when you first got to the mansion.”

“Oh, that? Nah, I wasn’t nervous.”

Huh? I tilted my head.

She wasn’t nervous?

“I was fired up.”

Lighting the stove, Yuri said it.

“I still get to handle seasoning sometimes, but I’m mostly stuck on prep. This is my chance to maybe snag a higher spot. So for me, stepping in this time is a big deal—a real shot.”

Adjusting the flame, Yuri spoke.

I’d gotten it wrong. Yuri wasn’t nervous from the start.

She’d been trembling with ambition, not nerves. Probably from the moment Shizune-san told her about the substitute role, Yuri had been laser-focused on proving herself as a chef.

Hearing her resolve, I—slapped both my cheeks with my hands.

“…Alright!”

The loud smack made Yuri jump and look at me.

“W-What was that for…?”

“Just getting myself focused.”

Narika, what President Minato said… all the stuff I’d been mulling over in my head? I decided to set it aside for now.

First, I’d focus on what was right in front of me.

And—those worries? I’d figured out a way forward.

“I’ll share the menu for now. But I might tweak it, so just use it as a reference.”

“Isn’t the menu already set? Is it okay to make changes?”

“If it’s a good tweak, they’ll definitely go for it. The chefs here are that kind of people.”

Sounds like Yuri’s built some trust with the Konohana family’s chefs, in ways I didn’t even know.

So, there’s room for tweaks, huh…

“…I’ll check the guest list for the social event.”

“Guest list? Why… wait, you have access to that?”

“Just in case, I got the file from Shizune-san in advance.”

I’d planned to start on it tomorrow, but might as well get a head start.

“If I analyze stats like age, gender, and background, we might spot some trends, right? …Maybe check the timing for serving dishes too. If I can get data from past events…”

Cooking’s just another kind of business. Like in the Management Game, analyzing data should reveal something useful. Think of the event’s guests as a market—what kind of product would meet their needs?

I’d thought analyzing demand was pointless with a set menu, but if Yuri’s planning tweaks, that changes things.

I grabbed my laptop from my room and started analyzing.

“…You getting all intense like that? That’s why I’m so fired up.”

I caught Yuri’s quiet voice from behind, but didn’t quite hear it.

“Did you say something?”

“Nothing!”

When I turned, Yuri was staring at the frying pan, focused.

Her expression looked… almost like she was enjoying herself.

◆

Days flew by—interviews at the academy during the day, helping Yuri at night. Before I knew it, the day of the social event arrived.

The venue was a luxury hotel in Tokyo. They’d reserved a lavish, high-floor party room for the occasion. It was a standing buffet to encourage mingling, and by the time we arrived, the place was already buzzing with conversation.

Since Hinako and I couldn’t let anyone know we lived together, we entered separately. I came in with Shizune-san, waiting for Hinako, who was supposed to arrive with Kagen-san.

“Izuki…”

Hearing Hinako’s voice from behind, I turned.

She was wearing a pale green dress. Ojou-sama-mode Hinako radiated elegance, but her youthful features paired perfectly with pastel colors.

“Hinako, is that a new dress?”

“Yeah. It’s getting chilly, so I had it made with thicker fabric.”

Not “bought,” but “had it made.” Classic bourgeoisie.

Well, the suit I was wearing was courtesy of the Konohana family too.

“It looks good on you.”

“Hehe… You look good too, Izuki.”

Hinako gave a shy, happy smile.

With the season changing, we’d both updated our wardrobes. Even though we’re always together, moments like this make you notice the shifts.

“Alright… time to make the rounds, I guess.”

“Yeah, I’ll hang back and keep an eye out. If anything happens, I’ll be there in a flash.”

Hinako headed off to greet people, looking like it was a chore.

Usually, we’d split up like this, but—

“Izuki-san, please accompany Ojou-sama today.”

“Huh?”

Shizune-san, who’d been watching us, said something unexpected.

“Is that okay?”

“It’s fine. …You’ll understand once you start.”

I didn’t quite get it, but I followed her instructions and joined Hinako to make the rounds.

Men chatting with glasses in hand stopped talking the moment they saw Hinako, making space for both of us. It was a stark reminder of the special treatment Hinako received in high society—and the weight of responsibility that came with it.

“Hinako-chan, good evening.”

“Good evening.”

The man seemed to know Hinako from when she was little, greeting her casually.

“Oh, and you… could you be Tomonari-kun?”

The man looked at me and asked.

“Yes. Um, how do you know me…?”

“I heard from Kagen-san. He said his daughter Hinako and her friend Tomonari-kun would be attending together.”

So that’s what they’d been talking about…

I understood why Shizune-san said it was fine.

“I watched the Management Game. Your ideas went beyond the game’s scope—they were grounded in real-world vision. It wasn’t just that you were good at the game. I could tell you’ve been studying actual business.”

“…Thank you.”

I hadn’t expected to be praised for the Management Game here, and I thanked him, feeling oddly detached.

After some light chit-chat, Hinako and I moved on through the venue.

Everyone we greeted seemed to know who I was. I’d been told the Management Game had caught the business world’s attention, but its impact was bigger than I’d imagined.

So many people knew about me now…

It didn’t feel real. When did this happen…?

“Don’t zone out.”

As we finished another greeting and started walking again, someone called out.

I turned—and there was Kagen-san.

Shizune-san was behind him, giving a silent nod.

“Hold your head high. The person standing next to Hinako shouldn’t be staring at the floor.”

“S-Sorry.”

I must’ve been spacing out, unconsciously looking down.

“Um, Kagen-san. Why did you introduce me to everyone…”

“You achieved such impressive results in the Management Game. At this point, it’d be stranger if there wasn’t a connection between you and Hinako. …From now on, this level of closeness is just fine.”

With that, Kagen-san walks away.

“So, how was it?”

Shizune-san asks.

“How does it feel to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Ojou-sama and step into high society?”

I couldn’t answer her question right away.

My mind drifts back to when I first became Hinako’s caretaker… to that time when she was dining with executives from a shipbuilding company. Back then, maybe because of accumulated fatigue, Hinako decided to practice her “three-second rule” right in front of the executives, which completely soured the atmosphere of the dinner.

At that time, I wasn’t allowed to stand by Hinako’s side during the dinner. I couldn’t help her at all.

But this time, I’m constantly at Hinako’s side.

Right now, I’m able to stand next to her.

“…I don’t want this view to be something I only see today.”

With a surge of determination, I declare,

“Someday, I’ll become someone who belongs here as naturally as anyone else.”

“I’m rooting for you.”

Seemingly satisfied, Shizune-san follows after Kagen-san.

As I prepare to resume greeting others, I notice Hinako’s steps seem oddly awkward.

“Hinako?”

“…Ngh, mmm.”

Hinako’s face is bright red, and she’s looking down, clearly embarrassed.

Now that I think about it calmly, I might’ve said something pretty embarrassing myself. Just recalling it makes me feel awkward too, so I look into the distance to calm my heart.

“Hey, you two!”

A tall man in an elegant suit approaches from ahead.

It’s Takuma-san.

“Ugh…”

“Haha, Hinako, don’t drop your act just because I’m here, okay?”

Despite Hinako’s blatant rejection, Takuma-san doesn’t seem bothered at all.

“Izuki-kun, did you manage to greet everyone properly?”

“Yes, I think so…”

“Good, then.”

What does that mean? Is it somehow convenient for Takuma-san if I build connections with the people of the Konohana Group?

…Am I overthinking this?

When it’s Takuma-san, I can’t help but suspect there’s some ulterior motive. Maybe he was just genuinely praising me.

“By the way, take a look at that.”

Takuma-san points to the table nearby.

There, two men are exchanging greetings with an awkward air.

“Ah, oh, well, if it isn’t someone from Hamada Automotive…”

“H-Hello, Konohana Automotive… haha…”

Both are dripping with cold sweat, forcing strained smiles as they converse.

Cold sweat drips from my forehead too.

“Ugh, because of you, Izuki-kun, they’re stuck in this awkward situation.”

“My fault…!?”

“Of course! You’re the one who said during the Management Game that Hamada Automotive might be planning to acquire Konohana Automotive…”

I did say that…! I definitely said it…!

But that was just an analysis of Hamada Automotive within the game… wait a second.

“…Weren’t you the one controlling Hamada Automotive in the game, Takuma-san?”

“Now that you mention it, I was. Guess that makes us partners in crime, huh?”

Isn’t there some way to pin this entirely on Takuma-san?

“Well, half of that was a joke.”

“Half…?”

Not all of it…?

I glare at Takuma-san accusingly.

“It’s because it’s a game that it can be laughed off, but in reality, it wouldn’t be a joking matter.”

Suddenly, Takuma-san’s expression turns serious as he speaks.

“Even if you think you’ve made the best move, sometimes you end up creating unexpected enemies. …What do you think you should do in those situations?”

His eyes test me as he looks my way.

A thought experiment begins—if this incident had actually happened in reality.

If my actions created an enemy, it might be better not to act recklessly on my own. In that case, what I should do is—

“I’d rely on someone like you, Takuma-san.”

“That’s the right answer.”

Takuma-san nods, clearly pleased.

“Keep that mindset and learn how to win people over too.”

“Win people over…?”

“The circle of people is always in motion. If you understand that, you can learn to control it.”

With that, Takuma-san moves off somewhere else.

The circle of people is in motion. It’s an abstract phrase… but for some reason, I feel like I understand what he means.

Talking with Takuma-san often leaves me with these moments of inexplicable clarity. Maybe our sensibilities are similar?

“Mmm…”

Glancing to my side, I see Hinako puffing out her cheeks, looking distinctly displeased.

“…Hinako?”

“Not him… rely on me.”

She tugs at the hem of my suit as she speaks.

Seeing her like that, I let out a small chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re right. …I’ll do that.”

I don’t want to trouble Hinako too much, but since Takuma-san gives off this unsettling, unfathomable vibe, if that situation really happened in real life, I might actually turn to Hinako for help.

“We’ve gone through most of the greetings, so shall we grab something to eat while we can?”

“Yep!”

Hinako, subtly dropping her act within a range that won’t draw attention, heads with me toward the table where the food is being served. In high society, greetings can keep you so busy you barely get to eat, but it looks like we’ll be fine this time. Since most of the attendees are connected to the Konohana Group, many are already familiar to Hinako, allowing her to keep greetings short.

I pick up a plate and look at the array of dishes.

Among them is a pan-fried red snapper.

“This is the dish Yuri made, right?”

Together with Hinako, I place some of the red snapper on my plate and take a bite.

“…It’s delicious, isn’t it?”

“Yep. …This is really delicious.”

It’s not just my taste buds being fooled—Hinako gives it high praise too.

Glancing around the venue, I notice others eating the red snapper as well. They take a casual bite, then their eyes widen slightly, and they focus intently on their food.

The response is positive. Yuri’s cooking is earning everyone’s approval.

And this flavor… I know because I helped out, but this wasn’t part of the original menu—it’s something Yuri arranged herself. Her trial-and-error paid off, and it was adopted.

“Seeing this makes me feel kinda proud.”

“…Being praised so openly feels a bit embarrassing.”

As I gaze fondly at the people enjoying their meals, a voice calls out from behind.

“Yuri—”

Calling out her name, I freeze instinctively.

Yuri is wearing a beautiful dress. It’s black, simple yet refined, giving her an air of maturity unlike her usual self.

“Yuri, that outfit…”

“The head chef was kind enough to arrange it. …I told them I didn’t need it, though.”

She says that, but Yuri doesn’t seem entirely displeased. She’s a bit flustered by the unfamiliar attire, but she’s probably happy to wear such a beautiful dress. …I get that feeling. Since becoming a caretaker, I’ve had chances to wear high-end clothes, and I often feel a mix of nerves and excitement.

So, I know the kind of words that feel good to hear in moments like this.

“It looks good on you.”

“Uh… r-really? I’m not too confident about it.”

For Yuri, she’s unusually lacking in confidence.

“Well… thanks.”

Yuri looks away, her profile flushed red.

Hinako, smiling gently, adds,

“It really does suit you.”

“Thanks. …Hearing it from Konohana-san makes me feel reassured.”

Hold on.

Trust my words too.

“Are you done with work?”

“There’s still cleanup, but until then, I’ve got nothing to do. They told me to go check on how the guests are doing.”

They’ve probably gotten past the busiest part and have some breathing room now. Knowing Yuri, she’d have kept working her hardest, but the head chef likely made up an excuse to give her a break.

Once again, we look at the adults eating the food.

“Yuri, you nailed it.”

“Heck yeah—how’s that for skill!”

Yuri grins happily.

I’m tempted to high-five her right now, but making too much noise might give Hinako a bad impression from those around us. Reluctantly, I hold back.

“Did you make this dish?”

Suddenly, a man nearby addresses Yuri.

He must’ve overheard our conversation.

“Ah… yes. My name’s Hirano.”

“How old are you?”

“Seventeen.”

For a moment, the man looks surprised. …Well, Yuri’s pretty short, so he might’ve thought she was the daughter of someone in the Konohana Group.

“My apologies for not introducing myself sooner. I’m with this establishment.”

The man hands Yuri a business card with practiced ease. I only catch a glimpse, but it seems to indicate he’s the owner of a restaurant. Getting handed a card out of nowhere on the street might raise suspicions, but this is the Konohana Group’s social event—no need to worry about false identities here.

“Th-This place… isn’t that the three-star…?”

Taking the card, Yuri’s eyes widen in shock as the man nods.

He’s apparently the owner of a very famous restaurant.

“Hirano-san, would you consider working at my restaurant? With your talent, you could become a chef in ten years with proper training. If needed, you could even study in Europe.”

The word “chef” is sometimes used interchangeably with “cook,” but that’s not entirely accurate. In the culinary world, a chef is the head of the kitchen, the executive chef—a position typically held by only one person per restaurant.

Yuri handled French cuisine this time. Given that he sees potential in her skills, this man’s restaurant is likely French as well, so it’s no surprise he’d have connections to Europe, the heart of the cuisine.

This is—pretty incredible, isn’t it?

A path to success as a chef has just opened up for her, hasn’t it?

“Thank you for the incredibly generous offer.”

Yuri bows deeply.

I expected her to be openly thrilled, but her reaction is calmer than I thought. In fact, there’s a faint trace of unease in her eyes, as if she’s concerned about something.

“But I have one question. …If I accept your offer, would I be exclusively tied to your restaurant?”

“Well, yes. My restaurant isn’t always hiring. If you accept this offer, you’d start working and living at the restaurant next month.”

The owner states it matter-of-factly. He doesn’t say it outright, but the vibe suggests she might even have to quit school.

Yuri knew. She knew this wasn’t an offer to accept lightly. Sure, it’s an ideal path for a chef. But the sacrifices are too great.

In Yuri’s case, it’s not just school she’d be giving up.

“I’m currently helping out at my family’s restaurant as well. Would it be possible to do both…?”

At Yuri’s question, the owner pauses to think before answering.

“That would be difficult. If we’re hiring you, we don’t want to train you half-heartedly.”

There’s a sense of pride in his tone.

He’s not just looking to hire her. Seeing her potential, he’s determined to take responsibility and train her into a top-tier chef.

It’s a generous offer, but… abandoning her family’s restaurant would be a tough choice for Yuri.

Yuri’s dream is to turn her family’s diner into a nationwide chain. Leaving it behind, even for training, would be putting the cart before the horse.

(…What’ll she do?)

Right now, Yuri must see two paths in her mind.

One is to continue training at her family’s diner and with the Konohana household, eventually becoming a chef at Hiramaru Diner.

The other is to work for this man and become a chef at a top-tier restaurant.

Watching Yuri waver between the two, I’m reminded of my own situation.

Who should I support—Tennouji-san or Narika?

The moment Narika declared she’d run for student council president, that question flashed through my mind. I still haven’t found an answer, and I’ve been pushing it aside ever since.

If it were Yuri…

What kind of answer would Yuri give?

I watch her nervously.

Finally, Yuri speaks.

“I’m sorry. ————That’s just not possible!”

The owner looks shocked as Yuri bows her head. He probably didn’t expect to be turned down so quickly. Of course, Hinako and I, watching from the sidelines, are just as surprised.

But Yuri quickly raises her head and continues.

“Um, please let me negotiate! I really don’t want to leave my family’s restaurant…”

“Hmm, even if you say that…”

“Come to my restaurant just once, please!”

Despite the owner’s reluctant response, Yuri makes a proposal.

“Our food is delicious, you know? It’s a diner, so it’s a different style from your restaurant, but I’m confident in our cooking skills. …If your concern is not wanting to train me half-heartedly, then if my restaurant’s level is high enough, that shouldn’t be an issue, right!?”

“Well…”

That’s true—the owner must think so too.

If Yuri can balance working at Hiramaru and training at his restaurant without her skills stagnating, there’s no need for her to be exclusive.

“I can vouch for Hirano-san’s skills as well.”

Hinako, who’s been listening, chimes in.

“I understand this offer is based on her potential, but Hirano-san has been training with the Konohana household for less than half a year. In other words, the majority of her skill comes from what she’s already honed at her family’s restaurant.”

The words of Konohana Hinako, the Ojou-sama of the Konohana family, resonate with the owner.

“I recommend visiting her restaurant at least once. …I’m sure you won’t regret it.”

“…Alright, Hirano-san, could you share the address?”

Yuri quickly pulls out a notepad she uses for work, writes down the address, and hands it to the owner. He takes the note, promises, “I’ll definitely visit,” and walks away.

Initially, he refused the idea of part-time work, saying he didn’t want to train her half-heartedly… but there’s probably a simpler reason too. The more serious a restaurant is, the more likely they are to prohibit side jobs. It’s obvious who’s easier to rely on: someone working at the restaurant every day or someone only there half the week.

Still, Yuri sought a third path. She implicitly conveyed that even with half the hours, she’d prove herself a valuable asset.

And she made that decision in an instant.

“Konohana-san… thanks for the backup.”

“No, I just said what I truly thought.”

Hinako smiles warmly at Yuri’s gratitude.

The two share a friendly laugh, and after a moment, Yuri turns to me.

“…What’s with that face, Izuki?”

“No, I’m just amazed you could say something like that so clearly…”

I’m not sure what expression I’m making, but it’s probably one of sheer shock.

Yuri, seemingly confused about why I’m so surprised, tilts her head slightly and—

“I mean, you can’t choose what you can’t choose, right?”

She says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

For a moment, I’m stunned, but then I can’t hold back my laughter.

“Yuri, you really are the strongest.”

That’s right. It’s always been like that.

Hirano Yuri has been the strongest since the moment we met.

Didn’t she just say it the other day? That she puts herself first. That she’s greedy. —Yuri has this relentless, greedy drive for her goals.

What a refreshing way to live. I genuinely feel jealous.

“…Yuri, actually, I have something I’d like to talk about. It’s getting late, but could you make some time today?”

“Sure, but can’t we talk about it now?”

“Well, I’d prefer to talk one-on-one if possible.”

The moment I say that—Hinako, standing next to me, whips her head around at lightning speed, her bloodshot eyes locking onto my face with an intense stare.

Whoa, that’s creepy!

“T-T-Tomonari-kun…? Wh-Wh-What’s… this all about…?”

“Huh? Well, it’s kinda hard to explain…”

Why am I so shaken up like this?

As I stood there bewildered, Yuri let out a sharp “Hmph” and smirked.

“What a short-lived friendship, huh.”

Hinako’s face twisted into the scariest expression I’d ever seen.

Huh…? What’s going on…? Are they fighting or something…?

◆

After the social event wrapped up, I started helping the Konohana family’s staff clean up the venue, while Yuri pitched in at the kitchen. Exhausted from her performance, Hinako headed back to the mansion with Shizune-san first, and I was set to return later with the other staff by car.

I finished my cleanup early and left the venue to talk with Yuri. My usual hard work paid off, as the other staff happily agreed to let me go.

I waited for a bit at a space on the hotel’s second floor with tables and chairs, and soon Yuri showed up. But neither of us felt like sitting down for a serious chat, so we ended up talking by the open atrium overlooking the first-floor lobby.

“So, um… what’s this about…?”

Yuri asked, fidgeting restlessly.

I looked straight at her and opened my mouth.

“The thing is, I’m kinda in a bind—”

“Yup, called it! I knew it’d be something like that!”

Yuri said with a sigh.

“Uh, Yuri…?”

“Hang on a sec. I’m texting Konohana-san right now to clear up the misunderstanding.”

She spoke while tapping away at her smartphone.

Misunderstanding…? What’s she talking about…?

After a moment, Yuri slipped her phone back into her pocket.

“…So, what’s got you in a bind?”

I wasn’t sure what was going on, but it seemed she was ready to hear me out.

Relieved, I got straight to the point.

“…Recently, a girl confessed to me.”

“No way!?”

Yuri’s eyes went wide with shock.

“Is it really that surprising?”

“Of course it is! You might be numb to it, but we’re talking about a Kiou Academy student, right!? That means a purebred, genuine Ojou-sama confessed to you! It’s like the ultimate rags-to-riches story!!”

Oh, right… that makes sense.

Now that I think about it, for someone like me—a struggling student just a year ago—to be confessed to by a Kiou Academy Ojou-sama is pretty wild.

“Wait a sec, you lied to me, didn’t you?”

“Huh?”

“When we rode back together in the car, you said you’d been getting more attention from girls but nothing special had happened, right?”

“Oh, uh… back then, I wasn’t quite ready to talk about it…”

“I could tell you were stressing over something afterward, but I never would’ve guessed it was connected to this.”

She’d noticed I was troubled by something, but she hadn’t realized it was tied to a love confession from my time at Kiou Academy, which was already in the past.

“Wait… who is it!? Could it be someone I know…!?”

“…Sorry, I’d rather keep that private for her sake.”

I’d asked Narika the same thing when she came to me for advice, and she’d kept it secret for similar reasons. Now that I’m in her shoes, I totally get how she felt.

Especially since Yuri knows Narika, I hesitated to name her here.

“…Huh? Wait, hold on, so this consultation…”

Yuri, who’d been all worked up, started to calm down, but then she looked intensely confused for some reason.

“So… I-Izuki, are you… going to accept that confession…?”

Her eyes wavered with anxiety as she asked.

But that was exactly what I was struggling with.

“…That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

What I wanted to talk about wasn’t how to accept or reject the confession, but how to even approach it in the first place.

“Ughhh…”

Yuri turned her back to me, pacing restlessly while clutching her head.

She seemed to be wrestling with something, just like me. Like she was torn between her own emotions and the responsibility of responding to me…

“Argh, fine!!”

Finally, Yuri let out a loud yell.

Her eyes, now steadying as she caught her breath, burned with resolve.

“I’ll help you out with this, okay!! I’m your Onee-san, after all!!”

“Uh, thanks…?”

I thanked her, a bit startled by her half-desperate declaration.

“First! Tell me why you’re so torn up about this!”

She pointed at me sharply and demanded.

But I… I couldn’t even answer that.

“What, you can’t even answer that?”

I gave a small nod to her words.

It hit me when she pointed it out. I hadn’t sorted out a single one of my feelings yet. —Am I really this pathetic?

All I could do was hang my head, and Yuri let out a soft sigh.

“Did you feel annoyed or bothered by her confession?”

“…Not at all.”

“Okay, do you think you’d be happy if you dated her?”

“…Yeah, I think so.”

There’s no way I’d feel annoyed, and I’m sure I’d be happy with her.

That’s exactly why I’m so torn.

“Do you… like her?”

I thought for a moment before answering.

“…Yeah, I like her.”

For a split second—Yuri looked devastated.

“But… I don’t think my feelings are as strong as hers.”

Yuri’s eyes widened.

And me… saying it out loud made something click.

That’s it.

That’s what’s been eating at me.

“I like her, but I don’t have the confidence to love her as purely and fully as she deserves.”

My dilemma took shape, spilling from my lips.

Yuri listened intently, thinking it over seriously.

“Not confident in loving her purely… you mean you’d get distracted by other girls?”

“No, not like that… more like I’d get caught up in other thoughts.”

It’s not about being tempted by other people.

It’s that I feel like my focus would drift to other things.

“…What’s the most important thing to you right now?”

The thing I want to prioritize most.

That would be…

“…Winning the student council election. Studying to become a consultant. Becoming someone who can support everyone… and standing proudly by their side one day.”

“That’s a lot…”

Yuri said quietly.

“…And you’re serious about all of it, aren’t you?”

Her voice carried a hint of something deeper, almost like resignation, as if she was saying, Well, that figures.

“Just be honest and say that.”

She spoke as if it was the only option.

“I bet that’s exactly what she loves about you. So I think she’ll understand.”

“…Is that okay? To be so vague like this?”

“If it was some shallow, love-at-first-sight thing, maybe it wouldn’t get through. But if you’re as charming as I know you are, it’s probably someone who’s spent real time with you, right? Then it’ll get through.”

Well, yeah, it’s not like I got confessed to out of nowhere…

Yuri might be right. It could be wishful thinking, but I feel like Narika… she’d understand.

“But understanding and forgiving are two different things.”

Yuri looked me straight in the eyes as she said it.

“Your answer means you’re prioritizing your goals over her feelings. Don’t expect everything to just magically work out.”

“…Yeah, you’re right.”

I might hurt her.

She might end up hating me.

I have to carry that uncertainty.

“If it were you hearing that…”

“…What would you do?”

Yuri hesitated for a moment but then spoke.

“First, I’d slug you.”

That’s harsh.

“Then I’d give you a good slap.”

A follow-up attack, no less.

“And then I’d hurl every insult I could think of at you…”

Mental attacks too, huh.

“And then…”

With a faint, trembling breath, Yuri continued.

“And then… I’d go home… and cry my eyes out…”

Her voice quivered.

“…I see.”

I might make Narika feel that way.

I could still back out now.

But…

“…Even so, right now, I have things I want to do.”

Wanting to avoid hurting someone can sometimes turn into self-indulgent overthinking, beyond genuine care.

Narika’s an amazing woman. A classmate I respect as a person.

That’s exactly why I don’t want to be her boyfriend out of some half-hearted self-satisfaction.

If I’m going to do this—I want to date her openly, proudly, with nothing holding me back, for as long as we’re together.

Throwing away my ambitions for Narika’s sake would be an insult to her.

“…I see.”

Yuri gave a quiet nod at my response.

“Is that all for the consultation?”

“Yeah. …Thanks, Yuri. You really helped.”

Yuri flashed a wry, what-a-handful smile. No matter what I chose, she was genuinely happy for me, like it was her own victory, just because I could move forward.

Down at the first-floor lobby, the Konohana staff were heading out of the hotel. The venue cleanup must be done. I’d need to join them soon.

“…I’m pretty pathetic, huh.”

The truth in my heart slipped out.

“Talking with you made me realize… I’m the kind of guy who overthinks everything like this.”

And—because I don’t want others to see that pathetic side of me, I’m bad at asking for advice.

I didn’t want to admit my weaknesses, so I avoided opening up. That’s how small-minded I am.

But even so—

“Oh, come on, you’ve always been an overthinker.”

Yuri said it so casually.

I’d half-expected that response, and it made me chuckle.

Yeah, of course.

Yuri’s the one person… the only person I can talk to about anything.

To me, Yuri is—the most dependable person I know.

The easiest to talk to, the most trustworthy. The strongest, the unbeatable, the one who’s always there to back me up like it’s the most natural thing in the world… that’s the kind of girl she is.

“I’d be really glad if you keep helping me out.”

“I’ll always have your back.”

Yuri said with a dependable grin.

“Because I’m your Onee-san, after all.”

◇

After our talk, Izuki joined the Konohana staff and headed back to the mansion.

Yuri was set to join the kitchen crew and get a ride home, but the kitchen cleanup wasn’t done yet. She thought about jumping in to help, but then remembered the head chef saying, “We’ll handle the rest, Hirano-san, you can take a break.” The chef seemed to feel bad about her sudden stand-in role, and rejecting his kindness might make him feel worse, so Yuri decided to wait a bit longer.

“…Onee-san, huh.”

She recalled the words she’d said to Izuki earlier.

Izuki’s consultation was no big deal… just a run-of-the-mill love problem.

Really, no big deal. The kind of thing you’d go through multiple times just living life…

But she never expected Izuki to come to her with it.

(Maybe I’m pushing it too far)

Onee-san, huh. —Those words, repeated hundreds of times, had become nothing more than a front for Yuri. Izuki probably hadn’t noticed yet, but it was only a matter of time before he did.

Seeing him as a rival to beat—

Thinking of him as someone she liked—

She couldn’t keep playing the Onee-san to someone like that.

“…Ugh.”

As night turned to midnight, the hallway lights dimmed, and Yuri gazed at the hotel’s now-darkened scenery.

She remembered something Izuki had said before.

—Yuri might be greedy, sure… but in the end, she’s got that kindness that makes her give in.

He was probably right.

If she were truly selfish, she could’ve just told him to ditch the girl during this love talk. But she couldn’t. In the end, all she could do was give honest advice, coaxing out Izuki’s true feelings.

It looked like Izuki would turn down the confession, but that didn’t mean she could relax.

Because she’d realized it.

Without meaning to—she’d figured it out.

(…If I confessed, I’d probably get the same answer.)

She was shocked when she heard he’d been confessed to, and when Izuki said he liked the girl, her heart squeezed with a lonely pang.

When he decided not to date her, she felt a small spark of joy.

But… at the same time, she understood.

It’d probably be the same for her.

If she confessed now… Izuki would give her the same answer.

“…Don’t cry, Yuri. …It’s not like you got rejected or anything…”

Her vision blurred on its own.

She couldn’t cry yet. She couldn’t let herself be sad yet.

Don’t act like you’ve been rejected.

Right now… the only one with the right to cry is the girl who confessed to Izuki.

“Argh!!”

She shouted to shake off the haze in her heart. Her voice echoed louder than she expected, but she didn’t have the energy to care.

(In the end… my eye for people was spot-on, wasn’t it?)

She had one thing to say to the girl who confessed to Izuki.

I called dibs on him first—

Not that it’s something to brag about.

――Let’s think positively.

How will the girl who confessed to Izuki react when she hears the answer he came to this time? She might end up giving up on him.

If that’s the case――one less rival to deal with.

If I were in that girl’s shoes, I’d probably do exactly what I told Izuki earlier: sock him with a punch, slap him across the face, hurl every insult in the book at him, and then go home and cry my eyes out…

But even then, I’d never give up.

Because Izuki’s answer was, as expected, so very him.

(…I won’t back down.)

This is the one thing I won’t yield on. I firmly reject the words Izuki said earlier, the ones I recalled just now.

I’ll show him what I’m made of. I’ll prove to him that Hirano Yuri has things she’ll never give up on――

“――Alright!!”

I slapped both cheeks to psych myself up. I realized that even if I’d been the one rejected this time, I wouldn’t give up. If that’s the case, there’s no reason to feel down.

Maybe I was just a tiny bit jealous. Jealous that someone else confessed to him before me.

And maybe I felt a slight twinge of guilt. Like I’d stolen a piece of the answer meant for her confession, even though I haven’t confessed myself.

(…It’s not Konohana-san and the others, right?)

When I think of female students at Kiou Academy who like Izuki, a few names come to mind.

Recalling the conversations at the social event earlier, Yuri figured it probably wasn’t Hinako who confessed, at least. That leaves the blonde girl with vertical curls who’s kind of a quirky Ojou-sama, or the cool, samurai-like Ojou-sama… though it could just as easily be some other student.

(Does Konohana-san know about this…?)

Should I tell her?

No… I probably shouldn’t say anything careless.

Everyone says she’s perfect, but despite appearances, she’s got a delicate heart. Hearing about this might throw her off balance.

We’ve both gone and fallen for one heck of a guy, haven’t we…?

I let out a sigh without meaning to.

“…I can’t let myself lose.”

The poor, kindhearted childhood friend who used to live nearby… before I knew it, he’d grown into a charming young man who’s caught the eye of all sorts of Ojou-sama.

No way, that’s not fair, a part of my heart grumbled…

But at the same time, I couldn’t help feeling proud of him.