Chapter 4

 

Himeno After 1

On the way back to the dorm, I walk slowly along a mountain path with few streetlights. The surroundings are dark, and the rustling of leaves from the forest makes me feel uneasy as I reflect on what happened after Himeka-san left.

“It didn’t work out, did it…”

Muttering just that, Himeno switched to a cheerful demeanor, saying, “Oh well!” as if brushing it off.

She efficiently handled the cleanup at the shop, apologized to the master without causing concern, and smoothly completed everything before leaving.

Her work, her spirit—everything seemed flawless. Her actions suggested there was nothing to worry about, and that’s all it appeared to be. But it absolutely wasn’t. No matter how eloquently she explained herself, no matter how dazzling her smile, no matter how straight she stood with her chest puffed out, I could see the fragile, delicate strength—like a slender branch on the verge of winter, supporting a withered fruit—her vulnerability, her frailty, her earnestness.

It was obvious that Himeno was putting on a brave front. That’s exactly why the words she spoke after Himeka-san left the shop were so suffocating to recall, making my breath catch in my throat.

“Riku, you don’t have to worry about me! Like I said before, I asked you not to go out on the day of the accident, so my mother won’t die. As long as she’s alive, we’ll surely reconcile one day, so it’s fine!”

There’s no way that could be her true feelings.

“More importantly, let’s work hard on the assignment, Riku! We can’t let those two vixen cats beat us over something like this! Let’s make the fair a success tomorrow too, okay?”

Those parting words were nothing but a message of “Don’t worry about me.”

I look up at the sky. In the clear mountain air, gazing at a sky full of stars should fill my chest with awe, but my mood doesn’t lift at all. The stars only seem to twinkle faintly, lonely, as they did once before, making me feel even more stifled, and I lower my gaze.

Himeno will probably do her job properly, and it won’t affect her exams. She says she’s fine, so there’s nothing I need to do. But I clench my teeth hard, desperately wanting to do something.

I can’t do anything, though. Not just because of the cowardly excuse that I’m not a game protagonist and would only fail, but even as a game protagonist, I can’t think of anything. Up until now, even if I kept failing, I could at least come up with plans. But now, I can’t even do that.

It’s probably impossible. Himeno wants to inherit the family legacy, and Himeka-san doesn’t want her to. Because they love each other, neither can compromise, and their paths remain parallel, never meeting.

My experience and instincts as Riku tell me it’s impossible to change their minds. And above all, for some unknown reason, even the pure protagonist’s plans failed. If even the game’s perfect plans crumbled, there’s nothing I can do.

“I can’t do anything, huh…”

Overwhelmed by helplessness, my strength drains, and I stop in my tracks. After a while, I resume my slow walk back to the dorm.

＊＊＊

The cassata fair the next day is bustling as well. Even at three in the afternoon, amid the hustle and bustle, Himeno shows no sign of panic, skillfully handling numerous customers. She never drops her composed smile, and when she returns to the kitchen for food or drinks, she cracks a joke, earning a chuckle.

She’s the ideal employee, and I should want to watch her like this, but it’s painful, and I avert my gaze. It’s not just me—even the master, who doesn’t know the full story, feels the same. Even among customers who shouldn’t know anything, a few cast worried glances, sensing something.

It’s only natural for her fragile emotions to show. She kept striving, desperate to be loved, despite her mother’s cold treatment. Even after her mother’s death, she worked herself to the bone to become a daughter she could be proud of. A miracle let her return to the past, finally able to show her growth, but it only caused pain. She looked forward to that one moment of praise with sparkling eyes, but even that was denied. It’s strange that she can hide such fleeting fragility and act so bravely.

“Alright, Riku, I’m heading to the kitchen, so take care of the floor! I’ll be back as soon as I can, so don’t worry, okay?”

Every time I hear Himeno’s voice, it’s like light gathered through a magnifying glass, scorching me bit by bit, making my emotions surge.

What’s that supposed to mean? Am I just supposed to leave Himeno in this state? Am I really supposed to do nothing?

I bite my lip to stop the fire that’s slowly spreading inside me.

I know I shouldn’t do anything.

Himeno is acting bravely so no one worries or is burdened. Me doing something for her isn’t what she wants.

If things continue like this, she’ll likely take first place in the special assignment. If I do nothing for her, maybe she’ll realize I’m not the game protagonist who always saves the heroine, that I’m not the game’s Minato Riku.

So I should do nothing. Doing nothing is the only correct choice, and failing by doing something isn’t allowed.

I know. I know, but…

“Onii-chan!”

A cheerful voice calls out, waving as she enters the shop—it’s the girl we met while handing out flyers with Himeno.

“Sorry, it’s so lively today…”

Her mother comes in late, bowing slightly.

“No, no, we’re thrilled you came. Let me guide you to your seats.”

“Yay!”

As I lead them to an empty table, before I can ask for their order, the girl raises her hand.

“Treasure, please!!”

Her sparkling eyes, brimming with excitement and anticipation of praise, overlap with Himeno’s, and—

“Two treasures, an orange juice, and a coffee, please.”

The mother’s happy smile, filled with love for her child, contrasts sharply with Himeka-san’s icy expression, making my chest ache.

“Thank you, Mama!”

“It’s fine. You’re always working hard, so you can be a little more selfish, you know.”

“Ehehe, I love you, Mama!”

The warmth between this parent and child is heartwarming. It’s a warmth so intense it could unintentionally hurt someone.

That’s why I can’t let Himeno see this. But I can’t stop it, and Himeno, entering the floor, meets them.

“Oh, you came! I’ll bring it right away, so wait just a bit!”

The girl stands up, thrilled as Himeno rushes over to greet them, but then tilts her head.

“Onee-chan! …Huh? Why is onee-chan crying?”

“Huh?”

She doesn’t seem to realize it, but a single tear streaks down Himeno’s smooth cheek.

Himeno fumbles, wiping her cheek blindly. When she feels the dampness, she forces a smile to cover it up.

“I’m so happy you came, I couldn’t help but cry tears of joy!”

Her exaggerated tone is meant to delight the girl, and with grand gestures, she turns the confused mother and daughter’s expressions into bright smiles.

“I’ll bring it right away!”

Following Himeno’s back as she heads to the kitchen, she suddenly turns around.

“Haha, did I make you worry?”

“As expected, huh.”

“It’s fine, Riku, don’t worry about it. I know I’ll never see eye to eye with my mother, but I’m happy just knowing she’s alive.”

Her words feel like an indirect way of saying we can’t reconcile. I’ve thought it over countless times and concluded it’s impossible, and in reality, it hasn’t worked out… Wait, what?

Click—I hear a switch flip on.

What’s that? You’re saying I can’t do anything anyway? Is this a jab? A taunt? A provocation? Or is she acting brave because she thinks I’m not reliable?

The fire in my chest flares up, consuming everything that’s happened as kindling.

No one else but me would be moved by the growth of Himeno, who only knew how to act high-handedly, who was clumsy and unsatisfactory at cleaning or washing dishes, and who lashed out without admitting her faults.

“Mother! Mother! Himeno’s become someone admirable! I’ve become admirable!”—her anguished, tearful cries.

The sight of her tirelessly working on sweets, unable to hide her exhaustion.

The earnestness of maintaining a brave attitude despite no longer being praised.

The bitter tears shed in front of an ideal parent-child bond.

More and more kindling is fed to the fire, and as it all burns, it blazes into an inferno. I know Himeno said those words without malice, but I can’t stop it anymore. Above all—

I’m getting fed up with myself.

Can’t do it, can’t do it—shut up already.

Wishy-washy, wishy-washy—what a load of crap.

Moping, moping—it’s sickening.

I can’t do it because I’m not the protagonist? Even as the protagonist, I can’t do it?

Who cares about that?

There’s no way I can’t do it.

I grab Himeno’s arm as she tries to return to work.

“Himeno, let me talk to you properly later.”

After work, we walk silently through a nearby park, bathed in the cold night breeze. On the cherry blossom-lined path, a flurry of lingering petals dances like a cherry blizzard. It wouldn’t be surprising to see people cherry-blossom viewing, but there’s not a soul around, and the night feels so still it’s as if it could never be shaken.

“Is that bench okay?”

“Sure. But really, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s not about worrying about you.”

“Oh… really?”

“Yeah.”

I insistently gesture to the bench and sit next to her.

“I’ll be direct. Tell me your true feelings, Himeno.”

Himeno doesn’t answer. There’s probably a conflict inside her about whether it’s okay to say, and the pain of acknowledging it by speaking.

So I wait without saying anything.

Neither of us speaks.

The silence deepens, and I feel as if the moving version of myself on a TV screen has had the pause button pressed. No, it’s more like being trapped inside a painting.

The park’s streetlights go out.

The surroundings are enveloped in blue darkness.

Himeno’s figure beside me is painted black.

I confirm her presence by the faint sound of her breathing.

Looking up, I see a sky full of stars. It’s cliché, but the starry sky feels like it could rain down. In the starlight, it shimmers in a beautiful color, neither blue nor green.

“Of course, I want to get along with my mother. If there’s even a chance we could interact like a real parent and child, I can’t help but dream of it.”

After what feels like an eternity, a voice so faint it could melt into the silence finally reaches me.

“But it’s impossible. Every time my mother sees the current me, it pains her, and I’m too scared to even meet her eyes. But I can’t give up on succeeding her, nor do I intend to revert to the foolish me from before.”

That’s why, Himeno concludes.

“To gain something, you have to give something up. If I want to succeed her, I have to give up my relationship with my mother. I know that, so it can’t be helped.”

Himeno’s smile is fleeting and fragile.

What she’s saying isn’t wrong—it’s logical. But I didn’t call her out here just to hear that.

“To gain something, you have to give something up. Sure, that’s true. But that’s only when I’m not around.”

I look straight into Himeno’s eyes, not letting her escape.

“Can I ask? What do you want to become, Himeno?”

A silent moment arrives.

Another eternity-like silence.

Then, the eyes I’m gazing into begin to glisten, and—

“…Even if I wasn’t wanted… I tried so hard.”

A trembling voice spills out.

“I’ve always worked hard to be loved by my mother. I put in desperate, painstaking effort, and the results I barely managed to achieve were dismissed outright. I kept getting my hopes up only to be betrayed and hurt, over and over. But I still kept trying.”

Her words, spoken from the depths of her heart, come out as if she’s clenching her teeth.

“Even when I wasn’t praised, even when cold words were thrown at me, I could never hate her. She’s my mother, and I’ve always loved her and wanted her to love me. Everywhere I looked, I was captivated by ordinary families, and each time, I held back tears while I kept trying.”

The pure emotions she’d locked away in the cage of adulthood overflow, unstoppable.

“Even after my mother died, I kept striving to be a daughter she could be proud of, hoping she’d acknowledge me from the heavens.”

But! Himeno spits out, as if casting it away.

“It’s painful that my efforts aren’t accepted! It’s even more painful that they only hurt her and aren’t wanted! I want my mother to praise the admirable me! I want her to pat my head and say I did well! I want to act like a child, to be spoiled and hugged!”

Tears stream from Himeno’s eyes, and she lets out sobbing cries.

“Thank you for telling me. Leave it to me. I’ll make things right between you and your mother.”

“Is that even possible…?”

“It’s fine. Trust me.”

“Riku…”

Like a child, Himeno buries her face in my chest, sobbing, and I gently stroke her hair to comfort her.

Himeno After 2

There’s surely a pond and garden inside. That’s the impression I get from the large, traditional Japanese-style mansion on the outskirts. Sitting in a crouch by the wooden gate, I look up at the sky starting to lighten.

“What are you doing?”

The gate opens, and a beautiful woman with an irritated expression and tone steps out. She’s dressed in a pink tracksuit, and as I thought, she only looks about my age or slightly older. I stand up.

“Good morning.”

“Good mor—… don’t give me that.”

“Fair enough. It might still be night. It’s dark, after all.”

“That’s not what I mean, obviously. What’s the idea, staking out the Yukishiro residence this early in the morning? I nearly had security pull the trigger on you. Or maybe I should have them do it now.”

Himeka-san asks me irritably, so I answer directly.

“I couldn’t sit still and had to come see you.”

“H-Huuuh!? Why!? You’re not seriously stalking your classmate’s mother to flirt with her at the crack of dawn, are you!?”

That’s not the kind of “see” I meant, despite how Himeka-san interpreted it.

Yesterday, I kept thinking about how to mend things between Himeno and Himeka-san but came up empty. That led to this situation. To find a starting point for a solution, I decided to hear Himeka-san’s side, so I got her address from Himeno and came to meet her.

But after a high-energy day with no sleep, I’m too tired to waste energy denying it, so I just say,

“There’s a convenience store nearby with an eat-in area. Want to talk there?”

“Are you seriously looking down on me? You come to flirt and suggest a convenience store? To me?”

“Alright, let’s go.”

“W-Wait! Let me grab my wallet!”

Himeka-san grabs her wallet and fixes her hair a bit before we head to the convenience store.

“You’re actually following me, huh.”

“I could go home right now, you know? I’m only here out of obligation because my daughter’s indebted to you. Walking side by side with you makes me want to puke.”

It’s annoying, but since I’m the one doing something outrageous, I swallow it.

“So, what did you like about me?”

“Huh?”

“What’s with that reaction? You came to flirt, didn’t you?”

“Oh, uh, well, you’re… nice, aren’t you?”

“So, what specifically?”

“Uh, well, your refined and elegant demeanor.”

“S-Stop it, that’s embarrassing.”

We keep up this half-hearted banter as we enter the convenience store.

“Sorry, thanks for treating me.”

“You’re really shameless, aren’t you?”

“It’s just a joke.”

“Is the ‘sorry’ the joke?”

“No, the ‘thanks for treating me’ part was the joke. You’re reading too much into it.”

“Ugh, shut up! Everything you say sounds like sarcasm!”

Despite her complaints, Himeka-san buys me a meat bun and tea, and I thank her.

“Thank you.”

“I don’t need your thanks. I can’t let a kid pay, that’s all. Plus, hearing thanks from you gives me goosebumps.”

Himeka-san sits at the eat-in corner, taking out her own meat bun and tea from the bag.

“The Himeka-san who picked the same food as her daughter’s male classmate is pretty creepy too, you know.”

“I didn’t choose it to match you. It’s just what I wanted to eat.”

“Picking the same food as a high school boy and chatting at a convenience store. That’s youth, huh.”

“Stop making it sound like I did it on purpose. And calling this youth is bad, isn’t it? It’s why crimes like that never disappear. Wait, what are we even talking about?”

“Why won’t you acknowledge Himeno? That’s what we’re talking about.”

“Oh, that? Well, obviously… Wait, you’re really good at steering conversations! The mood dropped so fast, I’m actually shocked!”

When I don’t respond, she seems to realize I’m serious and sighs lightly.

“I figured it might be about that. You were there, after all.”

“You noticed?”

“No, just a hunch. I never imagined someone would try to have a serious talk while eating meat buns at a convenience store’s eat-in area. I thought a date was more likely.”

Fair enough. It’s just the result of my energy-saving approach, but I know it’s pretty out there.

“Well, I’m not saying anything. Sorry you came all this way so early, but that’s that.”

Her resolute attitude is like a tightly drawn string, unyielding. This woman will likely keep pushing Himeno away out of love, now and forever.

As expected, it won’t be easy. Is there any way to find a foothold?

“Won’t you talk about it at all?”

“No.”

“I see…”

I wiggle my fingers playfully, and Himeka-san crosses her arms over her stomach as if protecting her sides.

“I-I’m not saying anything!!”

She glares at me, her face red.

The provocative atmosphere feels like she’s secretly pleased despite her verbal protests.

This approach won’t get her to talk, so I try something else.

“What are you doing?”

I pull out my phone, take a selfie of me and Himeka-san, and show her the photo.

“If you don’t talk, I’ll show this to Himeno.”

Himeka-san’s face pales instantly.

“S-Stop it.”

“Himeno would probably despise you. Her mother on a convenience store date with her male classmate.”

“It’s not a date!”

“That’s up to the beholder.”

“Grr…”

I sigh in exasperation as Himeka-san groans in distress.

“Come on, isn’t it enough? You cold-shoulder her, brush her off, try to make her hate you, but you pale at the thought of her despising you. You love Himeno, so why not acknowledge her, praise her, and get along?”

Himeka-san stays silent but, perhaps realizing I’m certain of her true feelings, mutters as if giving in.

“…I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“That girl might end up inheriting the Yukishiro family.”

“What’s wrong with that? Himeno is exceptional. Honestly, judging by her personality and demeanor, she seems more admirable than you, Himeka-san.”

“I’ll admit she’s better in those aspects. But personality and demeanor alone aren’t enough to lead the Yukishiro family. To deal with the cunning monsters of politics and business, to maintain and grow the vast Yukishiro estate, you need versatile, extraordinary abilities.”

Himeka-san didn’t specify the exact reasons, but I sense she couldn’t. To protect the prestigious Yukishiro family, one must handle countless issues too numerous to name, and that requires multifaceted talent.

“Thanks to the talents bestowed upon me, my predecessor, and our ancestors, we could master various skills through blood, sweat, and tears. But Himeno is different. She may be exceptional in a sense, but she’s an ordinary girl who can’t transcend the limits of normalcy.”

“Is that really true?”

“Yes.”

Himeka-san murmurs, staring intently at my face.

Just meeting her serious gaze makes me shiver, my palms sweating. The commanding presence of someone seasoned by talent and experience feels crushing, making it hard to breathe.

That aura, honed through diverse talents and experiences, convinces me that Himeka-san’s words aren’t a lie.

“If Himeno becomes the head of Yukishiro, she’ll have to make all the decisions—handling incidents, accidents, strategizing, and execution. The job demands specialized knowledge and skills for every task. Even judgments of compassion or ruthlessness require diverse talents and expertise. That’s why Himeno can’t do it, and forcing that burden on her would be cruel.”

Himeka-san’s voice is laced with pain and distress. Even though I knew this from the game, her anguished tone, worrying about Himeno’s future, conveys how deeply she’s been struggling.

“So, Himeno really isn’t enough?”

“That’s right. Some qualities can’t be polished through effort alone. But she’s getting close.”

“Getting close?”

“Since entering the academy, Himeno has changed rapidly. Her speech and posture may seem unchanged at a glance, but her forced attempts at elegance have turned into heartfelt respect, and her bravado-fueled confidence has become a poised, genuine assurance. The girl who pushed herself to the limit to gain my approval, with no room to breathe, is gone.”

Himeka-san speaks eloquently, her eyes sparkling with pride, genuinely delighted as if it were her own achievement. Her unadulterated love as a mother, rejoicing in her daughter’s growth, is frustratingly palpable.

“Then why can’t you tell Himeno that?”

“It’s impossible. Praising her growth would only make things worse. It’s obvious that the Yukishiro family would start grooming her as my successor. If I, with absolute authority, acknowledge her, it’s the same as naming her my heir.”

Himeka-san continues, “And besides.”

“We met at the academy before, didn’t we?”

“Yes. You were saying something about making the assignments harder if they were too easy… Oh, that’s what you meant.”

“Exactly. If the grown Himeno gets good grades, it’ll give the Yukishiro family reason to elevate her as the next head.”

“Why are you so against it? Is it really just about her qualities?”

“Of course. But that’s not all. Even I face endless stress and work with no time to rest. Who would want their beloved daughter to take on a role that grinds down both body and soul?”

I understand Himeka-san’s feelings. Her love is clear. But I also understand Himeno’s feelings.

“Could you, instead, tell Himeno for me? She seems to want to succeed me, but she should give up.”

Telling Himeno that would mean admitting I couldn’t fulfill her wish, conceding defeat.

Himeka-san’s request feels like she’s saying my belief in Himeno’s potential is misguided.

Click—I hear the switch flip again.

“I can’t do that because I don’t think she should give up.”

“Why not?”

“Himeno is strong.”

“I know she’s become strong. But I can’t acknowledge her.”

“You don’t understand, Himeka-san. I think it’s time you did. Your worries are probably unfounded.”

“You’re the one who doesn’t understand. Even if she somehow gained the ability, I wouldn’t let her inherit this role. Besides, a brat like you can’t possibly grasp a parent’s love for their child, so just shut up.”

Those words ignite my competitive fire, and my mouth moves on its own.

“Then I just need to become a parent, right? Got it, let’s get married.”

Himeno After 3

In a room at the wedding venue, I say to Himeka-san, dressed in a wedding gown.

“It suits you, Himeka-san.”

She was already beautiful, but now she’s breathtaking. The intricate embroidery on the dress elevates her beauty to the level of art, and the pure white color matches her refined elegance, exuding a divine grace. It’s like gazing at a medieval religious painting in a museum, yet her smooth, vibrant skin radiates undeniable human beauty at its peak.

Not only is she beautiful, but she’s also utterly adorable. The dress, with its exposed back and large ribbon at the waist, gives her a youthful, girlish charm despite her age, evoking the pure, delicate grace of a shrine maiden.

“D-Does it really suit me that much?”

“Yes. It couldn’t suit you more.”

“…Thank you. You look good in your tuxedo too.”

“Glad to hear it. It’s an important day for us, so I’m happy to at least somewhat match you, Himeka-san.”

“Hehe, how humble. I’m the one nervous about standing beside you.”

“Let’s not talk about nerves. Today, a ton of people are coming to see our big day. A ton of people.”

“You’re right. I can hear so many voices from the venue already. If I start overthinking, I won’t be able to walk with my head up. By the way?”

“What is it, Himeka-san?”

“Could you pinch my cheek already? I want to wake up from this nightmare now.”

“As you wish, I’ll give it a pinch.”

I gently pinch Himeka-san’s soft cheek.

“Ow!! That hurts!!”

“Awake from the dream yet?”

“Yes!! I wish it was a nightmare!!”

“Yeah, the weather forecast said a 1% chance of rain, so that’s a bit worrying, isn’t it?”

“I’m not worried about the weather! I’d rather a natural disaster hit right now!”

“Is that so? Then what’s bothering you?”

“Everything! Everything! How did it come to this!?”

I call out to Himeka-san, who’s crouched down, clutching her head.

“Do you remember when I said, ‘Then I just need to become a parent, right? Got it, let’s get married’?”

“I remember, but what, were you serious? It was such a ridiculous statement, I couldn’t tell!”

“Well, that’s how it is, so will you marry me?”

“No way!!”

“You’re saying you don’t want to marry me? That’s harsh.”

“No, no, no, no! It’s not that you’re a bad marriage partner! In fact, you’re rather… No! I mean, no, no, no!! You’re still a kid, aren’t you!? Are you trying to make me commit a crime in front of everyone!? Or is this about making Himeno the successor!?”

“Neither.”

“Then what’s your deal!?”

As Himeka-san stands up, eyes wide with frustration, the door opens.

“You look good, Himeka. Seeing you in that dress makes kidnapping you worth it.”

“You said kidnapped! Asumi~~~ !!!”

“Yeah, the second time was tough, even for me. Plus, arranging everything so no one would know the bride is the Yukishiro head was a pain.”

“You didn’t need to do that!!”

“You say that, but you’re all dolled up in the dress. Are you secretly enjoying this?”

“No way!! You had security everywhere, so I escaped reality more than you did!!”

I bow slightly to Asumi-san.

“Thank you for everything, Asumi-san. And for making sure no one knows the bride is the Yukishiro head.”

“B-Bride… N-No way, you’re joking… Am I really marrying you? W-Wait, let me ask again, you’re Himeno’s classmate, right? I’m being forced into a marriage that’s legally impossible?”

Himeka-san, her face paling as the blood drains from it, shakes her head vigorously.

“Hold on! That can’t be right! Knowing you and Asumi, Himeno’s definitely mixed up in this today! Come on, explain this situation already!”

Seeing Himeka-san’s voice turn nearly tearful makes me genuinely pity her, so I resolve to explain everything clearly.

“Got it. Where do you want to start?”

Himeka-san takes a deep breath, doing her utmost to calm herself.

“I’ll go through this one by one. First, when did you start planning this wedding? You made that absurd proposal on Monday, and today’s Saturday. A wedding isn’t something you can organize in such a short time.”

I tell Himeka-san plainly.

“Since Monday.”

And so.

＊＊＊

——Five days ago, Monday.

On the rooftop during lunch break, under a clear blue sky, on a picnic sheet. I’m surrounded by three girls who misunderstood my message to “come to the rooftop during lunch,” along with six bento boxes they each made.

“I called you all here today because I have an announcement.”

“An announcement?” they say, tilting their heads.

“I’m getting married to Himeka-san.”

After about two minutes of silence, three low “Huh?”s overlap.

“Mind if I add a side dish?”

“The ingredients are right in front of us, so what do we do?”

“If I’m not mistaken, that’s my mother, Riku. What?”

I flinch under their murderous glares but try to explain.

“W-Wait! Hear me out first… Himeno, is it okay if I talk a bit about your relationship with your mother?”

“That’s fine, but…”

“Sorry, thanks. You two know Himeno was making cassata for her mother to try, right?”

“Yeah, we know.”

“She got to try it, but the reaction wasn’t great, so I went to ask why she wouldn’t praise her.”

“Uh-huh, and then?”

“She told me, ‘A kid like you can’t understand a parent’s feelings, so shut up,’ and I ended up saying, ‘Got it, then let’s get married.’”

“What, you just blurted it out on impulse?”

“Pretty much, but that’s what sparked an idea. Holding a wedding might be the key to fixing their parent-child relationship.”

At that, the three of them turn to me with lifeless eyes.

“Wakana, got any good weapons?”

“Shouldn’t we hold off for now? Let’s think of ways to make him suffer as much as possible.”

“I never thought I’d seriously say I want to marry Papa.”

“My bad, I wasn’t clear! Not ‘get married,’ but ‘hold a wedding’! We’re not actually getting married!”

“A wedding?”

“Yeah, I want to throw a grand wedding.”

Himeno looks down, deep in thought, then meets my eyes directly.

“Riku, is this necessary to mend things between me and my mother?”

“Sorry, I can’t say it’s absolutely necessary. I thought a wedding might help fix things, but honestly, I’m not confident. It’s more likely it’ll lead to nothing.”

At that, all three widen their eyes.

“It’s rare for Riku to say something like that. First time, maybe?”

“Yeah, it’s not very Riku-like, is it?”

No surprise there. I got carried away by my competitive streak, trading barbs and rushing into a half-baked plan with little chance of success. The game’s Riku would never do this. But—

“I think this is me being true to myself.”

My words create a brief pause, but Himeno soon speaks up.

“Alright, Riku. I trust you. Should I help with the wedding?”

“Yeah, I’d like you to help… but are you sure?”

“No, it’s not okay. Helping plan a wedding between my crush and my mother makes no sense. But I can tell you’re genuinely trying to help me, Riku. So, I have a request for you two.”

Himeno stands and bows deeply to the other two.

“Wakana, Yui, I know it’s unpleasant, but please lend me your strength to mend things between me and my mother.”

Surprised by Himeno’s earnestness, Wakana and Yui exchange glances before standing up.

“Hmm, I don’t know the details and don’t plan to ask, but fine. We were best friends in the future, so I can’t say no to such sincerity. I’ll help.”

“Thank you, Wakana.”

“So, Yui?”

“I’m with Wakana. But I’m setting conditions, obviously.”

Yui’s words make my heart skip, but her mischievous smile eases the tension.

“Himeno, I’ll help, but I won’t go easy on you in love.”

“Thank you, Yui. Bring it on.”

I’m quietly relieved by their exchange. This is exactly why I called them to the rooftop today.

“Okay, Himeno. So, Riku, my condition.”

“Huh? Isn’t the ‘no mercy in love’ thing your condition?”

“That’s for Himeno.”

“O-Oh, I see~”

“Yup. My condition for you is you owe me one ♡.”

Regretting the dangerous debt I’ve just incurred, I hear—

“Then I get one too, Riku-kun ♡.”

Another bad debt piles on.

＊＊＊

“Why are you the one clutching your head?”

I realize I’ve ended up like Himeka-san, but I shake my head vigorously and pull myself together.

“Anyway, we prepared everything in five days.”

Himeka-san places an index finger on her glossy pink lips, lost in thought, before speaking.

“What about this dress?”

“Does it not suit your taste?”

“No, the opposite. I’m thrilled to wear such a beautiful and adorable outfit… but that’s beside the point! During the fitting, I heard it was made specifically for today, not an existing design. This isn’t something you can make in five days.”

Himeka-san continues.

“What about the money? I give Himeno more than enough to live comfortably. She could probably afford the dress. But look.”

She points to a pamphlet on the table, showcasing the venue’s features with text and photos.

“This is one of the largest venues in the country. It has a chapel, luxurious buildings, and a vast garden for outdoor weddings. Booking this place and hiring staff costs a fortune. It’s trivial for the Yukishiro family, but if that kind of money moved from Himeno’s accounts, I’d have heard about it.”

Himeka-san concludes, “Explain yourself,” fixing her gaze on me.

“Well, Himeno asked for help.”

I tell Himeka-san about the afternoon after we decided to hold a grand wedding.

＊＊＊

At a back table in the café where we worked for the assignment, Himeno and I exchange tense words.

“Will she come?”

“Yeah, I heard she’s free today.”

After deciding to hold a grand wedding that afternoon, we sprang into action. The reason for the rush was simple: the person we needed was free.

“Oh, Yui, over here!”

At Himeno’s call, I look to the entrance and see Yui—and the scout woman from before.

“Oh! We meet again! Stylish boy and super gorgeous girl!”

I breathe a sigh of relief that she came.

We needed her, so I asked Yui to bring her along.

“I’m sorry for calling you out so suddenly.”

“No worries! If it means seeing such a cute girl again, I’d even crawl under their skirt!”

The scout woman, true to her bold desires, laughs gleefully. When her order arrives, her smile grows even wider.

“This cassata is amazing! Stylish look, exquisite taste!”

Sitting across from Himeno, the scout woman beams, saying, “The coffee’s delicious too~” She seems satisfied, easing my guilt for dragging her here.

“So, what’s this about?”

After some casual chat to break the ice, the scout woman prompts us.

“Himeno has something to discuss, so, sorry, but Riku and I will step away.”

“Haha, got it!”

Yui and I bow to the scout woman’s mature response and move to a nearby table where Wakana is.

“You’re okay not being at their table, Riku-kun?”

“Yeah, Riku, you sure? Leaving Himeno alone with her?”

“Yeah, it’s better this way.”

I’m the one who suggested this, but I figured it’s better for Himeno to talk to her alone. It’ll ultimately lead to reconciliation with Himeka-san.

“Got it.”

Following Yui’s gaze toward Himeno and the scout, I watch them too.

“Thank you again for coming.”

“No problem! I’m thrilled to find such a great place!”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

Himeno smiles brightly, and the scout woman puts a hand to her cheek, exclaiming, “Wow~!”

“You’re so cute, you’re making me nervous!”

“Haha, thank you. I’m the one who’s nervous, though.”

“Oh, right! I forgot I was called here for a reason! This isn’t a maid café!”

As the mood lightens with friendly banter, Himeno gets to the point.

“Yes, I have something to discuss. I’m planning a grand wedding and wanted to consult you.”

The scout woman tilts her head, puzzled.

“A wedding?”

“Yes. I called you here because I’m planning a wedding and wanted your expertise on the attire.”

That’s today’s main topic. We’re planning a wedding, but nothing—venue, date, guests—is set. The attire is the same, so we came to get advice from the scout, who likely has relevant knowledge.

“H-Huh? The guy’s sneaky… I mean! You’re not old enough to get married, right!?”

The conversation takes an ominous turn, stirring unease at our table.

“It’s a common-law marriage, right, Riku? ♡ Let’s file the paperwork for show once I turn eighteen!”

“Moving abroad’s an option too, Riku-kun! ♡”

“Hold on, let’s listen to their conversation for now.”

Cutting off our talk, I focus on their discussion.

“It’s fine. If it was a real marriage, I’d kill him, so no need to worry.”

“Eek, scary! But if it’s not a real marriage, is it like you want to do a wedding demo or something?”

“Yes, exactly. I just want to hold a wedding, no matter what.”

“Hmm, I don’t quite get it, but are you interested in something like this?”

“Um, what kind of proposal?”

“There’s a promotional video shoot for a venue with a big garden. Our agency’s girls were supposed to star, but they suddenly couldn’t make it. I tried getting Yui-chan to fill in, but she dodged me with some nonsense about being married and having a husband, so I was in a bind.”

I glance at Yui, wondering if that’s true, and she returns a look that says, “It’s not an excuse, though?” I pretend not to notice and consider the proposal.

A promotional video shoot, huh? Honestly, with no venue or anything prepared, jumping on this is a godsend. But the goal is a grand wedding. It might not align with the video’s purpose.

“If Himeno-chan stars, I’d be the one begging! How about it!? And the groom can be that stylish boy over there!!”

Himeno bows politely as the scout leans in eagerly, practically grabbing her hands.

“It’s a wonderful offer, but we’re aiming for a grand wedding. A promotional video might not match the client’s vision.”

“That’s no problem! The client’s only condition was to have a beautiful girl as the bride. Even if they object, I’ll convince them no matter what to not miss Himeno-chan in a wedding dress!”

“Thank you. But actually, the bride is someone else…”

“What!? That’s a bit tough, then. It’s not even Wakana-chan over there, right?”

“No. But she’s beautiful. Someone like me, and some might genuinely say she’s prettier than I am.”

“Ooh, a beauty like Himeno-chan… Yeah, that works! Approved!”

“Uh, she might not exactly be a young beauty…”

“Really? Then it’s probably a no-go. The client wants a beautiful young girl. It’s a shame, though—a big garden for a grand event would’ve been perfect…”

“My mistake! She is a young beauty!”

Our table stirs as Himeno says this, swayed by the appealing conditions.

“I haven’t seen Himeka-san, but she’s Himeno’s mother, right?”

“Looks aside, a sixteen-year-old’s mom being a ‘young girl’ is…”

“Rough, yeah… but I think it’s fine. I’m on board.”

As long as no one finds out.

“Got it! By the way, do you have a photo for reference?”

“A photo? Oh, sorry, I don’t have one right now.”

“Hmm, without anything to go on, it’s tough for us. I’d love to help Himeno-chan, but I’m only free today, so contacting you later isn’t an option.”

“I see…”

The mood sours as both sides seem disappointed.

A photo could change things… and I happen to have one of Himeka-san. But showing it might terrify Himeno… No, I need to steel myself.

It takes a moment to muster the courage, but I grab my phone and head to their table.

“Sorry, I’ve got a reference photo!”

“Thanks, Riku! We almost missed this chance… huh?”

Himeno sees the convenience store two-shot on my phone and freezes with a chilling smile.

“Hey, Riku. This is really for my sake, and you’re not actually planning to marry, right?”

“O-Of course not.”

“We’ll talk after this is over, Riku.”

The scout, oblivious to our exchange, stares at the screen and lets out a squeal.

“Whoa! Let’s go with this beauty! She’ll look amazing in a wedding dress! Himeno-chan, is that okay!?”

“Y-Yes! Please, go ahead!”

“Got it! Let’s hammer out the details! How big of a scale are you thinking, Himeno-chan!?”

“I don’t have a specific size in mind, but as large as possible.”

“Alright! Let’s go talk to the client now! It’s happening Saturday, so we need to hurry!”

“Wait, hold on!?”

I watch as Himeno is dragged out of the shop.

Despite some hiccups, we secured the venue and attire.

“Thanks, Yui.”

I thank Yui for bringing the scout, but she shakes her head.

“I’m glad, but I didn’t do much. Sure, it’s partly for you, Riku, but it’s also my own ego wanting to help Himeno. I still hate her second only to criminals, but I know she’s a polite, good person, and I can’t help wanting to help.”

“Yeah, I get that. There’s something about Himeno that makes you want to help her. She’s talented but not a genius like me, so maybe I root for her effort… Oh, crap.”

“What’s wrong, Wakana?”

“The hotel’s gonna get crowded soon, Riku-kun. We need to get in now.”

“Let’s just go home.”

After paying the master, bewildered by his former part-timers’ freeloading, we head back.

＊＊＊

“—That’s the story. Himeno asked for it, and we got to do a wedding demonstration.”

Finishing the explanation, omitting my exchange with Yui and Wakana, Himeka-san, still pale, speaks in a trembling voice.

“W-Wait a second.”

“Is something unclear?”

“I don’t want to understand, but you showed Himeno that convenience store photo?”

“Well, yeah.”

“That’s the worst!! I don’t know how I’ll face her now! I act all high and mighty, but if she thinks I’m some cringey mom giddily taking selfies with a boy her age, I’d rather die!!”

“She probably doesn’t think that. Probably.”

“I can’t trust you! Even if… Even if Himeno doesn’t think that, am I supposed to be a ‘young beauty’!?”

“Yup.”

“So I’m pretending to be a young beauty for this fake wedding!? It’s being filmed for a PV, too… That’s harsh! Way too harsh!!!!”

“So, Himeka-san, please play the young beauty today.”

“It’s absurd! I’m an old lady! They’re expecting a young girl, but they get a hag!? If people think I’m desperate to marry a high schooler, even I won’t recover!!”

“Yeah, if it gets out, it’ll tarnish the Yukishiro name. Covering it up would be a hassle, so act all bubbly today.”

“Asumi !!”

“Kidding. I’ve handled the PV side. The only issue is some weird looks from the extras attending, but that’s it.”

Asumi-san glances out the window, and Himeka-san moves to the window, looking down from the second-floor room.

“This is the worst.”

I stand beside Himeka-san and look down, seeing a refreshing garden of neatly trimmed trees and green grass. Despite plenty of time before the start, many people are already there, all smiling. It feels like they’re eagerly awaiting a real wedding’s moment of celebration, not just a PV shoot.

“Why are there so many people!? There must be over a hundred, right!?”

“That was the plan.”

“No way! How did you gather this many!? From their expressions, not all of them are just extras for a PV shoot!”

“Himeno gathered them.”

I decide to share an episode that shows how Himeno managed it.

＊＊＊

The day after meeting with the scout, after school. The wedding plans made huge progress from day one, but they’ve suddenly hit a serious snag.

“To cut costs, we’ve been asked to gather attendees, help set up the venue, and, if possible, find other sponsors.”

In the classroom, me, Himeno, and Wakana exchange grim looks.

Yesterday, after Himeno’s meeting about the details, we decided to film an upgraded wedding as a PV, with me and Himeka-san as the groom and bride. But in exchange, we got stuck with tough conditions.

“Who’d have thought we’d have to do all this and get married by Saturday?”

“I don’t like that phrasing, but yes. It’s going to be quite busy.”

“The PV shoot itself was a stroke of luck, so it can’t be helped. Can you fill me in on yesterday’s details?”

Himeno explains to Wakana. The shoot was already scheduled, so professionals are handling equipment and planning. But gathering people and setting up the venue is mostly on us.

“That’s everything from yesterday.”

“Got it. That’s tough…”

“Yes. They’re proceeding with the original plan in case we fail. Or rather, they don’t trust us because we’re just students.”

…I see. They’re seriously underestimating us.

As usual, click—the switch flips.

“Alright! No time to mope! Let’s move!”

Himeno’s eyes widen at my sudden enthusiasm but soon break into a smile.

“Right. Yui’s already negotiating with sponsors while greeting people as a rookie model, so I’ll follow up on the promising leads later…”

“That leaves gathering people and setting up the venue. Let’s find attendees and helpers at the same time.”

Wakana claps her hands as I say this.

“Got it! Leave it to Wakana-chan! Follow me, you two!”

“Ooh, look at all those easy targets.”

In front of the gym, Wakana spots the girls’ basketball team stretching in a circle and joins them, casually striking up a conversation.

“Hey there!”

“It’s Wakana! What’s up? Ready to join the team?”

“Naww~”

“What’s with the ‘naww’? Come on, join!”

I’m in awe of Wakana as the mood instantly livens up.

She wasn’t kidding about leaving it to her—Wakana’s social skills are incredible. Since leaving the classroom, she’s talked to tons of people, and her easygoing nature loosens their tongues like they’ve been drinking, making them cheerful. With Wakana around, smiles burst out, and conversations bloom.

Realizing her popularity among guys and girls isn’t a lie, I’m floored by her overwhelming aura of youthful charisma.

“Haha, I’ll think about it. Mind if I talk about something else for a sec?”

Hearing Wakana, Himeno and I, watching from a distance, approach.

“Hello. Excuse us.”

“Whoa!? Yukishiro-san!? And… who?”

A bit hurt, I introduce myself and get to the point.

“I’m Minato Riku, first year. I’m here to invite you to my wedding this Saturday.”

“Ahhahaha! Yours? Why?”

“Long story.”

“Sounds fun. I might come!”

Himeno’s eyes sparkle at the positive response.

“Thank you so much! Please, do come!”

“Wait, Yukishiro-san’s excited about this!?”

“Yes! Riku’s basically doing this for me!”

“Haha, I don’t get it, but if it makes Yukishiro-san happy, I’m definitely in! I love how kind she is! What about you guys?”

Voices chime in, eager to attend, and Himeno and I clench our fists in triumph.

“Alright, everyone, gather at the new venue’s garden on Saturday!”

“Thank you so much.”

“No prob, we want to come. Plus, Yukishiro-san, a wedding’s a big deal. If there’s anything we can help with, let us know!”

“Really? I’m counting on you, Yamashita-san, since you’re so good with your hands!”

“Hahaha, go ahead and count on me. It’s amazing that such a cute, high-class lady remembers my name and traits. And she’s happy about it, so she’s totally my fave!”

Everyone starts praising Himeno in agreement.

Himeno seems taken aback but—

“It’s embarrassing, but I’m really happy.”

She smiles shyly.

“Alright, next group. Let’s go, you two.”

After parting with the basketball team, Wakana leads us to another group.

While Wakana talks to them, I speak to Himeno at a distance.

“Himeno.”

“What’s up, Riku?”

“You really have a lot of people’s respect, don’t you?”

“Do I? Well, if that’s true, I’m glad.”

Her beautiful smile makes my cheeks soften.

“But you don’t seem to have much, Riku.”

“Huh? Himeno?”

“If it was just you and me gathering people without Wakana, I’d have crushed you.”

“Alright, bring it on. I’m not losing.”

Himeno bursts into giggles.

“You really can’t handle being teased, huh, Riku?”

As she says this, Wakana calls us over.

“Shall we, Riku? Want to bet on who can invite more next?”

“Sure, I’ll show you my full power.”

“I won’t lose either.”

Himeno giggles again as she says this.

＊＊＊

“That’s how Himeno gathered everyone. She reached out through connections, asked directly, and was warmly received everywhere.”

“That kind of popularity… I couldn’t have imagined it before she enrolled.”

Himeka-san seems skeptical, and understandably so. In the game, early on, Himeno was just a haughty, harsh Ojou-sama.

But she’s different now.

When playing shooting games, she says “Thank you” every time someone covers her.

During the assignment job, she bows politely to the master, saying, “Please take care of me.”

“I realized everyone has something they can do that I can’t, so I naturally respect them”, she says, treating people with care.

Even when deeply hurt by her beloved mother’s lack of praise, she keeps smiling to avoid worrying those around her.

That’s the kind of girl Yukishiro Himeno is. Who could help but love her?

“Himeka-san, what I’m saying is the undeniable truth.”

“…I see.”

Himeka-san smiles happily but quickly tightens her lips in distress.

“Excuse me! It’s time to get ready!”

A venue staff member calls out. Lost in conversation, it seems the shoot time has arrived.

Himeka-san, lost in thought, doesn’t move, so I link my arm with hers and pull her along.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“Eek! S-Stop it!”

I walk arm-in-arm with a blushing Himeka-san.

“We don’t need to do this yet!”

“Then I’ll let go. You sure?”

“O-Of course I’m sure!”

At the first-floor hall, by the entrance, where the filming crew is bustling with preparations, I unlink our arms. To a slightly disappointed-looking Himeka-san, I say,

“Look.”

Seeing the garden where the ceremony will take place through the open entrance, Himeka-san’s wide eyes sparkle.

“It’s wonderful.”

Balloons symbolizing happiness. White sheets draped from trees. Stylish chairs and tables adorned with vibrant bouquets everywhere. The decorations are perfectly placed, making the venue luxurious and dazzling. It’s a dreamlike space.

Under the blue sky, on the grass, with sunlight filtering through the trees, people in formal attire gather in the warm greenery, their faces lively and bright. It’s like a scene from a fairy tale or fantasy, so unreal it makes you believe today is truly special.

“Does it meet your approval?”

“Yes.”

“Good. It was worth sneaking you in through the back to keep the garden a surprise.”

Himeka-san is so captivated by the sight she doesn’t even notice my joke.

“Without Himeno, we couldn’t have prepared all this.”

＊＊＊

Before I knew it, it was Friday. Five days flew by.

Waking up early for school, gathering people after class, negotiating with sponsors, coordinating with the client, preparing a venue for over a hundred people, and doing paperwork late at night—it was hectic, so it felt even faster.

Not everything was on us, and compared to the professionals, our workload was small. But organizing an event for over a hundred people in just a few days is a heavy burden.

I place the printed attendance sheet at the venue’s reception, open the door, and step outside.

At 8 p.m., it’s fully dark, but dozens of people are setting up tables, arranging seating, and following the planner’s instructions. Everyone’s working diligently, but Himeno is visibly the hardest worker.

She tirelessly carries heavy tables, then moves on to something else. She climbs ladders to hang decorations, then climbs again with more. She keeps going without pause.

Checking the progress, I see the venue is nearly complete. It’s turned out so splendid that it’s not just worthy of filming—it’s exciting to anticipate.

Without Himeno, this level of preparation wouldn’t have been possible.

It’s not just that she handled an extraordinary amount of work.

Among those working now are volunteers Himeno personally invited, and many others helped with setup over the days because they admire her.

These people, inspired by Himeno’s relentless effort—running around for attendees and sponsors while doing more work than anyone—gave their all.

That’s what led to this result, and without Himeno, it likely wouldn’t have happened.

I join the remaining tasks for about an hour until everything’s done, and we’re dismissed.

As everyone heads home, Himeno keeps cleaning specks of dust from the windows until the very last moment, reluctantly preparing to leave with a look that says she’s not done.

“Thanks for helping until the end, Riku.”

“No, I should be thanking you. Thanks for working so hard.”

“If anyone’s saying thanks, it’s me. You took the work seriously, and somehow you handled everything so efficiently. I’m nothing but grateful.”

Walking side by side with Himeno, who’s finished preparing to leave, I gaze at the beautifully manicured lawn and perfectly placed trees in the garden. I imagine how lovely it’ll look tomorrow with sunlight filtering through the branches as we head toward the exit.

“These past five days have been insanely busy, huh?”

“Yeah. Never again.”

“Right?”

For Himeno to say that, it must’ve been intense.

If I hadn’t gotten all competitive with Himeka-san, I wouldn’t have dragged Himeno into this debate about whether she’s suitable to inherit or not, and we could’ve avoided this ridiculous plan.

Thinking about it, I can’t help but feel guilty.

“But, Riku.”

“But?”

“Hehe, never mind. More importantly, tomorrow’s the big day, huh?”

“Huh? Yeah, we did great up to now. Do you remember what you need to say to Himeka-san tomorrow?”

“Yes, that’s the finale, right… hehe.”

Himeno giggles softly.

“Something up?”

“No, it’s just… even after all this, we don’t know how it’ll turn out, do we?”

“Sorry about that. Honestly, I have no idea how Himeka-san will react. I might even screw it up.”

At that, Himeno laughs again.

She’s been looking oddly cheerful, so I tilt my head.

“You’re pretty relaxed for someone who doesn’t know if this’ll work.”

“Not really. The thought of failing again and losing all hope this time makes me so anxious I can’t stand it.”

“Got it. Should I share what I hope will happen, just in case?”

Himeno shakes her head and laughs again.

“No. I’d rather not hear it.”

“What, because you’re scared that hearing it will jinx it and crush your hopes?”

“That’s part of it, but I just don’t want to know.”

“Huh, what do you mean?”

“I’ll tell you when it’s all over.”

Completely confused, I tilt my head again.

“One more thing to look forward to tomorrow.”

Despite being exhausted, Himeno remains in high spirits.

＊＊＊

“This is the result of everyone being inspired by Himeno’s relentless effort, giving their all. What do you think? Isn’t it amazing that we pulled this off in five days?”

“…I’m finally convinced of why you went through the trouble of holding this wedding.”

Himeka-san purses her lips before speaking bitterly.

“You threw this elaborate wedding to prove Himeno is worthy of being the successor. To show how incredible she is, capable of something like this.”

“Yes. But isn’t she actually incredible? This is the fruit of Himeno’s popularity. The participants, the organizers—everyone came together and made this happen because of her.”

“You’re right. Honestly… no.”

Feeling Himeka-san still needs one more push, I notice the staff around us starting to stir.

“What’s going on?”

I ask a nearby staff member, who answers with a pale face.

“The director and the actor playing the priest got food poisoning from breakfast and are unwell.”

“Is that going to be okay?”

“It’s absolutely not okay! We can’t shoot today, but today’s the only day we have all these extras! If we miss this, filming will be tough, and with all the prep time, this is seriously bad!”

The number of panicking staff keeps growing, and the scene is turning into complete chaos.

The staff’s anxiety and urgency seem to spread to the people in the venue, as worried murmurs start to rise.

This is bad. If things continue like this, it’ll fail. We’re one step away, but this could give Himeka-san a reason to keep refusing to acknowledge Himeno.

“Everyone, please listen!”

A clear voice rings through the entrance hall.

All eyes turn to the speaker, Himeno.

“I just spoke with the director, who’s been checked. He’s physically fine.”

Relieved sighs are audible, but many still look anxious.

“Regarding today’s shoot, the director won’t be able to return. So, I have a proposal for everyone.”

Himeno stands tall and speaks clearly.

“Could we proceed with the shoot without the director?”

The staff exchange troubled looks, as if they’d love to but don’t see how.

A resigned air settles in, suggesting it’s impossible without the director.

But Himeno changes that heavy atmosphere with a single graceful bow.

“I have a request. Please lend me your strength. I desperately want this wedding to succeed. Please, I beg you.”

Himeno’s earnest plea alone shifts the mood. The staff, who’ve seen her hard work these past few days, change their expressions to the serious focus of professionals tackling a challenge.

“Alright, let’s do it.”

“Yeah, with Himeno-chan working so hard, letting it fall apart like this feels wrong.”

“Agreed. Let’s do it for Himeno-chan.”

As the spark catches, even those uninvolved with Himeno start moving, ready to give it a shot.

The atmosphere shifts, tightening with an electric intensity that prickles the skin.

“Thank you so much!”

Himeno beams with a smile like a blooming flower, then continues,

“I have the director’s instructions! I’ll share them with everyone!”

She begins taking charge.

Watching Himeno efficiently direct preparations, I ask Himeka-san,

“What do you think, Himeka-san?”

No response. She just stares at her daughter’s efforts, as if burning the image into her memory. Silently, intently.

“Let’s start the rehearsal! Please make your entrance!”

Once preparations are complete, I’m guided to link arms with Himeka-san.

“H-Hold on.”

“Let’s go, Himeka-san.”

As we walk from the designated spot and step into the garden, my vision seems to expand.

A crowd in formal attire lines the wedding aisle, smiling at us.

Cheers of celebration rise into the blue sky.

The green lawn and tall trees contrast with the azure sky, filling me with a soaring sense that today is a day of blessings.

The scent of celebratory flowers, shimmering soap bubbles, and colorful balloons floating upward.

The venue is magnificent. It’s easy to see why this would embody the best day of one’s life.

“What do you think? Isn’t it amazing we prepared this in a week?”

As we walk, Himeka-san answers, still walking.

“…It really is amazing.”

“It’s the fruit of Himeno’s popularity. The participants, the organizers—everyone came together and made this happen because of her.”

“You’re right. I honestly think it’s amazing.”

“Our daughter is loved by so many and is capable of pulling off a wedding like this in such a short time. As Himeno’s father, I’ve never been prouder. There’s no role left for us parents, Himeka.”

“…What, you—///… No way! That’s not it! This doesn’t mean I understand a parent’s feelings! I can’t acknowledge Himeno!”

[/// = blushing]

“Of course, this doesn’t make me understand a parent’s heart. But even without being a parent, I can see Himeno’s incredible, just like everyone here. So why are you the only one refusing to acknowledge her?”

“Ugh.”

“How long are you going to be stubborn? Whatever, this isn’t my job anymore.”

Reaching the goal, I make eye contact with Himeno, waiting as the priest.

“Himeno…”

Himeka-san bites her lip before speaking.

“Even with all this, I won’t acknowledge you.”

“Whether you acknowledge me or not, I intend to inherit Yukishiro.”

A grinding sound of clenched teeth echoes.

“You are not suitable to be Yukishiro’s heir. Give up.”

“No, I won’t. And I don’t need to.”

“There is a need. I, the head, say I don’t acknowledge you.”

“So what?”

“What!?”

Facing her unflinching mother, Himeno flashes a dazzling, defiant smile.

“Even if you don’t acknowledge me, I acknowledge myself. If my strength falls short, I’ll borrow others’. I have the power to rally people. Even without your approval, I believe I’m worthy of leading Yukishiro. No matter what anyone says, I’m certain I’m suitable for Yukishiro.”

Himeno’s voice is loud, ringing out for everyone to hear.

Himeka-san’s mouth hangs open. She tries to speak, her lips moving, but in front of so many who acknowledge Himeno, she can’t deny her, and no words come out.

Feeling my cheeks relax as my hopes come true, I realize this is what I wanted.

To drag Himeka-san before a crowd that acknowledges Himeno, forcing her into a situation where she has no choice but to accept her.

And to have Himeno declare her own worth.

Himeno hurts Himeka-san every time she’s seen, but she naturally believes she’s worthy of being the successor. So I asked her to say it, to make it clear that Himeka-san’s refusal is meaningless.

Now Himeka-san has no choice but to acknowledge her. This will be the catalyst for reconciliation between Himeno, who desperately wanted approval, and Himeka-san, who secretly yearned to give it.

It’s a plan worthy of a game protagonist, but without the competitive player in me, I wouldn’t have thought of it, let alone pulled it off. It’s a plan true to the current me.

Now for the finishing touch.

“Himeno’s working so hard. Why not just praise her honestly?”

Himeno chimes in.

“Mother—no, Mom. Even without your approval, I’ll keep striving to be the head. But I’d be happier if you acknowledged me.”

Himeka-san looks down.

She says nothing, falling silent.

One second, two seconds pass.

Her ears turn bright red.

She starts trembling.

A voice leaks from her tightly closed lips, unable to be contained.

“Chu…”

“Huh?”

“Chu…ki…”

“Um?”

“CHUKI!!!”

Himeka-san, face bright red, shouts loudly.

“CHUKI!! (Why can’t you understand my care!? Being the head is nothing but hardship, so why do you want it!? I don’t want Himeno to suffer!! Why!? Are you an idiot!?)”

Himeno retorts at the harsh words.

“CHUKI!! (You’re the idiot, Mom! I’m saying this knowing full well it’ll be hard! I love you and want to inherit, so just support me honestly!)”

“CHUKI!! (If you didn’t want to be Yukishiro’s head, of course I’d support you! Do you know how painful it is not to praise or spoil you every time you try so hard!? I want to hug and pat the grown-up Himeno who showed me her progress, so give up already and let me spoil you!!)”

“CHUKI!! (Then spoil me if you want to! I’m dying to be praised and spoiled! You can spoil me even if I’m aiming to be the heir!!)”

“CHUKI!! (You can say you want it because you haven’t experienced anything yet!! Kids should just listen to their parents!!)”

“CHUKI!! (HAAAA!? I don’t want to hear about experience from my virgin mother!!)”

“CHUKI!! (Who’re you calling a virgin!?)”

“CHUKI!! (You conceived me on your wedding night and haven’t since, so you’re basically a virgin!!)”

Their “chuki” shouting match escalates into a physical scuffle.

So Himeno’s “chuki” is inherited from her mother? What a wild family. Though I’m just as wild for understanding it.

The venue is bewildered by this sudden parent-child brawl conducted entirely in “chuki,” but I want to watch this heartwarming exchange a bit longer.

In the end, no resolution is reached, and Himeno and Himeka-san decide to continue their fight at home for round two.

After helping with the PV shoot, Himeka-san prepares to leave, and I’m at the parking lot to see her off.

“I’ve got a lot to say, but for now, thanks for the trouble.”

Himeka-san, in the car, rolls down the window to speak.

“You’re apologizing to me after I set you up to fight? You okay?”

“You’ve got some nerve, you know that? Maybe I should kill you.”

Threatened with murder, I wiggle my fingers in retaliation, and she flinches. I smirk, and she glares at me, red-faced.

“Asumi, turn off the engine now.”

“Don’t be stupid. I kidnapped you, but the Yukishiro head isn’t free. Say what you need and let’s go.”

“Ugh, fine.”

Himeka-san sighs deeply and looks at me seriously.

“It was a rough experience, but thank you. Thanks for giving me a chance to talk honestly with her.”

“No, thank you. Thanks for being honest with Himeno.”

“Hmph. Not bad, being able to thank me for her sake. Come to our place sometime; I’ll host you myself.”

“Nah, I’m good. Pass my thanks to Himeno, preferably in cash.”

“I’m definitely killing you!!”

“We’re leaving.”

“Asumi, wait…”

The car drives off and quickly disappears.

After seeing her off, I join Himeno, who’s helping with cleanup at the venue.

“Did Mother get home okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Good… Riku, thank you so much.”

Her smile is so captivating, it’s like cherry blossoms fluttering around her.

Seeing Himeno’s smile, my heart feels like it’s been grabbed.

“N-No, I didn’t do much. And it’s not like it’s fully resolved, right?”

“True. But I got to talk honestly with Mother, so I think it’s just a matter of time.”

With a sweet tone, Himeno continues, “So, Riku.”

“Thank you.”

“…Well, yeah.”

I’m so embarrassed I start stumbling over my words.

“There’s something else I want to tell you, Riku.”

“Uh, what?”

“About why I was laughing yesterday.”

Oh, yeah, what was that about?

“A lot happened this time, didn’t it? You weren’t your usual self, fumbling blindly with no clear path ahead.”

“Yeah, well, that’s me, I guess.”

“Hehe, but it was so much fun. The way you let your competitive streak take over was so endearing.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“It is. I like the current you even more than the old you.”

The shock of her words freezes me in place.

“Haha.”

I think she’s laughing at my stunned state, but I realize it’s a self-deprecating smile.

“You’ve made me fall for you again. My heart’s pounding so much it hurts.”

A breathtakingly beautiful girl with glossy black hair directs a sweet, melting smile at me, saying such words—how could my heart not race? It pounds loudly in my chest.

“I’ll probably fall for you over and over again. I’ll keep loving you, time and time again.”

Himeno says this, her face brimming with joy.

“Riku! Chuki!”