[Vol 2] Tsun'na Megami-sama to Darenimoienai Himitsu no Kankei Chapter 1
Why does spring always make me feel sleepy for no reason?
Warm sunlight. Comfortable temperature. Low humidity. Sleepiness comes so naturally.
This isn’t my fault. It’s this comfortable environment. So there’s nothing wrong with me feeling sleepy, and it can’t be helped if I’m about to doze off right now.
Sleepy, sleepy. My head nods――
“Student Council President, Yatsuhashi, wake up!”
――Bam!
“Gwah!?”
O-ohh...!? A sharp pain on the top of my head...! A sudden impact, and in front of my eyes, stars started spinning!
Holding back the pain, I opened my eyes. Who dared to hit me? I’m reporting you!
Through the tears that blurred my vision, I glared at the person standing in front of me with hatred.
But completely unaffected by my angry glare... A pair of eyes, cold as absolute zero.
Looking down at me with those eyes was a beautiful girl.
Her long hair shone like it held the stars of the galaxy, not a single strand messy from sleep today.
Her perfectly shaped face, almost artificial-looking, was showing an expression that seemed a little tired—or maybe just bored.
Her proportional figure, obvious even under her blazer.
A beauty so dazzling that it instantly woke up my half-asleep brain, making me unconsciously hold my breath.
She was the Student Council President of Shimamine High School—Yukimiya Hyouka.
The corners of her lips lifted into a cool, faint smile.
“Good morning, Student Council President Yatsuhashi.”
“H-ha-ha... g-good morning...”
Today, like always, she was perfectly beautiful and flawless. Even though I had planned to complain, my words were stopped by the poison of her smile.
I let my guard down.
Yukimiya let out a quiet sigh, then smacked the thing she was holding into her other palm, making a loud 'pashin!' sound.
Yeah, there was no doubt about it... it was an encyclopedia. And a ridiculously thick one, too.
Her cold, unshaken gaze, together with her icy, mocking smile, poured cold water over my just-awakened heart.
“Student Council President Yatsuhashi. Sleeping during a routine meeting... you’ve got guts.”
“W-Wait, sorry... I was up late studying last night...”
“It’s great that you’re studying hard, but staying up late to the point of affecting school life is unforgivable.”
Hey, who do you think is really at fault here? You’re the one who kept teaching me so hard I lost track of time.
It seems she caught the meaning behind my gaze, because she quickly turned her face away. Why does she always turn away whenever she’s at a disadvantage? That habit just won’t die.
Yeah. Actually, I, Yatsuhashi Hazuki, and Yukimiya Hyouka are neighbors in the same apartment building... both living alone.
For certain reasons, I help out Yukimiya, who has no life skills, and in exchange, she tutors me.
It’s been almost a month since we started living this way.
At first, this near-cohabitation relationship felt weird, but now we’ve gotten used to it.
But that’s a different story. Getting smacked with a hard object still hurts no matter how used to each other we are.
“Yukimiya, can I ask? What exactly are you holding?”
“...A wake-up reminder.”
“Is your brain still functioning properly?”
This really shocked me. Just look at them— even the former Kuroba High Student Council members were stunned.
I mean, that’s clearly a blunt weapon. A lethal weapon. If it hit me in the wrong place, I could die, you know?
I glared at her with my half-sleepy eyes, but Yukimiya just met my gaze with an icy stare from the front. Ugh, scary.
“Sorry. You looked so comfortable sleeping that I thought if I didn’t wake you up properly, you’d just fall asleep again.”
“Then could you please find a way to wake me up that doesn’t involve making me stop waking up forever, Student Council President Yukimiya?”
“...A glass ashtray?”
“What is this, an old yakuza movie?”
And besides, that really would make me never wake up again. One wrong move and I’d be sleeping forever.
“Jokin—”
“This is not a joke.”
“...Hmph.”
Hey, don’t turn your face away from me like that.
Without saying anything, Yukimiya turned back to the blackboard.
Man, my head won’t stop aching. I can already tell it’s gonna swell up into a bump.
“Hey, you guys, give me a hand here.”
I threw my protest at the other Student Council members, but they all just turned their faces away too.
Oh, they’re laughing. Alright, you guys are getting a punch later.
Ignoring those heartless jerks, I turned back to Yukimiya.
“So, what were we talking about again?”
“......”
Okay, sorry. So don’t look at me like I’m trash, please. That glare freezes not just my heart but my whole body too.
Yukimiya let out a quiet sigh and then pointed at the writing on the board.
“The topic of today’s meeting is ‘field trip.’ At Shiramine High, our principle is that character development cannot be achieved just by studying at a desk. By interacting with nature and culture, we can build better character.”
“That’s why this school has always put so much emphasis on field trips”
Ah, right. That’s what we were talking about. My head hurt so much that I forgot.
field trip, huh... It does sound like a good idea. Studying all the time gets tiring, and there must be people who hate studying. Like those stupid guys from the old Kuroba High.
When you think about it, this might actually be a good chance for them to take a break.
But there’s one thing that bothers me.
“But aren’t events like this usually led by the teachers?”
“The destination is decided by the teachers. But once we arrive, the Student Council will be the main organizer. This is to encourage the students to be more independent.”
Oh, so that’s how it works.
Instead of just passively participating, we have to think together, plan together, and act independently. This really is in line with the traditions of a prestigious school like Shiramine High.
“Normally, the Student Council is the one that researches the locations and decides the routes. But since this year is the first field trip since the school merger, we wanted to add a little twist to help the students bond and interact more.”
“Oh? What kind of twist?”
Yukimiya started writing something on the blackboard.
What is this...? …A Stamp Rally?
“This year’s destination for field trip will be Kamakura and Shonan. There will be ten locations with stamp stations. Each student group will pick a route that hits five of those spots, letting them visit the places they find most interesting.”
O-oh... not bad at all.
Like Yukimiya said, it’s actually a pretty interesting idea. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind joining in myself.
Besides, we’re already second-year students. There’s no need for teachers or the Student Council to babysit us all the time. Not everything has to be decided by the school either.
If the goal is to teach students independence, letting them decide their own routes is part of that too.
Kamakura, huh... That sounds good. There’s local food like wagashi, fresh shirasu, and dove-shaped sable cookies. Plus, the giant Buddha statue, temples, spiritual sites, and lots of other sightseeing spots.
I’ve never been to Kamakura before myself. This is a perfect chance to go sightseeing.
While I was still lost in my imagination of Kamakura, Yukimiya continued her explanation.
“First, the second-years’ field trip will take place two weeks after the midterm exams, which are right after Golden Week. Then, two weeks after that, it will be the first-years’ turn. So, all Student Council members from each year should submit a list of candidate stamp locations.”
...Huh? Only second and first years?
“What about the third years?”
“They’re busy preparing for entrance exams, so they hardly have any events. The only exceptions are the school festival and sports day. Other than that, they have no events at all.”
Seriously? Poor third years... But considering the study rhythm of this school, I guess that makes sense.
So that means this year is the last time we get to join an event like this.
Ugh... That feels kinda depressing. Next year, I’d want to— no, I mean, I’d want to join again.
But there’s no point complaining... In that case, I just have to enjoy this one as much as I can.
While I was lost in thought after hearing that explanation, Yukimiya glanced at me as if checking my reaction.
“With that... Student Council President Yatsuhashi, does this meet your approval?”
“Eh? ...Y-yeah, I think it’s fine.”
“Thank you very much.”
...Huh? Why is she asking for my approval?
When I turned my head in confusion, everyone was looking at me with wry smiles. Eh, what? Am I the only one not getting something here?
While I was still confused, Namikawa, the former Kuroba Student Council Vice President sitting next to me, lightly poked my arm.
“Heh, President, you once rejected the stamp rally proposal, right? That’s why.”
“...Ah.”
Oh, right. Back then, the Kuroba Student Council and Shiramine Girls’ Student Council had suggested a stamp rally as a way to help everyone get along.
I had almost forgotten about it, but I guess everyone else still remembers it clearly.
It wasn’t that I hated stamp rallies. I rejected it back then simply because they proposed it at the very first joint meeting.
On the contrary, I actually like events like that, so I have no objections at all.
Exploring Kamakura while collecting stamps, huh? Sounds pretty fun.
“By the way, the Student Council members will be stationed at the stamp posts in the morning. In the afternoon, the teachers will take over. The Student Council won’t be participating in the stamp rally; instead, we’ll visit two locations of our choice and write a report. So don’t forget.”
...Seriously? I can’t join the stamp rally? Oh no...
While I was silently feeling disappointed, Yukimiya wrote 'Decided' on the board, then looked around at us and nodded.
“Alright, second-year students, please stay here. We’ll be splitting you into two groups.”
...Well, whatever. This is also part of my duties as a Student Council member.
From Kuroba, there were three of us who stayed. From Shiramine, there were four. Meanwhile, the first-year students were allowed to go home for the day.
So, how would the groups be split?
The results of the draw decided that I, Yukimiya, and Kurotsuki would go to Kamakura, while the others would go to Shonan.
Just as I thought... She did it again.
I shot Yukimiya a suspicious glance, but this time she didn’t look at me at all. Come on, at least face me. You definitely did this on purpose, didn’t you?
Sigh... Well, since it’s been decided, I’ll just quietly go sightseeing around Kamakura with the two of them.
I rested my elbow on the desk and looked at Kurotsuki sitting across from me.
But... she didn’t look excited. Or rather, she seemed lost in thought.
Come to think of it, I don’t think she said a single word during the whole meeting. Normally she’s so full of energy. Seeing Kurotsuki this quiet... What’s wrong with her?
While I was wondering about her strange behavior, Yukimiya clapped her hands to get our attention.
“Alright, we’ll finalize these ideas in the meeting after the midterm exams. Until then, each group should prepare a list of candidate locations. That’s all for today’s meeting. Thank you for your hard work.”
After Yukimiya dismissed us, all the Student Council members except for me, Yukimiya, and Kurotsuki left the room. It looked like Namikawa was leading them to hold another meeting elsewhere.
Meanwhile, those of us who stayed behind... Kurotsuki was still sitting silently in her chair, spacing out.
Even though the meeting was over, she didn’t show any sign of getting up.
It looked like Yukimiya had also noticed something was off about her. She gently shook Kurotsuki’s shoulder.
“Vice President Kurotsuki, are you okay? Vice President Kurotsuki?”
“...Huh...? Waaaah! Gyaa!?”
Maybe because she was startled by seeing Yukimiya’s face so close, she suddenly jumped up in a panic, tripped over her own feet, and fell.
What are you doing...
...Ah, I almost saw something I shouldn’t have. I quickly averted my eyes, while Yukimiya anxiously reached out to help her up.
“Huh?! Are you okay? I’m so sorry, Vice President Kurotsuki!”
“Uh-hehe... N-no, I should be the one apologizing. I was spacing out too much. Jeez, falling like that feels like something straight out of a manga.”
Scratching her head, Kurotsuki quickly stood up. But her steps were still unsteady, her body swaying slightly.
I didn’t know why her legs were so shaky, but she definitely looked unsteady.
I walked up to Kurotsuki and gently supported her shoulder.
It seemed she didn’t expect me to do that, because her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at me.
“Are you alright? Maybe you should sit down for a little longer.”
Flustered, she quickly pulled away from me and started fanning her face with her hands. Is she feeling hot or something?
“I-I’m fine! It’s just... just that I had a nightmare last night and didn’t get much sleep, that’s all!”
Ah, I get it. I also hate going to school after having a weird dream. Back in Kuroba, I’d even skip school without a second thought sometimes.
But looking at Kurotsuki, even when she’s sleep-deprived, she still comes to school and even attends a Student Council meeting without falling asleep.
That’s the exact opposite of how she looks, like some carefree gal.
Meanwhile me? I literally fell asleep in the middle of a meeting earlier.
Yukimiya must have been thinking the same thing, because she immediately shot me a cold look.
“You’re really nothing like Vice President Kurotsuki. Maybe you should learn from her, President Yatsuhashi?”
“Damn, I can’t argue with that...”
Yeah, she was right. I had no excuse to defend myself.
But still, when you’re sleepy, you’re sleepy. It’s just a natural body reaction. I wish they’d understand that more.
I turned my gaze away from Yukimiya and spoke to Kurotsuki.
“Kurotsuki, there aren’t any more classes or meetings today. You should just go home and rest. You still have to come to school tomorrow. If you stay sleep-deprived, you’ll just zone out during class. If you want, I can walk you home.”
The sun was already starting to set, and it would be dark soon. I wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly if I let a girl go home alone in this condition.
Besides, if anything happened to my childhood friend, I’d be furious.
But Kurotsuki quickly shook her head and forced a smile.
“N-no need for that! I’m just a little dizzy and my head’s a mess, that’s all...!”
With still-unsteady steps, she tried to put distance between us.
Or rather... between me?
She seemed very aware of my gaze...
I tried to figure out the reason behind her strange attitude, but of course, I couldn’t find one.
We’d only reunited a few weeks ago, so we still hadn’t interacted that much.
There’s no way I could already understand what someone like her is thinking or why she acts the way she does.
Kurotsuki grabbed her school bag, which was decorated with all kinds of cute keychains and accessories, and walked toward the door.
But just before leaving, she peeked back at us from behind the door.
“Alright then, Hazukichi, Hyouka-chan! Let’s talk about the event again tomorrow!”
“Bye-bye!”
Waving her hand, Kurotsuki finally dashed down the hallway.
Ah… don’t run in the halls, even if school’s already over. If the Academic Affairs head sees you, that’s gonna be trouble.
“Seriously… I can’t tell if she’s doing fine or not feeling well at all.”
“It’s fine. That’s exactly what makes her interesting.”
You’re always so gentle with Kurotsuki, huh? Spare a bit of that kindness for me too—especially when it comes to studying.
As I watched Kurotsuki leave before I could stop her, I turned around and saw Yukimiya starting to erase the chalkboard.
“Let me help.”
“Oh? Thank you, Yatsuhashi-kun. In that case, could you take care of the upper part?”
“Got it.”
I grabbed another eraser and started cleaning the upper half that hadn’t been wiped properly, just as she asked.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Yukimiya carefully erasing the bottom part of the board.
Seeing her like this… Yukimiya’s actually kinda short, huh?
I never really noticed her height before—there were too many other things that stood out. Her beautiful face, her confident, slightly arrogant attitude...
But still… she really is cute.
Her perfect features, those long eyelashes, her lips that were neither too thick nor too thin, her sharp, cool eyes, and her straight, refined nose… everything about her was so well-balanced.
Yukimiya Hyouka’s beauty felt almost unreal, like she wasn’t even created as the same kind of human as me. Honestly, not just in Japan—there probably isn’t anyone in the world who could compare to her.
When she’s quiet, she looks just like a high school super beauty.
Though I’m not sure if the word just really fits there.
Now, it’s just me and Yukimiya in the student council room, bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun coming through the window.
I should be used to being alone with her by now, but for some reason, the atmosphere feels different this time. Maybe because it’s not our usual situation? It feels weird—my body’s stiff with tension.
I should say something. If I stay silent, I’ll just get more nervous.
As I was racking my brain for a topic, Yukimiya glanced at me from the corner of her eye.
“You look restless. What’s wrong? Or rather… you look kind of gross.”
“Hey, you didn’t have to correct that part.”
I mean, I’d rather be called 'a little gross' than 'kind of gross,' but—no, wait, I don’t want to be called gross at all! I’m not gross, right...?
“I’m just joking. So, what is it, really?”
Ugh… that’s hard to answer. Because honestly, I was just looking at her. If I said that out loud, she’d definitely mock me again, so let’s not.
“Uh… you don’t usually call me with ‘-kun’ here, right? But just now, you said ‘Yatsuhashi-kun,’ didn’t you?”
That was the only topic I could come up with.
If it were my friends from Kuroba, I could easily toss out some random fun topic, but when it comes to talking with a girl… I’m just no good at it. Conversations are hard.
Yukimiya let out a small sigh and smiled faintly.
“Oh, that? Of course, I wouldn’t call you that when others are around. I only say ‘Yatsuhashi-kun’ when it’s just the two of us. Like now, see?”
Ugh… why did she have to say it in such an ambiguous tone?
I know she doesn’t mean anything by it, but the way she says it could easily be misunderstood. Please, stop. I’m just a normal teenage boy with an overactive imagination. I could actually fall for you, you know!?
…But if I really did fall for her, that would be a thorny path to walk.
Maybe some people enjoy being scolded and insulted every day, but me? No, thanks.
“W-We agreed it’s only at home, right?”
“...Then I won’t say it again.”
This time, she looked a little annoyed. Her expression didn’t change much, but since we’ve been spending so much time together lately, I’ve learned to read her emotions from the smallest shifts in her face.
Half joking, half sulking. When Yukimiya’s like this, she’s quite a handful. From my month of experience, I know she won’t cheer up again unless I give in.
“Aah… well, if it’s just the two of us, I guess it’s fine.”
“Yes, let’s do that. Honestly, calling you ‘Yatsuhashi-kun’ feels more natural than saying ‘Student Council President Yatsuhashi.’”
“So you’re saying I don’t suit being the president?”
“Fufu. Who knows?”
She chuckled teasingly, then set the eraser down and turned around.
Yukimiya grabbed her bag from the back of the room and spun the key on her finger, as if to say, “I’m locking up, so hurry and get out.”
I packed my things and stepped out of the council room.
After checking that nothing was left behind, I heard the sound of the lock clicking shut, echoing through the quiet hallway.
“I’ll return the key first.”
“Oh, okay.”
Without saying 'see you' or 'goodbye,' Yukimiya started walking down the corridor.
For some reason, I just stood there, watching her back as she walked away. Then suddenly, she turned slightly toward me.
Her long hair swayed gracefully, forming an elegant arc, and her cool eyes met mine directly.
Without knowing why, we both fell silent, staring at each other in the empty hallway.
Eh? Why are we staring at each other like this? I have no idea either.
Feeling awkward, I stepped back nervously.
“W-What is it?”
“...Nothing. See you.”
I thought she’d throw some snarky remark again, so I was ready for it—but Yukimiya only said that before continuing down the quiet hall.
Watching her walk alone through that silent corridor, she looked like the last girl left in a ruined world...
So fragile, so strong, so beautiful.
I stood frozen until her figure disappeared from sight, my eyes still following her back as she faded away.
After leaving school, I stopped by the supermarket to pick up some groceries before heading home through the dark residential area.
Between the meeting after school and shopping, it was already past six.
Usually by now, I’d be preparing dinner, but I was running really late.
Oh no, if I don’t hurry up and cook, Yukimiya’s gonna be in a bad mood.
I quickened my pace, walking past houses already glowing with warm lights. From some of them, I could hear the laughter and chatter of families eating dinner together...
Without realizing it, I stopped walking.
Family dinner… huh?
Now that I think about it, I’ve never really had that in my life.
I was never praised or scolded by my dad.
I was never hugged or loved by my mom.
When I woke up, they were already gone. When I went to bed, they had just come home.
That was my everyday life.
Looking back, I’m honestly surprised I managed to grow up this straight, without turning into some delinquent, even while living in what was practically neglect.
Hearing the warmth of family laughter from those houses, a quiet loneliness and unease crept into my heart.
But I kept walking. I’m not a kid anymore, someone who can stay trapped in feelings like that forever.
I have my own life—and I need to live it properly.
After walking for about ten minutes, I finally saw the apartment building where I live.
It’s pretty new, clean, and has decent security—that’s why I chose it. Plus, I get a student discount, which helps a lot. Well, though my parents are the ones paying for it anyway.
My room is number 202, at the far end after climbing the stairs. And right next to it, in room 201, lives Yukimiya.
Two student council presidents from the newly merged schools, living side by side in the same apartment—seriously, what are the odds of that? Even now, it still feels unreal.
In the chilly hallway, lit by bright white LED lights, I reached into my bag to grab my key. But just as I was about to unlock the door, the one next to mine opened with a soft click—and out stepped Yukimiya, the very same person I’d just parted with minutes ago.
When I saw her, she had already changed out of her school uniform into casual clothes.
She wore a cute shirt with floral frills across the chest, paired with a long skirt. It looked light, airy, and easy to move around in.
Her outfit gave off a slightly 'going out' vibe… not like her usual simple ones.
On her shoulder, she carried a tote bag with a cat illustration printed on it—the same one she always brought whenever she came to my room.
When she noticed a shadow in the hall, Yukimiya flinched and jumped slightly like a startled cat. But once she realized it was me, she looked relieved.
Then, she quickly put on her usual cold expression. But it was too late—I’d already seen her jump. It wasn’t scary at all.
“Oh, it’s you. I thought it was a wandering ghost.”
“Good thing it’s me, then. If it really were a ghost, you’d have screamed by now.”
“Not at all… There are no such things as ghosts. Getting scared every time would be pointless.”
She said that with a look of mild annoyance.
Huh… so Yukimiya isn’t the type to be afraid of ghosts or supernatural stuff? I thought she’d totally panic and freak out.
So far, the only thing that’s ever made her lose her composure completely… was a cockroach.
But well, that’s one of the top three things girls hate the most. You could even call it permanently banned territory.
After locking her door, Yukimiya suddenly spoke as if remembering something.
“Ah.”
“What’s wrong? Forgot something?”
“Not that... Welcome home.”
She said it with a gentle smile on her face.
It was a simple phrase, one you’d hear in everyday conversation—but when it came from her lips, it somehow made my heart flutter. It left me restless inside.
“T...Thanks.”
Feeling like soft feathers were brushing against my skin, I quickly averted my gaze.
Even though it was just a brief, casual exchange, for some reason, it shook me deeply.
“You’re home late. Just got back?”
“Y-yeah. I stopped by the store on my way home.”
“Ah, right. You also had a meeting earlier, didn’t you? Can’t be helped, then. Thanks for your hard work.”
When she saw the shopping bag in my hand, she gave a small nod of understanding.
I slowly turned my gaze away from Yukimiya and unlocked my room’s door while asking,
“Were you heading somewhere?”
“Why? If I had to say... my destination is your room.”
“Eh... But your outfit...”
It seemed she understood what I meant, because Yukimiya looked down at her clothes and muttered softly, “Ah.”
She slightly lifted the hem of her skirt and gave it a gentle swing. That small motion revealed her pale ankles and calves that had been hidden beneath the long skirt—and for some reason, that sight felt oddly alluring.
Sure, a glimpse of skin could make a guy’s heart skip a beat, but this was pushing it. Since when were ankles and calves considered charming features for teenage boys? Even I was surprised by my own taste.
Still twirling her skirt, Yukimiya spun around on the spot, as if showing off her outfit on purpose.
“It’s fine, right? I have moments when I want to wear clothes like this too. Or... should I have asked your permission first?”
“That’s not it... I’m just not used to seeing you dressed like this, that’s all.”
“I was just joking. Don’t take it so seriously.”
This is all her fault for saying things that throw me off balance.
I opened the door, let Yukimiya in, and turned on the lights.
Come to think of it, from an outsider’s perspective, this situation must look pretty suspicious—a high school girl living alone visiting the room of a high school boy who also lives alone. Only now did it actually hit me...
Inside, the room looked exactly the same as it had that morning. Since it had been a hot day, the air felt a bit stuffy. Feeling uncomfortable, I opened the window to let some fresh air in.
After washing her hands, Yukimiya returned to the kitchen, looking like an eager child waiting for dinner.
“So, what are we having today?”
“Omelet, rice, and miso soup.”
“...Not omurice ?”
The Ojou-sama clearly wasn’t happy that I wasn’t making omurice. She even puffed her cheeks a little in annoyance.
At school, she was always calm and composed, rarely showing any emotion—but here, she was far more expressive. I still didn’t know why.
“Yeah. But I’ll make an amazing omelet, so just wait and see. You don’t have to help today, just sit and relax.”
“...Fine. But if it’s not soft and fluffy, I won’t forgive you.”
“No promises there.”
Still, I could at least guarantee it would taste good. I’d made it plenty of times before... even though no one had ever tasted it and given me feedback.
At least I think it’s good. At least.
That’s important, so it bears repeating.
Yukimiya went to the living room, sat on the sofa, and opened the novel she’d brought along.
She sat upright, her eyes calmly tracing the lines of text across the pages resting on her lap.
Even when she was just reading a book, my eyes naturally drifted toward her.
Maybe this was what people called 'magnetic charm.' Seriously, no matter what she did, it always looked like a painting.
...But I didn’t have time to stare. I needed to start cooking.
I put away the ingredients I’d just bought into the fridge, leaving out what I needed.
As I began preparing dinner, my mind drifted back to the meeting earlier—specifically, about the group divisions for the field trip.
“Hey, Yukimiya.”
“No.”
“I haven’t even said anything yet!”
Don’t just refuse me because my tone changed!
I gave her a half-lidded glare, but Yukimiya turned her back to me, clearly avoiding eye contact.
She had this habit—whenever she felt guilty or was at a disadvantage, she’d avoid looking at me.
So yeah, she definitely felt guilty. What a troublesome girl.
“Seriously, this is just like last time. There’s zero progress in building any kind of friendship, huh?”
“B-but... but...”
Now she looked sulky.
Ever since the incident with Korekiyo-san, Yukimiya had started showing her emotions more often. Though... her way of expressing them was a little childish.
I was happy about it—it meant she trusted me more—but every time she made that kind of face, it made me feel strangely guilty.
Seriously, could she stop triggering my guilt for no reason? It’s like I’m the bad guy here.
But I’m not, right?
“No excuses. Try a little harder to get along with the others. If you keep acting like this, how are you supposed to build good relationships with everyone in school?”
“That’s impossible. Like I’ve said before, every time I try to talk to people, the atmosphere just gets awkward.”
So she’s aware of it, huh. If she knows, then she should try to fix it!
“Then stop saying things that make it awkward.”
“It’s not the things I say—it’s the aura I give off. Or maybe... the atmosphere that follows me...”
Ah... I see. Yeah, I get what she means.
It’s true that Yukimiya gave off an intimidating aura. It wasn’t that she looked angry or unfriendly, but her cold eyes, emotionless expression, and her blunt, no-nonsense attitude... It made the air around her tighten up the moment anyone let their guard down.
The female student council members seemed to admire that side of her, but the male members still didn’t really know her. They just imagined their own version of 'the perfect Yukimiya Hyouka,' and then felt betrayed when the real one didn’t match up—that much was obvious.
If I tried to explain her good points to them, they’d definitely ask, “Why does Yatsuhashi Hazuki know so much about Yukimiya Hyouka?”—and that would just be a whole other problem.
I sighed softly and glanced toward Yukimiya, who was nervously fidgeting with her fingers.
“Well... besides housework, maybe try learning a little about friendliness too, Yukimiya.”
“After careful consideration, I’ve decided I cannot comply with that request.”
“That was way too fast! You didn’t even consider it!”
At least pretend to think it over for one night... But knowing Yukimiya, no matter how long she thought about it, the answer wouldn’t change.
Seriously... when will she ever get along with the other guys? Or maybe that’s just impossible? Whatever, I won’t get my hopes up.
I cracked some eggs, added broth, mixed everything together, and poured it into the hot pan. Controlling the heat was key to a perfect omelet.
“Alright, done.”
While thinking, I finished cooking, set two plates on a tray, and carried them to the living room.
Just then, Yukimiya suddenly frowned in discomfort and stood up from the sofa.
“Ugh... Y-Yatsuhashi-kun, what’s that smell...?”
“Natto omelet.”
“...Huh?”
At my answer, she froze on the spot.
Judging by her reaction, she must really hate natto. She probably never imagined the food she despised most would appear disguised as an omelet. Slowly, Yukimiya backed away from me.
“N-n-n-natto...!? I-I told you I hate natto, didn’t I!?”
“Yeah, I remember. But during the group selection earlier, you cheated again just like you did at lunch, didn’t you?”
At my accusation, Yukimiya quickly turned away, her expression awkward.
They say even a Buddha’s patience runs out after three times—but for Yatsuhashi Hazuki, twice is enough. It’s time she truly regretted her actions.
Honestly, I didn’t want to force someone to eat what they hate as punishment. But this could be a good chance for her to overcome it. After all, life’s about challenges.
I set the omelet, rice, and miso soup in front of her. The food was still piping hot and looked delicious.
“Natto omelet with cheese inside, topped with Japanese sauce. Think of it as an experiment—just give it a try.”
“I told you, I really can’t eat natto... Seriously, I hate you, Yatsuhashi-kun.”
Despite her reluctance, Yukimiya finally gave in and sat across from me.
Usually, she’d sit up straight with composure, but today she looked uneasy. Her back was slightly hunched, like a wary cat, and her gaze was fixed on the natto omelet in front of her.
Come on, it’s not that bad. No need to look so tense.
If she kept this up, the food would go cold before she even took a bite.
I put my hands together and gestured for her to start eating. Seeing that, Yukimiya reluctantly did the same.
“Itadakimasu.”
“I-itadakimasu.”
We started by sipping miso soup to warm up our mouths and stomachs. It was simple—just tofu and seaweed—but that simplicity made it good.
Then I took my first bite of the natto omelet. The smell of natto was still there, but the cheese softened the flavor nicely. The sticky texture wasn’t bad, and the Japanese-style sauce made with perilla leaves and grated radish really elevated the taste.
As I enjoyed my meal, Yukimiya finally mustered her courage and reached out with her spoon.
But even after taking a small piece, she didn’t put it in her mouth right away. She needed a little more courage, apparently.
“What’s wrong? Want me to feed you?”
“I’d rather eat natto straight from the pack than be fed by you.”
She glared at me like I was some kind of disgusting bug. Guess I really annoyed her. I had officially fallen below natto in her ranking of things she liked.
After several false starts, she finally managed to take a tiny bite—though it was only the tip of her spoon.
“A...am... mogu... mogu...”
With her brows furrowed, she slowly chewed and swallowed.
Well, I already knew what the answer would be, but still...
“So, how is it?”
“I’ve been deceived.”
Just as I expected—she still didn’t like it.
With eyes cold as absolute zero, Yukimiya set her spoon down and began sipping her miso soup repeatedly, as if trying to wash away the natto taste.
Still, she took at least one bite. That was better than refusing it outright.
“Haa... I really can’t eat natto. I’m more convinced than ever now. Please don’t ever make it again.”
“Yeah, yeah, got it. I also made a regular omelet, so eat that instead.”
I slid the plain omelet toward her, and pulled the natto omelet she’d abandoned over to my side.
Yukimiya stared at the dish, then looked at me in surprise.
“Eh... You made two?”
“Yeah. I figured you wouldn’t be able to eat it, so I made a regular one too. Besides, you can try getting used to natto little by little.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it in my entire life... But, sorry. You went through all that trouble cooking it.”
Oh? She could actually look apologetic? I never expected to see Yukimiya say sorry with that kind of expression.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s still food, and it’s going into my stomach either way.”
I’m a growing teenage boy. Never underestimate my stomach capacity.
When she finally started eating the plain omelet, her eyes lit up in delight. Guess she really liked it.
I finished my natto omelet and reached out for the leftovers on her plate—
“Wait.”
—But she suddenly stopped me.
“What’s wrong?”
“...You’re seriously going to eat that?”
“Of course.”
Throwing away food that’s been made? No way.
No matter what it tastes like, everything on the table should be eaten. That’s a way to show respect to the cook and the people who produced the ingredients—even if the cook this time was me.
But for some reason, Yukimiya looked uneasy. Her gaze darted around, and she seemed restless.
It was like she wanted to say something but couldn’t bring herself to. I think this was the first time I’d seen her act like that.
“What is it? Do you want to say something?”
“N-no... it’s nothing. Really, nothing at all...”
Her face didn’t look like 'nothing' at all though... Weird girl. But then again, she’s always weird.
Whatever. I might as well just finish eating.
I scooped up some rice along with the now-cold natto omelet and put it in my mouth.
Hmm... even cold, it still tastes good. Poor girl, missing out on such a tasty dish.
But Yukimiya still looked fidgety. She kept sneaking glances at me, again and again.
“What is it now? You keep staring at me. It’s hard to eat like this.”
“Uh... it’s just that...”
After hesitating for a while, Yukimiya finally seemed to make up her mind—and for some reason, her cheeks turned slightly red.
“That... was my food, wasn’t it?”
.........
Oh.
Well, when she puts it that way... yeah, it really was her food.
Without thinking, my eyes drifted toward her lips.
Her small, perfectly shaped lips—smooth, unchapped, and soft-looking—parted slightly as she let out a quiet breath.
Maybe she was thinking the same thing, because her fingers slowly brushed against her lips.
I hadn’t even thought about it before... but once she said it, it suddenly became incredibly awkward...!
I could feel my face heating up. No, not just my face—my whole body felt warm.
I hadn’t seen myself in a mirror, but I was sure my face was bright red right now...!
When I turned away, Yukimiya also hurriedly sipped her miso soup, as if trying to hide her own embarrassment.
“A-anyway, even if you already touched it, you only ate a little bit, right? S-so, it’s not like we should worry about an... indirect kiss or anything...!”
“R-right... I wasn’t thinking about that at all. Not at all.”
Liar. If she hadn’t said it, I wouldn’t have even realized it!
We both kept our heads down, eating dinner in complete silence.
This was the first time in my life that I’d ever experienced such a stiff meal.
No, no, this won’t do. Don’t think about it. If I start thinking about it, I lose. Stay calm, stay cool, Yatsuhashi Hazuki.
Besides, I’ve shared food and drinks with other people before—usually Junya or someone from Kuroba.
Without saying a word, we continued eating quietly, and before long, I finished my meal in no time.
Once we were done, it seemed Yukimiya had calmed down. With a satisfied look, she pressed her hands together and hurriedly started tidying up the table.
“As always, thank you for the meal, Yatsuhashi-kun. I’ll wash the dishes, so you can relax.”
“Are you sure? I can help.”
“No need. I didn’t do much today, so at least let me do this.”
Without waiting for my reply, she gathered up the plates and carried them to the sink.
Well, if she says so, I’ll just go along with it.
I leaned back against the sofa and watched her wash the dishes with an absentminded look.
A cute outfit and an apron… that combination is lethal.
She’s always pretty, but today she looks at least fifty percent more adorable than usual.
Not just like a female friend… more like a young wife, honestly.
If I said that out loud, though, she’d probably give me the cold shoulder right away.
As I continued staring at her blankly, she suddenly noticed my gaze and shot me a sharp glare.
“Stop staring at me like that. It’s uncomfortable.”
Correction. She’s not cute at all.
I shrugged and started playing with my phone. Nothing important to do, but a phone really is the perfect boredom killer. I can’t imagine life without it.
Who knows how much time passed, but eventually Yukimiya, who had finished washing the dishes, placed a cup of warm tea in front of me.
That’s unusual. Green tea, huh?
“Thanks. …Since when do we have green tea here?”
“I brought it from my room. Lately, my father sent me a tea set along with this tea. He even slipped in a note saying, ‘Drink it together with Yatsuhashi-kun.’”
She even showed me the handwritten letter. There wasn’t anything strange written—just a simple thank-you note for helping improve his relationship with her.
Still, a thank-you gift of green tea, a kyusu, and yunomi… that felt oddly meaningful. I couldn’t shake the feeling there was some hidden intent behind it.
[TLN: “Kyusu” refers to a small Japanese teapot used for brewing green tea. “Yunomi” is a handleless teacup typically used for drinking green tea.]
I rarely hear Yukimiya talk about Korekiyo-san, but it seems things have gone well since then. I’m glad to hear that.
Sitting beside me, Yukimiya sipped her green tea, and I joined in, sneaking glances at her from the corner of my eye.
Slurp…
Anyway, this tea is really good. It’s deep with a faint sweetness—not too light, not too strong. The texture is smooth as it goes down, and above all, it has this relaxing warmth to it.
As I took another sip, I glanced at the tea leaves Yukimiya had placed on the table.
Hmm, what’s this…? Premium-grade leaves, 100 grams… five tho—!?
…I’d better savor this carefully.
Still reeling from the price, I slowly drank the rest of the tea. Just then, Yukimiya let out a quiet sigh, staring at her yunomi with a faintly troubled expression.
That’s rare. I hardly ever see her look like this. Something must be on her mind.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Eh… It’s about Vice President Kurotsuki,” she replied.
She set her cup down on the table and sighed softly again, almost like a whisper.
“During the meeting earlier, she looked spaced out, didn’t she? Now that I think about it, she was the same way in class too… I can’t help but worry.”
“She’s fine. She just said she didn’t get much sleep,” I answered.
“But that girl—if she were just sleep-deprived like usual, she’d have fallen asleep in class without caring. That’s why I’m worried—it’s different this time.”
Wait a second. She can still sleep in class with teaching speeds like that? And still keep up with Shiramine’s academic level? That brain of hers is on another level. We grew up together, but where did the gap even start…?
Feeling a bit defeated, I swallowed that emotion along with another sip of tea and recalled how Kurotsuki looked earlier today.
“She said she’s been having nightmares lately. That kind of thing can happen when someone’s stressed.”
Everyone’s had those nights where you’re sleepy but just can’t fall asleep. For her, today just happened to be one of those nights.
Hearing that, Yukimiya touched her finger to her lips, thought for a moment, then gave a small nod.
“That’s true… Maybe I’m just overthinking it.”
“Probably.”
It hasn’t even been a full month since we reunited, but Kurotsuki now seems so cheerful…
She’s usually so upbeat and positive. Give her a little time, and she’ll be back to normal… probably. Maybe. Hopefully.
But Yukimiya still looked uneasy. She glanced at me hesitantly.
“Yatsuhashi-kun, maybe I shouldn’t ask this of you, but…”
“Hm? What is it?”
“…If something happens to Vice President Kurotsuki, please help her.”
She didn’t say it like, “Just like you did for me,” but her eyes spoke those words clearly.
I couldn’t refuse. I simply gave her a firm nod.
“Of course. Kurotsuki—Yocchan is an important childhood friend of mine. No matter what happens, I’ll always be on her side.”
“…Thank you.”
Yukimiya smiled softly, the corners of her lips curling up just a little. Ever since the incident with korekiyo-san, she’s been smiling like this more often. But somehow, I still can’t get used to it.
Not because it’s uncomfortable—more like… her smile carries a quiet trust, like she’s entrusting me with something heavy.
Not that she’s actually thinking that way… probably. But then, what does it mean? I have no idea.
…Am I always this much of a coward?
After getting that off her chest, Yukimiya seemed lighter. She pulled out her study materials from her cat-patterned tote bag.
As usual, the amount of homework was ridiculous. Yet somehow, Yukimiya had already finished all of it.
Considering the time difference between us was just however long I spent shopping at the supermarket… how fast did she even do that? Just once, I want to see her in action.
“Alright, let’s begin today’s study session,” she said.
With a pash! she slapped her long ruler against her palm, smiling. But this smile was different—not the soft one from before, but a firm, merciless one that left no room for objection.
Oh no. This is bad. She’s still mad.
I instantly tried to retreat backward on the sofa at high speed, but my back hit the armrest. Damn, there’s no escape.
“W-w-wait, Yukimiya! We can talk this out!”
“No discussions. …Tonight, I’ll settle my grudge about the natto.”
“Huuuhh!”
“Oh, it’s this late already,” Yukimiya said afterward.
“…………”
Finally… it’s over… Not only my body, but even my soul is exhausted…
Just like she said, she really did it. Tonight, Yukimiya was like a demon—strict, strict, and even stricter… No mercy, no kindness. Just whip, no candy.
Alright, I give up. I’ll never try to make her like natto again.
I let my head drop onto the table and glanced at the clock above. The day was about to end.
Weird. I always thought that when a young man and woman spend hours together in one room, there’d be at least a few sweet moments between them. But that's not true at all.
…Sweet moments with Yukimiya?
No way. I can’t imagine that at all.
Besides, she doesn’t show even the slightest interest in things like love. It’s as if that concept doesn’t exist for her.
Effortlessly, she packed up her things, rinsed the empty teacups, and headed for the door without a trace of hesitation.
As the host, I walked her to the entrance—though honestly, since her room’s right next door, it didn’t really make a difference.
“Alright then, Yatsuhashi-kun. See you tomorrow,” she said.
“…Hey, I’ve always wondered—every morning you come over right at seven, already fully ready for the day. What time do you even wake up?”
“Around six-thirty,” she replied.
That means, after taking a shower and getting ready for bed, she only sleeps about five or six hours.
“Isn’t that still sleep deprivation? Lack of sleep is a girl’s worst enemy, you know. You should get proper rest too, right?” I asked.
“That’s true, but I have to teach you, after all…”
…Forgive me, your hopeless student.
Maybe my expression showed my guilt, because Yukimiya quickly shook her head in a small panic.
“I-I didn’t mean it like that! Actually, teaching you is pretty fun since you catch on quickly, so I just end up wanting to teach you more…”
“Oh… is that so…?”
I didn’t really feel that way myself, but hearing her say that made me kinda happy.
Feeling both flattered and embarrassed, I scratched my cheek. But no, this isn’t the time to get all shy.
“Thanks for always teaching me so patiently. But if you end up getting sick from lack of sleep, that defeats the purpose. Starting tomorrow, let’s wrap up by ten… eleven at the latest. Studying while sleep-deprived is pointless.”
“Really? That would actually help me a lot…”
“Yeah, of course.”
Honestly, that’d lighten my load too—and more importantly, reduce my overall study time.
Yukimiya folded her arms in thought for a moment, then smiled lightly and nodded.
“Alright, let’s do that. To be honest, I don’t think our current schedule could’ve lasted much longer anyway.”
“Deal.”
Yes! That means more time for videos and anime!
“With a shorter study time, I’ll just teach you more intensely,” she added.
……
“Hah?”
“Don’t worry. I won’t let your grades drop just because we study for fewer hours.”
“Hah!?”
“Still, I’m impressed, Yatsuhashi-kun. You chose a path where you can improve your academics while also protecting your sleep schedule. Truly fitting for a student council president.”
That’s not what I meant!? I was trying to reduce my workload, even if it meant my grades dropped a little!
“Well then, see you tomorrow, Yatsuhashi-kun. Good night,” she said before I could protest.
Before I could even say anything, Yukimiya had already disappeared into her room.
…Wait. Did I just make a huge mistake?
I don’t believe in gods or Buddhas, and I’m a born-and-bred Japanese, but… let me just say this once-
“Oh my god…”
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