Section 4

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On Monday, the day after Nagi's recital, she came over to my apartment. This week was apparently a break for her, so she didn't have any of her usual extracurricular lessons.

Right now, Nagi and I were sitting side by side on the sofa, looking at each other.

"I-I worked really hard. So, I would like... a reward."

"Sure."

"T-That was fast. I thought you were going to turn me down."

"I saw firsthand just how hard you worked. Besides, I wanted to thank you too. I was able to see something really—truly incredible."

The recital had been breathtaking. It was the kind of experience you couldn't get just living an ordinary everyday life.

"It was all thanks to you, Nagi. If there's anything I can do, just say the word. I'll do whatever you want."

"A-Anything...? Th-That's no good. You shouldn't say such things so lightly."

A smile slipped onto my face at her reaction.

"It's fine. You're the only person I'd ever say that to, Nagi."

It wasn't as if I thought she would ever ask for something terrible. I said it with complete faith in her, but—

"...That's... no good. If you say things like that, I'll... turn into a bad girl."

The words were murmured softly. Yet in the quiet room, I didn't miss a single syllable.

"Isn't it fine for you to be a bad girl, at least in front of me? It's not like I'd ever hate you for it, Nagi."

"Y-You really said it, didn't you? I-I'm really going to turn into a bad girl, you know?"

Her blue eyes wavered slightly, but she held my gaze with unswerving focus. Meeting her eyes head-on, I nodded.

Nagi rarely indulged her own desires. It was only recently that she had finally begun revealing them, little by little.

—But it still wasn't enough. I wanted to know so much more about her.

"Th-Then... I'm going to say it, all right? I'm really going to say it!"

"Yeah. Whatever you want is fine."

Nagi clenched her small fists in front of her chest. Her pale pink lips parted, trembling slightly.

At the same time, she spread her arms open a little.

"—Please hold me. I want you to give me a tight hug."

...

Well, I definitely hadn't seen that coming. But even so...

"Yeah, okay."

I had no reason to refuse.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close along with her outstretched arms.

Her slender, pale arms looped around my back, hugging me tight. To answer her, I tightened my embrace as well.

Her warm, soft presence pressed against my entire body. Though I felt embarrassed that she might hear my racing heart, deep beneath her own chest, a rhythmic thumping echoed in tandem.

Realizing the heartbeat belonged to Nagi, she giggled. Her spilled breath tickled my shoulder and neck.

"Hearing your heartbeat, Souta-kun, makes me feel so safe."

"Yeah, me too."

From my back where her hands rested, and from every point where our bodies touched, her warmth seeped into me.

Her silky hair brushed against my hand, and her sweet fragrance made my head swim with a pleasant numbness.

"Souta-kun."

"What is it?"

"...Fufu, it's nothing."

Every time her lips moved, her chin resting on my shoulder shifted, tickling me.

Had she tried to say something, or had she just called my name on a whim? I didn't know. But I felt like it was fine even if I never figured it out.

Because it felt as though her heartbeat, her warmth—all of it was reaching me directly.

I wished this moment could last forever—and before I knew it, an entire hour had slipped by like that. Nagi glanced at the clock, and perhaps satisfied, pulled back. Our eyes met, her blue gaze locking with mine, and both of our expressions softened into smiles. Still wearing that gentle look, she parted her lips.

"Next is your turn, Souta-kun."

"Mine?"

"A reward for you, Souta-kun."

I tilted my head at her words. There was a clear reason for Nagi to get one since she had worked so hard... but I hadn't done anything.

"I was able to do my best because you came, Souta-kun."

"You're the one who worked hard, Nagi. I didn't do anything."

"You came, didn't you? To the recital."

Dainty, slender fingers lightly pinched my shirt. Her face turned serious... or rather, she seemed almost desperate.

"You don't know, Souta-kun. Just how much—just how many times you've saved me."

Her face drew close with a gentle pull. Her hand moved softly, coming to rest over my chest.

Her body heat transmitted straight through the fabric. My own heartbeat pounded even louder in my ears.

"By your side, Souta-kun, is the only place where I can truly lay myself bare. Because you came on that day, Souta-kun... no."

Her hand crept further up. Her other hand reached out as well, cradling both of my cheeks.

Eyes like a clear sea reflecting the sunlight. As I was captivated by them, her long, slender fingers gently traced my skin.

"After our eyes met, Souta-kun, I was able to perform a much better dance. Afterward, my teacher praised me. She said, 'You have broken out of your shell and become even more beautiful.'"

"...Is that... so?"

"Yes. She also said, 'You must have had a wonderful encounter.' That is why I have been saved by you many times more than you could ever imagine, Souta-kun."

—Those fingers gently stroked my cheeks again and again.

—Nagi's sweet, tender fragrance tickled my nostrils.

"It is to the point where the word 'gratitude' cannot even begin to express it."

—A voice as beautiful as rolling bells, as clear and pure as mountain spring water. It resonated through my eardrums and shook my very soul.

Being able to feel Nagi with every part of my body felt like it was going to drive me crazy. But she didn't stop there.

"Therefore, you need a reward as well, Souta-kun. Please tell me whatever you wish for. Literally anything is fine."

—Those words were far too sweet, like a lethal poison.

"Y-You shouldn't... say things like that so easily."

Squeezing the words out from the depths of my throat, I somehow managed to get that out. Just keeping my voice from cracking took everything I had.

Her words echoed loudly in my head....Right when I was finally becoming conscious of her, being offered "anything" made my imagination run wild with improper thoughts.

Embarrassed, I tried to avert my eyes, but I couldn't escape her gaze. She let out a soft chuckle.

"It's fine. You're the only person I'd ever say that to, Souta-kun."

My eyes went wide at hearing my own words thrown back at me, and then a wry smile slipped out.

"You got me there."

"Fufu. Do you understand how I felt earlier now?"

"Yeah. This really is unfair."

Only then did Nagi remove her hands. While I felt relieved, I couldn't help but feel a little lonely as the warmth left my cheeks.

"Anything is fine. If it is within my power, I will do anything."

Hearing those words repeated, my heart began to hammer dangerously against my ribs again. No, this won't do. This was proof of Nagi's trust in me. However—

"Even sleeping beside you would be fine."

The words that followed made my throat seize up entirely. I tried to reply, but my mouth only opened and closed like a fish out of water.

"I'm... not joking."

Her smile was lovely as always, but her eyes and voice carried absolute seriousness. Banishing the wicked thoughts swelling in my mind, I shook my head vigorously.

"I-I'll pass on that. I-It's not that I hate the idea. It's an incredibly tempting offer, but there was something else I wanted to ask for."

When I declined, Nagi made a crestfallen face, so I hastily added a reason. The shadow that had momentarily crossed her eyes vanished, replaced by light as she tilted her head with curiosity.

"What might it be?"

"Ah—well. I was actually planning on asking you from the start, but..."

Feeling heat rise to my cheeks, I scratched the side of my face and steeled my resolve.

"Could you give me one day of your time, Nagi?"

Nagi's eyes widened slightly.

"Does that mean—"

"Yeah, Nagi. With me..."

My shallow breathing quickened with my pounding chest. My mouth felt parched, so I took a deep breath.

"I want you to go out with me."

"...! That means, a-a date, right?!"

My heart slammed against my ribs at her words. Trying to play it cool... I gave a small nod.

"I would love to go. A date with you, Souta-kun."

Nagi murmured happily. Looking at her, my heart gradually calmed down, and my chest filled with a warm, comforting glow.

"Thank goodness."

Relieved from the bottom of my heart, I let out a breath. I had thought the chances of being rejected were low, but having her accept so readily still made me undeniably happy.

"I'm looking forward to our date, Souta-kun. Have you already decided on a destination?"

"Well, it might be pretty cliché, but... I was thinking of going to an amusement park."

"An amusement park!"

Nagi's eyes sparkled like a child's. Wondering what had caused such an excited reaction, she gave a light cough, perhaps feeling slightly embarrassed.

"T-To tell the truth, I have never been to one. An amusement park, that is."

"Really?"

"Yes. Well, my parents invited me when I was little. But even at a young age, I understood how busy they were, so I turned them down..."

"I... see."

I didn't know her exact age at the time, but it was all too easy to picture her suppressing her own desires out of consideration for her parents.

"Then let's make up for all of that and have a blast together."

"Yes!"

While replying to Nagi, a thought crossed my mind.

I hoped that someday, Nagi would be able to go to all kinds of places with her parents too.

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Saturday of the following week. The promised day had arrived.

Since last week had been Nagi's break week, we had scheduled it for today... but ever since around last Saturday, she had seemed somewhat down. It had started right after she mentioned having an important talk with her father that day.

Feeling anxious, I had asked if she wanted to postpone the date, but Nagi wouldn't hear of it. She insisted, "I absolutely will not push the date back." When I tried asking if something had happened, she hesitated before choosing to keep it to herself. Thinking it best not to pry, I hadn't pushed the issue either.

I repeatedly clenched and opened my numb hands, forcing blood back into fingers stiff with nerves. As I did, the train pulled up to the platform where Nagi was waiting. Catching sight of her snow-white hair through the window, my tension melted away.

"Good morning, Souta-kun!"

"G-Good morning, Nagi."

Nagi was just as usual... or rather, even more energetic than normal. I had been worried, but it seemed she was doing fine.

Winter was just around the corner, and today was particularly chilly. Nagi was wearing a dark brown coat and a black knit beanie, bundled up warmly.

"Those clothes look great on you."

"...! Thank you very much. You look very handsome as well, Souta-kun."

"Ah, thanks."

I was wearing a black jacket and winter jeans. I had bought them specifically for today.

"Alright, shall we go?"

"Yes! I can't wait!"

"...Yeah. Me too. I was looking forward to it so much that I could barely sleep last night."

"Fufu, I couldn't sleep either."

Nagi smiled. —Was it just my imagination, or did that smile look slightly forced?

Harboring a faint trace of unease, we boarded the train together.

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"Wow...! It's so huge!"

"It's my first time here, but it really is massive."

The amusement park was right next to the station. Looking at the attractions, Nagi was bubbling with excitement, tugging at my sleeve to hurry me along.

Together with her, I stepped into the entrance line.

"I was a little surprised, though. I thought you would have been to an amusement park before, Souta-kun."

"Hm?...Ah, my family's place was out in the countryside, you see. There weren't any amusement parks nearby."

I had been to zoos and aquariums when I was little, but never a theme park.

"You know how amusement parks have age and height restrictions on rides? We talked about going once I hit middle school, but right around then, my dad's job got ridiculously busy."

"I see, so that was why."

Looking ahead, it seemed it would still take some time before we reached the ticket booth. Turning my gaze back to Nagi, I voiced a question that crossed my mind.

"What about you, Nagi... uh, have you been anywhere besides amusement parks? Like a zoo, for instance?"

"I went to a zoo once with my family. It was about a year after I came to their home. Other than that... I turned them down. For the same reason as the amusement park."

"...I see."

However, one could also look at it as her parents making the effort to take her to the zoo despite their packed schedules. Given that they had invited her to other places as well, it probably wasn't that they didn't care about Nagi at all.

Still—

"In that case, do you want to try visiting all sorts of places from now on?"

I wanted to see all kinds of sights with Nagi in the future. Aquariums and art museums sounded fun too. Especially if it was a museum focused on traditional Japanese dance.

I had spoken with that hope in mind, but—Nagi's face froze for a split second. Though it returned to normal by the time she blinked, I didn't miss it.

"Yes... you're right. I would love to."

Her bright smile seemed to carry a subtle shadow... or so it felt. It might have been my imagination. But I couldn't brush it off.

"Is something wrong?"

Because I was genuinely worried about her.

I was terrified that she might be forcing herself for my sake.

After widening her eyes in surprise, Nagi gave a bright smile.

"Something a bit mentally exhausting happened recently. But I'm sure that if I spend today with you, Souta-kun, I'll... forget all about it in no time. So, I'm perfectly fine."

"...I see."

She didn't give specifics. She clearly didn't want to talk about it.

If that was the case, there was only one thing I needed to do.

"Let's have a ton of fun today."

I reached over and brushed my fingers against the hand that had been clutching my hem the entire time. Though Nagi's fingers let go of my clothes, they didn't pull away from mine.

When I took her hand, Nagi's eyes crinkled into a smile, and she squeezed back tightly.

"I'm going to enjoy today to the absolute fullest!"

Saying that, she happily took a step closer, pressing her shoulder against mine.

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The first place we headed after entering the park was a giant labyrinth.

"I see. So this path loops right back to where we started."

"Looks like the other fork was the right one."

While looking at the map with Nagi and asking where she wanted to go first, this had been the very first attraction she pointed to. The labyrinth was the largest structure in the amusement park and had an intricate design. Apparently, it was one of the places she had most wanted to try.

And in fact, she seemed to be enjoying it thoroughly. I was having quite a lot of fun myself.

It was naturally good mental exercise, but beyond that—

"Hmm. I can see the overall layout now."

I loved watching Nagi think with such a serious expression.

With her hand on her chin, her gaze looked into the distance without focusing on anything in particular....Unconsciously, she was opening and closing her hand.

The gesture was adorable, and I never grew tired of watching it.

"...?"

When our eyes met, Nagi smiled back at me.

Every single one of her gestures was just a bit too cute. To the point where I couldn't help letting out a soft breath of admiration.

"Shall we head back to the previous path, then?"

"Yeah. Lead the way."

Pulled along by Nagi's hand, we pushed forward through the maze.

And just like that, we safely reached the exit.

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In contrast to before, this time I was the one leading Nagi by the hand.

As for why—it was because we were in a haunted house.

"Are you okay, Nagi? Um, if it's really too scary, it's totally fine to give up, you know?"

Inside the pitch-black hallway, I called out to the barely visible Nagi, but she shook her head vigorously. Her pure white hair swayed with the motion, brushing against my shoulder.

"N-No! I-I was the one who insisted on coming in, after all!"

While saying so, Nagi was clinging to my hand... or rather, hugging my entire arm.

It was an intensely compromising situation, but it wasn't as if I was completely unfazed either. I liked horror movies and the like, but I was the type who genuinely enjoyed the thrill of being scared.

Just then, something icy cold brushed against my cheek, making me jump. Startled by my reaction, Nagi gasped and jumped in fright alongside me.

"S-Souta-kun?! What happened?!"

"N-No. Something just brushed my cheek..."

Turning around, there was no one there. The soft pressure against my arm tightened, and something warm rested on my shoulder. Looking down, Nagi had locked her arms around mine, burying her cheek against my shoulder.

"U-Uuu... l-let's keep going! Souta-kun!"

"Don't push yourself, okay?"

"I-I'll be fine! If push comes to shove, I know you will protect me, Souta-kun!"

The words seemed to have slipped out completely naturally. Glancing at Nagi, she was trying to march forward while keeping her soft cheek pressed against me.

Looking at her like that... despite the creepy atmosphere, I felt a swell of warmth, but that was short-lived.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed our ankles from below, and we bolted.

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Sitting on a bench in the park area, we caught our breath. Placing a hand over her chest, Nagi let out a long sigh.

"Phew... That was quite an eventful experience, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. Though I never thought the first person to scold me in high school would be a haunted house staff member instead of a teacher."

Running was strictly prohibited in the haunted house because it was dangerous. We had received a stern talking-to the moment we burst through the exit.

Nagi gave a wry smile and pulled two wrapped bundles from the bag resting on her lap.

"Well then, shall we have lunch?"

"Yeah, thanks."

This was a designated picnic area. This amusement park allowed outside food and drinks, and it even featured an open park area. It felt just like a mini picnic.

"...I've been making lunches for you, Souta-kun, but this is the first time we've actually eaten together like this, isn't it?"

"Come to think of it, you're right."

Since we went to different schools, it was only natural, but it still felt special.

"I packed plenty of your favorite foods today, Souta-kun, so please eat your fill."

"Yeah, thank you. Can I open it?"

"Yes! Of course!"

Thanking Nagi and getting her permission, I pulled off the lid.

"Whoa...!"

Hamburg steak and fried chicken. Stir-fried vegetables glazed in a savory-sweet sauce, alongside fluffy white rice.

Every single thing was one of my absolute favorites.

Looking over, Nagi had opened her own lunchbox and was watching me with a beaming smile.

When I clapped my hands together, Nagi mirrored the gesture.

Thanks for the food.

And with that, we dug in.

"...! It's amazing! It's so good, Nagi!"

"Fufu. I'm so glad you like it."

Nagi happily took a bite of her own food, her cheeks relaxing into a smile as she said, "Mmm, it is delicious!"

The meal, which was quite a generous portion, disappeared in no time at all.

"Thank you for the wonderful meal."

"You're very welcome. You really eat with such genuine joy, Souta-kun."

"Because it was amazing. Truly."

And it had been the exact right amount to leave me completely satisfied.

"Thank you, Nagi. Thanks to you, I remembered how enjoyable eating can be."

Until I met Nagi, meals had felt like nothing more than a routine chore for a long time. When I expressed my gratitude once more, she gave a gentle, tender smile.

"You are very welcome, then."

However—was it really just my imagination that her smile seemed tinged with a lingering sorrow?

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"The roller coaster was my first time riding one, but it was so exhilarating!"

"Yeah. I had a great time too."

Even after lunch, we hit ride after ride. However, fun times always slipped away too fast. The sun was already dipping below the horizon, and we were running out of time for more than one last attraction.

Before I knew it, my gaze met her clear blue eyes.

"There's one last ride I want to go on."

"...What a coincidence. There was an attraction I wanted to ride with you as well, Souta-kun. I believe we're thinking of the same one."

Our conversation paused there. Holding hands, we began walking without needing to say another word.

The place we arrived at was—the Ferris wheel.

"The Ferris wheel. I've always wanted to ride one, ever since I was little."

"I've... wanted to ride it with you too."

The pounding of my own heart drowned out everything, to the point where even my own voice barely registered in my ears.

Having come this far, there was no turning back. No, I had no intention of backing down anyway.

I had already steeled my resolve....That being said, my nerves were completely frayed.

Strangely enough, by the time we joined the queue, our conversation faded into silence.

Ah, damn it, I couldn't even look at Nagi's face. Were my hands sweaty and gross? I couldn't even tell anymore.

Thirty minutes standing in line. A brief moment if you were occupied, but an agonizingly long time if you were standing still in silence.

During that entire half hour, neither Nagi nor I uttered a single word. Overcome with nervousness, I couldn't even bring myself to look at her. To keep my breathing steady, I took slow, deep breaths again and again.

A stretch of time that felt both fleeting and eternal.

And then, our turn finally came to board the gondola.

"Please watch your step as you board."

"Thank you very much."

Nagi stepped in first. I followed right behind her. Through it all, our hands remained firmly clasped.

As expected, the inside wasn't very spacious. It could seat four people at most.

Sitting side by side with Nagi, I tried desperately to sort through my tangled thoughts. I had been trying to organize them for a while now, but with my heart hammering in my throat, nothing was going smoothly.

When was the right timing to say it? At the very top, after all? What should I talk about until then? What if she rejects me—and right then, I noticed something strange.

The atmosphere inside the gondola was wrong. It was wound tight with a suffocating tension, like a drawn bowstring.

"Nagi?"

—For the first time in thirty minutes, I finally looked at her face.

When was the last time I had gone so long without looking at her... no, this was probably the first time since we met. Startled by that realization, looking at Nagi's face made my eyes widen even further.

Nagi was staring at me with a rigid, strained expression.

"Souta-kun."

All softness had vanished from her tone. Perhaps she had been waiting all this time for me to look at her.

"There is something I must tell you. —Something very, very important."

It felt as though a bucket of icy water had been dumped over my head. That chill cascaded down my spine like ice melting against bare skin.

I had a bad feeling.

A terrible, sickening premonition.

Nagi's clear blue eyes locked onto mine, refusing to let go.

"Souta-kun, the truth is..."

I didn't want to hear the rest of those words.

My chest churned with violent unease, feeling as though my heart was being squeezed by an icy fist.

Even though I had no idea what was coming—I wanted to cover my ears.

I wanted to hear her gentle voice as usual. I wanted her to smile.

I thought about cutting her off, but my gut screamed that this wasn't a situation where I could run away.

I didn't want to hear it, yet I had to listen.

Conflicting emotions tore at my chest.

And my premonition—

"Today is the last day I will be able to see you, Souta-kun."

—came true in the worst possible way.

Doubt my own ears? I couldn't even manage that much.

Because my mind went completely white, incapable of forming a single thought.

By the time my brain finally started functioning again, tens of seconds... no, perhaps several minutes had already slipped away.

"What... did you just say?"

My voice was terribly hoarse, barely audible.

Yet Nagi showed no reaction to that, repeating the words in a flat, even tone.

"—After today, I will no longer be able to see you, Souta-kun. That is what I said."

—Those words, which I had desperately prayed were just a misunderstanding.

However... her blue eyes and steady voice were utterly unswerving. As if declaring that it was the absolute truth.

Countless thoughts surfaced in my mind only to shatter into pieces.

Damn it, I couldn't pull myself together.

"...A reason. Can you give me a reason?"

I somehow squeezed those words past my throat. Nagi gave a single nod and squeezed my cold hand. Her own fingers were just as icy.

"It has been decided that I am to be engaged to someone....To be precise, it is not official yet, but..."

Those words sounded muffled, as if echoing from deep underwater.

A wave of nausea hit me, making my stomach knot up. Forcing it down, I burned her words into my reeling mind.

"Please... keep going."

"The other party is the son of a certain company's president... I believe he turns twenty this year. He saw me at the recital and apparently fell in love at first sight."

Older. And the son of a company president.

No matter how sluggish my brain was, I understood the implications immediately.

"I haven't told you before, but my father is an entrepreneur. Specifically, he runs a kimono-related business... focusing primarily on expanding into overseas markets. And the other party manages one of the leading kimono companies in Japan."

"...I see."

So many things clicked into place. Far too neatly.

The fact that Nagi was trained in traditional Japanese dance, tea ceremony, and flower arrangement—perhaps it had all been for this. Kimonos were popular overseas, so it had served as a way to promote the family brand internationally.

"Last Saturday, my father brought the matter to me. The condition offered by the other party was, 'Arrange a formal marriage interview next Sunday. And if an engagement is finalized, our company will allow itself to be absorbed into the Shinonome Group'... It is somewhat more complicated in practice, but broken down, that is what it means."

"...What about your... own feelings, Nagi?"

"I was the one who said I wanted to do it."

I must have been making a dreadful face.

Though Nagi was smiling, that smile looked agonizingly broken. Even so, she never once looked away.

"...I couldn't change after all."

Murmuring softly, her ice-cold hand reached out and cupped my cheek.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this....To tell the truth, I had always known a marriage proposal like this would come along someday. That is why I used you, Souta-kun."

"What... are you talking about...?"

"Do you remember when we first talked, Souta-kun?"

At Nagi's words, I naturally recalled that morning on the train—and the truth hit me.

When she said she had developed a fear of men and desperately wanted to overcome it.

—'I thought about whether time might eventually resolve it. But because of that "eventually," I might miss a major opportunity in the near future. Whether in human relationships or academics. Perhaps entrance exams... or maybe an even greater opportunity beyond that.'

—'I have to overcome this fear. That is why I want to believe in you—and gamble my life on it.'

I finally understood the real reason she had wanted to overcome her fear.

"Yes. Someday, when a marriage proposal came like this, fearing men would only cause severe disadvantages. That is why I used you, Souta-kun."

As she spoke, her voice began to tremble. A thin sheen of tears glazed her eyes.

Even so, those blue eyes continued to gaze straight into mine.

"That was... how it was supposed to be."

A single tear spilled over and trailed down Nagi's cheek.

"...I ended up falling in love with you."

The confession was spoken in the faintest whisper. Yet there was no way I could have missed it.

"That is why I wanted to change. I wanted to become strong enough to refuse my father head-on if he brought it up. I thought I had steeled my resolve for that."

Tears continued to stream down her face.

"I thought it would be fine if I just fell in love with you more, Souta-kun. If I reached a point where I couldn't see anyone else in the world but you. To make that happen, I consulted Hayama-san about what to do. I would get you to fall in love with me, Souta-kun... and I believed that by doing so, my own feelings for you would deepen even further."

Her tears flowed without stopping. Before I realized what I was doing, my fingers were gently wiping away the droplets.

Nagi's hand overlapped with mine.

"I love that kind, gentle side of you, Souta-kun....I worked so hard to get you to like me. I learned more about you, fell in love with you even more. Someday, before a marriage proposal arrived, I was going to introduce you to my parents. Even if an offer came, I was going to... tell them that I already had someone I loved."

Even as I tried to wipe away more of her tears, her hand held mine too tightly to move.

"It was useless. Out of all the imaginable outcomes, I ended up choosing the absolute worst one with my own hands."

"Why, Nagi... why couldn't you refuse it?"

"Because I love my father and mother."

Without a second of hesitation, Nagi answered, forcing a smile. It was a twisted, agonizing expression.

"I owe an immense debt of gratitude to my father and mother... a debt so great that I could never repay it in a lifetime. That is why I made my choice. Weighing my family and you on the scales, Souta-kun."

Meeting her tear-filled eyes, my chest seized with unbearable pain.

"...Is there really no room for me to step in?"

"There isn't....No matter what anyone says, I will not change my mind. I've already come too far to turn back."

Even clouded with tears, her eyes held firm. Her resolve was absolute.

They told me that no matter what anyone said, her decision was final.

I realized then that trying to hold her back would only tear Nagi apart.

"It's all my fault. I'm the one who always leaves everything half-done....The truth is, I knew I should have told you sooner, Souta-kun."

Those blue eyes clouded over, and for the first time, she lowered her gaze.

"I was terrified to tell you, Souta-kun. Whenever I saw you, my heart felt so peaceful, and I forgot all the painful things... I kept telling myself I would say it tomorrow, and that repeated all the way until today."

Nagi's hand pulled away from mine. At the same time, my hand fell from her cheek.

"Please hate me, Souta-kun."

Nagi clenched her fist and pressed it against her chest. She was gripping it so hard that her knuckles trembled.

"Please hate me with all your heart, think 'good riddance to a girl like that,' and forget all about me....No, I'm sorry. I know you're too kind to ever do such a thing, Souta-kun. But I thought it would be so much easier if you did... I really am a dreadful person, aren't I?"

Nagi shook her head and stood up.

Our ride on the Ferris wheel had come to an end.

"There is just one last thing. One last thing I want to tell you."

Stepping off the Ferris wheel, Nagi began to walk. I followed behind her like a shadow.

There was no conversation. I couldn't speak. I had no idea what words were left to say.

In an empty, quiet corner of the park, Nagi turned around.

Spinning on her heel, Nagi tried to give a bright smile. Her cheeks were stiff and strained, to the point where I didn't know if it could even be called a smile.

"Please be happy, Souta-kun. No matter what. For someone like you, Souta-kun, a much, much better person than me will surely come along."

—No.

"And then, be happy with that person. Build a family that is far, far happier than anything you could ever have with me... please."

—Stop it.

I wanted to scream. But no sound came out. Air merely scraped through my dry throat.

"Your children will be so adorable, Souta-kun. You'll make such an amazing father... playing with them on your days off and everything."

Her voice dwindled to a fragile whisper.

"No..."

She gave a small, helpless shake of her head. At the same time, large tears spilled over her cheeks.

"...The truth is, I hate it. Not being the one beside you... I hate it so much."

I bit down on my lip hard. The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth, yet I couldn't loosen my jaw.

—Ten years from now. The thought of someone other than me standing by Nagi's side.

"I... hate it too."

The words that finally broke through were pathetic and trembling.

"I hate it... not being able to be with you, Nagi."

I hated it with everything in me.

Even so... knowing that no matter what I said, it would only torture Nagi's heart, I choked on my words.

Because I knew how unyielding Nagi's resolve was. I knew her decision would not break.

"You really are too kind, Souta-kun."

Without wiping her tears, Nagi met my gaze head-on.

"I'm sorry for being so weak."

Saying that, Nagi took a step closer to me.

Her face drew near right before my eyes.

Her tear-veiled blue eyes stared fixedly into mine.

"I'm sorry for being so cowardly and selfish."

She smiled. This time, just like always. Showing a soft, tender smile—

"I'll take our final memory now, all right?"

Something soft and warm pressed against my lips.

It was over in a heartbeat.

Nagi stepped back and wiped her face with her sleeve. Looking at me once more, she wore that same gentle smile.

"This first—this alone was something I absolutely wanted to give to you, Souta-kun."

"Na... gi."

"Souta-kun."

As she called my name, all strength drained from the hand I had begun to reach out.

"I'm sorry. —And, thank you so very much."

Nagi really was unfair.

"You're... welcome."

The words that were supposed to have bound Nagi and me together. I returned them now to bid her farewell.

Nagi's smile deepened at my reply.

"I pray from the bottom of my heart, more than anyone else in the world, that a happy future awaits you, Souta-kun."

Nagi turned on her heel, showing me her back.

"Goodbye, my beloved Souta-kun."

My first kiss tasted bitterly of tears and blood.

"...If I'm not by your side, Nagi, I'll never be able to feel happy again."

Drip. A drop of blood fell from my split lip, staining the cold ground.

◆◆◆

My head throbbed with a dull, heavy ache.

I dragged myself out of bed in search of painkillers.

...Wait. How did I even get home yesterday?

Well, whatever. None of that mattered anymore.

I shut off my smartphone, which had been buzzing with calls. I didn't want to talk to a single soul right now.

Swallowing the medicine, I lacked the energy to even make it back to my bedroom.

I collapsed onto the sofa in the living room.

I didn't know what the right choice had been.

I didn't understand anything. I didn't want to understand.

I just wanted to fall asleep and disappear.

Yielding to the creeping numbness of exhaustion, I closed my eyes.

If I lost consciousness like this, maybe I'd never wake up again. Without a shred of humor, I let myself sink into the dark—

—Ding-dong.

The sharp ring of the intercom yanked my consciousness back. But I had no strength left to walk to the front door.

I didn't remember ordering any packages....Sorry, but I'm pretending nobody's home.

—Ding-dong.

The chime rang again. A salesperson, maybe?

—Ding-dong.

...Or religious solicitors? Just ignore it.

—Ding-dong.

...

—Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong!

The chime rang incessantly, over and over.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I pushed myself up from the sofa.

Who the hell was ringing like that this late at night?

Dragging my heavy feet, too exhausted to even check the peephole, I unlocked and opened the door—

"...Eiji?"

Standing right there on my doorstep was Eiji, who had no business being here.

"Yo, Souta. I'm here."

◆◇◆◇◆

One week ago.

Saturday, shortly past noon. Father had abruptly summoned me to his study, saying he had something to discuss.

We had just eaten lunch together as a family. When he asked me to come to his room afterward, I wondered what it could be about, but I nodded obediently.

Heading to Father's room, I knocked on the door.

"It's Nagi."

"Come in."

"Excuse me."

After that brief exchange, I stepped inside.

Father's room was a very simple Western-style study....Though furnishings were sparse, two pieces stood out: the large work desk and the sofa.

The desk had been set up so he could work in his personal quarters as well. Having an identical desk kept him focused, and above all, it suited his posture. Meanwhile, the sofa was not for his own use, but for Mother, me, and visiting guests.

Father was standing by that desk. Confirming that I had entered, he walked over and sat on the sofa....Holding a single sheet of paper in his hands.

"Have a seat there."

"Yes."

I sat down next to Father. I tried to guess what he wanted to discuss, but nothing came to mind.

There was only a faint stir of unease in my chest.

Father cleared his throat and glanced toward me.

"...Nagi. Susaka and the others have told me you've been enjoying your high school life lately. Are you having fun?"

"Yes. I am having a wonderful time."

There was no reason to hide it. He was probably just asking if anything had changed since the last time we spoke. I had mentioned having friends to Father, and I hadn't told Susaka-san to keep quiet about it either.

And then—Father furrowed his brow, clasped his hands together, and spoke with visible hesitation.

"I see....Well. Do you have... someone you like, by any chance?"

My heart gave a heavy, sickening thud. My face froze instantly, delaying my response.

"—I fail to understand the intent behind that question."

No.

That's wrong.

This was the moment I should have answered, "Yes, I do." Without asking for a reason, I should have simply given an honest answer.

Clenching my fists, I waited for Father's response. I couldn't stop myself from waiting.

"Well, you see. A marriage proposal has come for you, Nagi."

—A marriage proposal.

My mind went completely blank at that word.

"You're still a first-year in high school, Nagi. I personally think it's too early, but..."

Along with a shock that felt as though my heart had stopped... the realization that this day had finally arrived crashed over me.

Strangely, my racing pulse steadied almost immediately. And even having calmed down—

"Who might the other party be?"

I ended up asking that instead.

No. I shouldn't listen any further.

But if the other party was... someone who wouldn't affect Father's work...

Even that faint glimmer of hope—

"Ah. It's Minamikawa Youto-san."

Was utterly crushed.

"Minamikawa... as in, that company?"

"Yes. I was surprised as well."

A domestic corporation primarily dedicated to the preservation of kimonos and traditional Japanese performing arts. I remembered the representative of that company having the surname Minamikawa.

And that enterprise was Father's biggest corporate rival, standing in direct contrast to his international expansion.

I shouldn't listen any further. I had to refuse immediately.

I had to tell him that I had someone I loved—tell him all about Souta-kun.

I had to say it, yet my lips refused to move.

"...Why would such an offer come about?"

"The recital you performed in recently. Their son apparently fell in love with you at first sight there. I looked into him, and he seems to be a sincere, very fine young man. Here is his profile."

Father showed me the document he held. It looked like a résumé; the photo showed a pleasant-looking young man... I supposed he was handsome. Below that were his educational background, achievements, and a long list of qualifications.

However, the other party's personality, appearance, or abilities meant nothing to me.

Because the one I loved wasn't him—it was Souta-kun.

That was why I had to speak up about Souta-kun.

I had to say it right now, and yet...

"However, Father....With a rival company, wouldn't there be complications?"

Why wouldn't my mouth move the way I wanted it to?

"Hm? Ah... I don't really want to burden you with company matters, Nagi."

Looking back now, I think that was my absolute last chance.

"Please tell me."

—I threw away my chance to turn back.

After showing a moment of hesitation, Father began to speak.

"The truth is, they presented certain conditions. If we accept, they want an opportunity for a formal marriage interview next Sunday. They conveyed that merely arranging the meeting would bring considerable advantages to my company....And if an engagement is finalized, they offered to assist with our business... to put it plainly, they are willing to become our subsidiary."

Even without deep business knowledge, I could understand that this was an extraordinary offer. More than that, the terms were far too favorable for our side. To the point where it was terrifying.

"Doesn't that seem suspicious?"

"Yes, I thought so as well and looked into the matter thoroughly....To be frank, it seems they no longer possess any corporate ambition. He told me that for the sake of his son, his work... his company wasn't even worth comparing. The man who once declared, 'I will absolutely protect Japanese culture,' was nowhere to be seen."

That was how much he indulged his son. Or rather, it was more accurate to call it a parent's blind ego.

Though he claimed it was for his son, the number of employees and artisans who would suffer from such a decision wouldn't stop at ten or twenty.

"...You believe there is no hidden trap, Father?"

"Yes. That is my assessment. Even if there were, I can handle it."

Then—

No, that's wrong.

That isn't right at all!

I have to refuse. I must refuse!

Really?

Are you truly going to refuse?

An opportunity like this might come only once in a lifetime. No, it was a miracle that it had even come once. If I let this slip away, such a chance would never present itself again.

In other words, this was—the first and last chance I would ever have to repay the immense debt of gratitude I owed to Father and Mother. Even if I spent my whole life repaying them bit by bit, acquiring that rival company as a subsidiary was something I could never achieve on my own.

Is it really acceptable to throw that away?

If Father's business expanded through this, he would pull ahead of every other competitor by leaps and bounds. If that happened, Father would take a massive step closer to his lifelong dream.

The dream I had heard from Father and Mother when I was small.

—To spread the beauty of kimonos to the entire world.

Putting it into words made it sound simple, but that was because it was genuinely a dream Father had conceived during his childhood.

Father had encountered kimonos and traditional Japanese dance... was saved by his late master, and had founded his company with the burning desire to reignite declining Japanese arts. Mother had pursued that dream alongside Father and supported him every step of the way.

Of course, what could be achieved in a single generation was limited....However, if I agreed to this engagement—Father's dream would leap forward by decades.

—If I refused, that entire future would vanish.

As I remained frozen in silence, Father smiled at me....It was very rare for Father's stern expression to soften like that.

"You're only in your first year of high school. Considering your age, Nagi, I think it's far too early. However, you've always... well, had trouble interacting with boys. I thought this might be a good opportunity for you. The other party is a well-mannered adult, so you wouldn't have to feel frightened."

Hearing those words, I closed my eyes.

...I.

No. I have to say it....I must.

I need to introduce Souta-kun to them.

Yet, throwing away this opportunity... wouldn't that be repaying their unconditional kindness with absolute betrayal?

My mind went completely white. The scales wavered violently inside my chest.

Souta-kun?

Or Father and Mother?

I.

I—

"I... understand."

I nodded.

I had given my consent.

"Next weekend, correct? If it is Sunday, that will be fine."

Father showed a slightly anxious expression.

"...Are you truly sure? I can give you more time to think it over."

"No....It is something I have decided on since long ago."

When I was little, I had asked Father a question.

'When I grow up, I want to be useful to you, Father. What should I do?'

I wanted to help Father. But being so young, I didn't know how, so I had asked.

'Study hard....And if possible, I want you to carry on my business and my dream. Ah, that's right. Perhaps a fine groom will come for you someday. When that time comes, get along well with him, all right?'

'Yes! Absolutely. I promise!'

Because he had told me that.

Because I had made that promise.

I had lived my entire life... strictly according to those words.

If this would lead to Father's and Mother's happiness...

Then I would dedicate this life to the two who took me in.

With that thought, I looked at Father... and his expression shifted into one I had seen only a handful of times in my entire life.

"I see....So this day has finally come. I will inform the other party. However, if you meet him and decide it's truly impossible, you must tell me immediately."

"...Thank you... very much."

How many years had it been since I last saw Father make a face like that?

If I was able to bring that look to his face, then it was the right choice.

...I had to force myself to believe it was the right choice.

◆◆◆

From that day on, my life turned into a waking nightmare.

At night, I couldn't sleep.

Tormented by self-hatred, I spent every waking second thinking of Souta-kun.

I had to tell Souta-kun immediately. I knew that full well.

It was all my own fault... no, far worse. Because I was dragging Souta-kun into my own mess.

Nauseous, I threw up repeatedly.

Stricken by stomach cramps, I locked myself in the bathroom.

Plagued by blinding headaches, I felt on the verge of collapse.

Susaka-san was sharp, so she almost caught on, but I somehow managed to deflect her concerns.

I decided not to tell Susaka-san until the day before. I asked Father not to tell Susaka-san either, claiming I wanted it to be a surprise.

Mother and Father didn't notice. Because I had spent my entire life perfecting the art of hiding my true feelings.

"..."

I didn't even allow myself to sigh. I had no right to.

Someone like me deserved to suffer. As punishment for toying with another person—with the boy I loved most in the world—this pain was far too light.

Someone like me deserved to suffer until the day I died.

The time for our nightly phone call drew near again. Tonight, I will tell him. I have to tell him... and yet.

"Well then, see you tomorrow. Good night, Souta-kun."

'Yeah, see you tomorrow. Good night, Nagi.'

I couldn't say it. Not over the phone, and not on the train.

In the end, without uttering a single word of the truth—the day of our date at the amusement park arrived.

◆◆◆

I finally steeled my resolve. No. I had no choice left but to steel it.

I would tell Souta-kun today. That was something I undeniably had to do.

However, if I told him right from the start... even though Souta-kun had been looking forward to it so much, everything would be ruined.

And... I desperately wanted one final memory with Souta-kun.

I knew it was the lowest, most despicable selfishness. But I couldn't stop myself. Every second spent with him was more precious than anything, and both my anxiety and self-hatred shrunk in his presence.

It was unexpected that he noticed something was wrong... but he kindly chose not to pry.

And so we enjoyed ourselves... having so, so much fun together.

"—After today, I will no longer be able to see you, Souta-kun."

I betrayed his trust. I betrayed everything.

—'I'll never betray you, Shinonome. Never.'

Even though he had promised me that, I was the one who threw his trust away.

I cursed and despised myself. I caught myself wishing that Souta-kun would hate me too. When I knew Souta-kun was far too kind to ever think like that, I was just trying to ease my own guilt, and I hated myself even more.

My resolve had already been made.

No matter what Souta-kun said... though I thought it unlikely, even if he tried to physically stop me, I had intended to pull away.

...Thinking that made me want to laugh at my own hypocrisy. No, it wasn't a laughing matter.

After all, the one who resorted to force in the end was me.

Because I wanted to give my first kiss to Souta-kun. If possible—no, I shouldn't let myself dream like that.

Bidding farewell to Souta-kun, I walked away briskly....Never looking back.

I had always loved him. I adored him with all my heart.

Even though I would never be able to see you again, and even though I knew someone as wretched as me had no right to pray for you...

Still, please let me pray.

—That you will find true happiness in your life ahead.

—That you will find someone truly precious to you.

My first kiss tasted of his blood.

◆◆◆

Even after returning home, there was another confrontation. Susaka-san.

Upon hearing what I had done, Susaka-san's face drained of all color. And she immediately moved toward the door to tell Father about Souta-kun.

'It's not too late, there is still time!'

she pleaded.

I desperately held her back. Because if Father were told now... the consequences would be catastrophic.

It would completely ruin Father's business deal. The financial and social losses would be immeasurable. I explained it over and over, until my voice gave out.

—"I just... don't want to hurt Souta-kun any more than this."

Only after I said that did she finally yield.

I hid the traces of my tears beneath makeup. Even though my stomach churned with nausea, I somehow forced down my dinner.

Mother gave me a curious look... but it should be fine, probably.

Fortunately, she didn't pursue the matter. After finishing my meal, I fled to my room like a coward.

◆◆◆

The chirping of birds told me morning had come. Even though I hadn't slept a wink, my mind was strangely, coldly sharp.

My eyes were fine now too. They felt slightly puffy, but it was nothing makeup couldn't conceal.

Looking into the mirror, I gasped softly.

—Because the reflection wore the exact same expression I had before meeting Souta-kun.

The "Ice Princess."

I didn't know who had coined the name first. It felt strange to acknowledge it myself, but the face in the glass suited that title perfectly.

There was no emotion in that expression....No, I was simply locking it away.

—I see. There's no longer any reason to let it out. Because I will never see Souta-kun again.

Shaking my head, I patted my cheeks to steady myself. Today, Mother was going to do my makeup and dress me in my kimono personally.

When the time came, Mother entered the room—and looked intently into my eyes.

"Nagi. Have you changed a little?"

Her words caught me completely off guard.

"Why would you think that?"

"...Since yesterday. Your expression seemed different. Did something unpleasant happen?"

My lips sealed shut.

Panic surged through me, making my heart race.

"Or... could it be that you truly don't want today's marriage interview? If it's difficult to tell your father, I can—"

"No. I don't... dislike it... I don't."

I shook my head vigorously, maintaining the lie. I had no choice but to carry it through to the very end. Mother looked as though she wanted to say something... but she held her tongue.

I closed my eyes and let Mother apply my makeup. I was terrified she might notice since I had already applied powder around my eyes, but she said nothing.

Once the makeup was finished, she helped me put on the kimono.

I had learned both makeup and dressing from Mother. Naturally, Mother's technique was vastly superior to mine.

"...There. You've become so breathtakingly beautiful. Even I found myself captivated."

"Thank you very—"

Catching sight of myself in the full-length mirror, my breath caught.

Ah, my own makeup skills were still so childish, or before I could even finish that thought—it struck me.

I want to show this to Souta-kun.

Closing my eyes, the memory rushed back....The soft warmth of his lips. The coppery taste of iron that spread with it. His pain.

The thought of someone other than him seeing me like this—I couldn't bear it.

"Nagi?"

"It's... nothing."

No, if I... cry here...

I knew I couldn't.

Yet the tears threatened to spill over.

I want to see him.

I want him to see me like this.

...I want his warm hand to stroke my hair.

I want to be held in his arms and feel his warmth.

Even though I knew it was impossible now.

"N-Nagi...? What is the matter?"

Even as I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to swallow the sobs... tears slipped free, tracing wet paths down my cheeks.

No. I have to pull myself together. I'll ruin the makeup she worked so hard to apply—

"Oh dear... Nagi. Excuse me for a moment."

Softly, gently, I was enveloped in a sweet, familiar fragrance.

"M-Mo... ther?"

"...I'm sorry. I don't know why you're crying, Nagi. But if it would ease your heart even a little, won't you talk to me?"

When was the last time I had felt that unconditional warmth, that gentle comfort?

Since when had it been? Since when did I begin pulling away from this embrace?

Yet, I shouldn't lean on her. I had no right to seek comfort.

For someone like me to ask for help, I—

Ding-dong.

The chime rang out. Since it was still early in the morning... it shouldn't be the other party, Minamikawa-san.

There were intercom stations located throughout the estate.

One of them happened to be mounted right outside my room.

Footsteps approached....Susaka-san, most likely. Her voice carried clearly through the door.

"Yes, this is Susaka, a servant of the Shinonome household. May I ask who is... eh?"

While I wondered who could possibly be calling, a bewildered gasp reached my ears.

Still wiping away the tears spilling from my eyes, my attention focused entirely on the hallway outside.

"—Minori-sama?"

His surname, which I had believed I would never hear again. My entire body froze—and warmth flared back into the dying embers I thought I had buried forever.

◆◇◆◇◆

Saturday night.

"Yo, Souta. I'm here."

"...Eiji?"

Opening the door, there stood Eiji, who had no reason to be here.

"I called you a dozen times and you didn't pick up. Looks like my bad feeling... was dead on. Still, you look like complete hell, man."

Eiji grimaced as he took in my appearance.

Ah, right. I had collapsed straight into sleep after getting home, so my clothes were rumpled and my hair was a bird's nest.

"...A lot happened. Just leave me alone for a while."

"Like hell I will. You're the one person who shouldn't be left alone right now."

Saying that, Eiji grabbed my shoulder in a firm grip.

"Tell me what happened. Spill everything, from start to finish. I'm helping you, no matter what."

Looking straight into my eyes, he laid down the law.

—'What's wrong? If something happened, just talk to me. I'll help you out.'

Remembering the day we first became friends, the strength to push him away evaporated.

"...Just come in for now."

My voice sounded so pathetic it surprised even me. I stepped aside and let Eiji inside.

"...I only have store-bought stuff, but do you want tea or coffee?"

"Tea."

"Got it."

Pouring green tea into a mug, I handed it to Eiji. I poured black coffee for myself and slumped into a chair.

"So? What happened?"

"...A lot of things."

"I'm not walking out that door until you talk. Period."

It was my first time seeing Eiji act so relentless. Completely disarmed, I took a sip of coffee and let out a long, shuddering breath.

"'After today, I will no longer be able to see you'... That's what Nagi told me."

A deep scowl creased Eiji's forehead.

"Give me the details."

His eyes made it crystal clear that he wasn't going anywhere until he heard every word.

Where should I even start... no. Knowing Eiji, he would stay all night if that's what it took.

...I'm sorry, Nagi.

Apologizing to her in my heart, I began to speak.

Everything Nagi had revealed to me on the Ferris wheel.

"Nagi is having a formal marriage interview tomorrow."

I explained that someone had fallen in love with her at first sight during the recital, and that the person was the son of the president of her father's rival company.

That in exchange for arranging the marriage interview, they had offered her father an unbelievable business buyout on a silver platter....And that he had accepted.

That her father hadn't forced it on her, but that Nagi had chosen to sacrifice herself of her own free will. I told him all of it.

As I spoke, the memories flooded back with agonizing clarity.

Her broken expression, the warmth of her hands... the feel of her tears on my fingertips.

Sobs caught in my throat. But knowing I had to finish, I kept talking.

Eiji listened in complete silence, wearing an expression more serious than I had ever seen on him.

By the time I finished, nearly thirty minutes had passed. When the room fell quiet, Eiji let out a long, heavy exhale.

"If stopping her was an option, you would've done it already, huh."

"Yeah....Nagi had made up her mind. There was no room... for me to step in. None at all."

Eiji looked down, brooding in silence. In less than a minute, his head snapped back up.

"...I can't pretend to understand what you're going through, Souta. It'd be wrong for me to carelessly say I get it. I'm not gonna insult you with half-assed sympathy, either."

Slowly, I nodded.

I hadn't asked for sympathy anyway.

Eiji locked his eyes onto mine... with a fierce, burning gaze that bordered on a glare.

"But let me say this as your friend... no, as your best friend."

No. That glare wasn't directed at me. He was glaring at the situation itself.

"Don't screw with me."

His voice was terrifyingly low and cold.

"Hearing you talk made me realize something. You swallowed down everything that happened in the past and chose to become my friend. So as your friend—as your best damn friend—I'm not pulling punches. If it means you get to be happy, I'll do whatever it takes. I'll say whatever needs to be said."

His words sounded furious, but beneath them was a blazing, intense warmth.

"Resolve, my ass. At the end of the day, it's just self-sacrifice. Throwing away your own happiness and suffering just so other people can be happy... nobody ends up happy like that, damn it!"

His fists clenched tight, shaking with frustration.

"A resolve like that—you should've just smashed it to pieces!"

"...How could I ever do that?!"

Before I knew it, I was yelling back.

"I appreciate what you're trying to say, Eiji! But steamrolling over someone's resolve... and besides, how do you know Nagi won't end up happy?!"

"Oh yeah? Are you trying to tell me the Ice Princess was happy before she met you?!"

Eiji's shout silenced me instantly.

"Souta. Just like you can't smile right now, Shinonome Nagi can't smile either. I'd bet my life on that. And not just today. For the rest of her damn life."

Eiji stepped forward and grabbed me by the shoulders, slapping both of my cheeks with his palms.

"The Ice Princess—Shinonome Nagi—can't be happy with anyone other than you! Even if her fiancé is some super-rich, genius, athletic, ridiculously handsome saint, it doesn't matter! Do you know why?!"

Eiji's eyes bore straight into mine.

"Who was the one who melted the Ice Princess's walls?!"

Fierce, unyielding words.

"Who is the only person the Ice Princess ever opened up to?!"

They steadily—

"Who is the guy the Ice Princess actually loves?!"

Poured straight into my hollow chest.

"Who is the Ice Princess's number one?!"

At those words, the memory flashed vividly in my mind.

—'Because I decided that my number one would be you, Minori-kun.'

"You know the answer, Souta Minori! It's you! It's always been you! In her entire life up until now, you're the only one she ever chose!"

My heart hammered against my ribs with violent force.

"...Only... me."

"Yeah! Only you! She must've met hundreds, thousands of people through elementary, middle, and high school, but you were the only one who broke through! You know that better than anyone!"

I shouldn't let myself hope. I can't.

Yet Eiji refused to let me look away, battering down every wall I tried to hide behind.

"From here on out, how many guys like that do you think will ever show up in her life? Up until now, there's only been one. What are the chances some arranged fiancé is ever gonna be that person for her?!"

"B-But... what if he's not a bad guy—"

"If all you care about is 'not a bad guy,' you can find millions of them! Same goes for scumbags!"

Those words echoed what I had once told her on the train.

"...Nagi isn't afraid of men anymore, either."

"So what?! Without you there, what's stopping her from turning right back into the Ice Princess?! Did she ever look happy around anyone before you two became friends?!"

Every single excuse I offered was shattered on the spot... Out of arguments and out of places to run, I could only shake my head.

The embers that had been doused in despair and left to rot began to reignite, glowing a brilliant, fierce crimson.

"It has to be you. Right, Souta?"

Eiji smirked. Confident and sharp, just like always.

"Make up your mind. Make the resolve to bring happiness to yourself and the girl you fell for. You love her, don't you?! Don't you dare break down here!"

The locked door in my heart was kicked wide open. Fresh air rushed in, and fuel was poured onto the flame. The fire I thought had died forever roared back to life with a vengeance.

"Why... do you do all this for me, Eiji?"

The question slipped out quietly. Eiji blinked in surprise, then burst into laughter.

"I just told you, didn't I? Because we're best friends. And because we're best friends, I'm not gonna feed you soft lies. I'm not gonna pat your head and tell you it's okay. My job is to kick your ass into gear so you can grab the future you actually want."

I couldn't help laughing along with him.

—I could actually laugh. Even though an hour ago, I had felt so crushed I wanted to die.

The feelings I had locked away came roaring back to the surface. The love I had tried to suppress swelled until it filled my entire chest.

"That's so like you, Eiji."

After a brief pause, I spoke his name.

"Hey, Eiji."

"What?"

"You know you're asking for the impossible, right?"

Eiji nodded firmly, his smirk widening.

"Hell yeah I do."

"Do you really think I can pull it off?"

"Who knows? But if you're gonna try, I'll back you up with everything I've got."

He didn't give me cheap encouragement by saying it would be easy. And right now, that honest conviction was exactly what I needed.

"I'll do it."

Having such an absurd, reckless thought made me grin like an idiot.

It was completely ridiculous. Trampling all over her noble resolve just because I wanted to be the one to make her happy.

"I won't regret this anymore. I won't let her regret it either. —I will never let Nagi cry again. Never."

Taking a deep breath, I let out every remaining scrap of hesitation.

"Help me out, Eiji."

"Leave it to me, Souta."

—I won't let it end like this.

—Tears don't suit Nagi. I want to see her smile again.

It was far too early to give up.

◆◆◆

"Hair, all set! Clothes, looking sharp!"

"Not a wrinkle in sight!"

"It's early morning. Keep your voices down, you two."

"Right, my bad, my bad."

Eiji and Nishizawa gave me a final inspection, while Hayama warned them to keep the noise down.

It was early Sunday morning, not even 7:00 AM yet, in a quiet residential neighborhood. Causing a disturbance would only cause trouble.

Checking my reflection in a compact mirror, I couldn't help being amazed.

"...Still, makeup really is incredible."

"Right? Dark circles, tear stains, red eyes—poof, gone in a flash!"

"A lot of girls use it to cover up rough days, after all."

Just as the two of them said, the dark circles and swollen eyelids from crying all night had vanished. Even my split lip was neatly concealed. My skin looked completely refreshed.

"Alright, this is as far as we go. Or do you want us to come along for backup?"

"No, I need to do this on my own."

Taking a steadying breath, I looked back at the friends who had stood by me all night.

"Thanks, seriously. When this is over, let's order pizza and celebrate together."

"Hell yeah! We'll be waiting!"

"I'm getting extra cheese on mine!"

"I think I'd prefer seafood."

"Got it. I'll message you when it's done. Pick out whatever toppings you want by then."

Leaving Eiji and the others behind as they waved me off, I began to walk.

"See you later, then."

"See you later. You've got this, Souta. Everything's gonna work out."

"Yeah, yeah! Walk in there like you own the place! See ya!"

"Mm, make sure you give that dense father and misunderstandings-prone Nagi-chan a solid flick on the forehead for us."

"Y-You're really raising the stakes here. I'll do my best."

With their encouragement warming my back, I picked up the pace.

The destination wasn't far from where we met. —Soon, the massive estate came into view.

"...Whoa. It's unreal in person."

An enormous property. A traditional Japanese estate was the only fitting description.

A high perimeter wall blocked most of the interior from view, but the sheer scale made it obvious this was no ordinary home.

It made complete sense why multiple housekeepers and servants lived on-site.

Approaching the entrance, I reached the imposing, beautifully crafted wooden gates.

"Houses like this really still exist, huh."

Security was tight, with surveillance cameras visible near the entrance.

Taking two deep breaths to steady my racing pulse—I pressed the intercom.

'Yes. This is Susaka, a servant of the Shinonome household. May I ask who is... eh?'

Susaka-san answered. Perfect.

She must have spotted me on the monitor. I gave a polite bow toward the camera.

"Susaka-san, it's been a while. It's Souta Minori."

'Eh? Minori-sama...?'

Hearing her stunned voice through the speaker—I clenched my fists and steeled my resolve once and for all.

"I apologize for coming so early in the morning. I have come because I must speak with Nagi Shinonome-san and her family."

—So that I can be the one standing beside Nagi ten years from now.

◆◆◆

"—Good morning. Are you Minori-kun?"

The man who came out was taller than me, easily around 180 centimeters, with his dark hair slicked back smoothly.

His features were strikingly youthful; if someone told me he was in his thirties... or even his late twenties, I would have believed it without hesitation.

I had never seen anyone who looked so naturally commanding with slicked-back hair. His presence was utterly overwhelming.

—He looks incredibly young, but this has to be Nagi's father. What do I do? I didn't expect him to come to the door personally. Thank goodness Susaka-san is here with him.

"I apologize for arriving so early in the morning. And it is an honor to meet you for the first time. I am Souta Minori, a friend who has been spending time with Nagi-san."

"...This is the first I have heard of my daughter having a male friend."

"It is the truth, Master. Minori-sama is a very precious friend to the young lady."

Susaka-san immediately stepped in to back me up. At her words, Nagi's father twitched an eyebrow slightly.

"...Come inside. Let us speak."

"Thank you very much."

"Also, you do not need to strain yourself with formal honorifics. I do not expect stiff corporate etiquette from a high school student."

"Understood. Thank you, sir."

To be honest, ultra-formal Japanese was a struggle for me. I could manage standard polite speech, but archaic formalities were beyond my depth.

As I moved to follow behind him, he suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Pardon my lack of manners. I have not introduced myself. I am Nagi Shinonome's father, Souichirou Shinonome."

"...Then, Souichirou-san."

"You may address me however you see fit."

With minimal conversation, Souichirou-san led the way. I followed in his footsteps, with Susaka-san trailing quietly behind me.

We were brought into a spacious room that appeared to be a formal guest parlor.

"Here. Take a seat."

"Y-Yes."

It was a pristine tatami-matted room preserving the traditional aesthetic of the estate, featuring a massive, polished low table flanked by plush floor cushions. Everything in the room radiated quality and wealth.

...Uh, I'm pretty sure traditional Japanese rooms have strict seating etiquette. The seat of honor versus the lower seat, right?

"Minori-sama, please take this seat here."

"Excuse me. Thank you."

Following Susaka-san's discreet guidance, I took my seat.

Driven by nerves, my spine snapped straight automatically. As my throat dried out, a maid brought in a tray of fresh green tea. Gratefully taking a sip, I moistened my dry mouth. Sensing the timing, Souichirou-san spoke.

"I have a mountain of questions, but let us hear your business first, Minori-kun."

"Yes, sir."

"Why have you come here today?"

My heart began to roar against my ribs. Realizing what I was about to do made cold sweat prickle along my neck. On top of that—his aura was suffocating.

Deep black eyes that seemed to absorb all light pinned me where I sat.

Even so, I couldn't afford to flinch here.

"I came to stop Nagi-san's arranged marriage interview."

Souichirou-san's eyes narrowed to sharp slits. His gaze was so piercing it felt as though he could see straight into my soul....Though honestly, it would make things far easier if he saw through everything from the start.

I knew my declaration sounded audacious enough to be thrown out on the spot....However, Souichirou-san remained silent, waiting for me to continue. Was he simply that broad-minded, or was he granting me leeway as Nagi's friend?...It was probably a mix of both.

Cutting off my racing thoughts, I looked straight back into those dark eyes.

"Because if this goes through, everyone will regret it. Me, Nagi-san, and you as well, Souichirou-san."

Souichirou-san's eyes widened in genuine shock—and time seemed to freeze in the parlor.

He probably hadn't connected the pieces yet... but I had to trust the plan.

"Yesterday, I went to an amusement park with Nagi-san."

"...!"

A visible tremor ran through Souichirou-san's composure. But within seconds, the storm behind his eyes settled into sharp focus.

"The place Nagi was visiting every week... was your home?"

—He realized it.

Last night, Eiji and I had talked until our throats were raw. Stopping an arranged marriage backed by massive corporate stakes had seemed nearly impossible... and the word "hopeless" had crossed my mind a dozen times.

That was until Eiji saw through the surface to the root of the problem.

—'Could it be that they're just completely misunderstanding each other?'

That was the conclusion Eiji had reached.

Nagi was loved by her parents. Susaka-san had made that clear.

'Why do you think Shinonome Nagi's parents wanted this marriage interview in the first place?'

I hadn't been able to answer his question.

'Because it doesn't make sense, right? A marriage interview for a high school freshman. Normally, parents would tell them to get lost. Sure, there's money and business involved, but I bet that's not the main reason.'

Eiji had spoken with unwavering conviction.

'Shinonome Nagi made friends—and changed after meeting you, Souta. In a good way....As parents who love their daughter, wouldn't they want her to have a companion, someone she could lean on?'

It lined up with reality far too well to be dismissed as wishful thinking.

'A daughter who'll sacrifice herself without hesitation for her parents' happiness, and parents who end up making terrible mistakes because they want their daughter to be happy... if you look at it like that, all the puzzle pieces fit together, right? Along with everything that housekeeper told us.'

In my memory, Eiji wore a confident smirk, radiating an energy that had pulled me out of the dark.

'They're just passing right by each other. All for the parents' sake. All for the daughter's sake. Every single bit of it.'

Of course, a part of me knew we were gambling on hope. But I had to bet everything on that possibility.

And now—

"If that is true... wait, what on earth have I..."

I had won the bet.

Breaking past mere surprise into visible distress, Souichirou-san's composure cracked. Susaka-san watched him with wide, astonished eyes. It must have been an unprecedented sight....Is he going to be okay?

Contrary to my worry, Souichirou-san quickly reeled in his emotions.

"Pardon me. Give me a moment to think."

Even having regained his calm, he clearly needed time to process the revelation.

Souichirou-san stood up and placed a hand against his chin, his dark eyes gazing into the distance.

...The exact pose Nagi always made when she was thinking deeply.

"Whenever the master needs to focus intensely, he invariably strikes that pose....Though this is the first time he has ever displayed it before a guest."

Susaka-san whispered softly into my ear....I see. Nagi had watched him do that her entire life, so she picked up the habit without realizing it.

As I watched him in silence, his knees suddenly gave out, dropping him heavily back onto the cushion.

"M-Master?!"

"...I see. That was... what she was doing."

Souichirou-san turned his gaze back to me.

"Are you telling me that because of my blindness—I forced Nagi into such a cruel, agonizing choice?"

He had understood everything.

By "cruel choice," he meant what Nagi had confessed: weighing her family and Souta Minori on the scales.

No one could ever blame Nagi for choosing to protect her family.

If she had made a single miscalculation, it was that I had a best friend named Eiji Makisaka.

And that I loved Nagi far more than she had ever dared to believe.

"I assumed the precious friend Nagi spoke of was another girl... but it was you all along?"

"Yes, that is correct, Master."

"...I see. Ah, so that was the truth."

Murmuring the words as if carving the reality into his mind, Souichirou-san stared blankly into space.

His eyes lost focus, and silence fell over the room once more. Unsure of what to do, I glanced at Susaka-san, but she gave me an encouraging nod.

After a few minutes, Souichirou-san straightened his posture and faced me properly.

"Pardon my unseemly display."

"No. Please don't worry about it."

—Eiji was completely right.

'If it's really what we think, all you have to do is drop the match. That alone will resolve the biggest obstacle....There'll still be a ton of clean-up afterward, and getting in the door is a fight in itself, but if the dad realizes what's happening, we win... no, Souta wins.'

The greatest hurdle was cleared.

Just as a wave of relief threatened to make me slouch, Souichirou-san spoke again. Catching myself, I straightened my back.

"There is one question I must ask you."

The intense pressure from earlier was gone from his gaze. But his expression was deadly serious, making my chest tighten again, though...

"What are you... to Nagi?"

"Her friend."

My nervousness evaporated instantly. I had answered without a second of hesitation.

I am Nagi's friend. That was an unshakeable truth.

—However.

"I am Nagi-san's number one friend. A friend who wants to cherish Nagi-san more than anyone else in this world....I wish for Nagi-san's happiness above all else....If possible, I want to watch her be happy from the closest seat beside her."

No. Stop choosing safe, diplomatic words. Tell him what's truly in your heart. That's what Souichirou-san is asking for.

"—No. I believe that I am the one who can make her the happiest."

That was my absolute, unfiltered truth.

Hearing my declaration, Souichirou-san closed his eyes. I had no idea what he thought of words that could easily be called arrogant.

Then, slowly, he bowed his head toward me.

"I understand your heart completely....You must have suffered terribly because of this. Minori-kun, I offer you my deepest apologies for my thoughtlessness."

Relieved by his words, I quickly shook my head.

"Please don't apologize to me. More than that, there's something I've been wondering about for a long time. May I ask?"

Right now, what mattered wasn't me, but Nagi. There was a question about her that had lingered in my mind since the day we met.

"What is it?"

"...If you don't mind, could you tell me about the day Nagi-san changed?"

—If I remembered correctly, she said she changed after her father told her to never show weakness to anyone.

Just when had that happened... from what point did she stop opening her heart to the people around her? I needed to understand.

"...I see. Yes... you have every right to know."

I had only asked out of personal concern, so I hadn't expected him to agree so readily, but... if he was willing to share, I wanted to listen.

"To speak of that, I must first confess the grave mistake I committed."

—A mistake, huh.

"May I tell you an old story... of when Nagi first came to our family?"

At Souichirou-san's request, I gave a quiet nod.

"I—"

After a moment of hesitation, Souichirou-san began to weave his past into words.

"Years ago, I viewed Nagi as nothing more than a tool—a vessel to inherit and expand my business."

A heavy silence descended upon the parlor.

Neither I nor Susaka-san could pull our eyes away from him.

"...B-But wasn't Nagi raised with love?"

Those were the only words that broke past my lips. I was so blindsided by his confession that my voice stumbled.

"Of course, now I love my daughter more than my own life. But by the time I realized that, it was too late....Everything was far too late."

I didn't fully grasp the weight of those words yet. But looking at the man sitting before me, one thing was undeniable:

Souichirou-san was drowning in profound, agonizing regret.

"My wife and I were unable to conceive children."

Souichirou-san began to recount his past in a measured, quiet voice.

◆◇◆◇◆

My wife used to be my personal secretary. Even after our marriage, she continued to support my work without change. The company was thriving, and everything seemed to be going perfectly... or so I wished to believe, but a critical problem loomed over us.

Within the company, no one possessed the vision or talent required to serve as my successor. I searched for solutions and arrived at an ambitious idea:

If no suitable successor existed, I would simply raise my own child and teach them everything I knew.

However, immediately after, we struck an insurmountable wall. My wife and I... could not have children.

Both of us agonized over the reality. Yet the answer came swiftly from her.

"It doesn't have to be a child of our own blood, does it, Souichirou-san? Whether connected by blood or not, as long as I can raise a child with you, I will be truly happy."

I had never told my wife of my intentions to groom the child as a business successor, but she had likely deduced it. Even knowing that, she wished to build a family with me. Accepting her proposal, we decided to look into adoption.

Even with adoption, if the child was to inherit a corporate empire, they needed to be exceptional. Yet there were virtually no agencies that allowed prospective parents to personally inspect and select a child.

Even so, I searched relentlessly, until I encountered a certain young girl.

There were two reasons I chose her. The first was her remarkable intelligence and adaptability.

I had always possessed a keen eye for character. I could tell immediately that this child was earnest, gentle, and brilliant. She would undoubtedly grow into an outstanding individual.

The second reason was—her striking appearance and foreign heritage.

My enterprise was built for the global market. In international business, an unforgettable, captivating appearance is an overwhelming asset.

Therefore, I selected her, a child carrying distinct Nordic heritage. I believed Nagi was the perfect asset to fulfill every requirement I had....I was arrogant and foolish beyond measure. To treat a human life as an instrument for profit is an unforgivable sin.

I am digressing. Let me return to the matter.

We finalized the adoption, but one concern lingered: the fact that she was an abandoned child.

When we took her in, Nagi was approximately three years old. Fortunately, our fears were groundless, and there was no evidence of abuse from her previous environment.

"From today on, your name is Nagi."

"—Nagi?"

"It refers to a calm sea with neither wind nor waves. We chose it because of your beautiful blue eyes, as clear and deep as the ocean."

Watching my wife hold Nagi in a warm embrace as she explained the name, my mind was already calculating.

How should I structure her education?

First, I had Nagi trained in traditional Japanese dance. Next came tea ceremony and flower arrangement.

The rationale was simple: a foreign-born child performing traditional Japanese arts in an authentic kimono created an irresistible cultural impact overseas. It opened doors that ordinary marketing could never touch. Fortunately, Nagi genuinely enjoyed those lessons.

Yet, I maintained some semblance of fatherhood. Despite my crushing schedule, I spent time with her... and at my wife's urging, we even spent a day together at the zoo.

Over time, Nagi began to look up to me with deep respect. It happened one afternoon.

"When I grow up, I want to be useful to you, Father. What should I do?"

I viewed it as the ultimate opportunity. Children often despise studying, but I thought I could leverage her desire to please me into academic excellence.

"Study diligently....And if possible, I want you to carry on my business and my dream. Ah, yes. Perhaps a fine groom will come for your hand someday. When that time comes, make sure you get along well with him, all right?"

Looking down into her innocent eyes, I spoke those words. And the young Nagi beamed with pure joy, nodding eagerly.

"Yes! Absolutely. I promise!"

That was my first fatal mistake.

And several days later, I committed my second.

"What is the most important thing you keep in mind when doing your work, Father?"

I paused, considering the question. There were countless principles I adhered to. Which lesson would serve her best?

After deliberating, I answered:

"Never show weakness to others. Always maintain an unshakeable exterior. By holding to that principle every single day, you will command respect and gain the upper hand in business."

—I said those words. I drove them into her impressionable mind.

That was my second mistake, and the greatest sin of my life.

◆◆◆

As the years passed and I lived alongside Nagi and my wife, a profound shift occurred within me.

I began to love Nagi unconditionally, not as a successor, but as my own daughter.

When she won awards in traditional dance, my heart swelled with pride as if it were my own victory. When she reported with a bright smile that tea ceremony had become even more fascinating, I was overjoyed.

And then, a new conviction took root:

I wanted Nagi to live freely.

I wanted her to pursue whatever she loved and enjoy her youth to the fullest.

I didn't want to burden this precious child with my ambitions or bind her life to my company.

Fortunately, wealth was abundant. Whatever path she chose, I had the resources to support her completely.

Yet by the time I realized my true feelings, it was already too late....Far, far too late.

The smiles had steadily vanished from Nagi's face. Because of the rules I had carved into her heart.

I consulted with my wife, desperately searching for a way to undo the damage.

—However, it was futile.

Words spoken by parents during early childhood leave permanent scars and dictate a child's worldview. Worse still, I had reinforced those same lessons to Nagi countless times.

"Nagi. Is there anything else you would like to try? Anything you want for yourself?"

"My lessons are fulfilling, so there is nothing else I require."

Though still a child, she acted with the cold composure of an adult. And naturally, an invisible wall rose between us.

I realized my presence was the problem. I asked Chie to assure her that she could let her guard down and act like a normal child.

—Yet that failed as well.

"If I do that, I will never become an admirable person like Father."

In her eyes, my shadow had grown far too towering and absolute.

We attempted to reach her time and time again. But suppressing her emotions had become Nagi's second nature; even when we thought she had softened, she would inevitably retreat behind her icy mask.

I realized that we, her parents, were powerless to save her.

By the time she entered elementary school, she had already solidified into the person she is today.

—I do not know who coined the term, but it was around this time that people began referring to Nagi as the "Ice Princess."

We had initially enrolled her in an elite private academy for children of high-society families, but we quickly realized it was accelerating her isolation.

She was completely alienated from her peers, standing entirely alone. We thought that perhaps a standard public school would be better. If someone outside our family appeared—someone who could bring genuine joy into Nagi's life—perhaps she might finally change.

When my wife and I proposed the transfer, Nagi accepted without a word of complaint.

Yet even there, my status became an inescapable shackle.

—Her father is a powerful tycoon. If you upset her, your parents will lose their livelihoods.

Such rumors spread almost immediately among the students and parents. Of course, I would never do such a petty, tyrannical thing.

Yet the damage was done. Everything I touched, every measure I took to help her, backfired disastrously.

...It was entirely my fault.

◆◇◆◇◆

"Young children learn how to perceive the world entirely from their parents. I failed to understand even that fundamental truth....As Nagi grew older, I heard that daughters naturally distance themselves from their fathers during adolescence. I convinced myself that reducing our conversations was for her benefit—no. That was merely a convenient excuse to run away from my own guilt."

The imposing authority that had radiated from his voice and posture was completely gone, replaced by a hollow exhaustion.

"I told myself that things would improve with time. That it didn't need to be solved immediately. Hiding behind that lie, I buried myself in my work, leaving Nagi entirely in the care of Susaka and the household staff."

For all those years until she met me, had Nagi been carrying that crushing weight all by herself?

Souichirou-san's eyes stared into the empty air.

"Recently, Nagi began leaving the estate on weekends. I saw it as a miraculous sign of recovery. I was so overjoyed... that I overstepped my bounds in the worst way imaginable. I thought that if she had a fiancé who could also serve as a companion, her life might become brighter. That she might finally find happiness. I pushed my selfish assumptions onto her....Even though I had barely spoken to my own daughter and failed to notice the true cause of her transformation."

His gaze slowly regained focus, turning away from the void to look at me.

"I am truly sorry, Minori-kun. For subjecting my daughter, and you, to such profound heartbreak."

Hearing his story, a storm of emotions churned in my chest. The pain from yesterday still lingered.

Yet, that wasn't what mattered right now.

"I don't need your apology, sir. Please give it to Nagi-san. And please, make up with your daughter. That is my only wish."

The tension left my face, and a soft smile returned.

"It's not too late to fix this. Nagi-san loves both of her parents more than anyone else in the world."

Nagi adored her father and mother. And now that Souichirou-san had confronted his past and recognized his mistakes, they still had time.

"So please, talk to her like you used to. I know Nagi-san will understand....Please."

"Yes... of course. Right this instant—"

Just as Souichirou-san moved to stand up—

"There is no need for that, Father."

The sliding screen door connecting to the adjoining room slid open.

"Because I heard every word."

My breath caught in my throat.

"...!"

Standing in the doorway was Nagi, dressed in an exquisite kimono patterned with white lilies.

Her skin looked slightly fairer than usual, accentuating her translucent complexion and breathtaking facial features.

Her pure white hair was elegantly pinned up at the back of her head, secured by an ornamental hairpin bearing a single deep blue sphere.

For a moment, I was completely paralyzed by her beauty. Only belatedly did I notice the graceful woman standing beside her.

"—You were listening, Nagi? Chie?"

"Forgive us. We were simply waiting for the right moment to step in."

Pull yourself together, Souta. Staring like an idiot isn't helping anyone right now.

"Either way, I intended to speak with Nagi immediately. Having you here saves time."

Souichirou-san said that and turned his full attention toward them.

"Let us sit and talk. Nagi, Chie. Please join us."

At his words, the two nodded and took their seats beside Souichirou-san.

"Before we begin, I must introduce Minori-kun to you, Chie."

"—Yes. Though to tell the truth, Nagi just told me all about him moments ago."

The woman referred to as Chie was unmistakably Nagi's mother.

Her sleek black hair was tied back in a high ponytail, framing striking, refined features.

She was stunningly beautiful. Just like Souichirou-san, if someone claimed she was in her late twenties, no one would question it.

"It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Nagi's mother, Chie Shinonome....Thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you have done for our daughter."

"N-No, not at all! I'm the one who's received so much help from Nagi-san. Ah, I... my name is Souta Minori."

In my fluster, the words tumbled out in a clumsy rush. My cheeks burned at the immediate blunder, but Chie-san only offered a warm, gentle smile.

—A smile that felt intensely, wonderfully familiar.

"There is no need to force yourself to use stiff formalities. Now then, shall we return to the matter at hand?"

Chie-san smoothly took charge of the room, turning her gaze toward Souichirou-san.

"—Nagi."

"Yes, Father."

Souichirou-san looked directly into Nagi's eyes.

Then, lowering his hands to the tatami mat, he pressed his forehead all the way down to the floor in a deep bow.

"I am truly, deeply sorry for everything I have done....To the point where words cannot begin to cover my sins, I have distorted your entire life, Nagi."

"Father."

Nagi looked down at Souichirou-san and offered a soft, radiant smile. That smile—was identical to the one Chie-san had shown moments ago.

"Father, please raise your head. I love you and Mother with all my heart. Therefore, even hearing that you once viewed me as a tool... though it surprises me, it does not bring me sorrow."

"Nagi."

Chie-san wrapped her arms around Nagi from behind, pulling her close.

"...I'm so sorry. For forcing you to carry such a burden."

Chie-san bit her lip, her shoulders trembling with quiet tears.

"I'm so sorry for being blind for so long. But both Souichirou-san and I... no, your mother and father, want nothing more than your happiness now, Nagi. We think only of what brings you joy. You are our daughter. You might think it is far too late for us to say these things, but..."

"No, I would never think that. Because Father and Mother will always be my only parents in this world."

Chie-san's arms tightened around Nagi. Souichirou-san raised his head, gazing intently at his daughter.

"Our only wish... at least now, is for you to be truly happy, Nagi. Your happiness is our happiness. We would throw the company away in an instant if it meant protecting your future. —That is why I must ask you once more."

Souichirou-san's dark, resolute eyes locked onto Nagi.

"Will today's marriage interview truly bring you happiness, Nagi?"

Nagi's clear blue eyes met Souichirou-san's gaze without flinching. Then, her eyes broke away, turning toward me.

—She was finally looking at me.

However, it lasted for only a fleeting second. Nagi immediately returned her focus to Souichirou-san.

"Father. When I agreed to this interview, I believed with all my heart that it was what I truly wanted. That fact has not changed."

She declared it clearly.

My heart sank, and my hands clenched into fists.

"—However."

At the word that followed, my head snapped up.

"If it is permitted... I wish to speak with Souta-kun once more."

The smile she wore... was fragile and filled with an aching vulnerability.

◆◆◆

Souichirou-san and Chie-san stepped out into the hallway, leaving only Nagi and me in the parlor.

"There are so many... so many things I need to say to you. But there is one question I must ask first."

Nagi spoke quietly, staring straight into my eyes.

"—Why did you come here?"

"Why, huh?"

Repeating her question softly, I held her gaze without wavering.

"Because I love you, Nagi, and I refused to give up on you."

If I had to put everything into a single sentence, that was the only answer that mattered.

Nagi's eyes widened in shock... and then slowly dropped downward.

"...I hurt you so terribly, Souta-kun."

"You did it to protect your family. You never acted out of malice."

"I betrayed you, Souta-kun."

"I don't believe you betrayed me for a second—Nagi."

When I called her name, she raised her face to look at me. Her blue eyes were trembling, their brilliance clouded with guilt.

"A-A girl far more worthy of you than me will surely appear someday, Souta-kun. A girl who would never hurt you like this..."

"If it's not you, Nagi, I don't want anyone else. I don't care about some stranger in the future. I only want you."

Nagi's expression began to crumble, line by line.

"B-But... what if I... hurt you again, Souta-kun?"

"You won't. Because you have no reason to hide anymore. You have your father and mother, and Susaka-san is here too. You don't have to carry the world alone, Nagi."

My expression softened, and I offered her a gentle smile.

"There's another reason. I can't begin to fathom... just how much guilt and self-hatred you suffered through this past week. But I know you were tearing yourself apart inside. And because I know how much it hurt you, I know you will never betray me again. I trust you completely."

Nagi was a fundamentally gentle, loving girl. If she had been heartless, she wouldn't have broken down in tears yesterday... she wouldn't have looked so utterly destroyed.

Nagi bowed her head, whispering in a broken voice:

"...I am such a foolish girl."

Taking a trembling breath, she looked back up. Her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears.

"It wasn't just you, Souta-kun....In the end, I almost betrayed my parents' true feelings as well."

"You were just misunderstanding each other. You can start over from today, and become closer than you've ever been."

"I pushed you away, Souta-kun."

"Not because you wanted to. You only did it because you thought you had no other choice. If you had truly rejected me from your heart, I wouldn't be standing here right now. I would've been turned away at the front gate."

"...I-I always leave everything half-done. I might cause you pain again, Souta-kun."

"Then we'll work through it together. No matter how many times things get tough, Nagi, I will never leave your side. I swear it."

"...I don't want to hurt you ever again, Souta-kun."

"I know. That's why you can change. You're someone who can grow, Nagi. You even conquered English, which you used to struggle with, right? If the two of us are together—if we have our friends by our side—we can overcome anything."

Her lips trembled uncontrollably, her composure breaking completely.

"I—I..."

Her face twisted in a flood of overwhelming emotion.

"Is it really... permissible for someone like me to be happy?"

"Of course it is."

To ensure my feelings reached the deepest part of her soul, I held her gaze. I refused to let her look away.

"I will make you happy, no matter what. Not someone else—I want to be the one who brings you happiness. That's the entire reason I came here today."

I crossed the tatami mats and knelt beside her. Nagi looked up at me as large, clear tears spilled freely down her cheeks.

"Nagi."

"...Yes."

"I love you, Nagi. I love you with all my heart."

Even as tears streamed down her face, Nagi never broke eye contact.

Looking straight into those beautiful blue depths, I extended my hand.

"Ten years from now, I want to be standing by your side. I want to smile with you, and I want to see you smiling beside me."

That was why—

"Please go out with me, with marriage in our future."

Nagi's hand shook as she slowly, delicately lifted it from her lap.

"—Yes."

Whispering her answer, she placed her hand in mine.

I pulled her forward, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight against my chest.

"...I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry, Souta-kun. For causing you so much pain."

"It's okay. Because right now, I'm the happiest guy in the world."

Nagi's warmth seeped directly through my clothes.

That comforting heat spread through every fiber of my being.

I had thought I would never be allowed to hold her like this again.

Pouring all my determination to never let go into my embrace, I held her tighter, and she responded by wrapping her arms around my back with all her strength.

"Thank you so very much. For still loving me."

Even with tears streaming down her cheeks, Nagi offered me a radiant, tearful smile.

"You're welcome."

The words that had first brought Nagi and me together. The words we had used to bid each other a heartbreaking farewell. —Now, those exact same words bound us together once more.

Nagi's small hands clung to my back with surprising strength.

"—I love you. I love you so much, Souta-kun. More than anyone else in the entire world, I love you."

"Me too. I love you, Nagi."

Nagi pulled her face back from my chest and looked up into my eyes.

Leaning down toward her—I pressed my lips against hers.

"..."

"..."

When our lips parted, our faces remained inches apart, gazing at each other in tender silence. Her exquisite features filled my entire vision.

Softly, this time Nagi was the one to close the distance, pressing her lips against mine.

"...Souta-kun."

"What is it?"

Her eyes, glowing like a sunlit sea, enveloped me in sheer warmth.

"I will definitely, absolutely make you happy too, Souta-kun."

"...Yeah."

Nodding at her vow, I kissed her once more.

"Let's be happy together."

"...I'm already overflowing with happiness, though."

"We'll find even more. We're going to be happier than anyone can imagine."

Holding her close one last time, as I began to pull back—

—Snap. A sudden, crushing wave of exhaustion struck my body, and my consciousness dropped straight into darkness.

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"...Still, that was terrifying. I genuinely feared he had collapsed from a severe illness."

"The physician explained that once his extreme tension snapped, the total lack of sleep and mental exhaustion hit him all at once. I am simply relieved it was nothing serious."

Hearing Father and Mother's quiet conversation, I lifted my head from where I was sitting.

"Um, Father. Mother."

The two of them turned toward me... and offered gentle, loving smiles.

"I caused you both immense worry. And I am truly sorry."

For failing to understand Father's and Mother's true feelings. For running in circles and creating so much pain.

"If only I had been honest about my own desires. If only I had talked to you both so much more—"

My words were gently cut off by Father's warm hand coming to rest atop my head.

"It is alright, Nagi. We were the ones who failed to bridge the distance between us. Above all, I am the one most at fault."

"Yes, exactly. Souichi—your father is the most to blame. But Mother should have spent much more time with you as well. I am deeply reflecting on my mistakes."

Father offered a wry smile at Mother airing an unusual complaint. However, both of their expressions were softened by profound self-reflection and love.

Even so—how many years had it been? To feel Father gently stroking my hair like this.

"...Um, Father, Mother. Knowing that it is a selfish request, may I ask for one thing?"

"What is it? We will grant you anything, Nagi. You are allowed to be far more selfish with us, you know."

My cheeks warmed at Mother's tender words. Capturing both of them in my tear-blurred vision, I clenched my hands tightly in my lap.

"...When we are at home, may I call you Papa and Mama?"

I finally asked.

It was what I had wanted to call them ever since I was a little girl. But because I had formally addressed them as Father and Mother from the beginning, I had never found the courage to say it.

The two of them blinked in stunned surprise—and then broke into radiant smiles, nodding together.

"Ah, of course you may, Nagi."

"Please, call us that from now on. That would make us... Mama and Papa so very happy."

It felt as though brilliant sunlight had burst through the clouds in my heart, filling every corner with soothing warmth.

"Yes! Papa, Mama!"

Overwhelmed with joy, I beamed at them with an unrestrained smile... and the two of them stared back at me in quiet wonder.

Ah, I see. It was the first time I had ever shown them such an open, childlike expression... no. It had simply been far too many years.

"This is all thanks to Minori-kun, isn't it? We truly owe that young man an immense debt of gratitude."

"Indeed we do."

Father... Papa said, "Well then," and gently lifted his hand from my head.

"Nagi, please stay by his side and watch over him. I shall go and speak with the other party personally."

"...Ah."

That was right. There was still the matter of the arranged marriage.

"I should accompany you to apologize—"

"Nagi."

Papa called my name, meeting my eyes with a firm, bright gaze.

"I appreciate your intention. However, to be entirely frank, it will be far easier for me to settle the business negotiations alone."

Beside him, Mama nodded in agreement.

"Yes. That is for the best....However, we will likely ask you to write a formal letter of apology in the near future. Please assist us when that time comes, Nagi."

"...Yes, I understand."

If the two of them advised it, that was undoubtedly the best course. Seeing me agree, Papa rested his hand on my head one last time with deep affection.

"I shall prepare for my departure. Nagi, please convey my warmest regards to Minori-kun."

"Yes. Have a safe journey, Papa."

Parting ways with Papa and Mama... I walked down the quiet hallway toward the guest room where Souta-kun was resting.

Susaka-san was standing faithfully outside the door.

"Susaka-san."

"Young Lady... um."

Susaka-san wore a visibly troubled, apologetic expression....She was undoubtedly thinking of her secret actions.

"About meeting Souta-kun without telling me, you mean?"

"...I offer my deepest apologies."

Souta-kun had clearly been familiar with Susaka-san. Looking at her flustered, guilty face, a soft laugh bubbled up from within me.

"Fufu, it is quite alright. I am the one who must apologize. I caused you so much worry and trouble, Susaka-san. I am truly sorry."

I bowed my head respectfully, then looked up into her eyes.

"And thank you. For welcoming Souta-kun into our home today. If you had not been here, Susaka-san, Souta-kun might have been turned away at the gate without a chance."

"...No, I merely did what my conscience demanded."

"Susaka-san."

I called her name softly as she tried to downplay her role.

"At times like this, saying 'You're welcome' is the proper answer."

"...You are very welcome, Young Lady."

"Yes, thank you so much! Please continue to watch over the two of us from now on!"

"Of course I shall... Seeing you smile with such genuine warmth, Young Lady, brings me more joy than words can express."

Susaka-san gently dabbed the corner of her eye with a handkerchief. Hearing those heartfelt words made happiness swell in my chest all over again.

After exchanging our courtesies, I quietly opened the sliding door and entered the room.

Souta-kun was still fast asleep atop the comfortable futon.

Sitting down beside his pillow, I gazed fondly at his peaceful sleeping face.

"Souta-kun."

I whispered his name. Sleeping so soundly, Souta-kun looked impossibly cute and endearing.

Even knowing he couldn't hear me, the words flowed naturally from my lips.

"I love you, Souta-kun."

Slipping my hand under the duvet, I gently took his warm hand in mine.

His soothing body heat flowed into my fingers, circulating through my veins like liquid sunlight.

"I will definitely, definitely make you happy."

Looking at his resting features brought me such overwhelming tenderness—and made my heart ache with sweet emotion.

"I may be flawed and clumsy... but I am the girl you chose, Souta-kun. That is why I will make you happier than anyone else in this world."

Bringing my other hand over, I clasped his hand between both of mine.

"From this day forward. When we advance to our second and third years of high school, when we go to university. When we enter society and work... I will support you always... forever, Souta-kun."

Releasing one hand, I gently rested it atop Souta-kun's soft hair.

"...When we have children, and watch our children grow up. When we grow into middle age, and even when we become elderly grandparents. I will make you happy every single day. And when your final moment on this earth arrives, I want you to tell me, Souta-kun..."

Gently stroking his hair, I leaned close to his face, my expression softening with boundless affection.

"'I lived the happiest life of anyone in this world.'...And after I watch over your peaceful passing, since I will surely follow shortly after you, even when we journey to the next world, I will continue to make you happy forever."

Warm tears overflowed from my eyes, tracing a path down my cheeks.

"...If it is permitted, in our next life, and in the life after that... I want to meet you and spend my entire existence with you, Souta-kun."

No, I will. I will search across the vast world and find you without fail.

Right then, I noticed that the tips of Souta-kun's ears had flushed bright red.

"I love you, Souta-kun. I love you more than anyone else in this world."

"...Me too."

Souta-kun's voice came in a tiny, bashful whisper. Overjoyed by his response, without thinking—I wiped my tears and slipped straight into the futon beside him.

"Wait, N-Nagi?!"

"Good morning, Souta-kun. Forgive me for hugging you the moment you wake up, but I cannot resist."

As Souta-kun flailed in panic, I wrapped my arms around him tightly. So tight that not a sliver of space remained between us.

"...I won't hold back anymore."

I whispered the vow directly into Souta-kun's ear.

"I will tell you that I love you every single day. Over and over, countless times. Even if you grow tired of hearing it, I will never stop saying it."

"...There's no way in hell I'd ever get tired of hearing that."

Souta-kun shifted awkwardly in the bedding, turning his body toward me.

"I-I love you, Nagi."

He wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me into a warm embrace. The comforting, sweet... yet heart-racing atmosphere filled my lungs with every breath.

—Ah, I am...

"I am so happy. So very happy."

"Me too, Nagi."

Knowing that Souta-kun felt the exact same way filled my heart to the absolute brim with joy.

—And that joy transformed into tears once more, spilling over my lashes.

"...Truly. In all the years I have lived, this is the happiest moment of my entire life."

I buried my face into Souta-kun's chest, savoring this blissful warmth with every fiber of my being.

The arms Souta-kun wrapped around me were firm, warm, and endlessly reassuring.

Lifting my chin, I met Souta-kun's gaze. As our lips met in another tender kiss, an even deeper sense of peace enveloped us.

—I will say it again and again, dozens of times, hundreds of times, for the rest of our lives. Souta-kun.

"I love you. I love you so much, Souta-kun. More than anyone else, I love you."

"Yeah. I love you too."

From here on out, there would undoubtedly be complications regarding Papa's business and resolving the broken engagement.

—Yet, strangely enough, I felt no fear at all.

—Because I believed with all my heart that as long as I was with you, Souta-kun, everything would be alright... and because we had promised to find our happiness together.

I let my thoughts wander toward our unwritten future.

"Please take good care of me from now on as well, Souta-kun."

"Yeah. Take care of me too."

Shifting slightly against the pillow, I rested my forehead gently against Souta-kun's.

—I will never let go of this happiness. Vowing that in my soul, I gazed into his warm eyes.

Souta-kun is my friend. Hayama-san and the others are my friends too. But the feelings I hold for him are entirely distinct from what I feel for anyone else.

Even so, I cherish this word above all others.

Because to me, that title is the most precious treasure—the very first bond he ever granted me.

—Souta-kun is, and always will be, my number one friend.