After, the hair and makeup adjustments were finally complete.
Next, of course, came the clothes.
Akira Fujimiya and Meguri Shiromeguri walked towards the mall together.
The afternoon crowd flowed around them—students, office workers, couples on casual dates—yet Meguri felt strangely conscious of every step she took beside Akira.
She kept glancing at the price tags on the clothes displayed in each store window. Everything looked expensive, far more than she could imagine buying for herself.
When Akira stepped into a boutique and began selecting clothes without hesitation, Meguri instinctively tugged at his sleeve.
"Fujimiya-kun… these are all too pricey…"
Akira ignored the comment completely.
He picked out three coordinated outfits—precise choices that suited her—and handed them to Meguri.
"Senior, please try these on."
Meguri hesitated looking at the clothes but eventually nodded. "O-Okay…"
She went into the fitting room with the first outfit: an elegant, pastel-blue dress with soft lace trimming. When she stepped out, even she felt her atmosphere shift. Her gentle features, combined with the refined dress, made her look like a dignified senior who belonged on a university campus brochure.
Akira looked at her from head to toe and nodded. "Mm, that fits you nicely. You look like an elegant senpai."
Meguri's cheeks warmed. Before she could respond, Akira handed her the second outfit: a cool, stylish ensemble with shorts and a fitted top.
The moment she put it on and stepped out, her face turned red all the way to her ears. It was much more revealing than she expected. She tried to tug the hem down, flustered.
Akira looked satisfied. "That one's good for home. You look cute."
"C-Cute…?"
Meguri couldn't even meet his eyes.
Then came the third outfit, a conservative combination of a cardigan and long skirt—something simple, soft, perfect for strolling around the city.
After she changed into it, Akira nodded again. "The third one makes you look like a normal college student. Good for walking around town or going to the library."
Meguri lowered her gaze. "But… it's a bit too expensive…"
"I already paid." Akira smiled, clasping his hands behind his back. "If you feel bad about it, then let me help you change back into your new clothes."
His tone was light, but the meaning was not subtle.
Meguri's face went red instantly. She hesitated for a long moment before giving a small, embarrassed hum. "...Okay."
She stepped into the locker room again.
Akira followed her inside without hesitation.
The shop assistant standing nearby froze midway through folding clothes.
She stared at the door of the fitting room, unable to stop her imagination from spiraling into dangerous territory.
Ten minutes later, Akira helped Meguri change back into her original outfit from the morning.
There wasn't anything indecent about what happened inside, but Akira had become more familiar with her body proportions and realized she was on the same level as Kawasaki Saki in terms of figure.
Meguri's face was absolutely crimson as they left the store.
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Later, the two of them sat on a bench by the river.
Meguri opened the lunch box she had prepared with care that morning.
Akira lay down comfortably, resting his head on her lap without asking for permission. Meguri froze for only a second before her hand naturally moved to support him.
She picked up a piece of fried chicken with chopsticks and held it out. She said shyly, her blush visible.
"Fujimiya-kun, say ah."
Akira opened his mouth lazily. "Ah."
Her smile deepened as she fed him bite after bite. To anyone passing by, the sight looked exactly like a couple spending a peaceful afternoon together.
The river breeze was cool, and Meguri's warmth seeped into Akira's cheek.
As he ate, he casually checked the time.
The system refresh wasn't far away.
Last time, it had happened right after lunch as well.
He watched the minutes tick by. When the timing felt right, he sat up abruptly.
"Senior, I'm going to buy two cans of drinks. Wait here for me."
Meguri blinked, surprised by how quickly he stood up.
Before she could answer, Akira had already turned around and walked toward the vending machines.
She closed the lid of the lunch box and stared at his retreating figure, her eyes soft. She waited obediently, hands folded on her lap.
The moment Akira stood in front of the vending machine, the system's familiar voice rang in his mind.
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the ability: Miracle.]
"Miracle?" Akira muttered. "This one feels different…"
He opened the ability description. His expression became stranger and stranger the more he read.
[Miracle: A miracle will occur once in everyone's life. It can only be used once for a goal.]
For a moment, he thought he had won a massive lottery jackpot. But that idea faded just as quickly.
He tapped to the next page.
A strange string of symbols appeared.
["????"]
And below it—
["Hide the name."]
Akira's eyes widened slightly. "Hide… the name?"
This was unexpected.
But this only strengthen his guessed: the hidden anime heroine refreshed by the system might not be from this anime… but from another anime entirely.
The system hid her name because she hadn't appeared yet.
Well, not infront of him yet.
Since the heroine would eventually appear beside him, the answer became obvious as he thought about Hiratsuka Shizuka's household.
"The girl Hiratsuka-sensei adopted?"
The realization clicked instantly.
.....
After lunch,
Akira and Meguri headed to the nearby cinema. They watched a movie together—Meguri focused on the screen, while Akira occasionally glanced at her reactions.
By the time the movie ended, the sky outside had begun to dim.
They returned to Meguri's residence.
In front of the apartment building, the old landlady was sweeping the walkway. She looked up and saw the two of them walking side by side.
Her eyes softened as she gave Akira a welcoming warm smile.
Akira bowed politely in return. "Good afternoon."
Meguri's cheeks flushed again, imagining what the landlady must be thinking.
She quickly greeted the Landlady, not looking in her eyes in embarrassment.
As they both walked upstairs.
....
They stepped into Meguri's room.
The moment Akira closed the door behind them, he pulled Meguri into his arms.
"Senior, how was your date today?"
Meguri's breath caught. Before she slowly said, "It was wonderful... T-thank you"
She knew where the atmosphere was heading; her face turned scarlet almost instantly.
Akira released her gently. "As long as Senior is happy, let's continue practicing guitar."
He walked into the living room, leaving Meguri frozen in place, her heart pounding. Her thoughts spiraled into embarrassing territory.
"Senior," Akira called from the other room, "it's only afternoon. Don't be anxious. I'll be here until evening."
She immediately lowered her head in shame, realizing he had read her mind again.
After composing herself, she walked into the living room.
The two sat beside each other, practicing guitar. Akira occasionally corrected her posture, his fingers brushing against hers.
Every touch made her heart skip.
.....
As the sun set again, the room glowed with warm orange light.
But this time, Meguri's mood was very different—a mixture of anticipation and shyness. She knew what might happen later, even if Akira hadn't said a word about it.
Akira was still in the bathroom.
Meguri stood near the living room doorway, clutching the hem of her skirt, feeling her heartbeat accelerate at a ridiculous pace.
The bathroom door clicked open.
Meguri turned reflexively.
Their eyes met.
Her face flushed instantly.
Akira stepped toward her without saying a word and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Fujimiya-kun…" Her voice trembled.
Earlier, at the mall, he had also bought some clothes—clothes that were now sitting in a bag in the living room.
Akira leaned closer, his voice warm against her ear. "Senior Meguri, your heart is beating really fast."
"F-Fujimiya-kun…" Meguri's embarrassment deepened.
"Senior, would you like to move to Sakurasou? I won't charge rent."
Meguri stepped back in panic. "N-No need! I'll be moving out after graduation. I'll find a new apartment near the university."
"No need to find one." Akira's hands slid around her waist again. "I'll prepare a house for you."
His hands became a little unruly.
Meguri's voice shook. "Fujimiya-kun, I… I'm not that kind of woman. I don't want your house."
She feared he might think she was with him for financial reasons.
Akira chuckled softly. "Senior, that's not what I meant. If we have a house, we won't disturb neighbors when we practice guitar—and no one will disturb us."
Meguri still looked uncertain. "But for me…"
"Senior is too beautiful." Akira tightened his embrace. "If I give you something valuable, you'll be unable to leave me."
"I won't leave you," she whispered.
"Then accept what I give you. It'll make me feel more at ease." He said as he kissed her cheek gently.
Meguri's resistance melted. "I'm just… afraid I'll owe you too much…"
"It's fine. The more you owe me, the better it is."
"I… I will work hard. The rent—"
"If Senior gave me the rent money. I just use it to buy things for you and take you out on dates."
"Fujimiya-kun…"
"Senior, my efforts need to be rewarded."
"…I know."
....
Dinner time arrived. The sky outside had already turned dark.
After they finished eating, Akira told her to take the clothes and go shower.
Meguri carried her change of clothes into the bathroom. The moment she closed the door, Akira efficiently cleaned up the dishes and prepared the sleeping mat for Meguri on the floor.
By the time Meguri stepped out, her hair damp, her cheeks warm from the steam, Akira was already lying on the bed.
He looked at her with a calm, teasing smile.
Meguri felt her face heat up again.
"Senior," Akira said softly, "it's time to rest. Whether you turn off the lights or not… that's up to you."
The room fell silent.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Only Meguri's rapidly beating heart answered him.
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