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Lovers Never Let Go Of Each Other’s Hands, No Matter How Hot It Gets.

July.

The final week before summer vacation.

The intense sunlight poured down from above, signaling the full onset of summer.

Even in such heat, I was heading to school with Hatsune-san.

“Ugh, it’s so hot…”

Hatsune-san grabbed the collar of her uniform with her left hand and fanned herself gently, trying to create some breeze.

Even in that situation, her right hand was still firmly holding onto my left hand.

We were both starting to sweat a little, but neither of us showed any signs of letting go.

“Well, there are only three more days until we’re done with school in this hellish heat,” I said, wiping the sweat from my forehead as I thought about the upcoming summer vacation.

Hatsune-san glanced at me from the side and pulled out a handkerchief with her other hand.

“Hm? It’s true that the first semester is almost over, but… Yakumo-kun, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What do you mean…?”

I had no idea what she was talking about.

As I pondered, Hatsune-san gently wiped the sweat from my forehead with the handkerchief.

“Thanks.”

“Hehe, you’re welcome.”

Even in the scorching heat, Hatsune-san’s smile was refreshing.

Seeing her smile, I almost felt like the summer heat could disappear in an instant.

“So, what am I forgetting?”

“Well, we’ll still have to come to school a few times during the summer break, right? For the preparations for the cultural festival in September.”

“Oh, now that you mention it.”

For someone like me, a former introverted loner, school events were all about how to kill time. The cultural festival was no different.

I remember last year’s class doing a haunted house. During the preparation period, I just did some behind-the-scenes work without any significant role.

Even during the actual cultural festival in late September, I was the same.

I had free time, but all I remember doing was fiddling with my phone in some unpopular part of the school.

“Fuufuu~~. It looks like you don’t have very good memories from last year, Yakumo-kun.”

I must’ve looked pretty miserable, I guess.

“Well, yeah.”

“I see. Actually, I wasn’t much better either,” she said with a laugh.

“Really?”

“Yeah, because before I met you, I was a socially awkward loner too.”

“I see.”

Although Hatsune-san, the most beautiful girl in school, was treated like a solitary, aloof figure who didn’t interact with anyone, her true nature was different.

She couldn’t actively engage with others, but she was just an ordinary girl who longed for the excitement of youth.

To borrow Hatsune-san’s words, she was a “socially awkward loner.”

In other words, she was just like me.

“That’s why I want to make good memories this year,” she said.

Last year, we were both loners, but this year, things were different.

I had Hatsune-san as my girlfriend.

And I was getting more chances to connect with my classmates.

“Yeah, I want to enjoy the cultural festival with you this year,” I said.

“Yeah…!” Hatsune-san squeezed my hand tightly.

Her mood seemed to brighten, and her steps, which had felt heavy in the heat, became lighter.

“I wonder what our class will do for the festival,” she mused.

“We’ll probably need to make some progress during summer break, so I think we’ll decide on it by the end of this semester.”

“Oh, maybe we’ll discuss it during today’s long homeroom?” she suggested.

“Yeah, maybe. The class president might know something.”

I felt an unfamiliar sensation—looking forward to school events—which was something I never would’ve experienced before meeting Hatsune-san.

***

Afternoon.

During the long homeroom.

As expected, it was decided that we would discuss the theme for the cultural festival.

“Let’s get started with the discussion.”

As usual, the class president stood at the front to lead the proceedings. I listened from my seat.

“Now, everyone. It’s just three days before summer break begins, but… didn’t you find it strange?”

The class president spoke grandly, and the room was filled with an air of confusion: What’s strange?

With an unusually serious expression, the class president continued without minding the puzzled looks.

“While other classes have already decided on their cultural festival themes, why is it that only our class, 2-3, has yet to make a decision at this late stage?”

The class president raised their fist as though delivering a speech. When I thought about it, it was true.

I hadn’t really paid attention to it this morning when I was talking with Hatsune, but starting the discussion just before summer break did seem a bit late. If we don’t reach an agreement in one meeting, things could get troublesome.

“The reason is that we originally planned to decide on a theme after all the other classes had finalized theirs, to avoid any overlap.”

“Is it really that important to avoid overlap?”

Someone muttered under their breath as they listened to the class president’s explanation.

“That’s true. After all, having multiple haunted houses or maid cafes in a single year is a yearly tradition, right?”

From there, voices supporting the idea that we shouldn’t worry too much about overlap began to spread. Classmates started talking among themselves in nearby seats.

“Quiet down!”

The class president raised their voice to calm the room. After taking a deep breath, they continued.

“I truly want to aim for the Best Class Award at the cultural festival.”

Standing confidently in front of the teacher’s desk, the class president made this firm declaration, and our classmates murmured, “Oh.”

“Well, if we’re going to do it, we should aim for a good performance.”

“If we worked hard at the sports festival, we could win, so it sounds like it could be fun.”

It seemed that the class president’s enthusiasm had spread to the class. Moreover, our success at the sports festival seemed to have given everyone an extra boost. Everyone was now motivated.

“That said, I think we should base our theme on what everyone wants to do, so if anyone has any ideas, please feel free to share.”

With the class president’s signal, various ideas started to come in. Among them, there was a debate about what kind of performance would win the Best Class Award. While avoiding overlap in themes was important, being too unique could hurt the appeal, so we decided it was best to keep it within reason. Common themes, like haunted houses, might overlap, but they were popular because there was demand for them.

On the other hand, just doing the same thing as everyone else wouldn’t help us stand out and would just lead to competition for customers. So, we needed to integrate classic elements but add something that no other class had.

After much discussion and a vote, our class came to a conclusion.

“Then, we’ll go with a cosplay café for our class performance!”

The class president announced this loudly.

(Indeed, compared to a maid café, we could offer a variety of costumes, so this could help us stand out…)

After the vote, I felt that this was a reasonable decision.

“After all, food and drink-based performances are strong. Plus, we can easily promote our success, like saying, ‘We sold this many meals!'”

From the class president’s clear and confident tone, it was evident that she was sure we could win the award.

“Plus, this class has a lot of cute girls.”

The class clown, Shinbashi, added with a grin, “Well, this class does have some seriously good-looking girls.”

I had heard the guys in class whispering about how high the level was for the girls here. After all, there was Hatsune-san, who was called the most beautiful girl in the school.

“Oh? I plan to have the boys wear costumes too,” the class president said nonchalantly.

Her words caused a stir in the room. The guys, who had assumed only the girls would dress up, were surprised. They started talking excitedly about what they would wear or what costumes they thought would look good on others. Meanwhile, the girls began discussing their costume ideas, getting more and more animated.

In the midst of this, Hatsune-san, sitting next to me, turned to me and asked,

“Yakumo-kun, what kind of costume would you like me to wear?”

What costume should I have her wear?

A maid outfit would definitely be a classic choice. Maybe a Chinese dress…?

No, traditional Japanese attire could work too.

“…I’m not sure.”

“Ah, could it be that you’re imagining me in a costume?”

“It’s hard to decide without comparing them in my head. I think you’d look good in anything, Hatsune-san.”

“I see… You’ve gotten better at making me happy lately, Yakumo-kun.”

Hatsune-san twirled the end of her long black hair around her finger, looking pleased but not entirely surprised.

“We still have time before we need to decide and make the costumes, so maybe I’ll think about it some more.”

“Yeah, of course, but… You want to pick a costume for me to wear, don’t you?”