Vol 1 Chapter 54 – A Phone After Five Months【Vol 1 – Turning Point】

My summer Manke was over. The next morning…

“Hey, is there anything you want to do?”

Michiru-san asked.

Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered something and decided to mention it.

“It’s not something I really want to do… but do you think I could have my own cellphone soon?”

I figured it’d be pretty inconvenient without one. My channel’s revenue is stable and really high. So I thought maybe I could sign up for a phone plan.

“Oh, sorry, Rin-kun! So you wanted one too!?”

Michiru-san exclaimed.

Her reaction surprised me. It’s true I’d never said I wanted a phone, but I guess Michiru-san must have thought I wasn’t interested in them.

Honestly, the reason I hadn’t mentioned a phone before was because I didn’t have the money. It wasn’t that I didn’t care.

“I just thought I’d be able to sign up on my own soon.”

That’s why I brought it up now.

“You’ll do it yourself? That’s fine, you know? Michi Mama can sign you up.”

“Michi Mama, I think you’re way too generous to me…” I muttered.

I feel like if I begged her, there’s nothing Michi Mama wouldn’t buy for me. Of course, within what’s possible.

“Because I’m Michi Mama!”

She declared.

I thought that was a ridiculous argument.

“So, is Cocomo okay? Because Michi Mama uses Cocomo!”

Honestly, I don’t really know much about carriers. But my family bank is Yawaraka Bank.

But I figured it’d be nice to have the same carrier as Michi Mama. So…

“Yeah!”

I chose Cocomo.

“Then, shall we head to the Cocomo shop?”

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That’s how we ended up at the Cocomo shop. We went by car as usual.

And I didn’t forget a mask and sunglasses. After all, I’m technically a celebrity too.

“Rin-kun, which one do you think is good? Since you don’t go out much, I think we should prioritize visibility over portability!”

What surprised me was that the AiPhone went all the way up to 14. The one I had before was only a 7….

“Oh, Rin-kun, you use an AiPhone? Me too! This one’s a 14!”

Sure enough, when I looked closely, they matched.

“I’ll take this one!”

I thought matching might be lame, but that turned out to be needless worry.

[Hehe]

“Matching! What color should we pick?”

She looked so happy, and that made me smile.

It made me realize my feelings aren’t completely one-sided, all thanks to something so trivial.

Rin Nanase’s image color is pink. Since his concept is a lovable songstress, that makes sense. But honestly, pink probably doesn’t suit me….

“Which color do you recommend?”

I don’t have a favorite color. I like them all. Because I like them all, I can’t narrow it down—I’m indecisive.

[Hmm…]

“I’d probably pick pink based on Michi Mama’s taste… You’re a boy, so isn’t pink embarrassing?”

By the way, Michi Mama’s is light blue. So it seems she thinks pink would suit me.

But with her asking that much, I had no way out.

“Well, if Michi Mama recommends it, I’ll go with pink!”

I said as I picked up the exchange voucher for a pink AiPhone.

“Okay, let’s buy a case too! I’d recommend a book-style one—it makes it harder to crack the screen.”

She led the way through the display, and I followed.

There were all kinds of cases—from clear silicone ones to glittery ones. But one really caught my eye.

“Oh, what about this?!”

It was a cover designed like a spellbook. I love fantasy. Well, second only to Michi Mama. So an accessory like this really drew me in.

“Yeah, it might suit you! Like a magical girl!”

Ugh, but I’m an adult, you know….

But I guess it can’t be helped—my looks are so girly I even got scouted….

It’s fine if it suits me—plus, I like it.

“All right, let’s go with this one!”

Men need to be bold.

The Cocomo shop was practically empty that day. It was probably because it was Manke season. So we could proceed with the paperwork without lining up.

We filled out the bank and personal information, and I signed at the end. With that, this AiPhone was officially mine.

“After all that… it wasn’t even that hard… But it’s my first phone in five months!”

Sometimes, you notice surprisingly important things in the silliest ways.

“Oh, right, it’s almost half a year!”

That slipped out of my mouth, and I realized five months have passed since that day.

And Michiru-san said it was almost half a year. Maybe a milestone is coming up.

I hope this life continues on for much, much longer.