[Sad News] Living Together with the Unattainable Beauty—Her Overwhelming Affection Is Way Too Calculated - 62-63

Chapter 62: The Promised Day

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Since making the promise on LINE, I had spent some incredulous days until today. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say it was a miracle I was still alive.

Why did she act that way? I won’t make excuses like it was a hallucination anymore. I even came inside her. I’ll take responsibility!

Hence why today, today of all days, I had to give it my all to live up to her feelings! And so, the fateful Sunday arrived.

That day, I snapped awake in the dim pre-dawn hours. To be precise, I barely slept. Like a kid before a field trip, extreme excitement and stomach-churning nervousness kept me up all night.

I sprang out of bed like a coiled spring and stood in front of my closet.

There, radiating a divine aura, hung the outfit I’d bought for this day, spending every last yen of my part-time job earnings and savings. A navy blazer, chosen after hours of poring over fashion magazines with Kimura and Satou, enduring suspicious looks from a beautiful shop clerk while picking it out with a trembling voice—a battle-ready date outfit.

A simple navy blazer. A clean white T-shirt. Slightly slim, refined black chinos. Simple black leather shoes. For an introverted otaku like me, this was blindingly dazzling gear meant for extroverts.

“…Can I pull this off? Doesn’t it just look like I’m being dressed up like a doll instead…?”

Anxiety gnawed at me as I repeatedly held the clothes against my body in front of the room’s mirror.

Do I look good? Or not? I can’t even judge objectively anymore.

I took a hot shower to wake myself up. Then, at the sink, I grabbed the stylish wax I’d bought for today. Following Kimura’s advice to aim for a casual look, I ended up with just a messy hair look.

Time slipped away as I redid it over and over. The promised time was 1:00 PM. The meeting spot was under the big clock tower in front of the station. It felt a bit tedious to have a meeting spot when we lived in the same house, but this was about setting the stage. A date needed to be properly staged.

My heart felt like it might leap out of my mouth from nerves, and I arrived at the spot a full hour early. I couldn’t calm down. I paced aimlessly around the clock tower. I checked my phone for the time. Still fifty minutes to go. I took deep breaths. 

It’s fine. I can do this. Today isn’t just about enjoying a date. I’m here for a battle that’ll decide my gray life’s fate.

I repeated that to myself, firmly, fiercely. And then, five minutes before the agreed time. From the bustling crowd at the station, a girl appeared, radiating a familiar yet entirely different divine aura.

It was Fujigaya-san. The sight of her caught my breath. Words failed me. She wore a white dress adorned with delicate lace. The hem of her skirt swayed gently in the soft spring breeze.

Her glossy black hair, usually worn down, was slightly up today, revealing her fair, beautiful nape, which looked strikingly alluring. Her makeup was a touch more mature than usual. She wasn’t the magazine model “KANOKO” or my classmate “Kanoko Fujigaya.” 

She was a one-of-a-kind girl who had dressed up to the nines for our date. When she spotted me, her face lit up with a radiant smile, like a sunflower blooming. She hurried over with small steps.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Miyazuka-kun!”

Her smile was brighter than the sun. I could only stand there, stunned. Her presence shone several times—no, hundreds of times—brighter than usual. My heart had long surpassed its limits. 

Will I even make it home alive today?

That silly worry crossed my mind in all seriousness.

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Chapter 63: The Happiest Day of My Life

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“Sorry to keep you waiting, Miyazuka-kun!”

Under the clock tower where we had promised to meet, I spotted him fidgeting restlessly, constantly checking his hair, unable to settle down. The moment I saw that earnest, almost painfully sincere look, my chest tightened—sweetly, and with a touch of sorrow.

Today’s Gen-chan was completely different from usual. His hairstyle, his clothes—everything about him was so, so stylish. He had done all of this for me. That fact alone filled me with such uncontrollable joy and tenderness that I couldn’t stop smiling.

“No, I just got here too.”

He said, averting his gaze a little shyly. That awkwardness only made him unbearably cute.

“That outfit really suits you. You look great.” 

I told him, honestly and from the bottom of my heart. In an instant, his face flushed a vivid red, like a ripe tomato.

“I–Is that so…? F-Fujigaya-san, y-you too… Uum… You look really cute.”

He stammered, doing his best to compliment me.

Oh no. This is too much. My heart can’t take it. Today might very well be the day I die from happiness.

“Shall we go then?”

“Y-Yeah!”

He started walking like some stiff, awkward robot, and I quietly fell into step beside him. It seemed that he had planned out today’s entire date. 

First, lunch at a stylish café like the ones you see in magazines near the station. Then, a movie. And finally, a walk through the park at sunset—a perfect, classic date course. When I thought about how he must have looked up unfamiliar sites and researched everything so carefully just for this, my heart swelled with affection. 

At the café, he stayed nervous the whole time—holding the menu upside down, almost knocking over his glass of water. But it was my role to gently lead along this clumsy boy.

“I want to try this pancake with all the fruit on top. What about you, Miyazuka-kun?”

“T-Then, I’ll have that too…”

Just ordering the same thing together—such a simple act—felt unbelievably special, sparkling, and happy. I had never realized it could be like this.

At the movie theater, we picked the latest romance film everyone had been talking about. But I hardly took in the story at all, too distracted by wondering what kind of expression he was making beside me.

In the darkness, our hands would sometimes brush against each other’s on the armrest. Each time, we both jolted, trembling at the contact. That sweet, frustrating tension was intoxicating.

When the movie ended and we stepped outside, the sky was painted a beautiful shade of orange. We walked side by side through the park, chatting idly—about favorite anime, about school friends. Just walking next to him, just hearing his voice so close by. It made the whole world shine.

Ah… Right now, I might be the happiest I have ever been in my life.

I wished this time could last forever. But I knew—it couldn’t. This date would have to end. And he… He had something he absolutely needed to tell me. A set of words, precious and important, that he had to say.

With my heart brimming with soaring anticipation and just a trace of anxiety, I waited for those words from him. The setting sun stretched our shadows long, longer still, across the path in the park.

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