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Episode 18: Let’s Go Fishing… For That Guy!

Daily Life  2

It’s been about two weeks since the chaotic sports festival.

Somehow or another, our daily routine has finally returned. The season is edging closer to the rainy period, and the temperature is steadily climbing.

“Hey, Rei.”

During basic seminar, while I was sneakily reading a manga under the professor’s nose, Akira poked me in the side with a ballpoint pen.

“Hmm? What is it, Akira?”

Did he get a stomachache again? If so, maybe I should keep my distance…

“Do you like the ocean?”

“Well, I don’t hate it.”

“Good. Then keep your schedule open for next Sunday.”

“Wait, at least tell me what we’re doing.”

“Fishing. We’re going fishing. Look forward to it, Rei.”

“Oh, uh, okay…”

After seminar ended, I headed to what had become my usual spot over the past week: an unused classroom in the school building. We always met there during lunch breaks.

“Sorry for the wait!”

“I just got here too, Rei-kun.”

Shion-senpai was sitting by the window, waiting.

A soft breeze came in through the slightly open window, making her long hair sway and causing the cream-colored curtains to ripple gently.

If you framed this scene, it’d be like a scene out of a masterpiece painting.

“Something wrong?”

“…No, it’s just…”

Honestly, I got a little captivated. Lately, I’ve been finding myself increasingly aware of her—probably due to the recent change in our circumstances.

“Let’s eat lunch, shall we?”

“Oh! Yes! I’m starving!”

My response was overly enthusiastic, and I needed to make sure she didn’t notice anything unusual.

“Before we eat… Rei-kun.”

“Senpai?”

Shion-senpai pouted, looking a bit sulky. It wasn’t her usual mature demeanor; she seemed almost childlike.

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

“You made a promise.”

The moment she turned away, I realized—oh no. She was right.

“Sorry, let me correct myself: Shion-senpai.”

“…I’ll forgive you today. Now, let’s eat.”

Ah, this feels nice. The food tastes great, and senpai is both beautiful and adorable.

Honestly, at that moment, I had no idea what awaited me on Sunday.

And so, Sunday arrives.

“Hmm…?”

When I stepped out of my apartment with my things packed, I saw a large black van parked in the lot. I recognized it immediately.

“Uzuhana, hurry up and get in!”

“Huh? Why is the club president here?”

“We’re going fishing, right? Get in. I’ll explain on the way.”

“Uh, okay…”

Having no choice, I got in.

“…Ugh!”

“What’s with the reaction, Uzuhana?”

Inside, sprawled out on the seat and looking completely at ease, was Sunabashi.

“Y-You’re coming too?”

“Don’t be rude! When Maririn invited me, of course I came running!”

You could’ve declined…

“Fine, whatever. I’ll sit next to you.”

The inside of the van smelled faintly of air freshener.

“Phew, it’s nice and cool in here.”

“—So? How does it feel to be heading to the ocean with three beautiful women?”

“Well, it’d be impossible not to have expectations. You know, swimsuits, unexpected mishaps… wardrobe malfunctions…”

Huh? That voice. It came from behind me—cooler than the club president or Sunabashi.

“Uzuhana. You’re the worst.”

“Absolutely terrible.”

Wait, what? What’s going on here?

“No way! Don’t tell me—!”

From behind me came an intense pressure, like standing in front of a blazing fire.

—Crap! I’m done for…!

I flung the door open and tried to jump out of the car.

But at the same moment, someone grabbed the back of my neck, holding me like a vise. I couldn’t move.

“Where do you think you’re going, Rei-kun?”

“N-No! I thought I’d just take my scooter!”

“Your single-seat scooter? For a 50-kilometer trip?”

Behind me stood none other than…

“…Shion-senpai.”

My self-proclaimed fiancée, an invincible beauty and absolute powerhouse: Saionji Shion-senpai.

“Care to explain why you’re going out with Maririn and the others without telling me?”

“N-No! I didn’t know the president and Sunabashi would be here, I swear!”

“…Really?”

Senpai turned her gaze from me to the club president in the driver’s seat.

“Well, if Isaka didn’t tell him, he probably didn’t know. That guy got food poisoning from anisakis yesterday and ended up in the hospital.”

That idiot—first raw oysters, now anisakis? He must be cursed when it comes to seafood.

“…I see. Sorry for jumping to conclusions.”

“N-No, it’s fine as long as you understand.”

“But… you’re looking forward to it, aren’t you? A wardrobe malfunction.”

“Eep!”

Crap! My inner thoughts slipped out!

“Rei-kun.”

“Y-Yes?”

“If you want a wardrobe malfunction, I’ll give you as many as you’d like. So don’t look to anyone else.”

Whoa, that’s lewd—and awesome.

“Understood… I think.”

“Hey, cut the lovey-dovey act and let’s get going already!”

The van started moving.

We drove along the national highway, and about 30 minutes later, we got on the expressway.

“Maririn, here’s some snacks.”

“Hm? Oh, can you feed me?”

“Yes! Hehe…”

When did Sunabashi move to the passenger seat? Well, I guess senpai isn’t any different. She was in the third row earlier but somehow ended up right next to me, leaning on me completely.

“Rei-kun, what kind of fish do you want to eat?”

“Hmm, I personally love mackerel, but this season, horse mackerel would be nice.”

“Got it. I’ll make sure to catch some.”

Her determination was intense. Her eyes lost their highlights for a moment.

“We’re here! Whew, driving is tiring!”

We got out of the car.

The salty sea breeze filled my nostrils. The beach wasn’t open to the public yet, so it was like having a private seaside spot.

“Maririn, want me to massage your shoulders? Hehehe…”

Sunabashi wiggled her fingers as she approached the president, who was stretching.

Her drooling expression made her intentions blatantly obvious.

“You don’t have to go that far—there, there.”

“Hehehehe…”

A simple head pat was enough to incapacitate Sunabashi.

“All right, let’s carry the gear.”

I opened the trunk and took out the cooler box and a case containing fishing rods.

“Let me help.”

“No, no, I’ve got this. It’s not that heavy, and I’m a guy, after all.”

Besides, the fishing spot was likely on the breakwater, so the footing wouldn’t be an issue.

“Hm? Is this another rod?”

I spotted a strangely dirty case in the trunk.

“Uzuhana! Don’t touch that!”

“Huh?”

As I picked it up, the president made a face that screamed, too late.

“What’s this? Is something wrong with it?”

“Uzuhana, listen carefully. That’s a cursed rod.”

A cursed… rod?

“It’s called the ‘Blank Rod.’ Anyone who touches it won’t get a single bite the whole day and will go home empty-handed. It’s a tragic, cursed fishing rod.”

“What?!”

What a terrifying rod! I was counting on today’s catch to make up for blowing this month’s budget on drinks two nights ago!

“…Is there no insurance for this?”

“There is. In fact, it’s absurdly simple.”

The president spoke with a serious expression.

“With that rod… you must defeat the ruler of this sea.”