You Girls Are Way Too Obsessed With A Lone Wolf Like Me - Volume 1 Chapter 4: Haruichi Himemiya’s Not-So-Lonely Holiday

Volume 1 Chapter 4: Haruichi Himemiya’s Not-So-Lonely Holiday

It’s Saturday, just past 9 AM, at a café slightly off the beaten path from my high school. The wood-toned interior, illuminated by indirect lighting, exudes a retro charm. The faint scent of wood and freshly ground coffee beans creates a soothing atmosphere.

Coffee House WELL—this is the café I discovered shortly after enrolling in high school, my sanctuary.

After finishing a magazine borrowed from the rack, I gaze absently at the wooden propeller fan slowly spinning on the ceiling.

Retro spaces are peculiar. Just being in one makes time feel like it’s flowing more leisurely.

“Haruichi-kun, would you like a coffee refill?”

“Oh, no thanks. I’ll be leaving soon.”

“Oh? So you stopped by before heading out today. Thanks for coming in as always.”

“No problem.”

Despite me being younger, she always treats me with a gentle demeanor—her name is Koino Kimika-san. She mentioned she’s a second-year student at a local university, so she’s probably around twenty. Just like her calm way of speaking, she carries this soft, laid-back aura about her, and honestly, I wouldn’t hesitate to call her the poster girl of this place—she’s that stunning.

I like Koino-san—not romantically, but as a person.

She has an exceptional sense of personal space. Even with someone younger and becoming a regular like me, she maintains a perfect distance.

It’s not just “not too far, not too close.”

When she’s close, she’s very close. But she doesn’t constantly talk. She only speaks when my glass is empty or when she’s free, and she avoids interrupting me when I’m reading or focused on something. It’s as if she understands why I come here alone, and I’m incredibly grateful for that.

Bringing over a fresh glass of cold water in place of the coffee, Koino-san’s face lights up even more as if something had just clicked in her mind. “Oh right!,” she says, as though she suddenly remembered something.

“Today’s the day you’re going on a date with two girls, isn’t it?”

“It’s not a date. We’re just choosing a restaurant for a social gathering.”

“Aww,” she says in her gentle tone, feigning disappointment.

Yes, today, Saturday, I’m meeting Misaki and Hatori to pick a restaurant for the social gathering.

“Working on a holiday” isn’t a phrase that sits well with anyone, whether you’re a high schooler or a working adult. But if it’s for a private room, it’s worth it.

And it was Koino-san who told me about that private room—an empty classroom in the cultural building. She’s an alumna of Otozuka High School, an OG.

Visiting a café daily is financially tough for a high schooler. When I mentioned this, she told me about an empty classroom that unofficial clubs used to occupy without issue during her high school days.

Thinking about the private room reminds me of Koino-san.

I take out my student handbook from my pocket and show her a photo I found sandwiched inside—a bromide of a girl.

“I found this in the empty classroom. Is this you, Koino-san?”

“Let me see!” Koino-san leans in, her eyes sparkling.

“Wow, this brings back memories!”

Her reaction confirms my guess was right.

The girl in the uniform photo has brown hair and natural makeup, with a hint of youthful innocence—clearly Koino-san from back then. Comparing her now to the photo, I can see the remnants of her past self.

“So, the unofficial club was your fan club?”

Behind Koino-san in the photo is a door with a poster that reads, “Kimiuta Fan Club SONG FOR YOU”—a cringe-worthy design. This is undoubtedly the hallway leading to the private room.

“Bingo,” Koino-san says, still radiating her calm aura.

“I was a bit embarrassed back then. I was pretty popular in my youth, you know?”

“You’re still young, more like this is your peak.”

“Oh? Are you trying to flirt with me, Haruichi-kun?”

“Don’t tease me…”

“Fufufu♪ It’s payback♪”

I didn’t mean to tease her, though.

Koino-san pats my head.

“Your reactions are as dry as always, Haruichi-kun. But that’s what makes you cute.”

“That’s just creepy.”

“That’s what makes you even cuter! I’m super troubled~!”

She reaches out with her other hand to pat my head again, but I tilt my head away, dodging her.

Despite being rejected, Koino-san’s expression softens.

“Seriously, your salty attitude reminds me of the cat we used to have. Even your cold gaze is so similar.”

“…… Is that a compliment?”

“It’s the highest praise! I’d take you home if I could, Haruichi-kun. If I were living alone, I’d definitely adopt you.”

“First, you’re talking about adopting me like a stray cat, and second, kidnapping is a serious crime.”

“Can I at least pat your head with both hands or give you a big hug?”

She’s not listening…

“Please give me a break,” I decline, and Koino-san beams, saying, “You’re so adorably cold!” She seems to enjoy being brushed off. And what’s with that new phrase?

“Sorry, sorry. I just got excited because you remind me of our cat. But not just that—since you’re my junior, I can’t help but want to dote on you.”

I know she’s sincere, and she wouldn’t do anything I genuinely dislike. So, when she apologizes, I can’t stay upset.

Still, her understanding of personal space is a double-edged sword. It means she can push my boundaries right up to the limit.

Is Koino-san secretly a villain?

Checking my watch, it’s just past 9:30.

“Already?”

“Yeah, I should probably go.”

As I stand up, Koino-san follows me to the entrance.

“Hold out your arms.”

“Huh?”

I do as she says, and she starts adjusting my cardigan.

Her slender, graceful fingers run from my wrists to my upper arms, making me straighten my back instinctively.

“Since you’re going out with two girls, I want you to look as cool as possible. Perfect♪“

With her beaming smile so close, all I can say is, “Thank you, in every sense.”

Koino-san opens the door, and the bell’s chime is soothing.

“Tell me all about your date later. Have a good time!”

“It’s not a date… See you.”

Koino-san feels more like a neighborly big sister than a café staff member.

And one more thing: I do resemble a capricious cat, but not like the one she had.

Because being petted or touched by an older sister makes me feel more embarrassed than annoyed.

Older women are unfair.

※ ※ ※

I take the direct express train one stop past my high school’s nearest station, Otozuka Station, and arrive at Sannomiya, today’s meeting spot.

If you ask, “What’s the go-to spot for young people in Hyogo Prefecture?” Sannomiya is definitely near the top. The area around the station, where multiple train lines converge, is packed with apparel shops, miscellaneous goods stores, bowling alleys, movie theaters, and restaurants. For high schoolers like us, just the arcade street alone offers plenty of shopping satisfaction.

The atmosphere shifts depending on the area—seaside, mountainside, or the old foreign settlement. In my mind, the trendy spots, like brand-name shops and vintage stores, are hidden deeper in the city, where only the stylish regulars venture.

The strong ones always hide in the depths.

A classic dungeon trope.

Our meeting spot is not the Hanshin Line I’m on, but the JR station. It’s close by—just one signal crossing after taking the escalator up leads directly to the JR central ticket gate.

Misaki and Hatori are already waiting near a pillar by the gate.

But they’re with three guys their age?

“I have an important matter today, so sorry!”

They’re being hit on. The guys are trying to invite them out, and Misaki is bowing apologetically while Hatori gives a cursory nod. Neither seems interested in going along.

I could’ve just left them to it.

Like a warrior who leaves behind such words, I don’t rush to their aid.

As I stand there thinking foolishly, one of the guys says, “Oh, I see… Maybe another time!” and walks away with the others toward the rotary. Their backs look dejected.

Stepping in front of Misaki and Hatori, they notice me.

Seeing them up close in their casual outfits, it’s no wonder they’re being hit on. Even the people passing by can’t help but stare.

They’re that striking.

Misaki’s outfit is particularly cute, with a fluffy top, high-cut sneakers, and a small tote bag adding a playful touch.

Hatori wears a striped shirt with cropped denim pants, her bare feet in sandals giving off a cool, mature vibe—even among their peers.

I’ll probably spend the day hearing people think, “Why is that guy with those two beauties? Die, you worthless creep!” I already want to go home.

“Himemiya-kun, you’re late.”

“I’m exactly 10 minutes early, so I’m not late.”

“Being exactly 10 minutes early is so like you.”

Hatori chuckles, and Misaki joins in, saying, “True.”

Why am I being laughed at for being punctual?

“Were those guys acquaintances?”

“Hmm? Oh, you saw that? No, we don’t know them.”

Misaki and Hatori handle these situations casually, probably used to dealing with such advances.

“Actually, Himemiya-kun, I wish you’d come to our rescue when you saw us.”

“Rejecting people takes a lot of energy…”

Hatori places a hand on her chest, as if recalling the earlier encounter. Her heart is racing, and her chest—well, let’s not go there.

Even Misaki, the epitome of a people-pleaser, isn’t the type to befriend anyone who approaches her. Getting friendly with strangers who hit on you is just… not a good look.

“Even if you say that… you guys were just about to turn it down anyway.”

“What if it was before we rejected them?”

“My bad.”

“You should’ve come to our rescue!”

Misaki sighs and snuggles up to Hatori.

“Erena, the grumpy guy in front of us probably wouldn’t save us if we were dragged away.”

“Himemiya wouldn’t help us…?”

I want to say, “Because I’m grumpy.”

But I know that would backfire.

“Don’t worry. If it looks like you’re being forced, my conscience will kick in, and I’ll do something.”

“If you think that would be enough to reassure us, you’re mistaken…”

If I said, “Believe or not, it’s up to you,” even a people-pleaser like Misaki might punch me.

※ ※ ※

Today, we’re visiting cafés that Misaki and Hatori picked out using Eatlog and Hot Pepper, discussing and narrowing down the options in our private room.

We’ll visit each café, assess the exterior, interior, taste, and atmosphere, and then reserve the one we like best.

The first café is a cute, white-themed place with box seats and counter seats adorned with spherical lampshades, giving it a whimsical feel. They’re famous for their organic vegetable sweets.

In front of us are burdock chocolate and tomato tart, and Misaki and Hatori’s faces light up.

“You two are going to gain weight before lunch.”

“I can’t resist sweets!”

“We walked from one station back, so it’s fine.”

They share each other’s sweets, clearly planning to indulge at every café we visit.

Misaki loves cooking and eating.

“I’ve been wanting to try their vegetable sweets for ages~♪“

She especially loves sweets, asking Hatori seriously, “Can I add more cream? A lot more?” Hatori nods, “Just today…”

Misaki scoops cream onto her chocolate, takes a small bite, and hums happily.

“～～～♪ So good～～～♪”

Her entire body vibrates with joy. She sways side to side, dimples appearing on her cheeks, radiating pure happiness. She expresses her delight with her whole being.

Hatori, eating the tart, is equally delighted. She tries to hide her smile by covering her mouth, but her eyes droop slightly. “Mmm…” she murmurs dreamily.

“Himemiya-kun, you can have a bite too. Just one, okay?” Misaki offers, and I take a sip of my coffee instead.

I nod, acknowledging its deliciousness.

The menu lists it as “organic coffee,” and it lives up to the name. Whether it’s truly organic or not, I can’t tell, but it’s definitely good.

If their joy comes from enjoying sweets at each café, mine comes from savoring the coffee. Including WELL, I’m on a mission to find my favorite coffee spot. Caffeine addiction? Bring it on.

As I place my cup back on the saucer,

“Ah!”

Hatori, sitting across from me, gasps, her gaze fixed on something.

She’s looking at me—or rather, my arm?

I don’t know the reason. But Hatori’s eyes were sparkling in a familiar way, and they were directed at my left arm, which was holding the cup.

Her gaze shifted from my left arm to me. Her emotions were at their peak.

“Chipukashi!”

“Huh?”

My name is Himemiya, though.

She seemed to be talking about the watch on my left wrist. Hatori leaned forward, exclaiming, “Wow…!” as she examined the watch closely. Overwhelmed by her intense gaze, I missed the chance to lower my arm, and my left wrist froze on the table. My left arm, sealed in place.

“Chipukashi?”

Misaki tilted her head, unfamiliar with the term. Hatori pressed her fists against her chest, took a deep breath, and began speaking fluidly.

“Cheap Casio, shortened to Chipukashi! There are so many varieties, and even though they’re affordable, they’re all simple and cute! They were popular a while back, but their retro and classical designs are gaining attention again. They’re trending among people in their 20s and 30s! Stylish celebrities and models love them, and they’re often featured in magazines and online. They’re especially popular among subculture-loving girls──,”

Hatori’s machine-gun chatter suddenly jammed. She seemed to snap back to reality after saying “subculture girls.”

“Umm, I mean…”

Like a rusty cannon, she slowly turned her gaze to me and Misaki, then exclaimed, “Ahh~!” as she was hit with a double punch of embarrassment and regret.

Quietly, she returned her hands to her knees and murmured,

“I mean, basically… it’s a watch that girls like me, who are into subculture, love… Sorry…”

“Erena!? You didn’t do anything wrong!”

Misaki encouraged Hatori, who was in a slump.

After providing some mental support, Misaki turned her attention back to my watch. “Let me see it,” she said, waving her hands in a “come here” gesture.

I extended my arm, and Misaki nodded, examining the watch.

“I always thought it was a cute watch, but I didn’t know it was famous. It’s definitely retro, and it suits your personality, Himemiya-kun.”

“So, you’re saying I’m old-fashioned?”

“Could it be that you’re still hung up on what I said earlier about you being a ‘tyrannical husband’…?”

Yeah, she did say something like that.

Hatori still seemed unsatisfied, leaning slightly toward Misaki as she examined the watch. Noticing this, Misaki grabbed my arm and lifted it.

“Erena, take a look too.”

“Oh, thank you…”

“Don’t treat my arm like it’s just an object.”

Hatori took my arm from Misaki and resumed her observation.

Misaki smiled at me.

“Himemiya-kun, you’re really stylish, aren’t you?”

“Huh? Me?”

“Yeah. Your simple outfits, the subtle attention to detail, and the way you choose a watch that suits you as a single accent—it’s all really impressive.”

“I agree,” Hatori nodded.

“Your cardigan looks great, not at all sloppy, and the plain V-neck T-shirt gives off a clean, neat vibe.”

“Well, the way I wear my cardigan is because of love──,”

““Love?””

The way I wear my cardigan is because of love. What kind of cheesy coupling song title is that?

Though, keeping my mouth shut was definitely the right move. Bringing up Koi-no-san’s name would only lead to questions about who she is, and that’s just too much hassle.

Explaining it would be such a pain. More than anything, I don’t want to lose my sanctuary any further.

“Never mind.”

“……Himemiya-kun, you’re just being lazy and don’t want to explain, right?”

“Yeah.”

“At least try to hide it a little…”

Living true to myself is my motto, after all.

“But don’t people around you say anything? Like, ‘You’re so stylish’──oh…”

Hatori, then me, and now Misaki seemed to realize something, her words trailing off.

“What is it?”

“Oh, sorry… Himemiya-kun, you don’t really have people around you, do you…”

“Hey… if that wasn’t directed at me, it’d be a pretty serious remark, you know?”

“Ahem. So, what did you two think of this place?”

Nice try at changing the subject.

“What about you, Himemiya-kun?”

“Well, I really liked it.”

Misaki seemed pleased that I used the word “liked.”

“What specifically did you like about it?”

“It’s a bit of a walk from the station, which makes it slightly inconvenient. But that’s what gives it a hidden gem vibe, and the fact that there are a few solo customers here and there is great.”

“Why is it that… even though you’re complimenting it, the place doesn’t feel appealing…”

I wonder why.

“What do you think, Erena?”

“The sweets and drinks were really delicious. But yeah, like Himemiya said… it is a bit far. Some people might get lost.”

While our opinions differ, the point is the same.

Yes, this place is surprisingly far from the station. The distance listed on the website feels shorter than it actually is—it’s about 1.5 times farther than expected. The reason is the slope. Sannomiya, due to its terrain, gets hillier as you head north toward the mountains, so there are many steep areas.

By the way, Kobe residents often determine north by the direction where the mountains are visible, so they tend to get lost when they leave the area. A typical Kobe resident trait.

Misaki also seemed concerned about the distance.

“Hmm… I guess you’re right. The interior is stylish and cute, and the sweets are delicious, but… maybe we’ll hold off on deciding for now.”

It can’t be helped—you have to visit the place to really know.

“Should we move on soon?”

“Yeah. But let’s take a break from cafes for a bit. If we go back-to-back, our stomachs will be sloshing.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

“True. I can’t handle back-to-back coffee either, so that’s fine.”

“Alright then. Since we’re in Sannomiya, let’s do some shopping while we relax!”

True to their high school girl nature, the two quickly started discussing where to go next.

So,

“What time should we meet up at the next place?”

““Huh?””

“I mean, the time to regroup after we do our own thing. We can meet up at the location, right?”

As I stood up, the two gave me looks like, “Is he serious…?”

“Ne, Karirin… Himemiya’s trying to go off on his own so naturally…”

“It’s amazing… He’s so used to being alone that he just says it like it’s normal…”

Their pitying looks were slightly irritating.

“Himemiya-kun! We came here as three, so let’s stick together!”

“Why? If we’re going to visit one place each as a group, it’s more efficient and meaningful to focus on the places we each want to go individually.”

I sound like an efficiency fanatic. An efficiency fanatic in life. It’s a nice ring to it.

It reminds me of middle school, when we went to an amusement park for a grade event.

I ditched the group early because it was annoying to argue about which attractions to ride and wait in line.

“I’ll just hang out at the Ferris wheel.”

““‘Huh?’””

After that, I spent the whole time alone on the Ferris wheel reading a book.

Later, I got scolded by the teacher—not a fond memory.

Efficiency enthusiasts face resistance both in games and in real life.

Trying to escape, I found myself firmly gripped by both of their arms.

If they want to stick together that badly, I’d rather they drag me into the adult section at TUSTAYA or the R-rated corner at Donki. Not that I’d be allowed in either.

“Let’s stop by a miscellaneous goods store and look for mugs and stuff for our secret base, okay?”

“I’d also love for Himemiya to teach me how to choose clothes and accessories!”

Their grip tightened, as if to say I had no choice but to agree. Their determined gazes intensified.

This isn’t just asking a favor—it’s a demand. And Misaki, stop trying to infiltrate the secret base.

That said, I couldn’t deny the appeal of their suggestions. I could use some items to make the private room more comfortable, and it wouldn’t hurt to pick up a few new outfits. Advice wouldn’t take long.

It’s actually quite reasonable. I didn’t have many specific stores in mind anyway.

“Fine, I’ll go with you.”

“Yay♪!” “Great!”

Relieved that I’d agreed to join the party, they released their grip, overjoyed. Though I doubt I’ll be much help.

“Himemiya-kun, is there anywhere you want to go?”

“A shoe store. The sneakers I’m wearing are getting old, so I want to buy new ones.”

“Then let’s start with the shoe store.”

“Following me around while I shop probably won’t be fun, though.”

“It’s fine. I’m curious to see what kind of shoes Himemiya buys.”

“Yeah, it’s fun just watching someone else shop.”

The two were still excited, but I had to rain on their parade.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you if you regret it later.”

““Huh?””

※ ※ ※

After a short break, we headed out for some light shopping and exercise.

We made our way through Sannomiya Center Street, a popular spot for high schoolers, and entered the shoe store I had in mind—a well-known chain, practically the largest in the business.

With two floors, it had a wider selection than the store near my home, but the brands and manufacturers didn’t differ much.

I headed straight to the men’s section on the second floor, where famous sports brands lined the sneaker corner. Spotting a pair on the wall display, I grabbed the box with my size from the shelf.

“I’ll go pay for this.”

“Huh? Wait, Himemiya-kun!”

Misaki, who had been following me, hurried to stop me.

“What?”

“There’s more to see, don’t you want to look around? We’ve only been here for three minutes you know?”

“I already knew what I wanted to buy.”

“But, shouldn’t you at least try them on?”

“It’s fine. My current shoes don’t feel too small.”

“I see… but still…”

“What is it?”

Misaki slowly pointed to my shoes, as if she’d spotted something that shouldn’t be in a photo.

“You’re buying the exact same shoes aren’t you…?”

Just as she said, the sneakers I was wearing and the ones I was about to buy were identical.

Same brand, color, and size. Not a unique, one-of-a-kind pair, but a mass-produced classic model.

“I’m buying them because they’re exactly the same. I’ve been wearing these Adidas white sneakers since middle school.”

“Since middle school!?”

“Yeah.”

I’ve replaced them so many times I’ve lost count.

“Buying your favorite item again is normal, but… this isn’t a 15-year-old’s way of shopping! It’s too adult!”

“What’s wrong with that? If wearing these classic sneakers makes me look foolish, I’d look just as foolish walking barefoot. It’s not the shoes being ridiculed—it’s me.”

“That’s a ridiculous victim complex! It’s not the sneakers I’m criticizing—it’s you, Himemiya-kun!”

Oh, it’s me? Well, I still won’t stand for it.

Hatori, who’d been watching our exchange, looked confused.

“Himemiya, you’re into fashion, right?”

“Not at all.”

My immediate response left both of them stunned.

“Wait, it’s not like I tricked you. I never said I was into fashion. Today, I’m wearing head-to-toe Uniqlo.”

The whole outfit cost less than 10,000 yen—very affordable.

“Really!? I never noticed!”

“You wear it so well… impressive!”

They didn’t seem to have any issues with Uniqlo. It’s funny how the people who mock Uniqlo are often the ones wearing Airism and Heattech. I’d tell them to stop making excuses and just take them off already.

“I have almost no interest in clothes, so cheap and safe is fine. Same with shoes. As long as they don’t stand out badly, like Dunlop’s casual dad sneakers or DQN’s chunky boots, it’s all good.”

As long as I’m not disliked, I don’t need to be liked.

“That’s why these white sneakers, which go with both my uniform and casual clothes, are my ultimate choice.”

“I’ve never met anyone who chooses shoes with such a conservative mindset…”

Misaki sighed, looking exasperated.

“Since you wear them every day, why not try something new? Erena, don’t you agree?”

Meanwhile, Hatori had moved closer to me, looking excited.

“I totally get Himemiya’s feelings! I always pick loafers for my school shoes too!”

Though yours are apparently expensive.

Betrayed by Hatori, Misaki muttered, “Maybe I’m the one who’s wrong…”

Misaki, you should stick to your opinion.

Even if I don’t agree.

Leaving Center Street behind, we arrived at Misaki’s recommended select shop near the Old Settlement area. The spacious store carried both men’s and women’s items, making it relatively easy for me to browse. Relatively easy, but I still prefer Uniqlo.

I checked the price tag on a displayed shirt.

“Huh. This is my first time in a store like this, but they actually have some reasonably priced clothes.”  

“Right? They have a great selection, and the prices aren’t too high, so it’s one of my favorite shops.”  

“Might as well pick up some summer clothes while I’m here.”  

It’s not like I’m stuck on Uniqlo or anything.  

Misaki smiled, then suddenly looked puzzled. “Wait… Himemiya-kun, you’re not planning to buy something similar to what you’re already wearing, are you?”  

“Of course not.”  

“Oh, good! That would be… weird!”  

“If I did that, I’d never know which one to wash.”  

“That’s your reason?”  

Can’t please everyone, I guess.  

Suddenly, Hatori grabbed my sleeve. “Hey, Himemiya, how do you usually pick out your clothes? You’re not into fashion, but you’re stylish… I’d love to know your method.”  

“I’m really curious about how Himemiya-kun chooses his clothes too!”  

The two girls looked at me expectantly, like students awaiting a lesson.  

“Alright, I’ll tell you. It’s not about being stylish, though.”  

“Really!? Thanks!” Hatori beamed, pulling out her phone, ready to take notes.  

I don’t mind sharing—it’s not like it’s a secret or anything.  

With our upcoming shopping in mind, I began my lecture on my clothing selection method.  

“My method has three steps.”  

“”Three steps?””

Without hesitation, I continued.  

“Step 1: Find a staff member.”  

I scanned the area and spotted a young woman in her early 20s folding clothes on a shelf. She had a soft voice, a stylish fringe, and a relaxed outfit—definitely a fashion pro. She’d do.  

“Step 2: Talk to the staff member.”  

“Excuse me,” I called out, and she responded with a cheerful “Yes♪!” and hurried over.  

“Step 3: Ask the staff member for help.”  

I delivered the most important line.  

“Welcome♪! How can I help you?”  

“I have no idea about fashion, so could you help me pick something out?”  

“Sure thing♪!”  

“”…””  

From here on, I just let things flow.  

Leaving the two girls standing there, I continued shopping with my reliable ally—or rather, the staff member leading the way.  

“What kind of clothes are you looking for today?”  

“A full set of summer clothes.”  

“Any preferences?”  

“Something simple and safe. Like a cooler version of what I’m wearing now.”  

“Got it—a simple, adult look♪. Anything you don’t want?”  

“Nothing too flashy.”  

“What about shorts?”  

“You mean short pants? Those are a no-go. Too avant-garde for me.”  

“Haha♪ You’re quite interesting sir!”  

We discussed budget, colors, and materials, and I headed to the fitting room to try everything on.  

When I opened the curtain, my summer outfit was complete. Simple and perfect, just as I’d asked.  

The staff member looked satisfied.  

“You’re slim, so I paired you with wider pants, and they suit you perfectly♪ They’re made of breathable linen, so you’ll stay comfortable even in summer♪”  

“They do feel cool and breathable. I’ll take this entire outfit and the striped shirt you recommended earlier.”  

“Thank you♪ Would you like to look at accessories too? I can help you pick those out as well♪”  

“No thanks, I don’t want to come off as flashy.”  

“You’re really interesting sir♪!”  

And with that, my shopping was done.  

Holding the bag of purchases, I turned to the two girls, who had been silently following me.  

“That’s my clothing selection method.”  

Misaki finally spoke up.  

“So, the reason Himemiya-kun’s stylish is because of the staff’s help?”  

“Exactly. My outfits are the result of the staff’s hard work.”  

People who study fashion magazines or how-to books are those who are interested in fashion or want to become stylish. Since I’m not interested in fashion at the moment, I don’t plan to study it. That’s why I rely on staff members.  

By the way, the watch I’m wearing—the Chipukashi Hatori mentioned—was recommended by a staff member when I asked for an affordable watch. I wear it just to tell the time, not to be stylish.  

“Staff members are fashion professionals. If you consult them, they’ll help you find clothes that suit you. It’s like having your own temporary stylist.”  

“That’s so… Himemiya-kun-like, in a practical way.”  

Misaki seemed exasperated, but Hatori reacted differently.  

“Wow, Himemiya! That’s like a cheat code!”  

Typical gamer analogy.  

Hatori nodded vigorously, taking notes like a job-hunting student at a company briefing. She seemed to find it deeply insightful.  

“I want to know the key points!”  

“Huh, Erena!?”

Misaki looked like she wanted to ask, “Are you serious!?” but I ignored her. She wouldn’t understand anyway.  

“There are two key points. First, choose the right staff member. Since you’ll be relying almost entirely on their sense of style, pick carefully. I recommend someone with good customer service and a style you admire. If you’re not confident in finding the right person, look for the manager.”  

You don’t need an eye for fashion—you need an eye for finding the right staff member or manager. That’s crucial for this method.  

“Second, have the courage to say no. The worst thing you can do is buy something you don’t like just because it’s recommended. Those are the two most important points.”  

“That’s really helpful!”  

It’s versatile. You can use this method not just for clothes, but also at hair salons or glasses shops. Just say, “Please give me a hairstyle that suits me” or “Help me pick glasses that fit my face.”  

After finishing her notes, Hatori’s eyes sparkled with determination. She looked like a warrior.  

Then, with a swift motion, she raised her hand.  

“Umm, excuse me! Could you help me find something that suits me──,” “Erena, stop──!”  

In a sudden turn of events, Misaki pulled Hatori’s arm down.  

“E-Erena! Save Himemiya’s method for a last resort! You’ll become dependent on staff members and won’t be able to shop without them!”  

“Don’t make it sound like I’m addicted to staff members.”  

In the end, Hatori and Misaki shopped together, choosing clothes for each other in a very typical high school girl way. My method isn’t the standard approach, and I wouldn’t recommend it if you want to enjoy fashion. I guess I really am dependent on staff members.  

Having already finished my shopping, I wandered around the store and found Misaki browsing accessories. In one of the fitting rooms, I spotted Hatori’s sandals, so she must be trying something on.  

“Hey, what do you think of this? Does it suit me?”  

Misaki, wearing oversized round glasses, flashed a big smile, showing her teeth.  

“It makes you look kind of silly, but in a good way.”  

“That’s not a good thing, is it!?”  

Annoyed, Misaki grabbed the same glasses and put them on me. “You look silly too!”  

Since the glasses had no prescription, I could clearly see her smiling face.  

“Haha! Himemiya-kun, you also look silly!”  

As Misaki laughed, a staff member came from the back, holding a piece of clothing. “Here you go, only one size S left.” She smiled warmly at us wearing the same glasses.  

“You two get along well~ How long have you been dating?”  

Misaki’s eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks unusually red from the unexpected question, most likely born from a misunderstanding.  

But then, as if an idea struck her, she turned to me with a smile and lightly jumped onto my arm.  

“We just started dating! Right, Haruichi?”  

“We’re classmates. Don’t act like my girlfriend.”  

“That is surely one of the harshest responses I could’ve gotten!”  

Even I thought that sounded like something a jerk would say.  

“Come on! You could’ve played along!” Misaki pouted, took the clothes from the staff member with a forced smile, and hurried into the fitting room. Just before entering, she stuck out her tongue.  

She brought this on herself for trying to trick me.  

“Huh? Where’s Karin?”  

Hatori peeked out from the fitting room curtain, looking around for Misaki.  

I approached her and said,  

“Misaki just went into the fitting room at the very end.”  

“Oh… Um, could you give me your opinion…?”  

“Me? Sure, but I’m not really the best judge.”  

“T-That’s not true…! Um… I’m opening it now okay?”  

She seemed so nervous. Even through the curtain, I could tell she was fidgeting. Slowly, she opened it.  

When the curtain was fully open, Hatori looked completely different from before.  

“What do you think…?”  

She still looked mature, but instead of neatness, the outfit had a sexy edge. No wonder—she’d changed from three-quarter-length pants to hot pants, revealing her long, slender legs.  

Hatori nervously rubbed her thighs together, unsure.  

“Is it too flashy for me…?”  

“I don’t think so. It looks great on you. You’ve got a good figure, and it suits you.”  

“Really…? Thank you…! Oh! What about this? I’ll change, so wait a moment!”  

“Okay…”

As if to hide her embarrassment, Hatori closes the curtain again and seems to hurriedly start changing into another outfit inside. I wonder what it is. It’s oddly nerve-wracking to watch a classmate change clothes through the curtain…

“S-sorry for the wait…!”

“Oh, this one’s nice too.”

“R-really!? ♪”

This time, she’s wearing a white long skirt. At first glance, it seems less revealing than before, but the fabric below the thighs is semi-transparent, giving off more of a sultry vibe than sexy. The button-up shirt, made of the same material as the skirt, highlights Hatori’s elegance.

“Which bottom do you prefer, Himemiya…?”

“Me? Hmm… The skirt feels more like you, Hatori. But if it’s about showing a new side, I’d say the hot pants from earlier.”

Hatori listens intently to my opinion. After a moment’s thought, she nods firmly.

“I… want to show more of my new side, so I’ll go with the hot pants!”

“Sounds good. I think it’ll suit you.”

“Yeah… ♪”

We have similar tastes, but it’s moments like these that remind me Hatori’s still a girl. She gets so worked up over clothes, happy one moment, worried the next.

Even now, she’s trying to contain her excitement, clenching her fists and arms so tightly against her chest that it looks like she’s crushing herself—*gyuuuuuuu*!

**‘Patsun! Patsun!’**

Huh?

I glance at the source of the strange sounds—Hatori’s fists, pressed against her chest.

Oh… wow…

Her ample chest, squeezed by her habit, pushes against the shirt, causing a Big Bang. Instead of a new universe, two buttons pop off, revealing lace underwear and a soft, undeniable cleavage. It’s incredibly soft.

Snap buttons might be the weakness of large breasts…

“Eh…? Ah…”

A beat later, Hatori realizes the buttons have come undone. Her beaming smile transforms into a flushed, mortified expression.

Then, she slowly meets my gaze,

“~~~~~! Kyaaaaaa───────!”

“…”

*Swish!* The curtain slams shut.

“Erena? What’s wrong?”

Misaki pokes her head out of her fitting room, looking concerned.

From behind Hatori’s curtain, a voice so faint it’s almost disappearing:

“Himemiya saw my chest…”

“You peeked Himemiya-kun!?”

“I didn’t peek! And you—”

“? Ah…!*

I notice Misaki, who’d stuck her head out, is also in the middle of changing. Leaning forward in excitement, her fair, elegant collarbones, bra straps, and the curve of her well-shaped chest are all peeking out. The way the curtain drapes around her only makes it more… suggestive.

Misaki’s face turns brighter red with each passing second—”Hi… hi… hi…”—like she’s hyperventilating. Far more than before.

“H-Himemiya-kun you pervertttttt───────!”

Again, swish! The curtain closes.

Why do they keep making me out to be some kind of peeping tom…?

※ ※ ※

Afterward, we continued shopping at clothing and accessory stores, and with Misaki and Hatori recharged, we resumed our search for the perfect venue. We hopped between two, three, four cafes.

Just before 4 PM, we arrived at the fifth location… or rather, this one doesn’t count.

Because it’s a family restaurant.

Why a family restaurant all of a sudden? It turns out Misaki and Hatori came here to meet someone, not because it was a candidate for the venue.

“Your fries and drinks are ready!”

A waitress, energetic and with a casual tone, brought over our mountain of fries and drinks.

It was Kurashiki.

Yes, the person they came to see was Kurashiki, who was working here. Since Kurashiki couldn’t join today’s venue search due to her shift, the two decided to drop by.

Kurashiki, in her black waitress uniform with a blue and white checkered apron, looked different from her school uniform. The “Trainee” badge on her chest sparkled brightly.

“Kurashiki, how’s work going? Getting used to it?”

“Of course! I’m the face of this restaurant, you know!”

She replied proudly, which was impressive. Given her friendly nature, it’s clear she’s fitting in well at work, even if she’s not entirely used to it yet.

Suddenly, Kurashiki’s gaze meets mine. With a mischievous grin, she lifts the corners of her mouth, swaying her school skirt in a pirara pirara motion, like it’s a game.

“Come on~ Himemiya~ It’s my waitress look you know? Say something, like you’re horny.”

“You some pervert or what?”

“Wanna take a two shot picture as remembrance?”

“This some maid cafe or what?”

“Nyahahaha! Himemiya’s comebacks are always funny!”

Kurashiki laughed, holding the tray instead of her stomach.

“So, how’s the venue search going?”

In response to Kurashiki’s question, Misaki simply groaned, “Hmm…”

“What’s up, what’s up?”

“Well, we still haven’t found that store, that store that would make us go, “This is it!”!…”

Not getting a favorable response from Misaki, Kurashiki asked, “Is that so?” to Hatori, who also gave a wry smile, looking dissatisfied.

Yes, while they’ve been able to inspect the stores smoothly, they haven’t found one that perfectly meets their conditions yet.

The reasons vary: some stores are farther from the station than expected, others don’t accept reservations from high school students only, some have smoking and non-smoking sections completely separated, making them unsuitable for private events, and some simply have mediocre food, among other issues.

Kurashiki had thought online reservations would suffice, but after visiting various stores today, they realized there are many things you can only understand by going in person.

It’s like those fabricated photos of JKs and JDs. They’re overly beautified with Purikura or Photoshop, and when you see them in person, you’re like, “Who is this?” Or like a singer’s 2D icon. They beautify their face so much that you wonder, “What happened between 2D and 3D?” Though, that’s just some cases.

My mind’s wandering too much.

After hearing the reasons from Misaki and Hatori, Kurashiki nodded in understanding, saying, “I see…”

“It’s like your ideal handsome guy not showing up easily, huh?”

“Don’t compare it to Ruri’s love life, okay…?”

“Eh, it’s the same! Anyway, we don’t have much time until the social gathering, so consider compromising a bit. I still have time, so I won’t compromise on finding a boyfriend, though!”

“That’s an unnecessary comment…”

Half exasperated but acknowledging the validity of Kurashiki’s advice, Misaki thanked her, saying, “Thanks for the advice.”

As an electronic “Ping-pong!” sound echoed through the store, a number appeared on the electronic display board mounted on the wall. A customer must have pressed the order button.

“Oh, right now I’m not just for the three of you, but for everyone, so I’ll be going soon.”

Kurashiki, still mouthing off, left with a “Good luck for now!” and returned to work.

“As always, such an energetic one,” I muttered, to which Misaki replied, “That’s what’s great about Ruri,” as she grabbed a fry. Probably craving something salty after all the sweets.

“So, what’s the plan from here?”

“I feel bad for you two, but can we check out a few more cafes?”

After finishing her chew, Misaki apologized, hands pressed together.

“Even if we compromise, I think it’s too early. I really want to hold the social gathering at a place everyone will enjoy.”

It’s such a Misaki-like reason, I thought. At the same time, it made me realize just how strongly she feels about this social gathering.

“Well, I’m technically the organizer too, so I’ll stick with you till the end.”

“Yeah, I’m totally fine too, of course.”

Misaki sincerely thanked us, saying, “Thank you!” in response to me and Hatori.

※　※　※

After that, it was a whirlwind of cafes.

“My stomach is full of chapo chapo…”

“Me too…”

Misaki and Hatori were completely exhausted. It seemed that even the “separate stomach” for sweets couldn’t handle the constant combination of sweets and drinks. Even the sweets had turned into macarons and cookies by the midpoint.

I was still drinking coffee. I’d been drinking it all day, and it was starting to feel a bit too enjoyable. Maybe I’m becoming caffeine-dependent.

It was past 6 PM, but we still hadn’t decided on a definitive place.

Misaki was clearly hesitating. She wondered if settling for something like this was really okay.

“Hey, do we really need to figure this out ourselves?”

“Huh?”

“Like I said when we were at the clothing store, why not consult a professional in this field?”

“But, we were entrusted with this task…”

“We don’t have to do everything ourselves. We can consult while presenting our conditions. We’ve just started our first year of high school, and it’s rare for us to know any good, atmosphere-rich places. Besides…”

“Besides?”

“There’s nothing wrong with relying on others, right?”

“What?! I can’t believe Himemiya-kun, who prefers being alone, would say something like that!”

“I’m surprised too.”

“But… you’re right…”

“Yeah,” Hatori nodded in agreement.

Misaki approached the staff at the store.

“Um, we’re planning a class bonding event, and—”

The staff member listened sincerely to Misaki’s explanation and conditions, then said,

“In that case, one of our sister stores might be perfect. They have a party room where you can sing karaoke and play games on a big screen. There’s also an April-only high school exclusive plan. Would you like me to check it out?”

“Really? Please do!”

And so, our goal for the day was finally achieved.

※　※　※

“It’s all because of Himemiya-kun’s advice. Thanks a lot.”

“My method of choosing clothes has been proven right.”

“That’s a completely different matter, though…”

It was just before 7 PM, and the sun had completely set. We arrived back at our original meeting spot, JR Sannomiya Station.

The recommended cafe was quite close to the station.

It seemed to have a forest concept, belonging to the resort cafe category. The spacious store spanned from basement level 1 to the 2nd floor, surrounded by trees, with one side entirely made of glass. In the bustling city, this place alone evoked a Totoro-like atmosphere.

The interior and plans were satisfactory, and the three of us immediately agreed.

“Today was fun!”

“Yeah, I enjoyed eating lots of sweets and shopping.”

“Himemiya-kun, how was it for you? Did you find group activities fun today?”

“Yeah, it’s been a while since I felt group activities were meaningful.”

“Himemiya-kun…” “Himemiya…”

My words seemed unexpected, and the two of them froze.

“Sorry to surprise you, but my variety show is about to start, so I’m heading home.”

“…”

“Oh! It’s Karin and Erena! What a coincidence!”

“It’s the Kasai group. What a surprise!”

Just as we were about to leave, Misaki and Hatori were approached by a group that looked familiar yet unfamiliar. I remembered them from soccer in gym class. So, they must be from the neighboring class.

“We’re going to karaoke. Want to come? I want to hear Karin sing!”

“Sorry, we’ve been out since morning and are exhausted. We’ll pass today!”

“Aww, you’re no fun!”

“We don’t accept challenges like that!”

I could tell from their manner of speaking and appearance. These guys are definitely at the top of the caste in the neighboring class. Someone like me, at the bottom of the caste, couldn’t call girls by their first names after less than three weeks of enrollment, let alone know the surnames of girls from neighboring classes. Their wide social circle is truly impressive.

“Where were you guys?”

“We were looking for a place for our social gathering event at the end of the month. It was tough finding a place that met all our conditions.”

“A bonding event? Seriously? We don’t have anything like that!”

“Right? Our homeroom teacher, Ama-chan-sensei, planned it. It’s a great place, so I’ll introduce it to everyone later.”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to it!”

I was reminded again how skilled Misaki is at choosing her words without hurting or offending anyone. She turned down their invitation for my sake, even though she didn’t know them well, and made sure not to offend them, using her natural brightness and smile. But, as always, being an altruist has its drawbacks in situations like this. Loving everyone means you have to balance considerations.

After parting ways with Misaki at JR Sannomiya Station and with Hatori at Hanshin Uozaki Station, I headed home.

As I swayed on the local Rokko Liner, feeling drowsy, I received a message on LINE. In the group chat we created just for today, Misaki and Hatori were still chatting, even though we had just parted ways. They’re full of energy.

It’s been a while since I’ve spent a day off in a group. It’s at a level I hadn’t experienced since middle school.

My calves are sore. Unlike the short bursts of activity during gym class, walking leisurely all day might leave me more fatigued now.

Tomorrow, Sunday, I’ll spend the day relaxing alone.

As I thought about what to do, I realized I had fallen asleep.