Valentine's Day is a battlefield of passion.
It's also a romantic day in March when cherry blossoms dance in the air.
Shopping districts across Tokyo buzz with "White Day" promotions, restaurants roll out love-themed meal deals, and even arcades and karaoke joints advertise "couples' half-price" specials. Bars and lounges host lively events, and the streets and alleys of the city hum with an amorous vibe.
But this is a young person's game.
As dusk falls and Tokyo's neon lights flicker to life, a black BMW pulls up under a cherry blossom tree outside an Aeon supermarket.
Under the envious gazes of passersby, Fuyukawa Tetsu steps out, joined by three beauties—one young, two older—chatting and laughing as they head into the store.
You've got to admit, their group draws eyes. It's Valentine's Day, after all, and a guy shopping with three stunning women on this particular day? It's hard not to get the wrong idea.
Whether picking out cabbage or fruit, the men around them keep stealing glances at Fuyukawa, their eyes practically screaming casanova. Funnily enough, Sayoko, Miyano Mitei, and Izumi Himawari are all drop-dead gorgeous. Some husbands shopping with their wives can't help but sneak a few extra looks, only to get a swift smack from their "tyrannosaur" spouses.
Fuyukawa doesn't pay much mind to the stares or the little dramas unfolding nearby. It's not about acting cool—he's just used to it.
Work keeps him too busy to shop for groceries daily, so Sayoko usually handles it, with him driving them to stock up for the week. This time, though, the crew includes Miyano Mitei, a powerhouse of a woman whose presence amps up the attention. But as the saying goes, when you're covered in lice, you stop feeling the itch.
Inside the supermarket, Fuyukawa takes it easy, scrolling through short videos on his phone while pushing the cart behind the three women. He occasionally glances at a video, sometimes at their swaying hips, and tosses snacks like potato chips into the cart. Life's pretty carefree for him, but the vibe among the women is… odd.
It's mostly Izumi Himawari, the fiery Scorpio teenager, who's got serious beef with Miyano Mitei, the commanding career woman. Funnily enough, Miyano usually ignores people she deems beneath her, but with Izumi, she makes an exception, seeming to enjoy riling her up.
A mature beauty and a spunky high schooler—the two bicker nonstop. Meanwhile, Sayoko watches with a gentle smile, her eyes crinkling as she takes it all in.
They shop, banter, and bicker, creating a strangely harmonious atmosphere.
But when they reach the fresh produce section, Sayoko and Izumi are floored by Miyano Mitei.
No big reason—Miyano, the corporate queen, turns out to be a pro at picking veggies. She's inspecting a head of cabbage like a seasoned chef. Catching the girls' stares, she snaps out of it under Fuyukawa's amused gaze, quickly tossing the cabbage back with a faint blush on her cool, elegant face. She tries to play it off with her usual commanding aura, muttering, "I was just curious, that's all."
"This woman never quits," Fuyukawa chuckles, shaking his head at Miyano's flustered ear tips turning pink.
There's a saying: "A hundred people, a hundred personalities." Everyone's character and thoughts are shaped partly by genetics, but mostly by life experiences. Even twins don't live identical lives, so no two people think exactly alike. And Miyano Mitei's personality?
"She clawed her way up from a small town, reaching this social status in ten years through sheer grit. Must've been tough," Fuyukawa muses, his eyes tracing her silhouette with a mix of admiration and… pity.
But then he's left speechless.
Maybe because she's hyper-sensitive to being "looked down on," Miyano catches his gaze. Their eyes meet, and her expression shifts to one of shy irritation.
"What was that look—hey, what are you doing?! There's people around!" she hisses.
Taking advantage of Sayoko and Izumi being distracted by lobsters, Miyano sidles up to Fuyukawa, her delicate hand pinching his waist. But before she can twist, he wraps an arm around her, pulling her close until she's on her tiptoes, pressed against his side.
"Who's doing what? You're the one who started it," Fuyukawa teases, noting her flustered eyes and the soft fists tapping his chest.
They're in the busy seafood section, though, and he notices sneaky glances from customers pretending to shop for fish. He doesn't push further, but as he lets go, he gives her plump peach a quick pinch.
"Eek—too hard!" Miyano yelps, the sensation almost spilling over.
Her lips part in a soft "ow," but with more eyes on her, she doesn't dare make a scene. Her cool, glamorous eyes shoot him a shy glare as she discreetly rubs her backside with her wrist. But Fuyukawa's not done teasing.
"Getting softer, huh? Slacking on workouts because of work?" he quips.
"You're too much!" Miyano snaps, her blush deepening with more annoyance than shyness, her cheeks puffing out. But before she can retort, she freezes.
Without warning, Fuyukawa leans in and pecks her vibrant red lips.
Thud!
Nearby vendors, mid-fish-scooping, freeze, their catches slipping back into tanks. Fuyukawa looks into Miyano's usually icy eyes, now wide with shock, and grins. "Too much? Says the one who promised, 'Oh, sell 100,000 copies, and I'll wear a maid outfit and be your housekeeper.' I still haven't seen a hint of that outfit. Tell me, Miss Miyano, you wouldn't want me showing up at your office with a maid costume, would you?"
"You—"
Feeling his increasingly bold gaze, Miyano's glamorous eyes quiver. She pouts, a rare sight, and mumbles shyly, "I got it, okay?! I've just been busy! I'm not stalling on purpose! I, Miyano Mitei, keep my word! I'll… I'll make you happy later, alright?"
"I've heard that one too many times," Fuyukawa says, shaking his head.
Miyano bites her lip. "W-well, what do you want me to do? I can't just make a maid outfit appear—"
"Call me 'Master' for starters."
His playful smirk hits her like a sledgehammer. Master?! Her fists clench, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her whole vibe screaming danger.
"Mas—"
Just as Fuyukawa sidesteps, bracing for a kick, and as Miyano's flushed face wrestles with the urge to comply, her lips parting then closing—
"Miyano-san, do you eat oysters?" Sayoko's voice cuts in.
Like a weight lifted, Miyano, her neck now red, avoids Fuyukawa's gaze. "D-don't worry! I'll keep my promise!" she blurts, fleeing to Sayoko's side to inspect oysters, her trembling legs betraying her unsteady emotions.
"She's a tough one. Guess we'll take it slow," Fuyukawa chuckles, shaking his head as he pushes the cart to catch up.
But soon, he's got a headache.
Women shopping—you know how it is.
Online shopping's convenient, but a rare trip out gets them hyped. The three women are buzzing—lobsters, abalone, geoduck, tuna for sashimi, beef and chicken for grilling—they buy a mountain of food. After loading it into the BMW's trunk and preparing to head home, they drag Fuyukawa to a nearby mall for a quick shopping spree.
Say what you will, Miyano, Sayoko, and Izumi are all pretty well-off now. Sayoko's the tamest—her otaku side loves 18+ manga and games, plus the occasional risqué lingerie (like crotchless lace), but she buys those online. Miyano, though, is obsessed with designer clothes, dragging everyone through high-end boutiques. The sales staff, seeing her decked out in luxury brands, fawn over her, but Miyano's picky. After hours, she hasn't found a single piece she loves, leaving the staff—and Fuyukawa—exasperated.
As for Izumi… she hits the mall's top floor, spots a claw machine, and can't move. She begs Fuyukawa to win her a plushie, hitting his weak spot.
No way around it—despite loving game design, Fuyukawa's half a hand-eye klutz. In King of Fighters, he can't clear a stage without infinite energy. In Sekiro, he got stuck at the village samurai with two health bars and quit. In Elden Ring, he relied on a mage build, mimic tear, and grinding red birds with meteor showers to barely beat the final boss.
Claw machines? Never won a single one.
No surprise, then, that Miyano and Izumi tease him mercilessly, tossing their haul of plushies into his arms as he glares in defeat.
"These two only team up to roast me," Fuyukawa mutters. Amid envious stares from male shoppers, he hugs a pile of plushies, but seeing Miyano and Izumi's excited faces at the claw machine, a smile tugs at his lips. Then Sayoko slips her arm through his, smiling sweetly. "Tetsu-kun, you did great today. There's a… reward tonight."
"What kind?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
Sayoko blushes, tiptoeing to whisper in his ear.
"Crotchless lace?!"
"Shh! Don't say it out loud!" Sayoko squeaks, mortified, as a nearby couple gawks at the "scandalous" words. Pouting, she huffs, "I'm done with you!" and runs off to join the claw machine crew.
"Old married couple, and she's still shy," Fuyukawa chuckles.
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The plan was to shop and head home for a party, but the mall detour delays them. It's nearly 9 p.m. by the time the BMW pulls into "Fuyukawa's House."
"Looks like you've been living together for a while," Miyano remarks, scanning the entryway after a quick bathroom break. The house is spotless, with cozy, warm decor. She raises an eyebrow at Fuyukawa with a teasing smile.
Carrying an armful of plushies, Fuyukawa smirks back. "Yup. This spot you're standing in? It sees a battle every few days."
A battle?
Miyano blinks, then glances at the entryway table—just the right height for a woman her size to bend over. Her face flushes, and she shoves his back, exasperated. "Can you have a normal conversation for once?!"
"Haha, you're the one who starts these topics," he teases, tossing the plushies onto the sofa.
Izumi, who'd just flopped onto the couch, grumbles loudly. Fuyukawa heads to the kitchen, giving Sayoko's apron-clad backside a playful smack, earning a coy squeal. He then hauls a large folding table to the backyard.
Seconds later, his voice booms from outside. "Little Fluff! Stop playing dead and grab some chairs! Or I'm not covering for you at school next time!"
"Ugh, fine, you old perv!" Izumi whines but scurries to help.
Watching this warm, lively scene, a flicker of longing crosses Miyano's eyes, her lips curving slightly. But soon, a sense of detachment hits—this热闹 belongs to them, not me. Her smile falters, her heart gripped by an invisible hand.
"Still standing there? Go help Sayoko cook—she can't do it alone," Fuyukawa calls from the yard, his tone impatient but clearly not treating her as an outsider.
Miyano's eyes spark, and after a moment, her smile returns, softer and more at ease. "Got it! Some guy, bossing me around!" she retorts playfully, hanging his suit jacket on the rack, rolling up her sleeves, and joining Sayoko in the kitchen.
With so many hands, cooking goes fast. They start prepping at 9 p.m., and by 10, a lavish feast fills the backyard table.
Steaks and oysters sizzle on the grill, a spicy hotpot bubbles away, and a seafood soup with lobster, crab, and abalone simmers nearby. Sashimi, tomato-egg stir-fry, mapo tofu, sushi, and edamame round out the spread.
A true feast. For Japanese office workers, beer's a must, and Fuyukawa soon hauls out several cases.
Under a starry sky with a gentle breeze, the four sit in the backyard, sipping drinks, eating, and chatting. The mood's electric. When Fuyukawa, who'd claimed he "didn't prepare gifts," pulls out a jade pendant and places it around Sayoko's neck—her misty eyes wide with surprise—the party hits its peak.
Fuyukawa's not big on sweet talk or spontaneous gifts, so this carefully chosen present, combined with the alcohol, sends Sayoko over the moon. She climbs onto his lap, kissing him passionately. As he wraps his arms around her, returning the kiss without a care for onlookers, Izumi and Miyano exchange an awkward glance and chug their beers in silence.
The kiss doesn't last long, nor does the awkward pause. As Sayoko's practically combusting with emotion, fireworks burst in the distance, reigniting the group's excitement. Sayoko, now a bit sober, slides off Fuyukawa, giggling as she clinks glasses with the others.
Then things get funnier. Izumi's a lightweight, and after a few drinks, she's out of it—face flushed, eyes glazed, clinging to Miyano's neck, ranting about how "Little Fluff, with Scorpio pride, will never let that guy steal Tetsu-kun!" The scene nearly has Fuyukawa in stitches, with Sayoko snickering against him. Miyano, tipsy but holding her liquor better, surrounded by empty cans, stays relaxed. Her white shirt's unbuttoned a bit, revealing a sweaty neck and a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. Eating oysters, she listens to Izumi's drunken tirade, even playfully offering tips on how to "deal with Miyano Mitei."
That does it. Izumi, completely plastered, buys into the silly advice, nearly pulling a Romance of the Three Kingdoms move and swearing sisterhood with Miyano. Fuyukawa and Sayoko are doubled over laughing.
"I'm done! Gotta hit the bathroom," Fuyukawa gasps, heading inside.
But before he can flick on the light, a soft figure presses against him in the dark. Through the dimness, he sees Sayoko's melting, dreamy eyes.
Alcohol and silence amplify their heartbeats. Soon, Sayoko wraps her arms around his neck, legs hooking around his waist.
"Kiss me~"
"The door's still open—"
"Sayoko's wearing crotchless lace."
"!"
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