The Next Day
Hakugyokurou – Guest Room (Riku's Room)
June 13, 2021 – Sunday – 5:30 A.M.
Riku's POV
The faint glow of dawn filtered through the sliding paper doors, brushing the room in pale silver. My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was the clock resting on the bedside table—5:30 A.M.
So early.
We'd only been at Hakugyokurou for a day, but everything had already changed. My engagement to Rinko and Miyu was now official. It still felt strange to even think about it—like trying to grasp mist. The ceremony had gone smoother than I expected, and Yuyuko-san had insisted we all stay the night here.
For once, I didn't argue.
I exhaled softly, then pushed myself upright. The sheets gave off that clean, faintly sweet scent unique to Hakugyokurou—like flowers that never wilted. My muscles ached faintly from the previous day's tension, so I stretched until my back gave a satisfying pop. After that, I tidied the bed, brushed my hair back, and changed from my sleepwear into my usual clothes.
I reached for my duffel bag, half-expecting to grab my training gear before a realization hit me.
"Oh, right. The Hakugyokurou doesn't have any gyms…"
The words slipped out before I could stop them, a wry smile tugging at my lips.
"Guess I'll just have to do some walking for today."
So I left my room, the faint creak of the wooden floorboards following me as I stepped out into the corridor. The mansion was silent except for the distant, sleepy rustle of spirits beginning their day. I moved past the veranda, down the long stretch of steps leading toward the Saigyouji Garden.
A few minutes later…
Saigyouji Garden
Mist rolled across the wide field of cherry trees, soft and pale like drifting silk. The Saigyouji Garden was vast—far larger than any mortal estate could boast—and the morning air carried that strange mix of chill and serenity found only in the Netherworld. I walked the path in slow rhythm, breathing in deeply.
It was peaceful here. Maybe too peaceful.
But peace always had a way of giving my mind room to wander, and as the faint pink of dawn began to spread over the horizon, my thoughts drifted back—to what happened while I slept.
Flashback – Riku's Mindscape
3rd POV
The world within Riku's consciousness was calm as ever—a wide plain of clouds lit by a soft amber sky. A simple wooden table stood at its center, surrounded by floating petals and the gentle hum of magic.
Riku sat on one side, munching on snacks that looked suspiciously like the kind Yuyuko-san loved. Across from him sat Iku, graceful as always, her long violet hair cascading down her shoulders as she sipped her tea.
Meanwhile, a few feet away, Tenshi was sprawled across a pile of cushions, dead asleep, a comically large snot bubble swelling and shrinking from her nose.
"So," Riku began, setting his cup down, "why did you call me here?"
Iku tilted her head slightly, her crimson eyes gleaming with amusement.
"First things first," she said with a faint smile. "Congratulations on your engagement."
"You saw everything, didn't you? Even the plan Okina-sama made with my mother?"
She didn't answer right away—just took another delicate sip of tea before nodding.
"I reviewed the entire arrangement. The procedures are flawless, the laws sound. With the Celestial Family's involvement, no one will be able to exploit the new decree once it takes effect." She set her cup down and looked up. "So… how does it feel? Being engaged to two women at once?"
Riku leaned back, folding his arms.
"Honestly? I'm still processing it. It's the first time I've been in anything like this."
"You had the chance to refuse," Iku said lightly. "But you didn't. Why?"
He didn't hesitate.
"Because I couldn't bear to see either of them cry. Rinko and Miyu… they're both too kind, too genuine for me to hurt one over the other." He exhaled, rubbing his temples. "If Okina-sama hadn't made that plan years ago, I would've asked for their hands myself. No—scratch that. I would've used my Pledge to do it."
That made Iku's gaze sharpen. The faint, teasing smile vanished.
"You realize what you're saying, don't you?" she said quietly. "A Pledge isn't something to throw around lightly."
The air around them shifted, becoming heavier. Even Tenshi's snot bubble froze mid-bob as Iku's voice grew colder.
The Pledge—a sacred vow among the Celestial Families. Once invoked, it bound the user to fulfill it, no matter the cost. Breaking it was death. There were no second chances. It was the kind of power you only used once in a lifetime, and very few ever dared to.
"I know," Riku said, his tone steady. "That's why I'm grateful I didn't have to. Guess I owe Okina-sama and Mother more than I thought."
Iku leaned back slightly, her gaze softening again.
"Then you can consider yourself fortunate. Still, that's not why I called you."
She gestured toward the sleeping girl in the corner.
"It's about her."
Riku turned, following her finger to Tenshi. Her expression, even in sleep, was peaceful. A faint glow surrounded her body, a trace of divine energy pulsing in rhythm with her breathing.
"What about her?" he asked.
"Tenshi's recovery is accelerating. Ever since you visited Eientei, her energy levels have been steadily climbing. But after spending a full day here in Hakugyokurou, her condition has improved dramatically."
Riku frowned.
"That much? Just from me being here?"
"It seems so," Iku replied. "The energy around you resonates with her. My estimates place her awakening around mid-August."
That drew a low whistle from him.
"That's… fast. Last time, it took years before she reappeared."
"Yes, because you were away for most of it," Iku said pointedly.
He gave a dry chuckle. "Right. Overseas work tends to slow things down."
"Still," she continued, her voice firm now, "let me be clear—once Tenshi wakes up, you will not repeat what you did before. Manifesting a soul without proper preparation is reckless, Riku. You're fortunate you didn't cause lasting harm to her essence."
"Yeah, I figured you'd bring that up." His gaze softened. "But… what about Aichi? He's been waiting for answers. How do we explain Tenshi's situation to him?"
Iku's lips curved into a knowing smirk.
"That, my dear Riku, is for you to figure out."
Her tone carried that familiar, maddening calm of someone who knew more than she'd say.
"You always do that," Riku muttered, though there was no real irritation in his voice. "Drop cryptic advice and leave me to clean up the mess."
"Consider it a learning experience."
She poured herself another cup of tea, the soft clink of porcelain echoing faintly through the mindscape.
"After all, growth doesn't come from being told the answers."
End of Flashback
The morning mist had thinned, replaced by faint threads of sunlight seeping through the pale petals overhead. I'd been walking for a while—long enough for my thoughts to start looping back to what Iku said last night.
Find a way to reveal Tenshi without exposing her soul to the outside world.
Simple words, but the meaning behind them weighed heavily. Every possibility I considered either felt reckless or dangerous. My mind was so deep in thought that I didn't realize where my feet had taken me until I looked up.
Before me stood the Saigyou Ayakashi.
A massive cherry blossom tree whose branches stretched impossibly wide, its blossoms faintly shimmering with a strange, otherworldly light. A quiet hum pulsed from within it—a kind of spiritual vibration that brushed against my skin like static.
"This is the first time I've been this close to this tree," I murmured under my breath. "Yuyuko-san did warn everyone not to approach…"
"And for good reason~"
The familiar sing-song voice floated from behind.
I turned around to see Yuyuko-san, drifting toward me with that same serene grace she always carried. Her pale pink hair caught the light like silk thread, and in her hands, she held a small woven basket filled with fresh flowers.
"Now, do tell me, Riku-kun," she said lightly, her tone warm but watchful. "Why are you here, near the Saigyou Ayakashi?"
"Yuyuko-san…" I straightened a little. "I know you said no one should come close, but—"
Before I could finish, she reached out and rested a hand on my shoulder. Her expression was calm, almost maternal.
"It's alright," she said softly. "I know you've been thinking about many things lately. Sometimes, our thoughts lead our feet before we realize it. What's done is done. But since you're already here…"
She paused, her eyes drifting toward the ancient tree.
"I think you deserve to know why I tell everyone to stay away."
Curiosity mingled with unease in my chest. I nodded silently, and together we walked toward the base of the tree. The closer we got, the heavier the air felt—thick with spiritual pressure, ancient and mournful.
Then I saw it.
A tombstone, half-sunken into the roots of the Saigyou Ayakashi, its surface weathered but still legible. Yuyuko knelt gracefully before it, setting the basket of flowers at its base.
"Yuyuko-san…" I began, but the words felt caught in my throat.
She didn't answer immediately. Her eyes lingered on the gravestone as she brushed away a few stray petals.
"This," she said quietly, "is the reason I forbid anyone from approaching."
I hesitated, the gravity in her voice pulling me closer.
"I hope I'm not being rude, but…" I swallowed. "Who's buried here?"
Yuyuko moved aside slightly, giving me a clearer view of the inscription. The writing was ancient—Kanbun-style Japanese, the kind used centuries ago—but I could still read it. I leaned forward, tracing the carved lines with my eyes.
Saigyouji Yuyuko
1225–1258
The breath caught in my chest.
"Yuyuko-san… beneath the Saigyou Ayakashi…"
"Yes," she said with a faint smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Buried under this tree lies my real body."
I stared at her, struggling to process the words.
"But… that means…"
"According to Yukari," she continued, her voice soft but steady, "I took my own life."
I flinched at the bluntness of it. For a long moment, I couldn't say anything. The woman standing before me—always cheerful, always full of life—had once chosen death.
"Then the you right now…"
"A True Ghost," she confirmed. "Not merely a lingering spirit or a shade. My soul is bound to this world. My body beneath this tree serves as a seal."
"A seal?" I repeated. "For what?"
She turned toward the massive trunk of the Saigyou Ayakashi, her gaze distant.
"This tree isn't an ordinary sakura, Riku-kun. It's a youkai tree—a being that feeds on the life of those who approach it. Its allure draws humans and spirits alike, and as they near, their vitality is slowly drained until they fall. The Saigyou Ayakashi thrives on that energy, using it to keep its blossoms alive."
Her tone darkened slightly.
"If left unchecked, the tree's power could spread far beyond Hakugyokurou—perhaps even over the mortal world itself."
A chill ran down my spine.
"So your body acts as a limiter," I realized aloud.
"Exactly. Yukari told me that my remains bind the tree, restricting its ability to feed freely. But such a seal has a cost."
"A downside?"
"Yes," she said, nodding. "It takes a vast amount of energy to keep the Saigyou Ayakashi restrained. My ghostly form and my buried body are linked. Any excess energy I take in… flows directly into the seal."
It clicked in my mind instantly.
"Then all this time… all that food you've been eating—"
She smiled faintly. "—hasn't been just gluttony. It's been necessary."
The realization hit harder than I expected. Her seemingly bottomless appetite, often played off as a quirk, was a constant act of maintenance. She'd been quietly sustaining the barrier for centuries—alone.
"You've been carrying this burden all these years," I said quietly.
"Yes." Her tone was simple, almost serene. "It's become second nature."
"Who else knows about this?"
"Aside from you, only Yukari, Kasen, and Youmu," she answered.
"Youmu knows too?"
"I told her on her fifteenth birthday. She's lived here long enough—and served me long enough—to deserve the truth."
I nodded slowly.
"I see…"
Yuyuko's gaze softened as she looked at the grave again.
"Your mother knows as well."
I blinked. "Mother… knew?"
"Of course," Yuyuko said with a small laugh. "When Miku-chan asked me to be your godmother, I told her everything. I was terrified she'd reject me, that she'd see me as a cursed soul. But instead, she smiled. She accepted me without hesitation."
Her expression gentled further, a quiet fondness lighting her features.
"Aside from Yukari, Miku-chan has always felt like a sister to me."
My chest tightened at that. To think my mother had known all this time, and never once let it slip.
"Yuyuko-san," I said softly. "About the punishment I gave you before… I take it back. If I'd known what you were dealing with, I—"
Before I could finish, Yuyuko moved closer and gently grabbed my wrist. Then, without warning, she pulled me into an embrace.
Her arms were cool but comforting, carrying that faint scent of sakura petals that always seemed to follow her.
"It's alright, Riku-kun," she said quietly, resting her chin on my shoulder. "I deserved that punishment. I made mistakes, and I accepted them. But don't pity me."
She leaned back slightly, her eyes kind but firm.
"I'm not angry at you. I could never be. You're my godson… and in my heart, you're as dear to me as my own child."
I couldn't find words. So I didn't try. I just returned the hug, feeling the faint, steady pulse of energy from her spirit. She reached up and gently patted my head, like a mother reassuring a child after a nightmare.
For a moment, the silence said everything.
Eventually, she pulled away, her usual smile returning—lighter this time, more real.
"Riku-kun," she said softly, "keep what I told you to yourself, alright?"
"You don't have to worry," I replied. "This stays between us."
"Good." She exhaled, a faint mist of spiritual light leaving her lips. "The fewer people who know, the safer everyone will be."
I nodded. "Understood."
A breeze passed through the garden, carrying a flurry of petals around us. They shimmered faintly in the sunlight, like memories scattering into the wind.
Yuyuko stood there for a while, looking up at the Saigyou Ayakashi with quiet reverence.
"Strange, isn't it?" she murmured. "A tree of death that blooms so beautifully. Maybe that's why I can't bring myself to hate it."
I followed her gaze. The blossoms swayed gently above the tomb, bright and alive—fed by centuries of loss, yet still breathtakingly serene.
"It's beautiful," I said. "But it's also… lonely."
"Perhaps." She smiled faintly. "But loneliness isn't always sorrow, Riku-kun. Sometimes, it's simply the price of peace."
Her words lingered as we turned away from the grave.
The garden path stretched before us, dappled in soft morning light. The air had grown warmer, and the faint aroma of breakfast being prepared drifted faintly from the mansion.
"We should return," Yuyuko said finally, brushing the petals from her sleeves. "Breakfast should be ready soon."
"Hm."
I gave a quiet hum and followed her back along the path.
As we walked, I glanced back once more at the Saigyou Ayakashi—the great tree standing silent among the mist. Knowing the truth behind its beauty gave it a weight I hadn't noticed before.
Some secrets weren't meant to be buried forever.
But some deserved to stay hidden, for the sake of those who carried them.
And this one… I would carry with me, quietly.
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Hakugyokurou – Dining Room
6:45 A.M.
Youmu's POV
The soft fragrance of freshly brewed tea filled the dining room as I moved between the long tables, carefully arranging plates and tableware. Every surface gleamed under the morning light seeping through the sliding doors. The staff and I had already set out most of the dishes, and now we were finalizing the last few details before Yuyuko-sama and the guests arrived.
I adjusted the angle of a teacup by a single inch. Perfection mattered here—it always had.
"Have you seen Yuyuko-sama?" I asked the nearest worker while straightening the tablecloth.
"Last time I saw her, she went toward the Saigyou Ayakashi," the first worker replied.
"She should be back around now," another added. "Youmu-sama, we can handle the rest. Please, go and find Yuyuko-sama."
I hesitated only for a heartbeat before giving a firm nod. "Then I'll leave it to you. And make sure there are extra portions prepared for Yuyuko-sama."
"Hai!" they chorused in unison.
With that assurance, I turned and made my way down the polished corridor. The morning air was crisp as I stepped into the garden, the pale mists of Hakugyokurou curling around the blooming cherry petals. That serene silence—broken only by the wind through the branches—was shattered by a familiar, cheerful voice.
There, beneath the Saigyou Ayakashi, was Yuyuko-sama… talking animatedly with Riku-kun.
"Yuyuko-sama! Riku-kun!" I called out, quickening my pace.
Both turned to look my way. Yuyuko-sama's face brightened immediately, and before I could even prepare myself, she was already floating toward me with her usual playful grace.
"Youmu~!"
Before I could respond, she wrapped her arms around me, pressing her soft cheek against mine with the strength of a child clinging to their favorite toy.
"Y-Yuyuko-sama?!" My voice cracked from surprise as I tried to wriggle free without appearing disrespectful.
Riku sighed, an exasperated smile forming on his lips. "Yuyuko-san. Don't you see that Youmu's not exactly enjoying this?"
"Oh, come now, Riku-kun~" Yuyuko cooed. "I can tell she likes it. You should join us! Wouldn't that be fun~?"
"E-Eh?!" I froze, heat flooding my face as my mind betrayed me with an image of Riku-kun joining the embrace—his cheek brushing against mine.
I nearly dropped my sword from the sheer absurdity of it.
Riku shook his head. "No thank you. And you'd better stop now, Yuyuko-san, or there'll be no breakfast for you."
That single threat worked like magic. Yuyuko-sama immediately released me, floating backward with a mock pout.
"Honestly, Riku-kun, you're no fun sometimes~"
Ignoring her playful tone, Riku turned to me, his expression softening. "You good?"
"I'm fine," I said quickly, brushing down my sleeves to hide the lingering redness on my face. "But… thank you for your concern, Riku-kun."
He nodded once, satisfied. "So, what brings you to the garden? Yuyuko-san mentioned you were in the middle of breakfast prep."
"I was. But the workers insisted I let them finish. I came to find Yuyuko-sama and to inform both of you that breakfast will begin shortly. The other guests are already awake."
Yuyuko clasped her hands together, her mood instantly lifting again. "Excellent~! Then shall we head inside? I'm absolutely starving."
Me and Riku exchanged a look—half amusement, half resignation—and both nodded. Together, the three of us made our way back toward the mansion, the faint jingling of Yuyuko's ornaments marking each step through the mist.
Hakugyokurou – Balcony
7:30 A.M.
3rd POV
By the time Yuyuko, Riku, and Youmu entered the dining room, the atmosphere was lively. Everyone had already gathered, the morning chatter blending with the faint clinking of plates. Yukina looked barely awake, leaning her head against Lisa's shoulder, while Mafuyu sat quietly with a cup of tea, her sleepy eyes betraying that she had likely been up late the night before.
The meal itself was arranged buffet-style, reminiscent of the breakfast Riku and Rinko once shared at the Totsuki Resort. Steaming bowls of rice, grilled fish, miso soup, pickled vegetables, tamagoyaki, and freshly baked bread lined the tables. Each dish shimmered under the morning light—an artful balance between Japanese elegance and Western comfort.
And naturally, there was an extra section of the buffet that belonged solely to Yuyuko.
Her plate piled high within minutes.
As the group ate, light conversation filled the room. Lisa teased Yukina about still looking half-asleep, while Rinko quietly offered to get her friend some coffee. Yuyuko hummed happily through each bite, oblivious to the gentle scolding Youmu gave her about portion control. Riku, meanwhile, ate calmly, quietly amused by the lively scene around him.
Once everyone had finished, the group drifted toward the balcony that overlooked the vast expanse of Hakugyokurou's gardens. The mists were lifting now, revealing the delicate architecture and soft colors of the ethereal realm. Today would be a calm day—or so they hoped.
But before Riku could step out to join the girls, a familiar voice called to him from behind.
"Riku," Kyoya said, his tone measured but kind. "Can you come here for a moment?"
Riku turned, wiping his hands on a napkin before approaching his grandfather. "What is it?"
Kyoya folded his arms, his usual composed expression in place. "Yesterday, after you and the girls left, we adults discussed the moving process for Rinko and Miyu's belongings. It will begin today. I've called Yuugi and her crew to handle it."
Riku nodded. "So how long will it take?"
"They should be finished before dinner time," Kyoya replied. "You can spend the rest of the day as you wish. As for Mafuyu and me, we'll be returning to the estate soon."
"What about Rinko and Miyu's parents?" Riku asked.
"They've already left," Kyoya said simply. "They said their goodbyes this morning."
There was a faint pause—neither heavy nor light—just the quiet understanding of change settling in. Then Kyoya's tone softened. "Now, go on. The girls are waiting for you."
Kyoya turned to leave, his footsteps steady. But Riku's voice stopped him.
"Before you go, I wanted to ask something."
Kyoya looked over his shoulder. "Go on."
"The hole in the middle of Tokyo yesterday," Riku said. "What's the situation there?"
Kyoya's expression shifted ever so slightly—serious, but not alarmed. "We had the Hinanawi handle it. According to Genji's latest report, there were no casualties. But Marisa and Patchouli are still investigating the magical residue. Whatever caused that crater wasn't ordinary spellwork. It'll take time before we understand the nature of it."
"I see…" Riku's gaze lowered for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he exhaled and nodded. "Thanks. I'll see you back at the estate later."
Kyoya returned the nod. "Stay safe."
And with that, the older man walked away, disappearing down the hall as quietly as he had come.
Riku stood there for a moment longer, the weight of the conversation lingering like the faint scent of incense. Then he turned toward the balcony, where laughter echoed through the open doors.
Beyond the railing, the morning light stretched across the white gardens, brushing the mists aside. For now, it was peaceful.
The soft breeze that drifted through the balcony carried the scent of blooming cherry petals, their gentle descent catching the sunlight like falling stars. Beyond the railing stretched Hakugyokurou's vast gardens—endless fields of white and pink drifting under the quiet morning haze. Riku leaned against the wooden frame, arms crossed, as the girls from Roselia and Lyrical Lily gathered around the outdoor table. The calm hum of conversation filled the air, a rare lull after the chaos of the previous days.
Riku looked around at the group and asked with his usual composed tone, "Any plans for today?"
Sayo was the first to answer, adjusting her glasses slightly. "We plan to use this day as a rest day. Minato-san's voice only just recovered recently. We can't afford to risk her straining it again."
Yukina sighed softly, her expression unreadable but calm. "Unfortunately… yes. But perhaps it's for the best. I can use this time to think of a new song."
Riku gave a faint nod, approving of the idea. "Hm. That might be good. What about you three?" He turned his gaze toward Lisa, Ako, and Rinko.
Lisa stretched her arms above her head, her usual relaxed smile returning. "Well, Youmu told me she's got some cookie recipes she wanted to share. So, looks like I'll be in the kitchen today."
"That sounds about right for you," Riku said with a small grin.
Ako raised her hand eagerly, nearly bouncing in her seat. "Rin-Rin and I are gonna play NFO all day! Yuyuko-san said they have a few computers here we can use anytime!"
"So you two are on the grind, huh?" Riku asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Rinko smiled shyly beside her. "I'm just helping Ako-chan reach level 100 faster. She's only a few levels away."
From the corner, Miyu blinked curiously. "Rinko-san plays NFO as well?"
The others turned toward her in surprise—few expected the quiet Miyu to mention a game, let alone that one.
Riku tilted his head. "You play NFO too, Miyu?"
"Mm-hm." She nodded modestly. "I started a year and a half ago. Though I'm still mid-level right now."
Riku leaned forward slightly, intrigued. "I see. What's your current class and level?"
Miyu looked up innocently. "Level seventy-one. My class is Saint."
That answer hit like a thunderclap. Riku, Ako, and Rinko all froze, eyes wide as saucers.
Lisa frowned at their stunned expressions. "Oi… you three okay?"
Riku blinked a few times before exhaling a soft laugh. "We're fine, Lisa. Just… surprised. Didn't expect Miyu to be that lucky."
Sayo crossed her arms. "Is 'Saint' that rare of a class?"
Rinko immediately shook her head. "It's not just rare, Sayo-san. It's the rarest—and strongest—healing class in the entire game. Saints can outclass even the top-tier healers like Imai-san's class."
Ako nodded rapidly, eyes sparkling. "And they've got this unique passive called [Angel's Will]! It boosts all healing skills by sixty percent and extends ally buffs by half again! It's insane!"
Lisa let out a low whistle. "Wow… so Miyu-chan's basically got the golden ticket, huh?"
Riku chuckled. "Pretty much. I didn't expect that from you, Miyu."
Miyu tilted her head, a little embarrassed at the attention. "I… didn't know it was that big of a deal."
"Trust me, it is," Ako said with mock seriousness. "People would kill for that class."
The table erupted in laughter, breaking the momentary awe.
Riku then turned his attention toward the three members of Lyrical Lily who'd been quietly observing. "What about you three? You play NFO too?"
Haruna shook her head immediately. "Sorry, not really into video games. I prefer… well, more classical things."
Kurumi smiled wryly. "RPGs aren't my style either. I'm more of an FPS girl."
"Same with me, nano!" Miiko chirped, punching the air. "I like games where you blast zombies with guns!"
Riku chuckled softly. "Fair enough. We've all got our own preferences. No judgment there. You do what makes you happy."
He was about to continue when a sharp, familiar sound split the air.
Squawk!
All heads turned upward as a large shadow crossed the balcony. A majestic hawk descended swiftly from the morning sky, wings outstretched, before landing neatly on the table right in front of Riku. The creature's golden eyes gleamed with intelligence, a rolled letter fastened securely to its back.
"Ankh," Riku murmured, recognizing the bird instantly.
He untied the small tube from the hawk's harness and removed the letter. "Got it. You go on ahead. Happy hunting."
The hawk tilted its head as if understanding, gave a sharp cry, then launched itself back into the air—its feathers scattering faint trails of white light as it disappeared beyond the clouds.
The girls watched in awe.
Yukina was the first to speak. "Riku-san… what was that?"
Riku folded the letter neatly in his hand before answering. "Right, you've never met him. That was Ankh—the Nagae family's messenger hawk."
Sayo blinked. "A messenger hawk? In this day and age?"
Rinko nodded, recalling a story. "Kokoro-chan told me that the Celestial Families still use trained hawks for secure communication—to prevent digital leaks."
Haruna adjusted her hat slightly. "Makes sense. These days, everything online can be hacked or intercepted. A physical messenger's safer."
Miiko's curiosity peaked. "But how did you get that hawk, nano?"
Riku smiled faintly. "Those hawks are trained by the Ibaraki Family. Once they're smart enough to understand human speech, they're assigned to each household in the. I got to name mine, so I called him Ankh."
Kurumi arched a brow. "Why 'Ankh' though?"
The corner of Riku's lips curved upward. "Do any of you watch tokusatsu shows?"
Ako's hand shot up instantly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Riku-nii! You mean… like Kamen Rider?! Wait—don't tell me your hawk's named after Ankh from Kamen Rider OOO!?"
Yukina blinked, confused. "Kamen…?"
Sayo leaned closer to her. "Rider?"
Rinko smiled, taking it upon herself to explain. "It's a live-action show Ako-chan watches every Sunday. About masked heroes fighting to protect humanity."
"Pretty much," Riku said, amused by their reactions. "And yes, Ako's right. I named the hawk after that Ankh—from Kamen Rider OOO."
Haruna let out a small laugh. "I didn't expect you of all people to be into those shows, Riku-san."
Riku shrugged lightly. "Kamen Rider isn't just for kids, Haruna. It's for anyone who can appreciate a good story and a hero's journey. I've been watching it since I was little. Even when I was with OG, I still kept up with the series."
Lisa smiled, tapping her chin. "That actually fits you. Cool-headed type who still likes some old-school heroism."
He chuckled under his breath. "Maybe so." Then he glanced at the unopened letter in his hand. "Anyway, enough about that. Let's see what Ankh brought."
The group fell quiet as he carefully unrolled the parchment. The seal was unmistakable—deep crimson wax pressed with the Moriya crest. Riku's eyes narrowed slightly as he read through the contents, scanning each line in silence.
Riku unfolded the envelope, eyes quietly scanning its contents. A flicker of recognition crossed his face, followed by a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"So, it's that time again, huh?" he murmured to himself.
Sayo tilted her head, sensing something behind that calm expression. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing at all," Riku replied, folding the letter with care. "What Ankh brought me is… an invitation."
Kurumi blinked. "An invitation?"
"Yeah." Riku's tone carried an almost nostalgic warmth. "A party—next Friday. Hosted by the Moriya Shrine."
Haruna's brow furrowed as she tried to recall the name. "Moriya… I think I've heard of that place. Some people go there to pray, right? And when they leave, they claim miracles happened to them."
Riku nodded lightly. "You're not wrong. The Moriya shrine maiden is said to have the power to create miracles."
That caught Rinko's attention. "Wait, power? Does that mean the shrine maiden is a youkai?"
Riku gave a short laugh. "Nope. She's a demigod."
The room went still. The girls froze mid-breath, staring at him as if he'd just casually mentioned meeting a deity for coffee.
Ako broke the silence with a sparkle in her eyes. "A demigod? That's so cool!"
Sayo exhaled, a touch of disbelief in her tone. "I expected you to say she was human, but… a demigod…"
Riku shrugged with a knowing look. "The Moriya shrine maiden descends from a god. So, technically, she's both."
Lisa leaned back in her chair, eyes wide. "Wow… So, what are you going to do with the invite?"
"I'll accept it," Riku said without hesitation. "If Suwako-sama and Kanako-sama sent this to me, it means the other major families have already received theirs."
Miiko blinked. "Riku-san, who are Suwako-sama and Kanako-sama?"
Riku smiled softly. "They're the goddesses of the Moriya Shrine. Suwako-sama is the goddess of earth, and Kanako-sama, the goddess of wind."
The words sank in like ripples spreading through still water. Roselia and Lyrical Lily—minus Miyu—could only echo in unison, "Goddesses?!"
Riku chuckled, resting his hands in his pockets. "Yup. They live among us—quietly, but always watching."
The sheer idea of divine beings existing so near made everyone's thoughts spiral. For most of them, gods were concepts tied to faith, not neighbors you could actually send invitations to.
Before anyone could ask another question, Riku rose from his seat, the faintest glint of purpose in his eyes.
"Since Suwako-sama and Kanako-sama went through the trouble of sending this," he said, "I think I know what I need to do today."
Rinko's curiosity perked. "You're planning something?"
"Yeah. I'm heading to Yokohama. There's something I need to buy—something that can only be found there. Authentic, no knockoffs."
Ako leaned forward. "Yokohama? That's pretty far. What are you buying?"
Riku simply smiled. "You'll see when the time comes."
Rinko pouted faintly, lowering her eyes. "I was actually going to ask if you'd play NFO with me and Ako today… maybe invite Miyu-chan if she's free." She sighed. "Guess that's off the table now."
Lisa, who'd been lounging nearby, noticed her friend's disappointment. The corners of her lips curved into a sly grin—mischief brewing behind her calm composure.
"Well then," she said, voice laced with amusement, "why don't you go with him to Yokohama? You could treat it as a date."
Her words hit the room like a sudden explosion.
"Eh?" Riku blinked.
"Eh?" Yukina's expression barely faltered, though her eyes gave her away.
"Eh?" Ako gasped dramatically.
"Eh?" Sayo echoed, equally stunned.
And finally, Rinko—face flushing bright red—stammered, "E-eh?! EHHHHHHHHHHHH?!"
Roselia and Riku stared at Lisa as if she had just announced the end of the world—or maybe the start of one.
Sayo cleared her throat, somehow managing to sound composed despite the rising laughter. "Imai-san… does have a point. You are engaged now, after all. You could use this as a chance to spend time together."
Ako, ever the energetic one, jumped in with both hands raised. "Sayo-san's right! You and Riku-nii should totally go on a date! Don't worry about NFO, we'll manage!"
Rinko froze, torn between flustered panic and the quiet flutter in her chest. Her eyes darted to Yukina, searching for any kind of rescue or approval.
Yukina met her gaze with a small, knowing smile—the kind only a friend who'd seen through her heart could give. "You should go," she said softly. "You've been waiting for a moment like this, haven't you? It's our day off—make the most of it."
Rinko hesitated, her fingers curling nervously around her skirt. Then, with a shy breath, she nodded. "Yukina-san… everyone… thank you." Turning to Riku, she asked in a quiet voice, "If it's alright with you…"
Riku smiled faintly, his tone gentle. "I don't mind. To be honest, I was going to ask if you wanted to come even if Lisa hadn't said anything."
Rinko's eyes widened in surprise—and warmth bloomed behind her bashful expression.
Lisa grinned triumphantly. "Then it's settled! Riku and Rinko will—"
"Hold it right there!!!"
Every head turned toward Haruna, whose sudden outburst cracked through the excitement like thunder.
Riku raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong, Haruna?"
Haruna crossed her arms, her expression serious but her tone playfully firm. "If Riku-san is having a date with Rinko-san, then Miyu-san should join them too!"
Miyu blinked in surprise, cheeks lightly flushed. "H-Haruna-chan?"
Kurumi nodded, grinning from ear to ear. "Chairwoman's right! Miyu-chan is also Riku-san's fiancée—so it's only fair she gets her share of the date, too!"
Miiko crossed her arms with mock indignation. "If Riku-san only takes Rinko-san, then Miyu-chan will be left out, nano! That's totally unfair!"
At that reminder, the Roselia girls paused. They had almost forgotten that Miyu shared the same engagement bond with Riku—and with it, one of the few rules they all agreed to respect.
Sayo sighed softly, a rueful smile tugging at her lips. "How could I forget... there is that rule."
Lisa looked at Riku, eyes gleaming with playful challenge. "So, what's it gonna be, Riku?"
Riku didn't hesitate. "You think I'd forget about Miyu? Of course not. I was going to ask her anyway."
Haruna raised a brow. "You were?"
"Obviously." Riku turned to Miyu with a calm smile. "So—will you join us?"
Miyu nodded without missing a beat, a hint of excitement coloring her voice. "I'd be glad to come with you."
Rinko smiled as well, glancing at Miyu with a soft look. "Same here. We can use this chance to get to know each other better."
Riku crossed his arms thoughtfully. "Then we'll need a plan. It's not just a casual trip anymore."
Miyu nodded eagerly. "You're right. We should figure out a proper game plan."
Rinko adjusted her glasses slightly. "Then how about this? We could—"
Before she could finish, Riku calmly returned to his seat. The three began tossing around ideas—where to go first, what to buy, where to eat—while the rest of the girls watched them from the side.
Lisa chuckled quietly. "They're getting along really fast."
Sayo leaned back, smiling faintly. "Faster than Rinko did when she first joined us."
Ako grinned, striking a pose. "As if they're a Best Match! Like two perfect teammates!"
Yukina's usual composed expression softened. "It seems so. And... this is the first time I've seen Rinko look this happy."
Haruna nodded gently. "Same for Miyu-san. She's always cheerful, but this... this feels different."
Kurumi clasped her hands together dramatically. "I can feel it—the aura of a maiden in love radiating off Miyu-chan!"
Miiko pointed toward the group. "Look! They're done, nano~!"
Riku stood up from his chair, stretching lightly before heading toward the door.
"Alright," he said, his voice steady and composed as ever. "Now that everything's planned out, you two get ready. I'll head to the garage and prepare the car."
Rinko and Miyu nodded in unison, watching him leave before turning to each other.
They both smiled—genuine, bright, unguarded. For a moment, the air around them felt lighter. What they didn't realize was that their friends were standing a few paces behind, watching like proud conspirators.
Lisa crossed her arms with a grin. "So, how'd it go?"
Rinko turned around, still smiling faintly. "We've made some plans for the day. We already have a few places in mind."
Sayo arched an eyebrow. "That's good and all, but... do either of you have spare clothes with you?"
The question froze both Rinko and Miyu in place. They looked at each other, eyes widening as realization hit. Neither had brought anything for an impromptu date.
Lisa smirked knowingly, while Kurumi opened her mouth to offer an idea—but before she could, Miyu's phone buzzed in her hand.
"Oh, a message from Riku-san," she said, unlocking her phone.
Haruna leaned in slightly. "What does it say?"
Miyu read the message aloud, her voice soft but clear.
"I kind of predicted that you two have no spare clothes for our date today, so we'll stop by a certain place first before we start, okay? Also, be ready in 30 minutes."
Miyu looked up after reading, blinking in surprise. "That's what it says."
Kurumi's jaw dropped. "Wow... it's like Riku-san expected this!"
Sayo crossed her arms with a knowing look. "Rinko did tell us he's notorious for predicting things before they happen."
Miiko tilted her head curiously. "Really? How so?"
Rinko chuckled, a small sigh escaping her lips. "Well… there was this one time…"
Flashback – Several Days Ago
Eientei's game room glowed with the light of multiple monitors. Riku, Rinko, Ako, Reona, and Chiyu were playing an FPS game that Chiyu had sworn was "the perfect teamwork test."
The chaos was real. Rinko and Riku were cornered—five enemies against two. Riku was hanging on with ten health points, while Rinko was still full but heavily flanked.
"Riku, I need help!" Rinko shouted, firing her weapon at the approaching enemies.
Riku, standing still with a sniper rifle, didn't answer.
"Riku!" she called again, ducking behind cover. Bullets flew past her, her screen flashing red.
Still no reply.
"RIKU!!!"
Riku sighed dramatically. "Nah. You got this."
Her jaw dropped. "WHAT?! Are you serious right now?!"
But before she could complain more, instinct took over. She sidestepped, fired three quick bursts—one enemy down. Reload. Peeked left—headshot. Another right—two more.
The timer hit zero. Victory.
Rinko slumped back, panting from the effort. "You... you didn't even move!"
Riku chuckled, spinning his rifle idly. "I told you, didn't I? You had it handled."
She glared at him through the screen, though the faintest blush betrayed her annoyance. "You're impossible."
He only laughed harder. "You'll thank me later."
And, begrudgingly, she did.
End of Flashback
Rinko scratched her cheek awkwardly. "So… yeah. That's Riku for you."
Haruna blinked. "I don't know what to say…"
Kurumi folded her hands as if in awe. "Amazing... but terrifying at the same time."
Rinko gave a small, resigned smile. "You get used to it." She turned to Miyu. "Come on, Miyu-chan. Let's go—we shouldn't keep Riku waiting."
Miyu nodded brightly, her eyes shining. "Right!"
The two headed for their rooms, their footsteps echoing lightly through the hallway.
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7 Rainbow Yokohama Branch – 9:00 A.M.
Riku's POV
After leaving Rinko and Miyu at the balcony, I headed down to the underground garage. The morning air was still crisp, filtered through the mechanical hum of ventilation fans and the faint gleam of polished metal. The REZVANI waited at the far end—sleek, black, and spotless, its surface catching the light like a blade's edge. I ran a hand across the hood, more out of habit than vanity, before double-checking the settings and route.
Footsteps echoed behind me. Right on time—Rinko and Miyu appeared, still fixing their hair as they half-walked, half-ran toward me. They arrived with about a minute to spare.
"So," I said, glancing over my shoulder. "You two ready?"
"More or less," Miyu replied, tilting her head. "Where are we going first?"
I gave her a faint grin. "You'll find out when we get there. Some surprises are worth the wait."
That didn't stop her from trying to pry an answer out of me, of course. By the time we climbed into the car, the two were already debating who'd get the passenger seat. It turned into a short but spirited standoff—Rinko's quiet persistence versus Miyu's playful stubbornness. Eventually, Miyu claimed victory for the ride to Yokohama, leaving Rinko to roll her eyes and resign herself to the backseat.
The road ahead was smooth. The skyline of Tokyo gave way to the open stretch of highway, and for nearly an hour, the three of us drove in a calm rhythm—music low, conversation easy, and the occasional teasing remark breaking the silence.
When the REZVANI finally rolled into Yokohama, the sun had climbed higher, brushing the city's glass towers with gold. I slowed as we neared the bay district. "We've got one stop before anything else," I said, a small smirk tugging at my lips. "You two will need some proper clothes for our date later. And I know just the place."
It didn't take long—barely five minutes—before I parked in front of a large, white European-style building. Its facade was elegant yet inviting, framed by glass windows displaying a wide array of outfits, each one more refined than the last. Above the main entrance, the sign gleamed in silver letters: 7 Rainbow.
"We're here," I announced, stepping out of the car.
Miyu's eyes widened as she took in the building. "Riku-san… this place—"
"Yeah," I said with a nod. "The first place I wanted to bring you two. Seven Rainbow."
The name wasn't unfamiliar—it carried weight. 7 Rainbow was one of Japan's most respected fashion brands, known for merging quality with accessibility. Every fabric was hand-selected, every stitch deliberate. The company's philosophy was simple: luxury shouldn't belong only to the elite. It was no surprise that their clothing had found its way onto Japan's most influential figures—and onto stages across the world.
"They're also the official clothing partner of OG and several pro bands," I added, almost offhandedly. "You've probably seen their work without realizing it."
Rinko traced her gaze along the shopfront. "I've heard of them before… but I didn't expect you to bring us here."
I chuckled. "You'll see why soon enough. Let's head inside—we're burning daylight."
The moment we crossed the glass doors, we were greeted by the crisp scent of new fabric and perfume. The interior was bright but not overwhelming—white marble floors, warm light, and quiet jazz humming from hidden speakers. It was a place that carried confidence without needing to announce it.
A staff member approached, bowing politely. "Welcome to 7 Rainbow. How may I—" She froze mid-sentence as her eyes met mine. Recognition flickered instantly. "N-Nagae-sama! It's an honor to see you again!"
"Morning," I replied evenly. "I'm here with the girls to pick up some clothes. Is Alice around today?"
Her expression faltered for a moment before she shook her head. "Unfortunately, no. Alice-sama left for an urgent errand not long ago. Some girl with long blond hair wearing a witch's hat came by and… well, dragged her out. Judging by her face, it looked serious."
I sighed quietly. "Of course it was Marisa."
It wasn't hard to picture—Marisa had a talent for pulling people into her pace, especially when she deemed something "important." If she'd gone to Alice personally, though, it meant the matter wasn't trivial. Maybe something tied to the disturbance yesterday. Between Marisa's field knowledge, Patchy's archives, and Alice's knack for adapting magic into practical use… they were likely investigating the phenomenon already.
"Understood," I said after a pause. "Can you assist these two instead?"
"Of course, Nagae-sama." The staff smiled warmly. "Ladies, if you'll follow me, I'll help you find what suits you best."
As Rinko and Miyu began to follow, Rinko turned back slightly. "Riku, who is this Alice? Is it Nakiri Alice?"
I shook my head. "No. A different Alice—Alice Margatroid. She's… one of my oldest friends."
Miyu blinked. "Wait, the Alice Margatroid? She owns 7 Rainbow?"
"Yeah," I confirmed with a small grin. "She built this place from the ground up. It's one of Japan's top fashion brands now." I gave a light wave toward the corridor. "Anyway, stop standing around. Go pick your clothes. Take your time—but not too long."
They both laughed softly and went off with the staff, disappearing behind a curtain of pastel displays and mirrored walls. Their voices faded into the distance, leaving me with the low hum of music and the faint scent of linen.
"Well then," I muttered to myself, turning toward the men's section. "Let's see what Alice's been working on this time."
The men's department was quiet, almost like a different world from the lively chatter of the women's side. Rows of neatly arranged suits lined the walls—modern cuts, subtle textures, elegant simplicity. Alice had always understood balance: the difference between attention and restraint.
I brushed my fingers along the fabric of a navy jacket. Smooth. Lightweight. Just enough sheen to stand out without shouting for attention. Classic Alice.
As I browsed, my mind drifted for a moment—to her studio, cluttered with sketches and half-finished prototypes, her expression sharp and focused as she worked late into the night. She once said fashion was "just another form of spellcraft." The stitching, the form, the intent—it all came together to create an effect, a transformation. She wasn't wrong.
A faint smile crept across my face. "Still working miracles, huh, Alice…"
Meanwhile with Rinko and Miyu…
Rinko's POV
The staff led us deeper into the women's section, where the air carried a faint scent of lavender and crisp linen. Rows of soft light poured down from ceiling lamps, glinting across the displays of blouses, skirts, and dresses that looked as if they belonged on magazine covers. Each piece hung with quiet pride, the kind that didn't need glitter to stand out.
I brushed my fingers against one of the dresses—just testing the fabric—and immediately felt the difference. It was smooth, breathable, almost alive against my skin. Nothing like the kind of fabric I usually worked with.
The staff noticed. "Have you decided on what you'd like to buy, miss?"
"Not yet," I admitted, a little embarrassed. "I was just… getting a feel for the material."
She smiled politely, clasping her hands in front of her apron. "Understandable. Here at 7 Rainbow, we use a special woven fiber blend. Even in the hottest Japanese summers, the fabric allows wind to pass through, keeping you cool without losing elegance. It's one of our signature features."
Miyu perked up beside me. "That means no more sweating on stage, huh? Perfect for us."
I turned—and blinked. While I was still lost admiring one dress, Miyu already had several folded neatly over her arm. Tops, skirts, a few accessories too.
"You picked that fast?" I asked, half impressed, half scolding.
She grinned like a child caught with candy. "While you were busy touching fabrics like a pro designer, I already made my choices. Oh—and I might've grabbed a few extras I liked. Riku-san is paying, right?"
"M-Miyu-chan…" I sighed, though I couldn't help smiling. "You really don't hold back."
She winked. "When do I ever?"
I left her to her spree and continued browsing. Most of what I saw was… well, too flashy for my taste. Too bold, too loud. But tucked near the corner of the display, something caught my eye—a soft blue blouse, short-sleeved, simple but graceful. It was paired with a clean white skirt that reached the knees. Elegant, but not extravagant. It felt right.
I picked it up, imagining Riku's reaction. He'll probably smile… maybe even blush a little. The thought warmed my chest. "This will do," I murmured. "I'm sure Riku will like it."
The staff returned, her gaze flicking between us. "So, have you both decided?"
Miyu and I nodded in unison.
"Excellent," she said. "Please follow me to the dressing rooms. You're welcome to wear what you've chosen after paying."
We followed her down a small hallway lined with mirrors and soft carpet. I stepped into my fitting room, curtain drawn. For a moment, silence filled the space—just the faint hum of the air conditioner and the soft rustle of fabric as I changed.
Here goes nothing…
When I finally looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. The outfit fit perfectly, hugging my frame without feeling restrictive. The colors were gentle, subtle—almost like something out of a dream. I took a deep breath, feeling a shy sort of confidence bloom inside me.
3rd POV
Meanwhile, Riku stood by the counter, waiting with the calm patience of someone used to long shopping trips. He'd swapped his earlier attire for something sharper: a black shirt, dark brown pants, and a deep crimson jacket that brought out the color in his eyes. His scarf remained loosely draped around his neck, and his usual hat hung behind his back—didn't quite match the look, and even he knew it.
The faint jazz playing through the store paused just as two familiar voices called out.
"Sorry we took a while, Riku-san!" Miyu's tone was bright as ever.
Riku turned—and his breath caught before he could stop himself.
Miyu stood confidently in a crisp white blouse tucked neatly into a black skirt that just brushed above her knees. It was playful, polished, perfectly her. But beside her stood Rinko—quiet, reserved, and radiant. Her light blue blouse paired with that pure white skirt framed her like the calm before the rain.
For a moment, Riku said nothing. The air between them thickened just enough to draw both girls' attention.
Rinko stepped forward, tilting her head slightly. "Riku? Are you alright?"
He blinked, realizing how long he'd been staring. "I'm fine," he said softly, voice almost trailing. "It's just… you two look even more beautiful than usual."
Both Rinko and Miyu flushed instantly—cheeks blooming pink, eyes darting away.
The staff, perhaps a bit too experienced with couples behaving like this in her store, coughed discreetly. "Ahem… I hate to interrupt your moment, but your total comes to 300,000 yen."
Riku cleared his throat and reached into his jacket, sliding out his card with practiced ease. "Put it on credit."
A quick swipe, a faint beep, and the transaction was done.
"Thank you for your purchase, Nagae-sama," the staff said cheerfully. "We hope to—"
"Um, excuse me!" Rinko suddenly interjected, her tone a little nervous but determined.
The staff turned to her. "Yes, miss?"
"Do you… sell fabric here? The kind you use for your clothes?"
One eyebrow arched in mild surprise. Before the staff could respond, Riku stepped in, his tone casual but proud. "She's a designer herself. Makes the stage costumes for her band."
"Oh?" The staff's surprise softened into curiosity. "That explains the way you were feeling the fabric earlier. In that case, yes—we do sell limited quantities of our textile. But I should warn you, it's quite expensive."
Riku waved a hand dismissively. "That's fine. I'll handle it."
Rinko looked up quickly. "Riku, you don't have to—"
"I want to," he said, eyes steady. "Besides, I can tell you already have ideas for your next set of costumes, don't you?"
Caught off guard, she hesitated before nodding. "Yeah… I've been thinking about it for a while. But I need something special—something that breathes, moves with us. 7 Rainbow's fabric has exactly that."
"Then we're not leaving without it."
The staff smiled faintly, impressed by the easy certainty between them. "How much will you be needing?"
Rinko thought for a moment, fingers brushing her chin. "Fifteen yards should be enough."
"Fifteen it is," Riku said. "You heard her."
"Of course." The staff retrieved a sleek binder from under the counter and opened it to reveal a range of fabric samples—a gradient of colors from ivory to deep violet, with subtle notes of shimmer that caught the light. "Please select the color palette you'd like, and we'll prepare the order."
Rinko leaned over the counter, scanning the shades carefully. Her expression sharpened—focused, like an artist sketching in her mind. "This one… and this shade too," she murmured. She pointed to a soft gradient of blues and silvers—tones that mirrored her calm, cool aesthetic. After confirming her choices, she handed the catalog back with a polite nod.
The staff closed the binder with a crisp snap. "Very well. We'll have the materials cut and delivered directly to the Nagae estate in a few days. Will that arrangement work?"
"That'll do," Riku said simply.
"Then, once again, thank you for your purchase, Nagae-sama. It's been an honor serving you and your companions. Please come again."
Riku offered a small smile, giving a short nod in return. "We will."
As they stepped out of the store, the warm morning sunlight spilled across the pavement. Rinko carried her small bag with care, while Miyu stretched her arms above her head, humming softly. Riku walked between them, hands in his jacket pockets, his expression content.
"Rinko-san, I didn't know you made your band's costumes," Miyu said as they exited 7 Rainbow, their shopping bags swaying with each step. The morning sun gleamed off the polished hood of the REZVANI parked just ahead.
Rinko looked slightly embarrassed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Well… you never asked. And honestly, it's kinda embarrassing to tell people I'm the one who makes Roselia's costumes. Only the band knows."
Miyu blinked, surprised. "But that's amazing. You've got real talent, Rinko-san. The quality of your designs could rival professionals."
"Thanks," Rinko murmured, her tone shy but warm. "I was actually planning to go to a clothing design university after I graduate, but… with Roselia's commitments, I don't think I can manage both."
Before she could say more, Riku gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "You'll make it work," he said, steady and calm. "You just need to find the right university that lets you balance both worlds. I'll ask Genji-sama about it."
Rinko blinked. "Genji-sama?"
"The head of the Hinanawi family," Riku explained, lowering his hand. "They're basically in charge of the country's Department of Education."
Both girls stopped in their tracks, turning to him in unison, eyes wide.
"Wait," Rinko said, voice half in disbelief. "You mean the Hinanawi family? As in the Celestial Family that—"
"Yup," Riku said casually, unlocking the car. "Aside from them, the Nagae family—our family—is in charge of the Department of Food and Agriculture."
Miyu blinked, her brain connecting the dots. "Then… all the food that gets distributed around the country—"
"Approved and signed off by us," Riku finished for her, opening the trunk. "My grandfather oversees most regions, but he's passed me the reins for Kanto."
"That's… a lot," Miyu said, still processing the scale of it. "You handle all that and you're taking us out shopping?"
Riku smirked faintly. "Multitasking is a survival skill."
Rinko chuckled softly, shaking her head. "You really don't take a break, do you?"
"I do," he replied as he loaded the shopping bags into the trunk. "I just prefer my breaks to have purpose."
The girls exchanged a look—half amusement, half admiration. Then Riku dusted off his hands and looked at them both. "Now that we're all dressed up, let's head to the next stop."
Rinko tilted her head. "And where exactly are we going next?"
"An anime store."
Both girls said it together: "An anime store?"
"Yup," Riku said with a straight face, but his eyes gleamed. "If you want to buy something for yourselves, go ahead."
The two froze for half a second, then their faces lit up with childlike excitement.
"Really?!" they exclaimed.
Their synchronized enthusiasm made Riku chuckle under his breath. "You act like I just said we're going to Disneyland."
"Same difference!" Miyu grinned.
Rinko, already halfway around the car, grabbed Riku's wrist and pulled. "Then what are you waiting for? Drive!"
He blinked, startled by her sudden burst of energy. "You know, that's the first time you've sounded like Kasumi."
Rinko shot him a mock glare over her shoulder. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Now get in."
Riku raised both hands in mock surrender and climbed in. The REZVANI's engine roared to life, smooth yet powerful, as they pulled out of the lot and into Yokohama's late-morning bustle.
Lashinbang Yokohama Branch – 10:15 A.M.
Riku POV
After finishing up at 7 Rainbow, we made our way to Lashinbang, one of the biggest anime stores in Japan. The Akiba branch might have been larger, but the Yokohama one had exactly what I needed—and was less of a madhouse.
The moment we stepped through the glass doors, a familiar wave of nostalgia hit me—the mix of vinyl figures, keychain displays, and the faint scent of new cardboard boxes. Rows of shelves stretched ahead like colorful walls of temptation.
Before the girls could scatter, I raised a hand. "Hold up. Before you go wild, I need to make something clear."
Rinko and Miyu both turned, curious.
"I'm on a budget today," I said, trying to sound stern. "Between the clothes and the fabric, that trip to 7 Rainbow cost us nearly half a million yen."
Their faces drained of color.
"Half a million?" Rinko said faintly.
Miyu gawked. "It was that expensive?!"
"High-quality fabric doesn't come cheap," I said, crossing my arms. "Add in your new outfits, and yeah—about five hundred thousand total."
Rinko's shoulders slumped. "I didn't realize it would cost that much…"
I softened my tone. "Hey, it's fine. I said I'd take care of it, didn't I? We still have plenty left. Just… let's not buy the whole store."
Miyu hesitated. "How much do we have left, exactly?"
"About one and a half million yen."
Both girls blinked.
"One point five million?!" Miyu whispered, like she was afraid the cashier might overhear.
"That's our total for the day," I said. "And we've still got a few stops left, so…" I trailed off, watching their faces. "You get the idea."
After a short silence, Miyu clapped her hands together. "Okay, how about this—we set a limit. Rinko and I will each stick to 150,000 yen."
"That's reasonable," I said. "Alright, that's the cap—150,000 each. Or about a thousand dollars, if that's easier to picture."
Rinko nodded. "Deal. That's more than enough."
"Good." I stepped aside. "Once you've picked out what you want, meet me at the counter. Don't get lost."
The two gave a playful salute and disappeared into the aisles, chatting animatedly. I exhaled through my nose—half amusement, half fondness—and turned toward the mecha section.
"Let's see if it's still here…" I murmured, scanning the shelves.
The display glittered with familiar names—Gundam, Code Geass, Full Metal Panic—each lined with meticulously detailed models. My eyes landed on a sleek black-and-silver box halfway up the shelf, and a grin tugged at my mouth.
"There you are."
I reached up and took it down carefully—the 00 Quan[T] Full Saber Fullmetal Edition, limited release. The craftsmanship was incredible, every metallic joint and blade gleaming under the store's lights. I remembered how Sanae had been eyeing this exact kit weeks ago and has been wanting to buy this, as per Kanako-sama told me.
"She's going to flip," I murmured, setting the box under my arm. "Now… let's see what I can find for Mafuyu and Tina."
As I drifted deeper into the store, I could hear faint laughter from another aisle—Miyu's voice, light and quick, paired with Rinko's softer tone. Probably arguing over plushies or posters. It made the moment feel… normal. Quietly happy, in a way that didn't need to announce itself.
One shopping spree later...
Third POV
After an hour of wandering through aisles stacked with figures, posters, and model kits, the counter in front of them looked like a collector's dream—and a wallet's nightmare. The cashier scanned item after item as the beeps echoed through the store. Riku stood off to the side, hands in his pockets, watching the two girls who were still grinning from ear to ear.
Miyu couldn't stop talking, her voice light with excitement. She'd managed to find the figurines she'd been hunting for—limited runs that usually sold out online before she could even click purchase. She even grabbed a few for her friends back home, confident that Haruna, Miiko, and Kurumi would lose their minds when they saw them. Rinko wasn't any calmer. Her expression softened as she spoke about the few Roselia figures she'd picked up, plus a set of miniature instruments that reminded her of their first live show.
Riku listened quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips. For the first time in a while, they looked like ordinary girls enjoying an ordinary day—something he hadn't realized they both needed.
When the total finally flashed on the register, he took a slow breath. The girls had stayed within the limit they set, more or less. The bill came out to roughly one thousand six hundred dollars. Add in the 00 Quan[T] Full Saber Fullmetal Edition he'd picked up for Sanae, and the grand total crept closer to two thousand. Painful, sure, but still under the day's budget.
The cashier packed everything neatly into branded bags before bowing politely. "Thank you for shopping at Lashinbang. Please come again."
Outside, the air was cool and the faint hum of city traffic filled the quiet. Riku unlocked the REZVANI and started stacking their purchases carefully in the trunk. The girls stood beside him, comparing the things they bought and teasing each other about who spent more. Then, in the middle of their chatter, a sound cut through the air—a low growl.
Riku turned his head. "Rinko, was that your stomach?"
She froze, cheeks tinting pink as she nodded slowly, trying to hide behind her hair. Miyu burst into a soft laugh, but Riku only chuckled.
"Guess that makes two of us," he said, patting his stomach. "Let's get something to eat before we move on. I know a good spot nearby."
Rinko gave him a skeptical look. "Let's hope it's not too expensive this time."
"Expensive?" Miyu tilted her head, confused.
Rinko sighed, remembering too vividly the evening that had scarred her wallet's pride. "There was this one time Riku took me to dinner, and I ordered something that ended up costing two million yen."
Miyu's eyes widened. "Two... million?!"
Riku rubbed the back of his neck. "To be fair, Miyoi tried to warn her, but I decided to go along with it."
"And you still paid for it," Rinko added, glancing at him with a half-smile.
He shrugged. "What was I supposed to do? You were really interested on what the Geitondei Special is, so I ordered it for you."
That got a genuine laugh from Miyu, loud enough that a passerby turned to look. Rinko's pout deepened, but even she couldn't hide the faint smile breaking through.
"I wish I'd seen that," Miyu said, still laughing.
"You wouldn't be laughing if it happened to you," Rinko muttered.
Riku closed the trunk and leaned against it. "Alright, enough teasing. Let's move before Rinko's stomach starts a rebellion."
"Fine," she said, crossing her arms but clearly amused. "But if this next place ends up being another five-star restaurant, I'm only ordering bread and water."
"Come on, Rinko-san," Miyu said, still grinning. "What could possibly go wrong?"
"That's exactly what I said last time," Rinko muttered under her breath.
Riku smirked as he opened the driver's door. "Relax. This place has good food and normal prices. You'll live."
They climbed in—Miyu in the back seat, Rinko up front—and the engine purred to life. The cityscape began to roll by, buildings blurring into streaks of silver and glass under the late morning light. A song from the radio played quietly, just enough to fill the silence between them.
Miyu leaned forward between the seats, her eyes bright. "So where are we going?"
Riku glanced at her through the mirror. "You'll see soon enough. Just trust me."
Rinko gave him a side-eye. "That's what worries me."
He chuckled. "Have a little faith, Rinko."
The words came easily, and for a brief moment, the air inside the car softened. The tension faded into something calm, almost domestic. Outside, the road curved toward the waterfront, sunlight scattering across the windshield like broken glass.
Rinko rested her elbow against the window, watching the scenery glide past—the people, the street stalls, the slow rhythm of a normal morning. For someone used to rehearsal halls and flashing stage lights, the sight of quiet streets and the smell of fresh air was strangely comforting. Miyu hummed along with the music, her voice soft and unguarded.
Riku glanced at them both before turning his eyes back to the road.
There were moments when he forgot everything else—his title, his duties, the storm brewing in the background of their lives. Right now, there was only the drive, the hum of the car, and the warmth of the two girls beside him.
He didn't say it aloud, but that was what this day was really for—not the shopping, not the destinations, but this simple, fleeting peace. A reminder that even in the middle of everything, they could still laugh, still breathe, still be human.