Part 44: Stepping into Promises

BGM: Silence

06/01 (FRI), Morning
...Thus, another day of school rolls by. I stayed up late last night doing research, so I'm still a bit tired. And wouldn't you know it, I checked my calender, and it's June already. I'm already nostalgic about the time we went to that amusement park. Once my surprise fades, I get ready to head to school.
BGM: At Amecha Girls' University High School

06/01 (FRI), Noon
Once there, I find myself talking to the usual group.



Talking to these two really helps to hammer home that I'm back to my typical daily life. The culture festival's next weekend. My class has finally decided to go with the fortune teller booth idea. I'm a bit worried about it, since they've decided with hardly a month to spare, but it should be fine because there's nothing too difficult to prepare. None of us are playing a big part in it, but we do need to help out because it's a class effort. And said help comes in the form of one-hour shifts on both Saturday and Sunday, it seems.






Spending time with Naomi should be fine so long as it's while we're at school. She's been working hard for this, so I want to see how it turns out.







Ignoring Mao's attempts to tease us, we start to trudge over to the cafeteria.
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06/01 (FRI), Evening

With that, Mao skips out of the classroom. Looks like she's heading home in a hurry today. I'm not sure why, since she generally keeps that aspect of her life to herself. Still, she tends to be busy more often than not. Not like she's in any clubs, either... I can only assume she's got a part-time job or something. Miharu is getting ready to head home, herself. Seems like she's working a shift today...

Let's offer to keep her company. Rinka probably could use the chat, with everything on her mind these past few days.

-Go home alone
-Offer to walk with her.


She starts to pack up even faster when she asks. Under her notebook is an unfamiliar book. Doesn't seem like one from the school's library.


I can only smirk.
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BGM: Miharu




This isn't a topic I can avoid so long as we're together. I tell her all about how I went to Shigetsugu's house and how Numeral XI forced her way in. She is wide-eyed at the start of the story, but by the end, all she does is sigh.




I figure I am being optimistic, but Miharu makes sure to beat reality back into me with her words. Lacking a proper retort, all I do is avoid eye contact.



She teases the question with a smile.



We move to more standard topics following that as we make our way to the station. Then we exchange goodbyes and part ways.
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BGM: At Amecha Girls' University High School

06/02 (SAT), Evening
Yesterday was a rare day. I was able to open the store for once. Customers dwindle during holiday periods, but regulars in the area still tend to drop by. I'm glad most of them understand that my gran's away, so they make it a point to cheer me on rather than criticize my offerings.

Mao comes over to chat as I'm getting ready to go home.


She grins as she notices my hesitation.




She prattles on and on without giving me a chance to speak. I'm all too aware that this is her way of making sure I can't turn her down. I am pretty curious about what Naomi would try to sing, so I end up agreeing.


The Saturday after next... would be the 16th. Two more elections stand between now and then. I should be fine for this week's, but who knows about next week's. That's not the mindset I should have, though. My utmost priority is making sure I never get elected.


I apologize for getting lost in thought before we make our way out.
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BGM: Town

After spending some time in Shinjuku, I find myself waiting for the train. I realize it's been a while since the last time I went to the bookstore, so I decided to stop by before heading home. There are a fair number of new shoujo manga on sale, so I buy a couple to try.

As it happens, Naomi is already there and waiting for the same train. She even has the same bag in hand as me, which means we were both at the same store. After discussing what we both bought, Naomi's expression gets a bit more serious as she changes the topic.
BGM: A Dot on a Piece of Paper


She must mean Yu. It's funny, thinking back to that first encounter. Not only did I not know his name, I actually thought he was a girl. How much should I tell Naomi, though? I can't give her all the details like I did with Miharu. Miharu's warning comes to mind as I mull it over.



The exchange is brief, but it no doubt leaves Naomi a tad vexed. If I'm not going to tell her everything, then I'm better off not saying anything at all. Her pained expression tells me exactly how the current situation makes her feel. Doing this to her hurts me enough already, but she must feel even worse on the receiving end. That's why I try my best to change the topic.


As soon as I do, I notice a familiar figure amongst the crowd. Not wanting Naomi to notice, I keep my gaze on her, only resorting to quick glances to make sure I'm right. And I am- it's Yu. He's standing in the crowd, as if waiting for someone. But I mean, there's a very limited pool of people he could be waiting for. He tries to seem nonchalant, but I notice him glancing over to me every now and then.



She nods, although it's obvious that she has read between the lines. Following that, I wave goodbye as she gets on the train. Yu makes his way over after confirming that I'm alone.
BGM: Silence


He probably realized that I saw him.
BGM: Two Crossing Paths -S/I V/S-

He cuts right to the chase. I opt to quietly hear him out.



He lets his emotions run rampant despite being out in public. There is nothing I can do to stop him, either. Once he finishes his spiel, he stares at me, worry all over his face. I can't blame him. Normally, people wouldn't hear him out, but he's probably hoping for the slight possibility that I will.

He's probably expecting me to turn him down based on my silence. I don't seem to be in the right state of mind... His desperation to help Shigetsugu serves to warm my heart. As does knowing we both thought of the same thing.
BGM: Entrusted Feelings








Shigetsugu said that Yu is both brave and compassionate. I have to agree. I hand him an envelope. Inside is the information I've already dug up regarding Shigetsugu's family, as well as some money.


It's their story from here on out. I have no intention of seeing it through. Now that I've done this much for Yu, I should be able to avoid waking up with regret if Shigetsugu gets eliminated.

BGM: Silence
After he says that, he remains still for a moment. Just as I mutter that I need to go, he stops me. His expression is deathly serious.

His face makes it clear that this one is serious. Even so, I don't expect what comes out of his mouth next.
BGM: He Reveals me the Answer













I can feel the pressure he's been bottling up inside from the tone of his voice. That unknown factor has probably been haunting him for a while now. I had no intention of electing him this week, just as he said. Mostly because I don't have it in me.




He refuses to give in. He knows what I'm like by now, and yet he presses on regardless.


I can't bring myself to answer. He refuses to stop staring at me, waiting for me to say yes. He believes he might do something terrible, but I can't see that happening. Sure, his past required him to know how to fight, but that doesn't feel relevant to his current fears.

He cuts the conversation off after a period of silence and takes his leave without another word. There's a reason I couldn't give him the response he wanted. Deep down, I knew.
I just can't do it yet.