Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 352 The Discovery at the End of July
"Is Matsueda satisfied with this year's summer vacation?"

On the last day of July, Tomatsu Yuka, sitting in the library, asked the boy sitting next to her this question.

Matsueda Jun looked up from his workbook, his gaze towards the girl somewhat inexplicable.

"Isn't this question a bit premature? Summer vacation still has almost a month left."

"That's true." Tomatsu Tomohana smiled. "Let's ask Matsueda-san after summer vacation."

The girl stood up and walked out from behind the counter, pushing a cart full of books toward the bookshelves. Jun Matsue watched her put the books returned by borrowers back in their places one by one, and finally push the empty cart back to the counter.

Tomatsu Yuka sat down again, and a boy's voice sounded in her ear, "Tomatsu, are you not satisfied with your summer vacation?"

The girl turned to look at him. "I'm not entirely satisfied. How did you know, Matsueda-kun?"

Jun Matsueda turned a page of the workbook in front of him. “My own experience is this: only people who are dissatisfied with their own situation will care about the situation of others.”

It's a very simple principle: people who are so immersed in happiness that they don't even have time to process their own happiness, let alone care about other people in the outside world.

"Matsueda-kun really understands me," the girl said with a smile, her dissatisfaction with her summer vacation temporarily gone.

The boy turned another page of his book. "Is it about the brass band?"

Tomatsu Yuka nodded. "Because the team isn't as strong as last year, and everyone doesn't want to give up on the national tournament, we've increased the training time."

"But I still feel a bit worried," the girl frowned sadly. "I don't know how much the training camp will help."

Junya Matsueda put down his pen and began to think, "Should I consult with Professor Hirouchi and ask her to spend more time giving me some guidance?"

"Ah, that's not what I'm worried about," Tomatsu Yuka waved her hand.

"I'm just thinking that with more time spent in club activities, I'll have less time to spend with Matsueda-kun, won't I?"

"..." Jun Matsueda glanced at the girl beside him, picked up his pen and continued working on his problems.

"What's with that expression, Matsueda-kun?" the girl asked, feigning anger. "I'm seriously thinking about how to leave my mark on Matsueda-kun's summer vacation!"

"Wasn't last year's fireworks festival a memorable and precious memory for Matsueda-san?"

I want to see the surprised expression on Matsue-san's face when she received the yukata a few more times!

Of course, Tomatsu Yuka would never mention certain painful and profound memories; she's waiting to cover them up with the boy in front of her this year.

"Didn't we say that once was enough to have a memory like this?"

Although he said that, Jun Matsue couldn't help but recall the fireworks that filled the night sky that night, and the ray of starlight that brushed against the girl's bangs.

That yukata is still deep in his closet; he doesn't know if he'll still be able to wear it this year.

"People are always greedy," the girl replied with a grin.

"Once you've had it the first time, you want it again; once you have it the second time, you expect it to happen every year. It's through this kind of greed that humanity progresses."

"Nonsense," the boy concluded.

"So be it, it's all fallacious reasoning." Tomatsu Tomoka blinked. "Matsueda-kun's fallacious reasoning is my righteous argument!"

Young girls are always so cunning; no matter the topic, they can turn it into a declaration of love. Perhaps, just as trees need to bloom and cicadas need to sing, expressing love has long become an instinct for them.

Jun Matsue watched the birds fluttering their wings on the branches outside the window. The girl who had stood up approached him, shielding his eyes from the swaying greenery. Just as the boy was about to make a move, Yuka Tomatsu reached out and picked up the water glass beside him.

"Matsueda-kun's water bottle is empty, let me get you some more~"

The girl hummed a song, took two water cups, and walked away. Jun Matsue turned his gaze away from the window and continued working on his world history homework.

The swaying branches and leaves have stopped moving, and the tender green under the sunlight is as full as an oil painting.

"Sorry to keep you waiting~" Tomatsu Yuka carefully approached the counter with two water glasses in hand. "I added some dried lemon that I brought myself, so it will taste even more refreshing. Matsu-san should like it."

The cunning girl didn't return to her own spot, but instead went to the other side of Matsueda Jun and put his water glass back in its place.

The bent-over posture brought the two closer, and Tomatsu Yuka tried to amplify the sensation of that moment, pulling away again before the boy could react.

The girl returned to her chair and sat down without saying a word. This was just a habitual attack of hers, but it seemed to have brought some unexpected gains—

Matsueda seems to have a fragrance that she didn't have before?

Was it just her imagination? She glanced at the boy, and Matsueda Jun assumed the girl was expecting his response, so he picked up his water glass and took a sip.

"The taste is not bad, the lemon flavor is quite obvious."

"I'm glad you like it, Matsu-san." Tomatsu Yuka smiled and looked at the borrowing records in front of her.

After a while, the girl stood up and started rummaging through the table. Matsueda Jun looked up in confusion.

"Can't you find something?"

"Ah, I didn't know that Songzhi didn't come yesterday. A reader said she lost her library card. She probably left it at the counter and didn't take it. I'd like to look for it."

As the girl said this, she stood next to Jun Matsueda, and the boy leaned back in his chair to give her space to search.

"It doesn't seem to be on the counter," she muttered, then gripped the back of the chair in front of her and crawled under the table.

Tomatsu Yuka squatted down facing Matsueda Jun. Although the boy made a move to avoid her, the distance between them was briefly shortened, and the girl smelled that faint fragrance on him again.

As expected, it wasn't an illusion. The girl searched under the counter for a few seconds before returning to her seat.

"It doesn't seem to have been left at the counter," she finally concluded.

“Let’s ask that reader again next time.” Jun Matsueda sat down again. “If we still can’t find it, let’s check the surveillance footage.”

“Okay~” Tomatsu Yuka nodded obediently.

Even after leaving get off work that day, the girl was still pondering the source of that fragrance. She pushed her bicycle out of the literature museum, watched as Jun Matsuoka waved to her, and then rode off into the afterglow of the setting sun.

Tomatsu Yuka stared blankly at the sunset for a while.

The girl's rationality told her not to dwell on the unfamiliar smell; it might just be a change of shampoo, a strong-smelling food in her lunch, or a store that had just been sprayed with air freshener.

But a woman's intuition, clinging to her emotional side, relentlessly tells her the truth.

"If it happens again, let's investigate it."

(End of this chapter)