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With some sweet potato residue around his mouth, he looked like a greedy cat with food stuck to his whiskers.

But this cat isn't fat, nor is it aloof; it's just greedy.

Turning her head, Mai Sakurajima looked down at the city lights, where a group of young people in yukatas were passing by, probably because of the fireworks festival.

I had originally planned to go to the fireworks festival with him today as a surprise, and to create some youthful memories together. However, work delayed me, and by the time I changed into my yukata and set off from Tokyo, I already knew I wouldn't make it to the spectacular fireworks display.

The good thing is that I was still able to catch the Ferris wheel from when I first saw it.

At least the Ferris wheel is still open.

Thinking of this, she looked at the person opposite her who had already swallowed the last bite of roasted sweet potato: "Kazehaya, have you heard of the Ferris wheel love legend?"

Nomiyama packed the sweet potato peels in a convenience store and tossed them aside. Hearing this, he was slightly taken aback.

I think I hear that phrase all the time.

"I've heard of it," he answered truthfully.

Mai Sakurajima looked up at the metal box at the top: "I heard that if you kiss when the Ferris wheel reaches its highest point, you will receive love for each other for a lifetime."

Nomiyama got up, walked forward, and sat down next to her, holding her hand.

He looked at her, seemingly curious: "Does Mai-senpai want to give it a try?"

Mai Sakurajima wanted to say yes, but then felt that saying it would be too unreserved.

Nomiyama smiled, turned her head, and leaned closer.

Sakurajima Mai was stunned. She quickly reached out to try and push him away, saying, "Wait! It's not the peak yet!"

Nomiyama didn't take it to heart: "I want to kiss you to the peak, forever and ever, until you can't breathe anymore."

Sakurajima Mai was slightly taken aback, and then she was covered and forcefully penetrated.

Her body quickly went limp in his arms, unable to stop him from doing anything.

Including his restless hand.

"Ugh... Kazehaya..."

......

"Didn't I say no?!"

Mai Sakurajima pressed close to him forcefully, stepping down with one foot, her upward gaze conveying a sense of oppression.

Nomiyama tilted his head and looked away.

"Speak! You brat, Kazehaya!"

Mai Sakurajima gritted her teeth and strained even harder.

“I really liked what you did just now,” Nomiyama muttered. “You were the one who initiated everything after that.”

Mai Sakurajima narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists.

"How about we do it again?" Nomiyama suggested quietly.

"Okay, if you marry me, we can go beyond just kissing and touching, and even take things further."

Mai Sakurajima moved her foot away, and her words became gentle.

Nomiyama said in a serious tone: "Our marriage is inevitable, so now we can take it a step further, which is called a loan."

As he spoke, he grabbed Mai-senpai's hand and started walking towards home.

"Bastard, pervert, lewd brat, dirty trash junior, fickle scumbag."

A string of adjectives flowed from Mai Sakurajima's mouth as she seemingly resisted while continuing to follow him.

The two walked some distance down the street when a car horn sounded.

Mai Sakurajima looked at the BMW in the distance, sighed, and gently tugged at his hand.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled and said, "Then I'll head to Tokyo. I actually have filming to do tomorrow."

Nomiyama had guessed this ending and was mentally prepared, but he was still inevitably somewhat disappointed.

And, more peace of mind.

I was busy working late today, and I have work to do tomorrow.

But I still came to find you because I wanted to spend today with you.

So Nomiyama ignored the BMW watching from a distance, reached out, grabbed Mai-senpai, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her.

After a long while, Nomiyama withdrew, gently bit the other's lips twice, and then let go.

"No intimate scenes allowed. You have to text me every day. If you miss me, tell me and I'll come find you, or you can come find me."

Sakurajima Mai recalled the sensation from just now, and breathed heavily in his arms with her head down.

After a long while, her breathing gradually calmed down.

So he lifted his head from his embrace, stomped on it once, then stomped on it twice.

"If you dare to do that in front of Mom again, I'll cut you up."

Nomiyama said a little shyly, "Because Mai is just so wonderful, I was thinking of telling you how much I like you."

"Idiot..." Sakurajima Mai breathed softly, "Aren't you going to call me senpai anymore?"

"If Mai likes me, she'll call me that; if she doesn't, she won't."

"Then let's go with Mai-senpai. It'll be nice to get you, a lazybones, to say a couple more words." Sakurajima Mai said thoughtfully.

"Mai-senpai, aren't you being a little too sadistic? Do you have to torture me even for this?" Nomiyama twitched his lips.

"This is one of my ways of showing my love for you. Please accept it, or else..." A dangerous signal gradually appeared in Sakurajima Mai's eyes.

"I understand, I understand, or you can cut me off." Nomiyama gently patted her back, admitting defeat.

“No, cutting it off is impossible; you’ll dodge it, so…” Mai Sakurajima easily devised a plan.

"It was bitten off."

"hiss..."

Nomiyama gasped and looked down to meet her gaze.

"Mai-senpai".

"Ah."

"Senior H".

"Enough with the nonsense." Mai Sakurajima stomped her foot down.

The two continued to embrace, savoring the silent longing they felt after not seeing each other for so many days.

"Aren't you very interested in white stockings?"

"Ok?"

"Next time, H-junior can look forward to the feel of white stockings," Sakurajima Mai chuckled.

Nomiyama remained silent for a moment, then discussed it in hushed tones.

"Um, could I have both...?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

School begins on the 234th day, Service Club, Paluki.

"What? You really want it?"

"That's a strange thing to say..." Nomiyama's mouth twitched.

"Just tell me if you want it or not," Sakurajima Mai sneered.

"This is what I was thinking of," Nomiyama admitted.

"Ha, men." Mai Sakurajima pinched his waist. "Alright, I should go now."

Nomiyama didn't let go immediately. Instead, his eyes flickered, and he looked down at her: "Don't you think it's troublesome or not worth it? You came all the way back just to spend such a short time together and then have to go back."

Mai Sakurajima took a step back, stepped out of his embrace, looked at him with a helpless disdain on her face: "I can't help it, I'm worried that my junior's boyfriend won't see me on this day and will hide away and be sad."

Nomiyama chuckled lightly: "That's pure delusion and slander."

Mai Sakurajima smiled faintly as she looked down at their shadows under the streetlights: "Actually, I couldn't help but want to see you. I just came back from my job and have a lot of work to do. Seeing you, hugging you for a while, and talking about silly things would make me feel much more relaxed."

"It's well worth it."

Nomiyama looked at the shy version of Mai-senpai who deliberately avoided eye contact while saying these words, took two steps forward, and gently hugged her: "When you say it like that, I can't help but want to hold you and not let you go."

“As expected, Kazehaya is still too young. Someone like me, an older sister, can be easily fooled with just a few words,” Sakurajima Mai said, resting her forehead on his shoulder. “I can make you so moved.”

"Yes, she's amazing." Nomiyama gently patted her back.

"But I really have to leave. I'll come back to be with you after this period is over." Mai Sakurajima reached out and squeezed his arm, then stepped back. "Remember to miss me."

Nomiyama nodded: "I'll think about it every day."

Sakurajima Mai slowly backed away, wondering, "What would they think?"

"Hmm..." Nomiyama pondered, "Should I skip a bowl of rice every day to think of you?"

"What kind of strange talk is that?"

"I can't eat or drink, I even skipped a bowl of rice because of you."

"I demand that you not eat a single bowl of rice."

"Then you can only marry my ashes."

“Nomiyama Kazehaya,” Sakurajima Mai suddenly called out his name.

"Yes, I'm here." Nomiyama looked at her, and they made eye contact.

Mai Sakurajima stopped walking backwards, stood still for a moment, and then began to run forward.

Nomiyama opened his arms and caught the pink bunny senior who jumped into his arms.

"I don't want to leave, I don't want to leave, I don't want to leave," Sakurajima Mai said, bowing her head.

"Then, why don't you stay?" Nomiyama gently twirled her long hair.

"No, I have to go to a film set tomorrow. I can't stand up the whole crew."

"What a pity, I was hoping to get a good night's sleep tonight."

"Get a good night's sleep next time."

"Okay."

Nomiyama relaxed his arms, only to find that he was still being held.

"Kazehaya, is there something you need?" Sakurajima Mai suddenly asked.

Nomiyama opened his mouth, feeling that his girlfriends possessed the ability to read minds.

"Is it Eriri?" Mai Sakurajima asked again.

"Yes," Nomiyama admitted.

"Did she do something?" Mai Sakurajima frowned. She thought about the fireworks display today, and then about his trip to Tokyo with Eriri a while ago. She hesitated. "Eriri... confessed to you?"

“If that’s the case, it’s actually not so bad.” Nomiyama smiled wryly. “She came in front of Yukinoshita and directly provoked her.”

"In front of Yukino?" Mai Sakurajima pondered these words carefully.

Heh, it would be best if it were blown up.

I stretched out my foot, stepped on him, and turned around.

With her back to him, Mai Sakurajima strode forward, a slight smile playing on her lips, but her voice was cold: "You scumbag, figure it out yourself."