"Sorry, did you wait too long?"
"Ah, no, it's fine. I haven't been waiting for so long."
No, Hina waited for quite a while, as she hurriedly left the school, thinking to leave with him, and what they would do later at night, making her unable to calm down, wishing to be as close to him as possible.
"Should we go now?"
Hina asked as she looked at him with a melting gaze.
"...."
Nifuji looked at her hand that grasped his tightly, before he sighed as he held her hand together, rubbing them, as he could feel how cold they were.
"How about we eat first?"
While having sex with Hina was tempting, especially when she dressed like a good teacher be, it gave him a forbidden feeling to hold someone that he shouldn't be, as a teacher was a sacred job, yet here he was about to hold her in the hotel room, as she would scream like a lewd animal, letting him to do whatever with her body.
Whether it was her lips, hands, feet, boobs, mouth, or even her vagina, all of them would be tainted by him tonight, and when he thought about all of that, it made his pants a little tight.
Still, Hina, who felt warm by his casual act, noticed his aggressive eyes, which made her heart beat so fast. "I-I know a good place. Let's eat there."
"Sure."
"Okay, come on! Let's go there as soon as possible, so that way, it won't be full!"
Yup, she wanted to go to eat as soon as possible, but it wasn't because she wanted to be held by him as soon as possible~!
Definitely~!
"You are so adorable."
"Right?"
"....." Nifuji.
As she looked at his rolled eyes, Hina laughed happily as she clung to his side, talking about many things.
"It's a little cold, so let's go now."
"Okay."
Spring might have just come, but rain in this country came randomly, and it was impossible to predict, even though weather predictions and satellites existed; fortunately, it was over, and they could have their dinner together.
As for his car, it was taken by Eri since it was impossible for him to take the car to go with another woman, right?
Instead of using that car, Nifuji felt that he might as well get another car so that way it would be easier, but frankly, using a private vehicle to go on a date with another woman was quite troublesome, as he needed to clean up all the traces of his adventures since in many cases, many women loved to leave their items, or some of their hair on the car, which needed extra attention or else, it wouldn't be good if Eri or Mayuri noticed them.
They might not say anything and accept it, but even so, Nifuji felt that he needed to take care of their hearts since once he could do that, doing something without paying of their attentions, he knew that he would lose control and would continue to disrespect them, and make them worthless, which was something that he would avoid since as he had always said, he cared about them.
'I hope that I can have such a feeling forever.'
Yes, it is impossible for one to remain the same forever, and as we walk forward in our lives, we change, continue to either progress or walk down the spiral of negativity.
All of the women that he was with had given him a chance to be a better man, and even gave him rewards, so he could live a better life, gaining a better future, so of course, with everything that he had gained, if he treated them like a disposable item, could he even be called a man?
Regardless, the two had their fun walking together, as it had been a while since they were together.
It was seven at night, and the city had transformed into a canyon of light.
The air is thick with humidity and the smell of rain on hot asphalt. It's drizzling lightly—a "fox rain"—turning the pavement into a liquid mirror that reflects the chaos above. The ground glows with inverted neon: electric pinks from karaoke signs, harsh whites from convenience stores, and the deep reds of brake lights.
The shhh-shhh sound of hundreds of tires slicing through wet pavement and the clicking of heels rushing toward the station.
They walk past a row of vending machines glowing like monolithic idols. A black taxi cruises by, its automatic rear door snapping open with a mechanical hiss to swallow a businessman. The crowd is a sea of clear plastic umbrellas, bobbing up and down like jellyfish in a dark ocean.
"Is it close?"
"Yes, we're close."
As they walked, the sky started to drizzle, but when Nifuji thought of getting an umbrella, Hina stopped her as they were close. He was in doubt, but as she was confident, he decided to trust her. As the drizzle started to get intense, they moved faster.
They turn off the main thoroughfare into a quieter, narrower lane. Here, the noise drops away, muffled by the buildings' density.
"Here it is!"
Tucked between a noisy Pachinko parlor and a narrow apartment complex is "L'Amant Cafe." It is wood-paneled, stained a dark mahogany, looking like a piece of 1970s Showa-era history left behind by the city. A glass case to the left of the door holds "Sampuru" (plastic food models)—a glossy plate of spaghetti napolitan and a perfect, fake parfait, illuminated by a warm, yellow bulb.
"Come in! Come in! Their spaghetti napolitan is the best! You should try it!"
"Okay, I will trust you this time."
Holding his hand tightly, Hina pushed the heavy wooden door with a brass handle and a small bell that chimes softly when pushed.
As they step inside, the sensory overload of Tokyo vanishes.
The frantic electronic noises of the street are replaced by a soft, scratchy Jazz record playing from a turntable behind the counter. The only other sounds are the clinking of ceramic on wood and the hiss of a steam wand frothing milk.
"Welcome~!"
The space feels curated and serene, yet warm enough for an intimate dinner. The design philosophy is wabi-sabi meets Scandinavian chic—finding beauty in simplicity and natural imperfections.
"Welcome~!"
The waitress welcomed the two politely and sweetly, yet a voice immediately destroyed all the warmth.
"Hina-nee?"
Nifuji quickly turned his head and saw a high school student, who appeared to be as shocked upon seeing the two. "Is it your little brother?" The word "-nee" in how he called Hina made him think that this high school student was the step-little brother that she talked about before.
"Ah, um..." Hina answered awkwardly before she looked at her little brother with confusion, but her hand never let Nifuji's hand go. "Natsuo-kun?"
Yet, Natsuo's eyes quickly focused on their hands, before he looked at Nifuji, whose face made him feel inferior, and with how his aura was, it made him feel inferior, as he was just a high school student, but when he thought of Hina's situation, he bravely stepped forward as he released all of his emotions "Please break up with Hina-nee!"
"...." Everyone.