In the end, the two children came into this world a dozen days apart.
The transfer student brought her child and went to find the male protagonist.
The childhood sweetheart, holding her own child, softened when she heard the news.
She asked the male protagonist to marry the transfer student first, while she would raise the child alone.
After the male protagonist got married, he still worried about her and often came to visit.
Slowly, the two children grew up.
The transfer student and the childhood sweetheart could now sit together and talk about their daily lives.
The male protagonist watched them from a distance and whispered,
"Finally succeeded."
As soon as those words were spoken, a group of girls in the cinema began scolding the male lead for being terrible.
It turned out that the male protagonist had deceived everyone.
His yasashii nature had been nothing but an act.
{T/N: "Yasashii", means "gentle" or "kind". }
He had known that his childhood sweetheart was kind and forgiving, so he planned to make her leave first, then forged a medical report showing that she was pregnant.
As a result, the childhood sweetheart believed she was with child and accepted his tearful apology.
In truth, the child was born only after they got back together.
The male protagonist had deliberately delayed going to the hospital until he was sure she was really pregnant.
{T/N:...too many loopholes in the movie}
The transfer student was also completely deceived. After giving birth, she panicked and begged the male protagonist to return to her.
And the male protagonist agreed to marry her as well.
In the end, both women softened their hearts and silently accepted each other's existence.
At the very end of the movie—
The male protagonist walked up to them, smiling, holding three ice creams.
The two women smiled at each other.
The screen faded to black.
The movie was over.
{T/N: What a happy ending}
Akira Fujimiya felt their gazes on him.
"Fujimiya-kun, you really look like the male protagonist," Yukinoshita Yukino said coldly, as she pinched his legs.
"Fujimiya-kun, you're awful," Yuigahama Yui muttered, her expression a mix of amusement and embarrassment.
"I'm different from that guy," Akira said quickly. "I don't have any underhanded plans. I'm truly yasashii, believe me."
He held both girls' hands earnestly.
"Hmph."
Yukino and Yui glanced at each other, then let go of his hands at the same time.
They turned and walked away together.
After a few steps, both of them started laughing softly.
Of course, they knew Akira was nothing like that movie's male protagonist.
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They all walked out of the cinema.
Akira glanced back at the movie poster.
The three people on the cover wore sailor uniforms, yet the story had unexpectedly continue in that direction.
And in the end, the protagonist's manipulative plan had actually succeeded?
Did the director really think that was a happy ending?
Akira couldn't understand it.
What was even more absurd was that several couples had stopped holding hands as they left the theater because of that movie.
"Senpai, you don't have the same kind of plan as the male protagonist, right?" Isshiki Iroha asked playfully, tilting her head.
"Yeah, sure," Akira replied dryly, rolling his eyes.
"I believe in you, Senpai. You'd never deceive a girl like that guy did," Iroha said with a small smile.
"Thank you for the vote of confidence, Kouhai." Akira reached out and patted her lightly on the head.
Ebina Hina and Miura Yumiko came out a momentcinema—they had gone to the restroom after the movie ended.
Ebina spotted Akira and gave him a knowing smile.
Yumiko, however, hesitated, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.
"Fujimiya-kun, we're heading to my apartment," Yukino said, waving to him. "Please take the others home."
The Yukinoshita family's car was pulled up in the front gate.
Akira watched as Yukino and Yui got inside and drove away.
"I have something to take care of something, Fujimiya-kun. Please take Yumiko home," Ebina said as she came over, smiling mysteriously before walking off.
And just like that, only Miura Yumiko and Isshiki Iroha remained by Akira's side.
"Senpai, I don't want to be a bother—"
Before Iroha could finish, Akira gently took her small hand.
Iroha blinked, startled, glancing up at him.
Then Akira extended his other hand toward Miura Yumiko.
Yumiko blushed slightly, but hurried to his side and slipped her arm through his.
"Yumiko and I will take you home," Akira said casually.
"O-okay…" Iroha murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Yumiko's face lit up with a quiet joy.
If Akira was sending Iroha home first… then she would be the last one left with him.
...
Iroha's home was located in a quiet, upscale residential area.
The three of them took the train and walked for a few minutes before arriving.
Judging by the appearance of the house, her family seemed quite well-off.
"Are you perhaps the eldest daughter of a wealthy family?" Akira asked lightly as they stopped in front of the door.
"I don't have the kind of background Yukinoshita-senpai has. My family's pretty ordinary," Iroha said quickly, shaking her head.
Seeing that, Akira didn't press further.
Iroha unlocked the door and stepped inside, taking out two pairs of guest slippers.
The three of them entered the cozy living room together.
"I'll grab some drinks," Iroha said, heading to the refrigerator and returning with two cup of black tea.
"Senpai, it's getting late. Shall I prepare something for you?" she asked, glancing between them.
"Sure," Akira said with a grin. "Let's see what kind of cooking skills you have, Isshiki."
"Well… Senpai, you can look around while I'm cooking—but don't go into my room," Iroha warned, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"I understand," Akira said solemnly. "Then I'll go to your room immediately."
Iroha's face turned completely red. "S-Senpai!"
Flustered, she hurried to her bedroom, muttering something under her breath.
Akira chuckled, picking up the cup, and took a sip. Yumiko followed, taking a sip, silently.
After a few minutes, Iroha reappeared.
"Senpai, it's okay now," she said softly.
"There's no need to check right now," Akira replied meaningfully.
Her face flushed again, realizing what he meant. She quickly turned and escaped into the kitchen.
As the kitchen door closed, Akira turned toward Yumiko and gently took her hand.
"Yumiko," he said quietly, "let's find a spot and practice how you should react when I kiss you."
"W-what? But this is—" Yumiko stammered, her face turning crimson.
"It's fine," Akira said in a low, calm tone. "The Kouhai won't notice."
"…Alright," Yumiko whispered, her heart pounding as she nodded shyly.
Akira leaned closer, the air between them growing still.
Yumiko froze, her heart pounding catching as his eyes softened, leaning forward nervously.
Their lips met, softly, almost uncertainly.
Yumiko's eyes fluttered shut, her heart racing at the unfamiliar warmth.
It was gentle—passionate, yet real enough to make her mind go blank.
Akira drew back slightly, a small smile touching his lips before he leaned in again.
This time, his movements carried a teasing rhythm, light and playful, testing her reactions.
As he taste her soft lips.
Yumiko made a quiet sound of surprise, flustered and unsure, her hands trembling before she found herself leaning closer instead of pulling away.
The awkwardness faded little by little, replaced by something quieter—acceptance, and a shy kind of trust.
When they finally parted, neither spoke.
Yumiko's face was crimson, her thoughts scattered, while Akira only gave a small, knowing grin as he lean towards her again.
Yumiko seeing him closed her eyes as she waited for what to come.
...
After a while, Iroha finished cooking. When she came out of the kitchen, she saw Yumiko sitting on the sofa, her face flushed red and eyes slightly dazed.
Countless images flashed through Iroha's mind, and she nearly dropped the tray in her hands.
"What's wrong, Kouhai?" Akira asked casually, noticing her hesitation.
"N-nothing. Dinner's ready. Please come to the table, Senpai, Yumiko-senpai," Iroha said quickly, escaping back toward the dining area.
Akira and Yumiko followed her to the table.
Iroha brought out the dishes she'd prepared—simple, comforting Japanese home-style food, complete with a steaming bowl of miso soup.
The three sat together and enjoyed the meal.
After finishing, Akira leaned back slightly and looked at Iroha.
"Nice dinner," he said, smiling. "Hopefully, I'll get to try your breakfast next time."
"If you like it, Senpai," Iroha said, returning the smile, "I'll make my signature breakfast for you."
She paused for a moment, then lowered her gaze, smiling softly.
"It's getting late," Akira said, glancing at the time. "We should get going."
"Well then, Senpai, Yumiko-senpai—please come visit again sometime," Iroha said, walking them to the door.
The two stepped out, and she waved as they disappeared down the quiet street.
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Akira didn't take Miura Yumiko back to her house that night.
Instead, he brought her to a seaside hotel.
The two watched the sunset together from the beach, the evening light painting the sky with shades of red and gold.
Akira continued to gently guide Yumiko, teaching her—his words low, his tone patient.
Yumiko listened carefully, her cheeks flushed, learning more than she'd expected to.
When the sun finally disappeared beyond the horizon, the two walked along the rocks near the shore.
The night air was cool, and the sound of waves filled the silence.
Akira took a few photos of Yumiko standing by the sea, the twilight glow outlining her figure.
He handed her phone back to her.
"There shouldn't be any taxis around at this hour," he said, glancing toward the dark road.
"R-really?" Yumiko asked, looking back uncertainly.
Akira smiled faintly. "Let's stay at the seaside hotel tonight. We can return tomorrow morning."
Yumiko froze for a moment, then nodded slowly, her face turning red. "O-okay… I'll call home."
She stepped a few paces away, pulling out her phone, while Akira quietly watched her from where he stood—his expression unreadable calm the fading starlight.
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