Rabudame Vol. 4 (continued after Vol. 3)
2024-06-xx
Prologue: When You Can't Have a Romantic Comedy in Reality...

"Eh?"

Under the cloudy sky, on the roof where no one was around, I stopped walking as I couldn't comprehend the meaning of the booming school broadcast.

'—I repeat. 232 votes of confidence, 247 votes of no-confidence, and 475 invalid votes. As a result, Shiozaki, the student council president candidate, has been voted no-confidence.'

Murmurs filled the air, now uncomfortably loud, though they had seemed distant before.

—No-confidence?

No-confidence, eh?

Why...?

'Well... this is an extremely rare case, but according to the student council election regulations, Kongawa Yumi from class 2-7, who was voted in as vice-president, will be the winner by default—however—'

"W-wait a second!"

I shouted, trying to drown out the broadcast.

What the heck just happened!? How did this turn out to be a no-confidence vote when it was supposed to be a simple vote of confidence? How did it end up like this in a vote where there's never been a single no-confidence vote before!? Does that mean Shiozaki-senpai's campaign promises were taken so negatively!? No, wait, that's not it. That's not what's weird!

It's the number of invalid votes!

If it was just a majority of no-confidence votes, I could still understand. It would mean that everyone was against Shiozaki-senpai's campaign promises, and I could accept that.

But what does it mean that the invalid votes are an overwhelming majority?

Maybe there were a lot of spelling mistakes or writing errors... no, that's not it either. The ballot only required marking '◯' for confidence or '×' for no-confidence. There was no room for error.

There might be some jokers who marked '×' as a joke, but even then, the number seems too high. Could it just be a counting mistake? But with this many votes, they'd probably double-check—

"...What if."

What if. Just what if.

What if these invalid votes were actually a reflection of the entire student body's true will?

What would that mean?

"They don't care, just do whatever you want─" Are they trying to say something like that...? "—it's like they're telling us to get lost..."

My stomach dropped.

That online Q&A session, Shiozaki-senpai's speech...

Despite witnessing the passion and convictions of our seniors, everyone was still so...

"Why... is everyone so apathetic...?"

How can they be so indifferent?

Why aren't they inspired by those brilliant people?

Why... can't reality fit neatly into a romantic comedy...?

"Ugh, damn it!"

I slapped both my cheeks.

"Calm down...! First, I need to think about what to do next..."

That's right. I can't afford to relax here.

I need to gather information, find out the cause, and then decide on a course of action. If necessary, I might even need to plan some kind of 'event.'

"I refuse to accept this reality..."

"─You have no choice but to accept it."

Suddenly, a voice came from the entrance.

This roof is off-limits to regular students.

So the only person who comes here is always her.

"Ue─"

No.

That's wrong.

I turn around and look. Smooth, black hair. A skirt that's just a little shorter than the school regulations. A uniform that's just a little disheveled, giving it a casual look. Her hair, cut neatly at the shoulders, is straight and bobbed. And on the right side of her face, just below her eye, is her trademark beauty mark.

"K-Kiyosato-san...?"

Yes, there she is.

The "main heroine" of my "Project."

Without her usual smile.

Cold, frozen, expressionless.

She tucks her hair behind her right ear—and then speaks.

"There is no longer any hope for the reality you seek. So let's end it all here."

That day.

This reality, which started with a letter in my shoe locker, a reality I wanted to avoid starting if I could.

... Perhaps, surely.

It was a lot of fun, more brilliant than anything else, and I was completely satisfied.

And──
So that everyone can always smile.
Such an ideal, fiction──
Let's rewrite it into non-fiction.

*

"Wh-Why... are you here...?"

Nagasaka-kun looked at me with a blank expression.
Leaving Sachi-senpai, who was bewildered by the election results, I came up to the roof, bit my lip as I thought about the current situation, which had progressed exactly as I had predicted.

I guess... it always turns out like this.
Seeing the reality that had appeared once again, I felt truly disgusted.
I couldn't forgive myself for creating such a situation.
... No, that's wrong. That's no good.

No matter how much I bully myself, it won't accomplish my goal.
Since using this situation was the best option, and I decided to choose it, there's no point in complaining now.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to apologize to the person I made unable to smile, to the person I could only make unable to smile.
That's why I──freeze my heart.

To face the root of all evil.

"Numbers are easy to understand. They clearly show reality."
"Eh...?"
"Nagasaka-kun knows that better than anyone, right?"

Nagasaka-kun opened his eyes wide.
Numbers──in other words, objective information, data.

I had heard from Sachi-senpai that Nagasaka-kun was excellent at handling information.
And finally, I understood the reason for the discomfort I had always felt towards him──

The reason why he seemed like an unusual person.
──The Nagasaka-kun I knew always made the best choices.

In small things, like when chatting with someone. He would bring up a topic he knew the other person would definitely be interested in, and would steer the conversation in a way that would make the other person feel good.

For me, it would be about novels, for Tokiwa-kun, sports. For Torisawa-kun, it would be a topic that was sharp and challenging. Of course, the way he spoke and his tone would also be adjusted to suit the other person.

And he did this for everyone in the class──no, for even more people, for the whole grade, with a wide range of people.

Also, when someone was unsure about themselves, he would see through their wish of 'I wish I could be like this', show them a path to make it come true, and work on those around them.

The time when Ayumi had trouble, he stood out the most. He saw through Ayumi's true nature, which even her closest friend Hibiki-chan couldn't see, and presented the best answer.

And he made the class, which lacked unity, acknowledge that answer.
He chose and carried out only the best correct answers, without wasting anything.

A person who can do such a thing──is definitely not normal.
But I didn't understand why Nagasaka-kun wasn't normal.

Because he wasn't the type who was sensitive to the subtleties of people's hearts like Tokiwa-kun, nor the type who had a quick wit like Ayano-san or Torisawa-kun. I thought he was essentially similar to Ayumi, a natural and straightforward person.

That's why I was always curious about how he was able to do such things, and it was also the reason why I couldn't predict his actions.

First, I thought I had to unravel that, and in order to know how to deal with him, I watched what he was thinking and how he was moving, and I secretly contacted people related to him to ask about him, and I was busy collecting information.

──And then, before the election.
I intuitively understood when I heard about his specialty in investigating from Sachi-senpai, with whom I had somehow started communicating and even helping with her work.
──Nagasaka-kun had been skillfully using the information he had gathered in advance to preemptively make the best choices.

If that was the case, then his actions, which had been optimized unnaturally, made sense.

Even so, as the saying goes, 'easier said than done', I wondered if he could really do such a thing... but if you think about it, it might not be impossible. If he spent a lot of time and specialized in it.

In any case, I concluded that information, data, was the weapon that made him an unusual person, and the source of his strangeness.

──That's why I.
By deliberately giving Nagasaka-kun the information he relied on.
I decided to make him understand reality.

"──Those numbers are the proof. Most of the students in this school, the 'normal people', have grown cold because of this farce of an election."
"Farce... election...?"

Nagasaka-kun, who had been frantically moving his eyes, stopped.

"From what I've heard, 'It's creepy how they're getting excited on their own', 'Don't involve me', 'It seems troublesome whether they win or lose', 'It's a waste of time from beginning to end'──"

"... ..."

"'You're reading too many manga'."

Hearing those words, Nagasaka-kun clenched his fists tightly.

I wouldn't miss that reaction.
──After all, that's it.

The ideal destination you, who isn't ordinary, envisions──that's it, isn't it?

I grit my teeth in my heart and continue speaking as calmly as I can.

"Shiozaki-senpai's passionate performance didn't just fall flat, it seems it had the opposite of the intended effect. Everyone got bored as soon as they heard it."

"......"

"The same goes for Sachi-senpai's online Q&A session. At first, everyone seemed to be enjoying it because it was novel, but when they calmed down and thought about it, they apparently thought, 'It's just a ploy to get votes.'"

"......!"

"Some people even went as far as to call her a 'mentally unstable attention-seeker.' People who don't know anything about Sachi-senpai, people who are unrelated to her, were saying these things. And there's more─"

"Ki─ Kiyosato-san!"

Nagasaka-kun's voice overlapped with mine as he shouted, unable to hold back any longer.

Then, he suddenly realized something and made a sound with his mouth.

"Ah, Kiyosato-san... that... uh..."

Hmm...?

"Why... suddenly... about what everyone else thinks?"

His question was ambiguous, and I couldn't quite grasp what he was trying to say. He was probably confused and his thoughts were disorganized.

However, I could guess what Nagasaka-kun wanted to know.

"I wanted you to know the end result if you continued down this path. That's why I came here to tell you."

"The, end result...?"" "Yes. I knew from the start that this election would turn out strange."

"─ What!?"

That being said, I didn't do anything special to manipulate this election result.

For example, I didn't manipulate public opinion to make them lose trust or control their actions to cast blank votes... It's impossible to even attempt such things.

I just gave a little push so that everyone's attention would turn to Sachi-senpai and Shiozaki-senpai─ people who are trying to do something out of the ordinary. I made the likely reactions of 'ordinary people' more visible, whether big or small.

...Yes.

I just knew that this would happen.

"'Ordinary people'─ when they feel like they're about to be involved in something out of the ordinary, or when there's someone unusual near them, they absolutely cannot accept it."

"..."

"It has nothing to do with whether what they're trying to do is good or bad. They just reject anyone who deviates from their sense of common sense as a 'strange person' and say they 'don't want to be involved.'"

"............"

"As a result, it ends up like this, with an outcome that makes everyone unhappy. It doesn't just affect the people involved but also those around them."

"......No one... is happy..."

Nagasaka-kun mutters like he's in a daze.

I nod silently and take a step forward.

─ And.

In this reality, the one who started doing unusual things, involving "ordinary people"─

"Nagasaka-kun."

Is you.

"People like us, who try to realize our unusual ideals─ just by existing, we make everyone around us unhappy."

─ It was me, in the past.

Nagasaka-kun's eyes widened, and he took a step back as if he were staggering.

"Me... us...?"

Nagasaka-kun started to say something but then clenched his teeth as if to hold back.

"No... I'm sorry, but I have to go now."

And then he started walking away from me in a hurry.

I quickly added, "Maybe you're thinking that you need to do some proper research first? That you need to gather information and then decide what to do based on that... together with Ayano, right?"

"Eh...!?"

"I don't think that's necessary. I intended to give you all the information you need to make a decision from the very beginning."

I tucked the hair that was clinging to my cheeks behind my ears and looked around.

—In the face of an irregular election result, the student council was in disarray. The teachers were preoccupied with meetings to decide whether or not to accept these results, leaving them no room to spare attention for anything else. Even if we were a little late in returning the key to the rooftop, it shouldn't have been a problem.

And Ayano, who would likely have been the biggest obstacle, had been properly detained.

I sighed and leaned my back against the wall of the rooftop storage shed.

The sky above was covered in thick, dark gray clouds. Even if it didn't rain, the blue sky felt distant—such was the state of the sky.

"...I'm going to tell you now why I knew this would happen."

—And so, I began to speak.

Once upon a time, there was an unusual me.

What I aimed for and what I achieved...

"This happened when I was in middle school—"

—The conclusion of reality.


Main Story Prologue: The Conclusion of Reality

"Everyone, good work! And now──cheers to A-class's victory──kanpai!!!"

"Kanpai!!!!"

The sound of glasses clinking filled the air as our victory celebration began.

Today was the annual sports festival before summer vacation. The sports festival is an event held at Akagawa Middle School, where I attend. The boys compete in soccer and basketball, while the girls compete in volleyball and handball. And our class 3-A emerged victorious, with both the boys and girls taking first place in the overall score! We had a lot of athletes, and our secret pre-festival training paid off, allowing us to win by a large margin.

Now, we are at the after-party. We first had a grand karaoke party with the entire class, and then moved to a family restaurant for the second party. It was almost dinner time, and everyone had their own schedules to adhere to, so we had made it optional. But despite that, most of our classmates were here.

That's right—our class is also the most united in the school.

The students' favorite, the Naizeria in front of Nishikyu Hands, is bustling as always. Since it's always packed, it was a good idea to make a reservation in advance. The place isn't that big, and we had more participants than expected, so we had to split into a few groups, though.

"You were amazing today, Kiyosato!" "Thanks for everything, Mei!" "Yo, Class Rep!"

"Cheers, cheers!"

I laughed and went around, clinking glasses with everyone.

At the same time, I kept an eye on the seating arrangements at each table.

—Mitchie and Komaba, the best friends, are sitting next to each other, so that's okay. The tight-knit Fujimi group is all together at one table, so that's fine too. Takaitodo and Matsubara seem to be having fun together. Kugami and Hamata are a couple who recently had a fight, so they're keeping their distance, as expected. Hmm, what else...

"Ikenoue-kun, I can't reach you—come over here!"

"Ah, y-yeah!"

I called over Ikenoue-kun, who was about to be isolated in a separate location.

"Good work today! You shone in basketball!"

"Really?"

He lowered his gaze and scratched his cheek.

Well, he's probably half embarrassed about being praised and half thinking that he didn't stand out that much.

It's true that he didn't make any flashy shots or showy plays, but he supported everyone with his experience in basketball. Since he's naturally shy, he's probably holding back.

I made a snap judgment and thought about what to do next.

Just then, I looked around and caught the eye of a girl who was glancing at me—Mitchie.

Hmm, as I thought.

In that case, I'll do this.

"Hey, right before the three-pointer in the first half, you made a no-look back pass, right? Mitchie saw that too, didn't she?"

I casually brought up the topic.

"Yeah, I saw that! I thought it was amazing!"

As expected, Mitchie eagerly jumped into the conversation.

"I thought, 'He's got eyes in the back of his head!'"

"Really? I don't think it was that big of a deal, though..."

Seeing Ikenoue blush at Mitchie's praise, I pulled him to the seat next to hers.

"Here, the person of merit sits here—cheers!"

"C-cheers!"

"Cheers! Hey, Ikenoue, why didn't you play basketball for our middle school? You're so good at it—"

Yup, that's good.

Mitchie seems outgoing but is actually shy. But once she starts talking, she won't stop, so I probably don't need to help anymore.

I quietly left the two of them chatting amicably and took a breather at the drink bar, sighing, "Phew."

—Okay, the atmosphere is nice and warm now. From here on out, the party will liven up naturally.

It's a pity if everyone who came to the party doesn't have a good time.

It was only natural that I, Kiyosato Mei, would do my best for this ─ no, not as the class representative, but as myself.

After once again confirming that everything was fine from a distance, I guzzled down the remaining juice in my glass.

"Well then, I guess I'll head back to my seat too."

I refilled my drink and, along the way, apologized profusely to the annoyed waiter who reminded us to keep it down as they had other customers around, before finally returning to my spot.

In the far corner, there was a four-person table.

There sat—

"You did well, Mei. I saved a spot for you next to me."

"You're late, Miss Popular! I've been waiting forever!"

"Well, just sit down already."

─My dearest friends.

My close-knit group of friends were all waiting with smiles on their faces.

I smiled back at them and took my seat. Then, I gulped down the white grape juice I had brought and exhaled.

"Ahh, my overworked throat is finally recovering!"

"Will you stop drinking so ungracefully? You're spilling it."

"It's called 'letting loose,' Mi-chan."

"You're using that wrong. ...Hey, look at me."

Mi-chan ─ my best friend since elementary school, Minagawa Miharu, sighed in exasperation and wiped my mouth with a handkerchief.

In front of me were her perfectly shaped eyebrows, and through her glasses, I could see her beautiful black eyes. Her shiny black hair was tied up in a ponytail, and her long eyelashes and small, pursed lips looked like ripe, juicy cherries.

Hmm, hmm, hmm...

"Let's get married, Mi-chan."

"..."

"Ahh, stop! Don't pinch my belly fat without saying anything!"

My belly fat screamed in pain.

"Hahaha, Mei, you're so weird. What kind of thought process leads to that?"

The boy sitting across from me ─ Zom-kun, Mitaka Nozomu, showed his trademark canine teeth as he laughed childishly. "That's probably why you don't have a boyfriend."

"Hmph. I guess the wooden-headed Zom-kun can't understand a girl's heart."

When I waved my hand and replied, Zom-kun widened his slightly rounded eyes in surprise.

"Wooden-headed? What does that mean?"

"It means you're a tactless idiot, right?"

This time, the boy with soft, fluffy hair ─ Omori Asahi, sitting next to Zom-kun, said with a bored expression as he leaned on his cheek.

Then, he continued, his droopy eyes now looking straight at me.

"Perfect for Mitaka."

"Huh? Are you picking a fight with me, Asahi?"

"Kiyosato said it first. You're barking up the wrong tree."

"Hmm, you're deliberately using difficult words. Huh?"

... And so on, the two boys started bickering.

Oh, these two.

"Hey, you two, calm down..."

As sparks flew between them, Mi-chan tried to get in between them.

Perhaps due to the slight change in atmosphere, a few classmates sitting at a distance turned their heads toward us.

Noticing this, I quickly clapped my hands.

"Hey, hey, you're making Mi-chan uncomfortable. If you want her that badly, you'll have to get through me first!"

"Mei, it's because you're joking around like this in the first place─"

"Ahh, spare my fat!"

With a joking tone, I shouted and rose to my feet, wriggling about. Seeing this, my classmates let out a wry smile, thinking, "Oh, it's just her being her usual self," and returned to their conversations.

─Phew, what a relief. I hope that came off as a gag.

Of course, neither of us is foolish enough to get into a serious fight here, but you never know if our classmates, unaware of the situation, might feel uncomfortable. Better safe than sorry.

As I sat back down, satisfied with my performance, Zom-kun let out a sigh and said, "Mei, if only you didn't have that disappointing side to you, you'd be perfect..."

"Hey, what do you mean by disappointing? I express my deepest regrets!"

"And you use phrases like 'express my deepest regrets' with such a smug look on your face. Are you even normal?"

"E-E-Excuse me, you're betraying me too, Omori-kun?"

"Honestly, no matter how old he gets, he's still a primary school boy at heart..."

"Mi-chan!? And you're treating me like a guy!?"

Everyone burst into laughter, and I joined in as well.

─Yup, as I thought.

This is the best, being able to laugh together like this.

*

Amidst the commotion, we continued chatting and reflecting on the day's events. "─And then, I thought to myself, 'If I don't score here, I'd be lying!' So I jumped out and scored a perfect header!"

"Wow! That must've been so exciting!"

Zom-kun excitedly narrated the entire story of his championship goal.

It happened during the volleyball finals, so even though we knew the result, we didn't know the details.

"It was the last minute, so it was really intense. Everyone was shouting, 'A hero is born!'"

Mitachi said with a gentle laugh.

Haa, as always, Zom-kun has a way with words. He's a natural-born star, always shining brightest at the most opportune moments.

Zom-kun nodded vigorously with his arms crossed.

"And that sense of unity at that moment... it was just amazing!"

Then, with a carefree smile, he grinned broadly.

─Zom-kun is an innocent and pure-hearted boy.

His mouth may be foul, and he may be rough around the edges, but there's something about him that makes him hard to hate. He has a lovable personality that naturally draws people to him, and he possesses a charismatic presence that captivates everyone around him.

We first became classmates when we moved up from the elementary division to the middle school division, and we immediately hit it off. Ever since then, we've remained close friends. At least, he's the person I get along with the best out of all the boys.

By the way, he's also very tall, over 180 cm, and good at sports, so he's quite popular with the girls. I wouldn't be surprised if there were double-digit girls across all grades who have a crush on him. Not that I'm bragging or anything, just stating facts.

"Wasn't I amazing? I'm so cool, aren't I?"

Well, since he's basically still a kid, he tends to say things he shouldn't. "Mitachi-kun, you really shouldn't say those things about yourself..."

Mi-chan seemed to be thinking the same thing, as she let out an exasperated sigh.

"Miharu-chan, you can praise me too, you know? Come on, come on!"

"Umm... sorry, but to be honest, it's a bit annoying..."

"Wow, that honest opinion of yours really hurts."

Zom-kun clutched his chest and slumped onto the table, unable to handle Mi-chan's blunt rejection.

As always, Mi-chan is brutally honest... I think she could've softened the blow a bit. But it's fine since it's Zom-kun.

"It's not like you hit a home run or anything. It was just a simple header."

Omori-kun, who had been calmly playing with his phone, suddenly chimed in.

Zom-kun looked up, his face full of reproach.

"Hey, that pass was way too high! Only I could've reached that!"

"If you don't make use of your height in situations like this, then what's the point of being so tall?"

"Wha... Be grateful for my incredible jumping ability!"

"Yeah, yeah, thanks for that."

Omori-kun shrugged, looking a bit exasperated.

I see, so Omori-kun was the one who passed the ball. In that case, he's saying that it was a pass that only Zom-kun could've received.

Omori-kun is incredibly versatile. He has a cool and collected demeanor and effortlessly excels in both academics and sports.

Compared to other guys his age, who tend to be more passionate, he has a calm and level-headed perspective on things. He's a rare type among his peers.

By the way, he's also a good-looking guy with a salt-face, and he's just as popular with the girls as Zom-kun.



"Ah, Asahi, instead of doing something boring like being a library committee member, let's join the soccer club!"

"I'll pass, I don't want to sweat."

"Ah, you're as indifferent as ever, aren't you?!"

It's not that he lacks a cooperative spirit, but he doesn't seem too keen on interacting with others, which is a bit of a flaw...
I think he's the only one who thinks like an adult, so the people around him seem childish to him. That's why he puts up a wall between himself and his classmates.

Also, because he can be sarcastic and a bit scheming, he's not very well-liked by the boys, and he tends to be isolated in class.

"Well, whatever, it's Asahi. But seriously, be diligent during the sports festival! You're the only one who matches me in the three-legged race."

"I really don't like being paired with Mitaka."

"It's decided!"

But Zom-kun doesn't mind at all, and he always pulls Omori-kun into the circle of the class.

Their personalities are completely opposite, and they're always arguing... On the contrary, their mismatched relationship seems to work, and they often stick together, even while bickering.

They seem to be what you'd call "frenemies."

—I knew it, bringing these two together was the right decision.

It was a bit of a gamble, but I somehow felt that they would get along. My intuition has always been spot-on.

As I was thinking about this, Mi-chan suddenly looked down, her face darkening.

"Everyone is good at sports. I'm just a burden..."

She pouted, still feeling bitter about not winning a single time. Ah, there she goes again, flipping that switch.

I clapped my hands.

"No negativity allowed! No one said you have to win, did they?"

"Yeah, Mi-chan was doing manager-like things instead. That's how it is, right?"

Zom-kun and I tried to cheer her up, but Mi-chan wasn't convinced.

"I was just doing odd jobs. I didn't need to do them either."

Then, she stuck out her chin and turned away.

Mi-chan seems gentle, but she's actually quite stubborn. Once she makes up her mind, it's hard to change it.

Her strong will is one of her best qualities, but it's also a problem when it manifests as self-depreciation.

"I think you're much better than those jocks," Omori-kun said, maintaining his carefree stance.

"You're raising the class average, Shinagawa. In terms of contribution, you're way ahead of them."

"Eh... really?"

"Isn't that right? At least, you're better than those brawny guys who can only shine twice a year."

"Hey, are you talking about me, Asahi-kun?"

"If you know it, then change it."

Watching their exchange, Mi-chan's face softened into a smile.
Phew, she seems to have cheered up.

Mi-chan tends to be negative due to past experiences, but it mainly stems from a lack of self-confidence.

As Omori-kun said, she's academically at the top of the grade, and she has many other good qualities. I always wish she would focus on her strengths instead of her weaknesses.

Also, she's just so cute. Even as a fellow girl, I think so. She should be more aware of her charm and take pride in it.

"Th-thank you, Omori-kun," Mi-chan said, looking up at him.

"It's nothing. It's not like you need to thank me."

"No, it's not that... I'm just glad that you noticed me," she whispered.

Omori-kun shrugged and returned his gaze to his phone.
I smiled at their interaction and took a sip of my juice.

—As you may have guessed from their conversation.
Mi-chan seems to have a crush on Omori-kun.

I met Omori-kun when we were in the same class this year, but they were also classmates last year and got to know each other through the library committee.

Mi-chan can be blunt, like she was with Zom-kun earlier. It's because she has a strong sense of responsibility, but people who don't know her well often misunderstand her. There was an issue in the library committee, and Omori-kun stepped in to help her.

Omori-kun may come across as harsh, but he's kind and considerate at heart. I think he understood what Mi-chan was trying to say and subtly threw her a lifeline. That's the kind of person he is.




Main Story Chapter 1: The Pinnacle of Happiness


Interlude: Boys' Talk


Main Story Chapter 2: Summer Vacation Arc


Interlude: The Gap Between "Ordinary"


Main Story Chapter 3: Preparing for the School Festival


Interlude: The Isolation from "Ordinary"


Main Story Chapter 4: The School Festival


Interlude: The Disconnect from "Ordinary"


Main Story Chapter 5: Reality


Main Story Epilogue: The Ideal Conclusion - A Bad End


Main Story Afterword: Such an "Ideal" Reality, I Refuse to Accept


Epilogue: When "Everyone" Decided They Couldn't Have a Romantic Comedy in Reality


Behind the Scenes: Contract Termination


??? Route Branching Choices: Turning Points


Afterword