As soon as Akira Fujimiya stepped out of Hoshiyuu Agency's office, he immediately saw Saori Shimizu standing outside.
She didn't greet him, didn't speak, didn't even give him a proper glance. She simply turned around and walked down the hallway as if expecting him to follow.
Akira hesitated for a moment. Then, with a soft sigh, he followed her.
The two walked in silence all the way to the parking lot.
Saori's car was undeniably expensive—luxury brand, polished, immaculate.
It suited her far too well.
She opened the passenger door and looked at Akira, an unspoken invitation in her eyes.
Akira sighed helplessly and got in.
The car began moving quietly through the evening traffic.
The silence between them lasted only a moment before Saori finally spoke, her eyes fixed on the road.
"The password for that bank card is my birthday. There's about fifty million yen inside. If you're willing to give me some of your time, I can offer you half of my annual income."
Akira looked at her with a faintly helpless expression.
"Your annual income isn't even close to my weekly income. You can keep it."
He placed the bank card back into Shimizu Saori's bag without hesitation.
"Then what do you want?" she asked, turning slightly toward him when they stopped at a red light.
"Why me?" Akira asked in return.
"The first time I saw you," she said calmly, "I was sure that I wanted to be with you."
"I don't believe in love at first sight." Akira looked at her seriously.
Yes, he doesn't believe in first sight love— Even for Yukino and Yui, it wasn't a love at first sight. He did told Yukino that he felt captivated with her at first sight but never said he love her at first sight, because it wasn't true. Even for Yui it was after they were introduced by Yumiko with each other, atfirst she might have developed a crush on him and their relationship developed very quickly but it wasn't love at first sight either.
Even for Yumiko he was first an option before he became her need, same with others.
Saori didn't argue.
She simply continued driving after the green signal, her eyes focused on the road at front.
Akira didn't disturb the silence again, as he atred outside the window.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a small house. Ordinary in size, but warm and well-kept.
Akira and Saori got out one after another.
She walked forward, opened the front door and glanced at him lightly.
Akira stepped inside, after some pause.
Saori brought him a pair of slippers and crouched down, helping him change out of his shoes. Akira didn't stop her—he simply watched her quietly trying to find the reason for her action.
After putting on the slippers, he walked into the living room.
Neither talking—
As Saori went to the kitchen.
Akira's eyes drifted to a slightly ajar door.
Her bedroom.
"Mind if I take a look at your room?" he asked.
"Please do. My home is your home," Saori's voice floated from the kitchen, calm and natural as if stating a very normal thing.
Akira opened the door.
The room was clean and neat overall. Minimalistic. Elegant.
But…
Akira's gaze landed on the table.
A framed photograph of him.
Then another.
Then several more.
All pictures of him — taken at different times, different places, different angles.
Some from events he remembered attending.
Some he had never noticed anyone taking.
He frowned slightly.
He truly had no idea how Saori had obtained these, or how she tracked him so well.
He hadn't sensed it at all.
Akira stared at them before walking out, closed the bedroom door and returned to the living room.
Saori was sitting on the sofa with a cups of hot tea placed neatly on the table before her.
Akira took a seat on the same sofa—but a little distance away.
Saori immediately moved closer.
When she gently leaned against him, she paused—almost shyly—but didn't move away.
Akira looked down at her.
There was a slight resemblance to Yukinoshita Yukino, but the feeling Saori gave was completely different.
Colder, yet oddly sincere.
"Do you like sailor uniforms?" Saori asked suddenly. "I can change into one. I also bought maid outfits and a few others. If you like, you can help me choose."
"I'm someone who values feelings," Akira said. "But you give me the impression that you don't feel anything at all. You know I can't accept that."
"What I want from you isn't love," Saori replied calmly, raising her head to meet his eyes. "And what you're giving me isn't love either."
"Ahem… I…"
"I'll go change. Wait for me." Saori stood up and walked toward her bedroom.
Akira watched the door close behind her.
A few minutes passed.
When Saori returned, she had changed into a sailor uniform remarkably similar to Sobu High School's. She approached Akira quietly, lifted his chin with delicate fingers, and leaned close.
"Call me senpai."
"S-Senpai…" Akira replied instinctively, before regretting.
{T/N: Weak, where did the calm and collective mc goes, why did he turn into this!}
Saori lowered her head and kissed him.
Akira didn't refuse.
He wanted to see just how far she intended to go.
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Two hours later,
Akira sat on the edge of Saori's bed, looking at the tired Saori quietly. The afternoon light dimmed through the curtains, softening the atmosphere around them.
He had confirmed what Saori had implied earlier.
He had already expected the answer, but the confirmation still surprised him when the moment came.
"Thank you," Saori whispered, her face still flushed pink.
She looked at him with eyes far softer than before.
Akira hesitated. "Is there anything you want? I feel like I owe you something."
"I don't want anything but you," Saori said, shaking her head gently as she held his hand.
"…Alright. I'll come see you again." Akira replied, slightly embarrassed.
"Next time," Saori added softly, "remember to bring that."
Akira nodded and stood up, leaving the bedroom quietly.
Saori watched the door as it closed, then slowly turned to look out the window, her expression unreadable.
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Akira left her home and began walking toward Sobu High School. Along the way, he thought about everything that had happened.
He still couldn't fully understand Saori Shimizu.
In the end, he could only categorize her as… a strange woman.
In their relationship, she was the one who took the initiative. Akira simply accepted what she offered.
He knew it wasn't a good thing. But—
Most men wouldn't refuse such a situation, especially when the other party didn't seem to harbor any ill intentions.
{T/N:....Am I the weird one}
What Saori wanted from him was extremely simple.
Was Akira helping someone? Or indulging someone?
He didn't know.
While drowning in these confusing thoughts, he eventually arrived at the tennis court.
Hikigaya Hachiman let out a breath of relief the moment he saw Akira.
He had been worried that Akira hadn't shown up yet. If he didn't appear, it would mean something happened between Akira and Komachi.
Seeing him now, Hachiman's anxiety eased.
Akira approached him with a sigh. "Komachi treated me to a movie and lunch. I was planning to continue my date with her, but since you're my good friend, I had no choice but to come here to find you."
"Stay away from Komachi," Hachiman said flatly.
"Still, holding hands with Komachi is in progress," Akira said with a teasing smile.
"If you dare to do anything Komachi, I will—"
"Alright, alright. Don't be angry. Komachi is your sister, so of course she's my sister too." Akira patted Hachiman's shoulder casually.
{T/F: What do you called your lover in china? }
Hachiman stared at Akira but didn't say anything more.
He knew Akira's level of shamelessness — Even if Komachi was smart, she could still be misled by him easily.
As long as Akira didn't have improper intentions, Komachi would be safe.
That was why Hachiman didn't warn Komachi.
He warned Akira instead.
While, they were conversing with each other—
The match between Hayama Hayato and Totsuka Saika had already finished.
Akira and Hachiman walked toward them.
Hachiman began serving.
His style was aggressive and straight-forward, relying on raw force.
But his momentum didn't last long.
Akira blocked the first attack easily, then countered with sharper, faster returns.
Hachiman immediately felt the pressure at the match drag on.
Before, Akira's tennis ability stood on par with Totsuka Saika's, That alone was already shocking.
But recently, Akira had learned something new.
A sea breeze blew across the court.
Hachiman served again.
Akira smiled faintly.
Not affected.
The sea breeze subtly changed the ball's trajectory.
Akira moved instantly and appeared underneath the ball as if he had predicted the shift in advance.
"This guy… he calculated the sea breeze?"
Hachiman muttered in disbelief as he watched Akira leap upward.
{T/N:....I don't understand why they used this kind of term in sports anime}
Bang.
The tennis ball slammed into the ground with force.
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