The long-awaited Saturday.
The day came when I promised to go to the festival with my first-year junior, Nao Minato.
However, I received a direct call from her this morning, and the content of the call was to postpone the appointment by one day.
[senior! I’m sorry! My mom suddenly made an important appointment related to casting, so today is going to be tough! Will it be okay tomorrow instead?]
yes but what to do
I said it was okay, but I couldn’t bear to say that I couldn’t meet because I had an appointment tomorrow.
and-
[Kim Yoo-seong, if it’s okay, won’t we go to the festival tomorrow? Karen has already been hired. At first, he hated it, but because you came, he said he would go too.]
A festival invitation from Sasha who suddenly contacted me.
Surprisingly, Minato, Rika, and Sasha all recommended the same festival.
In other words, it is not a double booking, but a triple booking.
And as a result,
“senior!”
“Ryu-chan!”
“Kim Yoosung!”
Three groups, each contacted separately, met in one place.
“……”
How did this happen?
***
summer festival.
In July and August, when the days get hotter every year, it is common for people in the shopping district to rent a nearby shrine and hold a festival.
As it is usually an annual event held all over Japan, the details vary from region to region or township.
However, what they have in common is that they end up with a spectacular fireworks display after seeing various stalls and lanterns hanging over their heads.
It is truly a place of festivals with friends, family and lovers.
But even on such a fine day, I was salivating with suffocating tension.
And the cause was the fight between the three women going on right in front of them.
“Senior made a promise to me first? You’re missing out on that one.”
“Ryu-chan decided to go around the festival with me! And who are you!”
“Rika, I’m sorry. You’re trying to eat alone on the subject of an alliance with Karen.”
Should I call it a three-way battle?
“Wow!”
With the exception of Karen, who is not sure what to do behind the scenes, the three women were standing opposite each other.
… Is this my karma?
It’s a perfect situation for a man to be branded trash if someone he doesn’t know sees it.
And the people around us chatted as they watched us to see if my prediction was correct.
“I think that person is a high school student recognized by the famous Yakuza around here…”
“It’s called heroic sensuality, but how many women are there….”
“How about that man in bed?”
eternal speech.
To be honest, I humbly accepted sharp criticism towards me because it was my fault that I could not refuse and accepted all the invitations.
And then, the three women looked at me at the same time and asked if they thought that fighting amongst themselves would not make a decision.
“Senior! Choose!”
“Ryu-chan! Choose!”
“Choose Kim Yoo-sung!”
“”My dear, is it me?””
At the moment when an option that seemed only to be destroyed was pushed, I showed my wits and suggested a third option.
“…If it’s like this before, how about we all go together?”
***
To be honest, my suggestion was only a workaround.
However, it seems that it was a reasonable choice for the three of them, who were in a situation to check each other.
As the five of them were moving together in a group, Minato asked a surprise.
“Senior, how about my yukata?”
It was only then that I could turn my attention to the yukata she was wearing.
A black yukata with red roses painted in intense colors.
As one of the three major beauties of the academy and an entertainer called the nation’s younger sister, her yukata was quite beautiful.
“Huh? Pretty.”
Then, as if competing, Rika next to her asked.
“Ryu-chan, am I?”
I turned my head to look at the green yukata Rika was wearing.
The yukata with a diamond-shaped pattern seemed to reveal her personality, who is interested in fashion.
“Rika, you too.”
Then, as if she couldn’t miss it, Sasha proudly unfolded her blue yukata with morning glory flowers on it.
This is the yukata that me and the president chose during Golden Week.
“It’s good to be happy. Kim Yoo-seong. Because you’re the first person I’ve ever seen wearing a yukata.”
“It’s such an honor.”
But it didn’t seem necessary to mention it, so I decided to move on quietly.
“I, how am I?”
The last thing I asked was Karen wearing a white yukata.
Contrary to her usual tough appearance, the girlish appearance she sometimes shows came to me with a pretty strong impression.
“You’re pretty too, Karen.”
“…thank you.”
I feel like I’ve become a praise machine for something like this.
Is it because I’m the only man?
That was when I was thinking about it.
“Ah! Kim-kun!”
I was faced with a support group I had never thought of.
“Sakamoto!”
It was the main character, Sakamoto Ryuji.
***
In a typical harem love comedy, it would have been Sakamoto Ryuji, the main character, who was struggling in the same situation now.
But, should I say it was a joke of fate, the situation turned around when most of the heroines were involved with me, except for Maiya Yaguchi, my childhood friend, and Yuika, my real sister.
“It’s a coincidence that we met here.”
“Hi brother.”
“Hello. Kim-kun.”
I don’t know what happened, but Yuikawa Yaguchi Maiya Sakamoto looked at us and bowed his head, holding his arms one by one.
Sakamoto looked at our group and asked playfully.
“Are you on a date? The gender ratio doesn’t seem right.”
“If you know, how about you help?”
“I’m already full of flowers in both hands.”
As Sakamoto trembled as he said that, the two men holding his arms blushed.
In fact, even if Yaguchi was like that, I thought that my younger sister, Yuika, wouldn’t do that, but I decided to understand it because it was a love-comedy worldview.
After all, Scramble Love was the total price.
Anyway, it’s a pity that we broke up right away, so we decided to go together for a while.
To be honest, I feel a bit out of breath now.
It is because it is more convenient to have a conversation with at least one man than with only women.
As I was going up the stone steps leading to the shrine grounds, Sakamoto asked.
“What have you been doing?”
“It’s me, um. I came from working out at home.”
“Kim seems to be exercising every day.”
“If you take a break because it’s vacation, you will lose muscle.”
“Haha, that’s right.”
At that moment, a foreign ghost who was chasing after me spoke to me.
“It’s good to be imitated. Contractor. Training every day is very important for a warrior.”
I decided to ask this question, trying not to be conscious of it as much as possible.
“By the way, Sakamoto, what kind of sport are you doing? When you played volleyball before, your movements were unusual.”
Then Sakamoto answered, scratching the back of his head as if embarrassed.
“It’s nothing special, and I’ve been learning jujutsu at the dojo run by Yaguchi’s father since I was young. It’s a high school called Mujinryu, and it helped me a lot in improving my stamina.”
is it innocuous?
It certainly doesn’t look like they did the battle water drift for nothing.
There must have been something like that in the background of the true heroine, Yaguchi.
“Ryuji, why don’t you tell me the pharaoh’s knuckle that I taught you?”
“Aww!”
As if he had lost patience with the continuous babbling, Sakamoto waved his hand towards the alien ghost as he said that.
But since I had to pretend I didn’t see it, I had no choice but to ask in a bewildered voice.
“Ryuji, why are you doing this all of a sudden?”
Then what about Sakamoto? and looked at me
“Ah, there are a lot of mosquitoes. Ah ha ha ha ha ha.”
I moved on thinking that you had a lot of trouble with his awkward smile.
“By the way, did I allow Yobiste?”
“uh?”
At Sakamoto’s point, I realized later that I was calling his first name, not his last name.
It’s all because of that ghost.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I called you by name without me knowing.”
“No, I didn’t mean to point that out, yes. Now I feel like I’m getting closer to Kim. Up until now, it felt like I had put up a wall.”
Sakamoto smiled shyly as he said that.
“From now on, you can call me Ryuji, so if it’s okay with you, can I also call you Yoosung instead of Kim?”
“…do whatever you like. Actually, I don’t care which way you call me.”
Unlike Japanese people who attach a lot of meaning to calling by name, I am a Korean who is more accustomed to calling by my first name than my last name.
Of course, we respect the cultural differences between the two countries.
As we walked while talking to each other like that, we arrived at the shrine grounds lined with stalls.
***
“Come on! Come on! I have takoyaki! 300 yen for six!”
“Buy apple candy! We even have octopus skewers!”
“They have delicious yakisoba!”
Street vendors lured passers-by by raising their voices and soliciting them.
To be honest, the food sold at this place is not that high quality.
Rather, there is a tendency to bubble in the price, but it is a law to buy and eat because of the atmosphere.
And because only high school students in their prime, we couldn’t pass up the feast of street food that captivated our eyes and ears.
“Shall we eat something?”
When I turned around while saying that, everyone nodded in unison.