Chapter 30 Date 1 We're going to see a field of flowers, it's a date...
Saturday morning at 7:30, the sky was just beginning to lighten.
Perhaps she was too excited, because Risa opened her eyes before the alarm clock rang.
After washing up, she stood in front of the wardrobe and hesitated for a moment.
My fingertips brushed over various dresses and finally stopped on a moonlight-colored preppy dress.
"This one will do," she muttered to herself, taking off the dress and putting it on.
The girl in the mirror was slender and elegant.
The only drawback is that the long dress has a sailor collar design, which makes the neck area look a bit bare.
Risa opened the jewelry box and saw a pearl necklace among a pile of ornaments.
The beads are round and smooth with a warm, lustrous sheen.
It turned out to be genuine.
When I put it on, it perfectly filled the gap at the neckline.
At 8:15, everything was ready.
Risa took one last look at herself in the glasses, picked up her silver handbag, and went downstairs.
Kirihara Akaya is in his prime, getting up at six every day without fail, and is currently sprawled out on the sofa playing video games.
"Risa-nee, are you going out?"
The boy rarely saw his cousin dressed so formally. His gaze followed her from the stairs to the kitchen, lingering for a full half minute, without even noticing that his game character had died.
"Hmm." Risa opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of orange juice.
Upon hearing this, Kirihara Akaya sprang to his feet: "With whom? It's not a date—"
Before he could finish speaking, the doorbell rang from the entrance hall.
"I'll go open it." Kirihara Akaya rushed to the door barefoot.
He flung open the door and instantly held his breath.
In the morning light, their beautiful minister stood quietly.
Unlike his usual preppy or sporty style, he wore a light blue linen shirt and brown trousers. A light purple knitted cardigan was casually draped over his shoulders, with the sleeves loosely tied in a knot at his chest.
Casual and laid-back, yet also seemingly meticulously designed, just like a magazine model.
However, none of these things were the main point for Kirihara Akaya.
The key point is—
Their minister, who was invincible on the field and elegant and composed in daily life, was standing at his doorstep, holding a small, carefully arranged bouquet of flowers.
White roses adorn the jasmine blossoms, their petals still glistening with morning dew, buds ready to bloom.
Isn't that Risa's favorite flower?
Good morning, Akaya.
Yukimura greeted him with a smile, his gaze passing over the stunned boy and landing directly on the girl deep in the corridor.
When they saw Risa's outfit clearly, her purplish-blue eyes brightened noticeably.
Good morning, Risa.
—Pear, pear gauze?!
Kirihara Akaya's eyes widened suddenly, and his neck, like a malfunctioning robot, slowly turned towards his older cousin before stiffly turning back to look at the department head.
(The minister just... called Risa-nee's name directly?)
(And they even brought flowers?!)
(When did they become so close that they can call each other by their first names?!)
(And what's with the minister's look?!)
Little Seaweed's brain momentarily froze, his mouth agape wide enough to fit a tennis ball. After a long pause, he finally recovered and stammered, "Risa-nee...you...you wouldn't...?"
Risa sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.
I'm so tired, I don't want to explain.
"We made plans to go see the flower fields; it's a date!"
Yukimura calmly took over the conversation, stepped over the seaweed, and came to Risa.
He handed the bouquet forward, saying, "There's a flower shop on the way here. I remember you said you liked it."
Little Seaweed overloaded its CPU again, its big eyes scanning back and forth between the two like searchlights.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he exclaimed, "So yesterday, the department head wouldn't let me wait for Risa-nee to go home together because..."
"Chiye."
Yukimura interrupted him with a smile, his voice clear and gentle like spring water.
"Your game character seems to have died."
"Ah! My ranked match!"
The little seaweed rushed back to the living room with a mournful cry, accompanied by the "Game Over" sound effect from the game console.
Risa sighed, rubbing her forehead.
When I looked up, I was unexpectedly drawn into the other person's smiling eyes.
Sunlight streamed through the glass of the porch, dappling his slightly curled hair. A few strands of gold fell on the corners of his lips, adding a soft glow to his already handsome face.
"...You had to tease him?" Risa took the bouquet and rolled her eyes at him.
Yukimura tilted his head innocently, his hair swaying gently with the movement: "Hmm? Don't you find his reaction interesting?"
"What a twisted sense of humor," Risa pouted.
Holding the bouquet, she turned and went to the living room, took out a glass vase, filled it with water, and put the jasmine flowers in the vase.
She should have expected this.
Yesterday, Akaya said she needed to finish her homework and asked me to pick her up. But judging from Akaya's reaction just now, it's probably this beautiful department head who set up the scheme again, deceiving the naive seaweed.
It's unknown how many hidden evil intentions this perfect student, known as the "Child of God," harbors deep down.
“Let’s go.” Yukimura turned slightly to the side, smiling mischievously. “If we delay any longer, Akaya might gather the entire tennis club to watch.”
Risa puffed out her cheeks and poked his shoulder: "I think you did it on purpose."
After saying that, she picked up her bag and went out first, deliberately ignoring the lingering smile in the eyes of the person behind her—a mischievous smile, like a child who had stolen candy, or a hunter who had successfully set a trap.
Kirihara Akaya stared blankly at the game console for two seconds, then suddenly jumped up with a start: "Wait! Something's not right!"
He rushed barefoot to the entrance, frantically pulled out his phone, and took three quick photos of the two people's backs.
Kirihara zoomed in on the photo with two fingers. In the sunlight, the department head tilted his head and listened to Risa's words with an unusually gentle demeanor, completely different from the imposing senior he usually was.
"It's over, it's over..." he muttered to himself as he frantically tapped on his phone screen.
"The minister actually sent flowers... and dressed so flamboyantly..."
[Rikkaidai Tennis Club Regular Player Group]
Akaya: Emergency!!! [Images][Images][Images]
Akaya: The minister looks like a fashion magazine model today!!!
Akaya: He came to see the flower field with Risa and even gave her flowers!!!
Akaya: Are the two of you going on a date?! Waaah~ My Risa-nee has been kidnapped T﹏T
Bunta: ? ? ? What did I just see?!
Niou: Pfft~ I finally couldn't resist and made my move →_→
Liu Sheng: (Referring to image) This photo has a good composition. Send me the original image. [Adjusting glasses.jpg]
Sanada: ...Too lax! [Angry]
Liu: Data updating... The probability of a date with Yukimura has increased to 87.3%.
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Sunflowers usually bloom in the height of summer, and it's only the end of May now, so Risa thought Yukimura was inviting her to see the hydrangeas.
Unexpectedly, the other party said that there was a secret place in Kanagawa where special early-maturing varieties were grown.
Every year at the end of May, while other flower fields are still lush and green, the sunflowers there have already begun to bloom.
The only drawback is the distance.
You need to transfer to two trams, and then take a sightseeing bus.
At this moment, the bus is traveling on a country road.
Risa sat by the window, watching the beech trees rush by, sunlight filtering through the shadows and casting flowing dappled light across the carriage.
She looked out the window, but her gaze was unfocused.
Inside the mind, reason and mischievous monkeys are locked in a fierce battle.
In hindsight, I realized that I had followed along.
Think about it: a lone man and a lone woman going out together on a sunny day, isn't that a date?
Fingertips intertwined on the thigh, unconsciously applying force.
"Are you carsick?" A clear, gentle voice came from beside me.
Risa shook her head.
"Is that... nervousness?"
"No way!"
She retorted, but as she glanced to the side, she seemed to fall into a deep, purplish-blue sea.
The boy's gentle gaze stirred a strange sense of guilt within her.
Her tone softened unconsciously: "...Okay, actually, a little bit."
Ironically, in her previous 25 years of life, she had portrayed countless unforgettable love stories on screen as an actress.
Those tender embraces, passionate kisses, and affectionate gazes were all effortless for her; she could detach herself from them completely the moment the director yelled "cut."
But at this moment, simply sitting side by side with the boy beside her, and the occasional touch between their sleeves, was enough to make her heart flutter with turmoil.
Her acting experience was useless here; she had never learned how to deal with such delicate feelings.
Moreover—
Is it normal for a minor's heart to beat faster? Is this appropriate?
Following her movement, Yukimura's gaze fell on her slightly curled fingers.
He took out a thermos from his backpack, unscrewed the lid, poured a cup of tea, and handed it over.
"Give."
Steam carrying the refreshing scent of mint rose gently, and the deep green tea rippled as the car swayed.
Peppermint tea can soothe the nerves.
Risa paused for a moment, then took the warm cup.
The tea was refreshing and slightly sweet, which did help relax my tense nerves a bit.
“Yukimura-kun is so thoughtful…” She handed the cup back.
"After all, it was my first date with a girl."
Yukimura took the cup and naturally tightened the lid. He said this in a casual tone, as naturally as if he were saying, "The weather is nice today."
Risa almost choked on her own saliva, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her skirt.
(How can this person say something like that without batting an eye?!)
Yukimura took in her reaction and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"What?" He tilted his head slightly, feigning confusion. "Did I say something wrong?"
"Of course you're wrong." Risa tried to remain calm. "This isn't a date, it's a transaction."
"Ah, I almost forgot." Yukimura nodded in realization. "Matsuno-kun is currently under my control."
He deliberately dragged out the word, "So, you're now my... prisoner?"
Risa's eyes widened: "You're so annoying, you deserve a beating..."
"Is that so?" Yukimura smiled. "So, do you want to go on a date with me, or do you want to be my captive?"
"..." Risa turned her face away angrily, "Despicable."
"You flatter me."
Risa stole a glance at him; he was smiling innocently, looking just like a cat that had stolen a fish.
How can someone who is just a high school student be so at ease?
But this "adult" who is actually 25 years old is like a little girl just experiencing love for the first time, at a loss, falling into his traps time and time again.
However, thanks to him, she seemed less uncomfortable than before.
The bus traveled smoothly on the suburban highway, and the interior was quiet.
“Um…” Risa hesitated before speaking.
"Hmm?" Yukimura turned his head slightly.
"Yukimura-kun..."
Risa carefully considered her words, "Do you go on dates often?"
The moment the words left her mouth, she wished she could bite off her own tongue.
(Oh my god, what a stupid question I asked!)
Yukimura was clearly taken aback.
Just as the bus turned a corner, a few strands of hair brushed against his brow bone.
"If dating tennis counts, then at least five times a week, for at least two hours each time."
His serious answer caught Risa off guard, causing her to burst out laughing.
"So, is today an exception?" she asked him with a smile.
"What kind of answer does Matsuno-kun hope to hear?" Yukimura asked instead of answering.
Just then, the scenery outside the window suddenly changed.
Vast fields of golden yellow suddenly came into view. The sunflower fields swayed in the breeze, their layers of flower heads following the sun's direction, turning the entire field into a flowing golden sea.
"What a nice view......"
Risa couldn't help but lean against the window, her nose almost touching the glass. Sunlight fell on her brow bone, making her eyes look exceptionally bright.
In her past life, her life was filled with work and taking care of her younger brother. She worked almost year-round without a break and had never seen such a magnificent scene.
The golden sea of flowers swayed gracefully, like sunlight flowing across the earth.
Risa will never know—
As she gazed intently at the sea of flowers, the boy beside her looked at her tenderly.
Deep within his violet-blue eyes, her surprised profile was reflected: slightly parted lips, sparkling eyes, and hair tips edged with gold by the sunlight.
For Yukimura, no matter how beautiful the sea of flowers was, it couldn't compare to the radiant smile of the person in front of him.
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Author's Note: Yukimura: When it comes to subtly asserting sovereignty, I'm a professional →_→
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