Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 752 The Moment Has Finally Arrived

At noon, Tomatsu Tomoka, who was standing at the back of the classroom, finished playing the last trembling note and put down her saxophone.

There weren't many customers left in the café, but there was still a burst of applause. The girl bowed slightly, with a gentle smile on her face.

Holding her ornate and elaborate saxophone, she sat down in a corner, carefully wiped the instrument with a cleaning cloth, and put it into its case in the corner.

With a demure stretch, Tomatsu Yuka walked towards the bar, just as the last customer of the morning was leaving the classroom with a paper cup.

"You've worked hard, Yuhua~"

Mimi Mizushima, dressed in a maid outfit, handed over a cup of hot cocoa from behind the bar, the dark brown liquid steaming enticingly.

"Thank you, Miya~" The girl smiled, took the paper cup with both hands, and carefully took a sip.

The scalding sweetness melted on her tongue, and she looked up at the rabbit doll on her friend's shoulder.

"Everyone looks beautiful in their maid outfits this time."

"Right?" Mimi Mizushima smugly shook the plush rabbit sitting on her shoulder.

"I put a lot of thought into making it sit up perfectly, and in the end I used wire to support it by attaching it to its back."

Her doll-like lower body was made by attaching embroidered fabric patches to her maid outfit—a result of the girls' custom-made work. Her colleague, the glamorous Rion, wore a maid outfit in a more glamorous style, adorned with lace.

Tomatsu Yuka leaned against the bar and glanced at the two baristas wiping the coffee machine.

"Shouldn't everyone take a rest?"

"Okay!" The girl nodded. "We'll switch classes after we're done packing. I heard there's a class downstairs selling really delicious fried noodles. I want to go try it!"

“Then…” The girl blinked and cutely held up one finger.

"Could I have another hot cocoa?"

Mizushima Miya paused for a moment, then realized what she meant and smiled.

"It's for pine branches, right? No problem!"

Five minutes later, Tomatsu Yuka, holding two cups of hot cocoa, walked briskly up to the top platform of the stairwell.

Before her was the tightly closed rooftop door, and wisps of coolness seeped out through the slightly ajar crack, but they couldn't dampen the girl's good mood—she lifted her foot and gently shook the door, making a creaking sound.

"coming--"

A boy's voice came from the other side. Tomatsu Yuka took a step back, held the two cups of hot cocoa in front of her chest, and adjusted her expression to the cutest level.

The metal door was quickly pushed open, and the outside wind rushed in. Jun Matsueda held the door firmly with one hand, looking at the girl in front of him.

A gust of wind made Tomatsu Yuka squint slightly, her features pure and delicate. Her black hair and skirt billowed in the wind, like inky waves and billowing sails, mesmerizing to behold.

However, Jun Matsue didn't have much time to appreciate the beauty at the moment. He took the two cups of hot cocoa and used them to shield the girl from the cold wind.

"It's getting colder and colder on the rooftop. Once the temperature drops a bit more, it won't feel like a good time to eat."

"It's okay." Tomatsu Yuka followed behind him, tugging at the uniform bag on her shoulder—it contained the bento she had carefully prepared.

"Don't you remember the Edo village we visited in Hokkaido before, Jun-kun?"

No matter how cold the winter, as long as we hug each other, we'll always feel warm.

Her words were incredibly sweet, but the boy's feelings were somewhat complicated.

"Yuka... I have to apologize first."

As Jun Matsue passed by the protruding outer wall of the stairwell, he turned at the corner and looked at the girl sitting in the sheltered spot.

"Mochizuki has something to say, so today's lunch won't just be between the two of us."

Tomatsu Yuka, who was walking behind, looked up unexpectedly.

Sitting behind the corner, Mochizuki Haruka raised her hand and waved to her, the girl's upturned lips containing a wicked smile.

"We meet again."

"..." Tomatsu Yuka blinked, trying to calm herself down as quickly as possible.

"Sit down." Mochizuki Haruka patted the placemat beneath her.

She watched as the boy bent down and placed the two cups of hot cocoa in the center of the placemat.

"Two drinks for three people, seems a bit difficult to divide~"

"—These are drinks for Jun-kun and me, there's none for you."

Tomatsu Yuka sat down opposite the girl. Her tone was somewhat cold, and the decorative smile that always graced her face was blown away by the wind.

"You can each have a drink," Jun Matsue said, sitting down diagonally across from the two of them.

"I've already had coffee this morning, so I can have yours later."

Even though the girls had already chosen their seats, as soon as the boys sat down, they quickly moved closer, keeping a distance that was within arm's reach.

So what do you want to say?

Tomatsu Yuka looked down and took out two bento boxes from her bag, placing the heavier one in front of the boy without glancing at her opponent.

"Could you finish speaking first? I don't want Tsunkun's lunch break to be disturbed."

"That might be a little difficult," Mochizuki Haruka said slowly, unpacking the sandwich she had just bought downstairs.

Jun Matsue sighed, placed two cups of hot cocoa in front of the girls, and finally opened the lunchbox that had been placed on his lap.

"In short, eating is the most important thing. The coffee shop will remain open this afternoon. What we need is not to argue, but to have a proper discussion, okay?"

Hearing a soft hum from the other side, Tomatsu Yuka, who had picked up her chopsticks, remained silent.

She took two seaweed shrimp crackers from her own lunchbox and put them into the boy's box.

It seems that the days of having Tsun-kun all to myself are finally coming to an end.

From the moment the cold-faced Mochizuki Haruka suddenly insisted on shopping with them, the girl had already foreseen this day.

"This time, the shrimp cakes have extra seaweed flakes added, Jun-kun should like them."

She spoke casually, while Jun Matsue took a big bite of the shrimp cake, and Yuka Tomatsu smiled with satisfaction.

Mochizuki Haruka chewed on her sandwich, took a sip of her hot cocoa, and then placed her hand, which was resting on the boy's crossed legs.

"So you're ready to share the pine branches?"

Tomatsu Yuka's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly. She put a small clump of rice from the tip of the chopsticks into her mouth, chewed it carefully, and then spoke.

"You shouldn't ask me this question; you should ask yourself."

"It is indeed a bit hard to accept." The girl gave a cold laugh.

“Before, I only had to tilt my chin up, and Songzhi would feed me—but now I have to watch you sit next to him and eat with me…”

“I can feed you now.” Jun Matsueda looked up and tried to take the sandwich from her hand.

Mochizuki Haruka glared at him, signaling him not to interrupt, and the boy withdrew his hand.

"I did not mean to force you to accept each other."

Jun Matsue put down his chopsticks and looked at the gray sky outside the rooftop railing.

"Of course, I did disregard your feelings and wishes excessively, and that was my fault."

"But in order for you to accept my philandering ways, I can only think of doing this, besides deception and even worse methods."

The boy took a breath. "You can criticize and punish me however you want later regarding my greed and indifference."

"As long as you can tolerate my philandering, that's enough." "I know you don't like each other." He looked around.

"That's okay, as long as you like me."

The girls turned to look at him in unison, their eyes filled with similar reproach and resentment.

“I’m serious.” Jun Matsue straightened up and placed his hands on the backs of their hands.

"If you don't like eating together like this, then let's eat separately."

"Even if you plan to never see each other again, that's fine. After all, you love me, and I have no reason or right to make you like or accept each other."

"Never see each other again, and then split your time equally?" Mochizuki Haruka asked, frowning.

The boy nodded. "If we really can't stand each other, then that's the only way—I'll try to make time for each other as much as possible."

"It might not even be split equally~" Tomatsu Tomohana added.

The girl, who was frowning, became increasingly displeased. She pulled her small hand out from under the boy's hand and pinched his thigh hard.

Jun Matsue lowered his head and continued eating his lunch.

Mochizuki Haruka let go of the boy's hand, glared fiercely at his thigh, and then took a big bite out of the sandwich.

“Let’s not talk about things that are too far away.” She then looked at the girl on the other side. “So you’re really willing to accept this, and you’re ready, right?”

"..." Tomatsu Yuka leaned slightly to the side and rested on the boy's shoulder.

"As I said, I will not oppose Junkun's ideas, and I am willing to try to do so."

"Even if he did something wrong?" Mochizuki Haruka asked bluntly.

The girl on the other side looked at the bento box in front of her, and this time her smile was gentle and sincere.

“Unlike us, Tsunkun is a truly good child. He is much more rational and gentle than I am.”

“If Jun-kun did something wrong, he would definitely know it himself.”

“The mistakes I made were far more serious and egregious than those of Jun-kun, yet he still chose to forgive me in the end.”

“Tsun-kun still loves me and is still so good to me, so what reason do I have not to forgive him?”

Clutching the sandwich in her hand, Mochizuki Haruka remained silent for a moment before nudging the boy's arm with her shoulder.

"I'm thirsty."

Jun Matsue naturally picked up a hot cocoa and brought it to her lips. The girl lowered her head, put the straw in her mouth, and swallowed the warm, rich chocolate.

Pine branches are certainly good.

Even now, despite his philandering ways, he still haunts her dreams and remains a constant presence in her heart.

Otherwise, why would she inflict such sweet torment on him? And why would she be so aggressively questioning Tomatsu Yuka here?
Releasing her lips, watching the boy put down the cup, Mochizuki Haruka felt her own stubbornness ripple in that white paper cup, submerged in the sweet and slightly bitter liquid.

"How long are you going to hold onto this position as the official girlfriend?"

Jun Matsue felt a crack appear in the taut gate of his heart, and he turned to look at Yuka Tomatsu.

The girl remained leaning against him without speaking, only rubbing her cheek against his shoulder, letting the boy make the decision.

"...Until the common exam is over?" Jun Matsueda looked to the other side and asked tentatively.

"There are still more than two months until the common exam. After that, it will be almost like graduation. Even if we announce the breakup, it won't have much of an impact."

Mochizuki Haruka snorted heavily, "That's what you told me back then, and then you kept putting it off."

The boy said helplessly, "Look at how long we were harassed at school after 'White Line Flow' became popular?"

"If I were to announce our breakup now and then seamlessly move on to you, do you think the school would be in an uproar?"

"Then we must break up immediately after the common exam," the girl said decisively.

Jun Matsue did not agree immediately, but turned his head away again.

"..." Tomatsu Yuka leaned on his shoulder and nodded. "I want to eat tamagoyaki."

“The one in my bowl is hotter.” Jun Matsue picked up a thick omelet, held it with his left hand, and brought it to the girl’s mouth.

After the girl took a small bite, he put the rest into his mouth.

Watching the two intimately sharing the food, Mochizuki Haruka pursed her lips and pulled the boy's free left hand into her arms.

"How should the time be arranged?"

“Sunday is still mine,” Tomatsu Yuka said calmly.

Mochizuki Haruka wasn't surprised. "And what about lunch?"

"You're going to try and take my lunch break?" Tomatsu Yuka looked up at her, the gentle expression on her face gone.

"School time is so short, and we have to go to class. If Chun-kun comes home with you as soon as get out of class is over, won't you have all the evenings to yourself?"

Mochizuki Haruka sneered, "Don't talk like you don't exist in the world of Laiqi Yangshi."

"What's wrong with her?" The girl, who always presented herself as pure and gentle, showed no intention of backing down.

"Will you share a room with Yosuke Kurusu? Does Jun-kun sleep in your bed or hers at night?"

The haughty girl smiled sarcastically again, "It's really hard to say what will happen in the future."

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, then lowered their heads and each took a big gulp of hot cocoa.

The greedy girls had already divided up their respective territories and had no intention of giving in.

"I'm done eating." Jun Matsueda put down his empty lunchbox, breaking the awkward silence.

"We need to hurry, the classroom still needs to stay open at 1 a.m."

"I'm done eating too." Tomatsu Yuka put down her lunchbox; her portion wasn't much to begin with.

Mochizuki Haruka shoved the sandwich into the boy's arms, saying, "I can't eat this much."

Jun Matsueda returned the bento box to the girl and took a bite of the sandwich.

As a teenage boy, he could easily fit another sandwich in his stomach.

"Then...should we go now?"

"When will you be coming to Kiyoshi?" Mochizuki Haruka stood up, holding a hot cocoa.

"..." Jun Matsueda glanced at his phone. "This afternoon, but the exact time hasn't been determined yet."

After carefully wrapping and putting away the empty box, Tomatsu Yuka looked up again, her eyes regaining their usual gentle and faint smile.

"Kurasu-san always likes to catch people off guard."

Watching the boy pack up his picnic blanket, Mochizuki Haruka impatiently turned and walked towards the stairwell.

"That's what happens when someone's a bit slow on the uptake; Yosei Kurusu and that Imogawa are both examples."

"Don't put it so harshly." Jun Matsue followed behind her, walking side by side with Yuka Tomatsu.

The footsteps of the three quickly faded into the distance, followed by the groaning of the old metal door—the boy closed the door and turned to walk towards the girls waiting for him on the stairs.

The toughest part is over, Jun Matsuoka thought to himself as he took a step forward.

Although the upcoming adjustment period will inevitably be difficult, there is only one thing he needs to do.

Hold their hands tightly and keep walking without letting go.

(End of this chapter)