My daily life in love is too contrary to my character.

"Why are you going to the school gate?" Kuramochi Sakura asked, and even Takanashi Yuuko's face showed a hint of doubt.

"You'll find out soon enough. See you later."

"See you later."

--

At the school gate, the florist's delivery person was already waiting there. Shiraishi Zexiu stepped forward, gave his phone number, and took the sixteen flowers he had ordered, along with four tall glass vases, from him.

Ignoring the strange looks from his classmates as he walked, and the few who wanted to take pictures, Shiraishi Sawa reached the entrance of the activity room in the club building. After thinking for a moment, he bypassed the High Heels Research Department and entered the Top Study Department first.

Surprised that someone would walk in, Yuuko Takanashi, who was continuing to write her club training report, and Sakura Kuramochi, who was looking at 'Business Learning' on her tablet, both turned their gazes toward the door.

Good afternoon, both of you. It's been a long time.

Under the watchful eyes of the two, Shiraishi Sawa walked to the beechwood table, took out two glass bottles, put four hibiscus flowers in them, and pushed them in front of Takanashi Yuuko. He then put four forget-me-not flowers in another glass and handed it to Kuramochi Sakura.

But after thinking about it, I added:

"Kuramochi-san, the forget-me-not has many meanings, but what I want to express is my love for you—and friendship besides that. Don't misunderstand, I'm not trying to seduce you."

But if you insist on believing that I love you, that's fine too.

Kuramochi Sakura picked up the glass bottle containing the flowers, held it to her nose, and sniffed, savoring their delicate fragrance.

"I'll let it slide since you gave me flowers."

“True feelings are wasted again,” Haruki Murakami once said. “If you can truly love someone, then no matter how awful the other person is, even if they don’t love you back, life will at least not be hell, even if it’s a little gloomy.”

Kuramochi... never mind, Takanashi will do. Thank you for making my life neither a hell nor a bleak one.

Shiraishi Sawa, carrying the remaining flowers and glass bottle, walked towards the door, turning his head to tease her.

--

"Good afternoon, Fox, Chairman."

"You've arrived too late. As a member of the club, you've kept the club president and vice president waiting. I suggest you take your own life."

Unlike the neighboring club, when I entered the high heel research club, neither of the two people looked at me immediately. Instead, Chiyo greeted me with a nonchalant tone.

"What a cold and heartless bunch of women. I even spent a fortune buying flowers for you."

Seeing that the two people were finally looking at him, Shiraishi Sawah shook the remaining bouquet of flowers he was holding. "Ta-da."

Similarly, I put the roses of Ichiyo and the white lilies of Soga Kirei into bottles and handed them to the two of them.

"The activity room doesn't smell good enough, let's buy some real flowers to decorate it."

"Did you come back from next door first?" Chiyo looked at Shiraishi Sawa with a 'the sun has risen in the west' look, and then asked pointedly, "The size of the bouquet doesn't seem to be that of only six flowers."

“That’s right, otherwise it would be too much trouble to go there and come back.” Shiraishi Zexiu sat down in his seat.

"So everyone has it?" Chiyo's words carried a subtle hint of danger as she looked at Shiraishi Sawa.

“Yes, I also sent one to Kuramochi-san.” As if he hadn’t sensed the presence, Shiraishi Sawa said, while maintaining a natural expression and making eye contact with Ichiyo.

After a few seconds of silent eye contact, Chiyo raised the corners of her mouth, nodded, and pulled the glass bottle to her side, gently stroking the rose petals.

"The quality of the flowers is average."

"After all, it's not a very rare or expensive variety."

"Send something nicer next time."

"You're so picky? Then I'll give it to you," Shiraishi Zexiu said with a smile.

"Try it." His gaze was sharp as a knife, and his smile practically screamed 'death'.

Shiraishi Sawa immediately raised his hands in surrender: "It's a gift, it's definitely a gift."

"President, there's no need to be so appreciative," said Shiraishi Sawa, looking at Soga Kirei, who was already searching for how to grow flowers in glass bottles.

"I've arranged with the florist to deliver twice a week, so I just need to add some water to the glass jar to keep it looking fresh for a few days. When it doesn't look good anymore, I just replace it."

So, fox, you shouldn't complain about the flower not being expensive; you should consider my financial situation.

Under a long-term contract, each bouquet costs two thousand yen—but Shiraishi Sawa is not short of that amount of money.

"Will you keep delivering?" Suga Muren asked.

“I’ll keep delivering.” Shiraishi Zexiu nodded.

Chiyo's attention was drawn back to her phone screen, but she kept getting distracted by these flowers. The quality was really mediocre, far inferior to the roses she grew at home.

Well, since we've been sending them all along, it's not unreasonable to forgive the quality issues.

“You could have used that 1.6 million yen to buy some better flowers,” she said anyway.

“We can’t use that money yet,” Shiraishi Sawa said with a smile, pulling a book called “Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World” from the bookshelf. He looked out the window; a pale crimson hue spread across the horizon, it was dusk.

"Will there ever be a day when you dare to use it?" Upon hearing this answer, Chiyo Ichiri glanced at Hideaki Shiraishi and asked.

"Of course there will be, there definitely will be." The boy, bathed in a pale yellow glow, exuded an aura of confidence.

Chiyo's eyes showed slight surprise upon seeing this, which then turned into a complex emotion.

"Shiraishi, where are your own flowers? If you don't have any, I can send them to you every week," Soga Kirei said.

"Thanks, President, but of course I won't treat myself badly," Shiraishi Sawa said with a smile, looking at Soga Kirei.

Because the windows were closed, the activity room wasn't cold. Soga Kirei took off her coat, her white shirt tucked under her pleated skirt, tightly cinching her slender and shapely waist, making anyone who saw her swoon—like Shiraishi Sawa.

Hearing Shiraishi Zexiu's answer, she tilted her head in confusion, her black hair falling down and then swaying in the breeze. Her white shirt clung tightly to her abdomen, making her waistline appear even more exquisite.

“Each of you has four flowers, but only flowers. I gave myself four glass bottles that will never wither,” Shiraishi Sawa said proudly, pointing to the glass bottles in front of Soga Kirei.

"You...you didn't actually think I gave you that glass bottle, did you?" Shiraishi Sawa's face showed exaggerated shock, and his smile grew even wider.

"How could that be! Breaking a glass bottle means I have to pay for it, and this is my precious treasure."

"Okay." Suwo Wulian nodded and pushed the bottle a little further to the center of the table.

"Take the bottle back, I'll get a better one tomorrow," Chiyo said.

"You try it." Shiraishi Zexiu glared at him, while Ichiyo met his gaze with a smile.

"Cough cough...Why don't you give it a try?" Although he repeated it again, his tone was much weaker.

Chiyo seemed to find this amusing, her clear laughter gradually drawing the group together. Then she raised her hands and said:

"No, absolutely not. But you're giving us flowers while giving yourself a container that's even more important. Baby Dog, you're quite the scheming man."

Her bulging chest and slender hands formed a striking contrast.

"Just to emphasize, it's a boy."

No, that's not right. Although I'm under eighteen, I do seem to have done some things that boys shouldn't do last weekend.

"However, if you have any opinions about your flowers, such as wanting a different kind, just tell me and I'll change it."

The two girls shook their heads, not changing their minds.

After saying the same thing to Yuuko Takanashi and Sakura Kuramochi on my phone, I received the same reply: no need to change anything.

Opening "Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World," Hideaki Shiraishi found the line he had always remembered and read it aloud:

"Sunlight streamed in through the front window, enveloping me. I closed my eyes and could feel the light gently caressing my eyelids. The sunlight traveled a long way to reach this tiny planet, warming my eyelids with one end—the thought of this filled me with a strange sense of emotion. The laws of the universe have not overlooked my insignificant eyelids."

Shiraishi Sawa's operating pattern has changed; he will never ignore or abandon anyone he cares about.

"What? The sun's almost gone. Also, your eyelids really don't look good. I'll bring you some face masks or eye patches tomorrow."

Chiyo looked at Shiraishi Sawa's eyelids and noticed that Shiraishi Sawa's eyes looked tired, so she said.

Autumn and winter nights always fall exceptionally early. The curtains are left with only their own color, there is no sun outside the window, and the moon has not yet appeared. A chill begins to rise in the air.

"No need, I just didn't sleep well last night, I'll be fine after a little more rest."

"I'll bring it over and put it in the activity room. It's up to you whether you need it or not."

--

"He's changed." The high-heeled shoe research club came to this conclusion while Shiraishi Sawa was in the restroom.

"It's fine." Soga Kiri Ren stroked the lilies, looked at Ichiyo, and asked, "What do you think?"

"I don't want to." Chiyo's soft, red lips moved slightly, but she only managed to utter a short sentence.

"You've changed too." There was some disappointment in Soga Kirei's eyes. She thought that Chiyo should be very annoyed and angry to leave.

Once Chiyo entered and lowered her head to read, the activity room returned to silence.

--

She opened the door and let Takanashi Yuko go in first. On the shoe cabinet, Mimi, who had been waiting for a long time, jumped into her arms, comfortably stepping on her and rubbing against her.

These past few days, Dad has been taking up this spot, and it's driving me crazy.

Takanashi Yuko gently stroked Mimi a few times, then put her on the ground, squatted down, and helped Shiraishi Sawa Hide change his shoes as he entered.

Because she said it was her duty, Shiraishizawa Hidetsu refused, but Takanashi Yuko kept looking at him expectantly until he accepted.

She promised to listen to her, but even a girl like Takanashi Yuko can lie.

After changing her shoes, Takanashi Yuuko stood up, tiptoed, and kissed Shiraishi Sawa on the cheek before walking to the living room, satisfied, to start her homework for the day.

"Shiraishi, I'll give you a massage after I finish my homework."

"it is good."

Shiraishi Sawa yawned, sat on the sofa in the living room, and looked at his phone.

"Shiraishi, are you... going to be overwhelmed?" Yuko Takanashi asked softly after hesitating for a moment.

"Huh?" Shiraishi Sawah pulled out his phone and looked at Takanashi Yuko.

"Who can't handle this these past few days? Don't you know Takanashi?"

Suddenly, Takanashi Yuuko's face turned red, as if she had remembered something. "But... I'm not sleepy."

"I'm just sleepy." Shiraishi Zexiu waved his hand. He hadn't expected that [Super Stamina] could only restore full stamina and couldn't eliminate sleepiness.

It means I'm not tired, but I'm sleepy.

"really?"

Shiraishi Sawah put down his phone, sighed deeply, and got up to walk towards Takanashi Yuko: