The S**ttiest Gyaru in the Class Confessed to Me
Right now, I’m just lying around after finishing breakfast.
Then, Ichika muttered under her breath.
“You’re such a wimp.”
This person…
It seems like she was actually awake.
Come to think of it, she had her head resting on my arm, didn’t she?
“It’s almost time to check out, honey.”
I said with the best smile of the century.
“Yesterday, Sou kun’s. I wanted it so badly.”
Ichika pursed her lips like a duck.
…I wonder how serious she is.
“Then, shall we do it now?”
“No, there’s no mood or time for that. No way. Let’s do it on my birthday next year♡”
Ichika said that and ran around with her arms spread wide like an airplane.
Well, let’s check out.
We didn’t have to pay any extra fees, but we had to go to the counter to check out. While Ichika and I were talking about how we didn’t get to see the sea at Shirahama, the owner kindly offered to drive us to a place called Tsukimidake.
Tsukimidake is a scenic spot about a 20-minute drive from the city center of Shimoda. There is a walking path leading to the lighthouse at the tip of the cape, and in December, you can see a field of narcissus flowers.
When we got out at the parking lot, there were several food trucks. They seemed to be selling skewered meat and crepes.
After thanking the owner and saying goodbye, Ichika said she wants to eat crepes.
“Wait a minute.”
I said, and Ichika ran toward the crepe stand.
Hmm.
Looking closely, the man selling crepes was the same man who ran the string-pull lottery yesterday.
Yesterday he was running a lottery stall, and today he’s selling crepes. Being a street vendor must be tough.
When Ichika came back, she was holding a chocolate and strawberry crepe. She had already eaten a few bites and had whipped cream on her nose.
“The crepe guy was the same old man from yesterday ! ! Y’know, he told me that I absolutely shouldn’t play the string-pull lottery. I wonder why?”
I don’t know.
…That must be it.
It seems that Ikka received a pamphlet about Tsukimidake from the old man. After finishing her crepe, she opened the pamphlet and said excitedly,
“This lighthouse is called the ‘Lighthouse of Love.’ Let’s go see it !”
Ichika and I walked along the narrow, winding path. After about ten minutes, we saw the white lighthouse. From the hill where the lighthouse stood, we could look down on the sea.
The sea visible beyond the lighthouse was cobalt blue.
Leaning against the railing surrounding the lighthouse, we heard the sound of waves crashing against the rocks, and each time, the sea breeze blew through. Ichika held her hair, which was being blown by the wind, and said,
“It’s written in the pamphlet. The lighthouse that illuminates the future will be a guiding light for the two of us.”
This lighthouse has always been here, and will continue to be here, gazing out at the sea.
Next year, the year after that.
I want to come here with Ichika again.
Then, Ichika leaned against me.
There were no words, but I’m sure we were thinking the same thing.
…This kind of feeling.
A few months ago, I couldn’t have imagined this.
So sometimes,
it’s good to get a little romantic.
After that, we took the bus back to Shimoda Station and ate seafood bowls. They had red snapper and boiled whitebait, all locally sourced.
Ichika was eating eagerly, holding back her bangs that kept falling into her face. Watching her, I felt a little lonely.
(If I had a hairpin, it would have been easier to eat.)
After that, I wandered around the shopping district near the station and bought souvenirs for my parents.
It was almost time for the train.
As I was about to enter the ticket gate at the station, someone called out to me. When I turned around, it was the station attendant from yesterday.
“I was just about to contact you ! ! This was apparently found inside the station.”
The station attendant was holding Ichika’s hairpin. Ichika took it and smiled broadly.
“Sou kun. The trip was fun. Thank you for bringing me along ! !”
It seems that travel is indeed a good thing.
Maigetsu