"Those are very typical topics, aren't they?"
Satoru walked on the outer side of the road, deep in thought.
Just like boys discussing games or attractive girls, this was a normal topic, right?
"I don't understand idols, skincare products, or fashion..." Miyano Mirai sounded a bit dejected.
Satoru pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, trying to calm himself down.
The trends in Tokyo and Otaru were certainly different, and naturally, the topics of conversation would be different too. Just like it was normal for him to not be able to relate to some of the male classmates in his class.
"Besides, I don't think any of those idols they mentioned are as handsome as Yagami-kun! They're not even worthy of shining your shoes."
She lifted her head bravely to add.
Then quickly lowered her head again and sipped her milk tea. She felt embarrassed and apologetic, realizing that the other person was putting in so much effort to help her, yet she was being unappreciative.
"I'll do my best! Miura-san recommended some fashion magazines, idols, and TV dramas for me to check out when I get back."
Satoru sighed softly, realizing that he had been thinking too simplistically.
"Sorry."
Mirai Miyano heard the sigh and bit down on the straw.
"No need to apologize. I'm just sighing at myself for thinking too simplistically..." Satoru explained, shaking his head.
As they passed by girls on the street, they turned to take a few more glances at him, murmuring about which newly opened store was good. The groups of male high school students were heading towards the game arcade.
Next to him, Miyano Mirai, was sipping her milk tea, with her habit of kept her head down. As a girl from Otaru, Hokkaido, she didn't dare to open her eyes to the bustling streets of Tokyo. After all, this wasn't her place.
"I'll do my best! I'm actually very interested in fashion and such!"
Mirai Miyano quickly spoke, unintentionally raising her volume.
She didn't want to disappoint him, who was putting in so much effort to help her. Moreover, Miura-san was really good at dressing up and doing makeup. Mirai Miyano also wanted to do her best to become prettier and more attractive, so that he would like her more.
"And it's normal to feel this way on the first day, right?"
She even explained it to herself, searching for reasons.
"No expensive medicine can have such quick results, right? Isn't that right, Yagami-kun? Don't worry, I'll do my best!"
As she spoke, she seemed to convince herself. She raised her head, clenched her fist, and encouraged herself, looking quite adorable.
Satoru glanced at her.
"Then, do your best. Give it a try?"
But where could he find a friend who shared his interests so naturally? The focus was on improving her situation in the class, at least to the point where others wouldn't prefer to be short one person in their group. And besides, what can you achieve without effort or sacrifice?
The atmosphere gradually eased, and they started talking and laughing about some interesting things. Unconsciously, they arrived in front of her apartment door.
"Thank you for having me."
Satoru politely called out and naturally stepped onto the slippers handed to him by Mirai.
"February 15th is actually a unique local festival in Otaru. So, naturally, there are some scenes from the photography activities. When my friends played together, they took some pictures, not just of the beautiful snow scenery, but also of Otaru's festivities..."
As Mirai operated the TV to cast the images, she spoke.
Back in this little world of theirs, she didn't bury her head or speak softly anymore. Everything was back to normal.
"No wonder the results were so quick."
Satoru nodded knowingly. He had mentioned it the day before, and she had it ready the next day.
He was genuinely interested in the snow scenery. He hadn't seen it in his previous life, and even after his memories resurfaced in this life, he still hadn't seen it - a real accumulation of snow, not the rain and snow that instantly melted upon hitting the ground.
"It's a bit cold... Mirai, let me hold you."
He beckoned.
Mirai obediently came over and sat on his lap. The sensation of her plump and supple thighs wrapped in tights was quite pleasant.
"By the way, are those tights from the last night pictures still there?"
Satoru asked knowingly.
"In the wardrobe..."
Her voice trembled slightly, and her cheeks turned rosy.
"I'll take off and bring away this one from Mirai later when I leave, okay?"
His large hand roamed over her firm and elastic thighs. The sensation of fine sandpaper mixed with the smoothness of her skin was truly delightful!
Mirai bit her lip and opened her eyes wide.
Satoru raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm... h-how about that one inside...?"
She exhaled a breath of hot air, her voice trembling slightly, and her cheeks flushed ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ a deep red~