He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

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Jackie: What are you yooing about? When are we going to eat?!

Shirakawa: I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten, but something urgent came up today...

Jackie: What's the rush? You're not going on a date with some girl, are you? Ugh, less than a day and you've already forgotten your old comrade-in-arms! You really do forget your old flame as soon as you find a new one...

Shirakawa: Tomorrow, tomorrow night, shopping street, see you there.

Tomorrow is Sunday, so I don't have any plans.

Jackie: Hmph, if you dare to stand me up, I won't give you red bean bread anymore.

Shirakawa: Okay, okay, I understand.

Shirakawa turned off his phone, and Sakura finished talking to her mother.

The two walked side by side toward home.

The lights of the high-rise buildings lining both sides of the commercial street flickered, and all kinds of signs stood out against the shimmering night. The colors of the neon lights intertwined, forming a dazzling picture, like a flowing rainbow adorning the entire street.

Shirakawa only had minor injuries, the kind that would heal almost completely after a good night's sleep.

Even Yayoi couldn't beat him, so Shirakawa still needs to work out more after he gets home, and work even harder and strive even harder!

Before that, we need to clear up the misunderstanding with Sakura.

"Hey, Shirakawa-nii, are we taking the tram?" Sakura suddenly asked.

From the mysterious general store in the morning, to the karaoke in the afternoon, and then to the interrogation and statement taking in the evening, Sakura had experienced a day full of big and small events. A little tired, she let out a big yawn and couldn't walk any further.

The sudden question disrupted Shirakawa's carefully organized train of thought.

"Sure." Shirakawa had never ridden a tram in Japan before and didn't know the difference between a tram and a subway. Although it was only a few stops from the shopping street to his home, it wouldn't hurt to experience it for a bit.

I'll explain when I get off the bus and get closer to home.

Before long, Shirakawa and Sakura arrived at the station.

The station was packed with people: people lazily finishing get off work, couples on dates heading home, everyone looking at their phones or phones. The only sounds on the platform were a few scattered conversations.

To be honest, there were so many people, and it was a bit oppressive.

Shirakawa regretted his choice to take the tram, but Sakura was used to the sight.

When the train arrived at the station, Sakura grabbed Shirakawa's wrist and followed the crowd onto the train. The train was already packed with people, so Shirakawa and Sakura had to stand in the open space next to the door.

Sakura doesn't reject this kind of physical contact; on the contrary, she likes it very much.

Many middle-aged men in suits, looking dejected, perked up the moment they saw the young couple, especially Mito Sakura, their eyes involuntarily glancing at them.

It's normal; everyone likes to take a second look at a beautiful woman. But Sakura's outfit, which was so exciting, attracted the attention of everyone in the carriage.

It's rare to meet a girl who is both beautiful and well-dressed.

A couple sitting on the tram next to him were glared at by the girl next to him because the boy glanced at him twice.

There were even elegantly dressed ladies, their eyes constantly scanning... well, scanning Bai Chuan, seemingly coveting him.

The feeling of being the center of attention made Shirakawa deeply uncomfortable, like a homebody being dragged into the sunlight...

So, it seems I really am a shut-in.

As the tram slowly started moving, one of the office workers in the crowd suddenly stumbled and bumped into the person next to him.

"Sorry sorry."

The people around him jostled and pushed, eventually squeezing into the people behind him.

Combined with the inertia of the tram starting, people bumped into each other like dominoes, until the last person hit Shirakawa.

Shirakawa instinctively protected Sakura, placing his arms over her head and shielding her in a corner.

"Sorry, sorry," the person behind him apologized repeatedly.

"It's alright," Shirakawa replied.

This scene seems familiar.

Oh right, we used to pose like this on the way to school together.

However, things are different now, and Sakura's state of mind has changed.

Sakura looked up at Shirakawa-nii.

Shirakawa is not particularly handsome, but he is the kind of person whose looks grow on you.

Ah, the more I look at it, the more I like it.

Like tea, it may not taste very good at first taste, but its beauty lies in its lingering aftertaste.

Suddenly, Sakura hugged Shirakawa tightly, her fair arms touching his back, her large breasts pressing against the upper part of his stomach.

"Hehehe, Shirakawa-nii is so skinny, he's like a skinny dog, a skinny dog." Sakura said with such disdain, but her little head was pressed against Shirakawa's chest, laughing happily.

Shirakawa also enjoys being held like this.

Suddenly, Sakura slowly raised Shirakawa's head, their eyes met, and her eyes sparkled.

She has already accepted that Shirakawa is her boyfriend.

Sakura gently tiptoed up Shirakawa's chest, her warm, slightly rapid breathing and pitiful expression captivating him.

But Shirakawa knew that now that they had kissed, it would be a complete jerk move to bring it up later as a misunderstanding.

Is Shirakawa now going to do the same scumbag behavior that he himself despises?

But, will the kind of yandere that Cecilia mentioned really appear in my life? Will she really fall in love with me?

Shirakawa kept making excuses for himself, wanting to accept Sakura's love here.

For Shirakawa, Sakura was the perfect girlfriend—something you could only dream of...

Or not.

We cannot let down Nikaido, the eldest sister.

After all, the two had already communicated at close range.

Although it was an accident.

But Shirakawa can't just abandon people after he's done his bidding.

He placed his hands on Sakura's shoulders, gently pushed her away, and turned his head away, blushing.

But they noticed that everyone on the tram was secretly observing.

Seeing Shirakawa turn his head, they immediately pretended to be nonchalant, some chatting awkwardly with their companions, others looking down at their phones.

As expected, people love to gossip.

Sakura was suddenly pushed away and was a little flustered. She then noticed that Shirakawa was looking at the crowd around them.

So that's how it is. Shirakawa-nii doesn't like doing this in crowded places.

Actually, I didn't like it either. I just acted out of the moment because I was so moved.

Hehe, this kind of thing should be done secretly at home, and then do this, that, and that.

Sakura's mind wandered, her heart fluttered with spring fever, and her heart raced.

Looking at Sakura, whose lips couldn't help but curl upwards beneath him, Shirakawa felt even more compelled to explain that matter quickly.

When the train arrived at the station, Shirakawa and Sakura got off together.

The place where they lived was not bustling; the stars in the sky were dazzling, and the bright moon hung high, no longer vying with the neon lights of the commercial street.

Shirakawa and Sakura walked along the quiet path, under the stars and moon. The old, dilapidated orange streetlights flickered, and the only sound was the gentle spring breeze rustling through the roadside grass and saplings.

There were no pedestrians on the road, and everything was so quiet and pleasant.

This may be the only chance.

Shirakawa didn't want to do this either, but he had no choice.

He suddenly stopped, his body bathed in the flickering light.

The lights seemed to sense the atmosphere, stopping their flickering and suddenly turning on.

Shirakawa looked at his own shadow on the ground and sighed.

He disliked this version of himself.

"cherry!"

"Hmm, Shirakawa-nii, what's wrong?" Sakura turned around, a faint smile still on her lips.

There's something I have to tell you.

"Ah, what's wrong? Did you forget something, or..." Sakura's small eyes crinkled with laughter. Was Shirakawa-nii going to formally confess to me this time?

Looking at Sakura like this, Shirakawa bit his lip and finally said, "What happened before was a misunderstanding."

"Ah, what misunderstanding?" Sakura asked, puzzled.

Or perhaps she already knew, but dared not think in that direction.

"It's about my boyfriend," Shirakawa explained slowly. "Back then, I wanted to fool them all away, but they insisted on dragging us to karaoke... so I'm only telling you now..."

After hearing Shirakawa's explanation, Sakura paused for a moment, then slowly walked up to him.