AN: A short chapter, the Tuesday morning after the previous chapter but before the rest of the day. I wanted it to end at a sweet note. Especially since I saw the music video for Choucho's song used in the Fate Kaleid Prisma Illya: Sekka no Chikai movie. It was beautiful when they showed the movie clips when best Onii-chan Shirou wished for a better life for Miyu. I teared up, truly, Miyuverse Shirou is best Shirou. Go watch it on Lantis channel on .
Second Week: Day Two, Morning Interlude
I woke up early in the morning, sneaked out and made a quick trip to the cafeteria in order to retrieve some ingredients.
While they certainly sold food products in most cases, there were kitchen counters in the classrooms for typical Home Ec. lessons.
As such, it made sense that I could purchase some ingredients if I leapt into the kitchen and asked the NPC's in there. Granted, I had to make use of Shinji's hacking skills to make them search their records for more exotic ingredients to sell to me.
Well, Shinji did hack them for 5-Star food before. Compared to that, ingredients are rather low-key in comparison. So I doubted that the Serial Phantasm will come after me for something so minor.
I also got them to sell me some various materials needed for another project of mine.
Oh, and a certain other item.
Back to my room, I skipped over several minutes worth of food porn that's typical in Nasuverse description to make lots of food.
Naturally, I did so with a boundary field to make sure it wasn't noisy or smelly.
Now it was time to continue with building good habits, namely, making sure to wake Suzuka up affectionately before we started our day.
Well, outside of a kiss, I didn't actually know how to handle things that well. I would have thought that having Margaery Edelfelt's memories alongside other female's memories might have helped.
Unfortunately, all of the wizards and servants that were female, also happened to be virgins. That meant no memories as cheat codes for me when it came to romantic conduct outside of physical affection.
The only thing useful was memories of masturbation, ironically, because I had seen the act for all genders I could make some educated guesses on how things worked outside of my instincts and lost skills.
Still, starting off with such physical stimulation would be bad if I wasn't planning to satisfy her completely.
Which meant that I had to default to this… making sure that the package I prepared was all wrapped up nicely, I slowly slid back under the blanket which Suzuka had snuck under earlier.
Apparently, personal space did not exist within her definition, ah well… at least she isn't Yandere like Kiyohime, as such I may as well allow it.
Crawling and positioning myself so that my body was right over hers, I leaned down and as I was about to kiss her, I moved my mouth to her right ear instead.
"You can stop pretending to sleep now." I whispered.
"Mmguu…" She mumbled, astonishingly, very convincingly… if I was anyone else, that is.
"Ah well, I guess I can give you my present next week then-"
"I'm awake! Come on! Gimme gimme!"
She sat up and held her hands open adorably.
If she wasn't acting as a JK, I could see her acting as a haughty ojou-sama type character that gracefully waits for her gift and proceeds to speak in a flowery and loving manner in gratitude.
"Here you go." I held up the box wrapped up with red ribbons to her, which she happily accepted and proceeded to rip apart my wrapper paper that I painstakingly designed.
R.I.P. Wrapping Paper…
"Hwah! OMG, it's so shiny, ah! The screen is so big and no edges at all. Eh? The colour totally matches my style. Thank you, thank you!"
She went all hyperactive and gushed over the smartphone I got her, before jumping onto me and cuddling up.
"Well, that's not all I got you. Take a look at the bottom of the box."
"Huh? Eh… this is…"
She held it up in between us.
It was a keychain with two characters painted in a chibi fashion. It featured a young man that smiled serenely holding hands with a cheerful girl holding an energetic pose.
It showed the both of us.
Chibified into cute anime characters, holding each other's hands as a single keychain graphic.
"A decorated flip-phone is supposed to be premium for high school students. I figured this counts as increasing your JK Power, right?"
"... It's… a bit Otaku'ish, but… I like it. I like it a lot. Heehee, my first super personalized gift from a wonderful boyfriend… ahh… it's nice."
She attached the keychain to her flip phone, and admired the appearance of it before holding it with both her hands and right in front of her chest.
Ah…
For a moment, my breathing was disrupted.
It was a smile that I had not seen her give to me before this moment.
That smile seems to have been hidden all along, until now.
A bright smile of youthful simplicity. Of a bashful maiden.
"Thank you for always thinking about me."
This time, for sure, she seriously said such words not as a JK, not as a heavenly demon princess warrior, but as who she was at her very core.
A girl that truly believes in love.
"Truly, it is a blissful thing to not have cold water poured upon one's love."
Even as she said such a thing that should have been sad, her smile had never been brighter thus far.
I truly worried. Was it a bad memory from an alternate timeline? It couldn't be the one from FGO where her Master was already killed long before she even met him, it wouldn't make sense.
So why?
Why did such a tragic thing had to have happened sometime in her life?
Of course, I knew the answer to that. It's this kind of multiverse after all.
"Ah…" How was I supposed to answer this? I didn't know. In the end, I took a page from Best Onii-chan's answer back in the Shirou Arc of Prisma Illya.
"No… how could it not happen? The only thing we can do is make choices. Me, thinking about you all the time… how can it be anything else but the result of your dedication? If a wonderful love is your wish… that wish was granted by yourself."
I could scarcely find a way to describe how she looked, outside of "Stunned".
She soon closed her mouth from her gaping position, looking straight back at me.
"You really talk too much sometimes... But I love that about you too."
Mondays were generally terrible, but Tuesday's like these were a whole lot better.
