I woke up exactly at six in the morning.
For a few seconds, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling.
Today was a rather important day.
Today, I was finally moving.
Or rather…
My things were moving.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and immediately dialed the moving company.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, Mr. Kurosaki.”
“You can start.”
“Same address?”
“Yes. Everything marked with stickers needs to be taken to the new house. Especially be careful with the computer equipment and gear.”
“Understood. We’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
“Excellent.”
I hung up.
“By evening, the apartment will be empty…”
A strange feeling.
I hadn’t lived here very long.
But so much had happened in this place.
This was where Yuki had first crossed the threshold of my apartment.
This was where she had treated my broken ribs.
This was where we had laughed together for the first time.
This was where her streaming setup had appeared.
This was where she had first run out to me after a stream and hugged me tightly…
I couldn’t help but smile.
“Well…”
“It was a good place.”
I got out of bed and, out of habit, made it immediately.
After that, I headed to the bathroom.
The cold water finally chased away the last traces of sleep.
Shower.
Shaving.
Teeth.
Hair.
Twenty minutes later, I was standing in the kitchen.
Today’s breakfast was no different from usual.
Six eggs.
A large portion of rice.
Chicken breast.
Avocado.
A couple of bananas.
Oatmeal with nuts.
A glass of milk.
And a big mug of black coffee.
“My body after daily training just devours everything…”
“And the cut hasn’t even started yet.”
I quickly finished eating, cleaned up after myself, and glanced at the clock.
Six twenty-three.
Perfect timing.
I changed into my workout clothes.
Black T-shirt.
Dark shorts.
Sneakers.
Phone.
Keys.
Watch.
Everything in place.
I clicked the lock, opened the door—and immediately stopped.
As soon as I opened the door, I was slightly surprised.
Yuki was already standing outside my apartment.
She noticed me too and smiled softly.
“Good morning, Kurosaki-kun.”
“Good morning.”
For a few seconds, I silently looked at her.
She looked a little different today.
Her hair was tied into two neat ponytails that swayed slightly as she shifted from foot to foot.
But that wasn’t what caught my attention.
She was wearing dark sports leggings. The fabric hugged her legs tightly, emphasizing every curve. Yuki had never gone out like this before—she had always tried to hide in loose pants or long T-shirts. But today… she was almost not hiding her figure for the first time.

Of course, she still had a long sports T-shirt on top that reached almost to the middle of her thighs. But I involuntarily lowered my gaze. Under the fabric, two full, plump spheres were clearly visible—her large breasts, which were practically bursting out of the neckline, and an even more noticeable, heavy, juicy ass that tightly filled the leggings, making them look even more revealing.
The top revealed her big chest. I noticed it immediately—the T-shirt was stretched tight, and the deep neckline allowed her breasts to nearly spill out completely. They were heavy, full, with a noticeable cleavage and the soft curve of her midriff. And her ass… God, her ass was enormous. Full, firm, with perfectly round shapes that created the illusion of very voluptuous, feminine hips. The top hid nothing—she moved, and with every step her breasts swayed slightly while her ass jiggled lightly under the thin fabric.
It was still Yuki. But now she looked… noticeably more feminine and seductive.
She noticed that my gaze had lingered. Her cheeks immediately flushed a little.
Yuki awkwardly tugged down the hem of her T-shirt, trying to cover her chest and butt.
“U-um…” she laughed quietly, though her voice was slightly strained. “Don’t… don’t stare like that…”
“It’s a little embarrassing…”
I smiled calmly.
“It suits you.”
She froze for a second.
Then blushed even harder.
“Th-thank you…”
After a short pause, she finally looked up at me again.
This time, she wasn’t hiding as much as before.
“I…” She squeezed the water bottle a little tighter. “I decided to try it.”
“In these… it’s more comfortable to run.”
So that’s what it is.
Even a week ago, she wouldn’t have dared to leave the apartment dressed like this.
But now…
It was only a small step.
But she was already forcing herself to move forward.
I couldn’t help but smile.
Good work.
You’re not rushing.
But you’re not standing still either.
Yuki seemed to read the expression on my face and suddenly asked:
“Today…”
She glanced away for just a second.
“Want to run together?”
Then quickly added:
“If… if you don’t mind.”
I smiled softly.
“Of course.”
She breathed a sigh of relief.
“Good…”
Then she smiled a little more confidently.
“Though honestly…”
She scratched her cheek in embarrassment.
“If Miyu-san speeds up again…”
“I’ll probably…”
“End up far behind again…”
She quietly laughed at herself.
I couldn’t hold back a grin.
Yes.
This was the real Yuki.
Not suddenly becoming bold.
But Yuki, who was gradually learning not to be afraid.

We slowly walked out of the building.
The morning air was cool, and the streets hadn’t yet filled with people.
Yuki walked beside me.
The awkward silence that had existed between us on the first day we met was gone.
Sometimes she glanced at me.
Sometimes ahead.
Several times she seemed to want to say something, but changed her mind.
I decided to break the silence first.
“By the way.”
She immediately turned her head.
“Hm?”
“If you want to stream today…”
“Come by the new place instead of the old apartment.”
Yuki blinked in confusion.
“…Not the apartment?”
“I moved.”
She stopped right in the middle of the sidewalk.
“What…?”
I stopped too.
“I finalized the house yesterday.”
“This morning they started moving my things.”
For a few seconds, she just stared at me.
As if she hadn’t immediately understood what she heard.
“You…”
“…moved?”
I nodded.
“Yeah.”
She lowered her gaze.
Just for a moment.
Then quietly asked:
“So…”
“We’re not neighbors anymore…?”
There was a faint hint of sadness in her voice.
So small…
But for some reason, very clear.
I answered calmly:
“Not anymore.”
She smiled weakly.
“I see…”
We walked in silence for a few more seconds.
Yuki no longer looked as cheerful as she had outside the building.
Her two little ponytails swayed slightly with every step.
She stared thoughtfully at her feet.
She’s upset…
I had expected this.
But not quite this much.
“Don’t worry.”
She lifted her head.
“The house isn’t far at all.”
I told her the street and the number.
Yuki’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Eh?”
“That’s…”
She quickly calculated the route in her head.
“Hayato-kun’s neighborhood…”
“And Miyu-san’s…”
“Almost next to each other…”
“Yeah.”
“Seven or eight minutes on foot from here.”
Yuki breathed a sigh of relief.
Her shoulders immediately relaxed a little.
“Then…”
She smiled shyly.
“It’s not so scary…”
After a short pause, she quietly added:
“It’s just…”
“For some reason, I felt a little sad…”
I looked at her.
“Because you got used to it?”
She froze.
Then looked away in embarrassment.
“Probably…”
Her answer was very quiet.
I just smiled.
“At least now you’ll have your own room.”
Yuki looked at me questioningly.
“A room…?”
“For streaming.”
“I moved the entire setup.”
“And improved it a bit.”
She blinked in surprise.
“You…”
“Already prepared everything?”
“Almost.”
“I think we can start the stream tonight.”
A smile appeared on her face again.
Small.
But genuine.
“Then…”
She squeezed the water bottle tighter.
“After school, I’ll definitely come over.”

We turned onto the path leading to the city stadium.
Familiar voices could already be heard from afar.
“Hayato!”
“Don’t fall behind!”
“Faster!”
I smirked.
“Looks like…”
“Miyu has already started bullying him.”
When we reached the running track, a familiar scene greeted us.
Miyu, in her sportswear, was energetically warming up her shoulders while animatedly explaining something to Hayato.
He just smiled awkwardly, trying to keep up with her pace.
Hearing our footsteps, both turned their heads at the same time.
“Good morning!”
Miyu noticed us first.
She had just finished her warm-up and, upon seeing Yuki, suddenly froze. Her gaze instantly locked onto Yuki’s ample chest, which jiggled noticeably even from the slight movement. The sports top was clearly a bit too tight on her—the fabric stretched over the heavy, firm shapes, emphasizing the deep cleavage.
“Whoa…”
Miyu even whistled.
“Yuki… why do you look so beautiful today?”
Without any embarrassment, she pointed a finger at her friend.
“And when did you manage to transform like this?”
Yuki instantly blushed…
“Is something wrong..?”
“No, the opposite!” Miyu grinned widely, though envy still sparkled in her eyes. “You look… absolutely killer today. Especially all this,” she made a small gesture outlining Yuki’s figure, clearly referring to both her chest and ass. “How did you even fit into that?”
Yuki smiled awkwardly, blushing a little more.
At that moment, Miyu’s gaze slid over to Hayato.
He stood there as if rooted to the spot, completely speechless. His eyes were glued to Yuki—more precisely, to her gorgeous chest and the curve of her hips.
When he realized everyone had noticed his intense stare, his face instantly flushed.
“Ah… uh…”
He quickly looked away and awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
“Good morning…”
Yuki also blushed a little.
But unlike her old self, she didn’t hide. On the contrary—she smiled at him, straightening her back a bit, which made her chest stand out even more noticeably.
“Good morning, Hayato-kun.”
“Shall we run?”
He looked noticeably flustered.

As usual, Miyu and I immediately set a higher pace.
She ran lightly, springy, as if she didn’t feel the load at all.
I kept pace beside her.
Hayato and Yuki almost immediately started falling behind.
Not because they were slow.
Their pace was simply much calmer.
I involuntarily listened.
From behind came quiet laughter.
“No-no, Hayato-kun, that’s not fair!”
“Why?”
“Because you’re pretending again that you’re not tired.”
“But I really…”
“Liar!”
Yuki giggled softly.
“I can hear your breathing is already messed up.”
“I can tell!”
Hayato couldn’t hold back either and laughed.
“You’ve become way too observant…”
“Of course!”
There was so much lightness in her voice that I couldn’t help but smile.
A week ago, she would have run in silence, afraid to say an extra word.
Now…
She was the one keeping the conversation going.
Sometimes teasing.
Sometimes deliberately putting Hayato in awkward situations.
And every time he turned red, not knowing how to respond.
“Hayato-kun.”
“Hm?”
“You deliberately turned away just now, didn’t you?”
“Eh?!”
“So you did get embarrassed.”
“N-nothing like that!”
Laughter rang out behind us again.
I glanced at Miyu.
She also turned around over her shoulder a few times.
At first, her usual smile was on her face.
Then…
She looked back again.
The smile faded.
A few dozen meters later, she turned a third time.
Yuki was still cheerfully telling some story.
Hayato was laughing sincerely with her.
Miyu silently turned forward.
For the first time that morning, she didn’t say anything.
I noticed how her shoulders drooped almost imperceptibly.
Got it…
She had always believed she knew Hayato best.
That he smiled the most when he was with her.
But now…
For the first time, she saw that same smile on his face caused by someone else.
We ran in silence for a few seconds.
Then a few more.
Only the steady thud of sneakers on the stadium surface could be heard.
I decided to break the silence first.
“So how did it go with Hayato yesterday?”
Miyu stumbled in her breathing for a moment.
Her cheeks flushed slightly.
“It was fine…”
She smiled awkwardly.
“After training, we sat together a bit more.”
“Same as usual.”
“We talked… laughed…”
She fell silent for a second.
Then quietly sighed.
“I tried to be bolder.”
“Like you suggested.”
I looked at her.
“And?”
Miyu smiled crookedly.
“And I realized it’s not that simple.”
She quietly laughed at herself.
“Looks like…”
“He still has a hard time stopping seeing me as just a childhood friend.”
“No matter how hard I try.”
I nodded understandingly.
“Yeah…”
“It won’t be easy.”
I looked ahead, thinking for a moment.
“Especially with such a thick-headed guy like Hayato.”
Miyu chuckled quietly.
“Can’t argue with that…”
I looked back again.
Yuki was animatedly telling something.
Hayato was laughing so sincerely that it was pleasant to watch even from the side.
Hm…
How else can I give Miyu a push…
She needs a completely different approach.
While I was thinking, Miyu suddenly spoke up herself.
“Kurosaki-kun…”
“Hm?”
“Was it you who changed Yuki like this?”
I answered calmly:
“I helped a little.”
Miyu looked at me skeptically.
“A little?”
She looked back again.
“She’s a completely different person now.”
“Before, she was afraid to say an extra word.”
“But now…”
She smiled.
“She’s the one leading the conversation.”
“Even teasing Hayato.”
After a short pause, she added:
“And… she’s even stopped being so self-conscious about her clothes.”
I smiled slightly.
“She learns quickly.”
“You just had to make her feel that it’s okay to make mistakes.”
Miyu was silent for a while.
Then she quietly exhaled.
“She’s lucky…”
I looked at her questioningly.
She looked away.
“I…”
She awkwardly scratched the back of her head.
“I’m counting on your help too.”
A light smile appeared on my face.
“Of course.”
“It’s just that right now I have too many things piled up.”
“The house, the move…”
I shrugged.
“As soon as I have free time, we’ll work on your route too.”
Miyu lifted her head.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“But until then…”
I smirked.
“Don’t loosen your grip.”
“Keep taking steps yourself.”
“If you keep waiting for my hints all the time, Hayato definitely won’t catch up to you.”
Miyu snorted and lightly elbowed me.
“Hey…”
“Are you calling me lazy right now?”
“No.”
I smiled calmly.
“I said you’re capable of handling it without me.”
She looked at me for a few seconds, then grinned widely.
“Alright.”
“Then I’ll try not to disappoint you.”

We stopped near the stands.
I took out my phone.
“Miyu.”
She immediately turned around.
“Huh?”
“Help me film a couple of clips?”
She smiled habitually.
“Of course.”
It seemed this had already become something of a tradition over the past few weeks.
I quickly explained the idea.
Nothing complicated.
A few short shots of the warm-up.
Then a short run.
And at the end—a tip on running technique.
Miyu confidently held the phone, sometimes suggesting better angles herself.
“Do this part again.”
“Got it.”
We quickly finished filming the material.
I briefly reviewed the recording.
“Perfect.”
“Thanks.”
She smiled contentedly.
“Anytime.”
I put the phone in my pocket and looked at the track.
“Then…”
“To the finish?”
An eager, competitive smile immediately appeared on Miyu’s face.
“Finally!”
“I’m definitely winning this time!”
I just smirked.
“We’ll see.”
She stepped forward.
“On three!”
“One…”
“Two…”
“Three!”
We took off at the same time.
For the first few seconds, Miyu stayed right beside me.
But a moment later, I noticed the familiar picture.
She turned back again.
Toward where Hayato and Yuki were running at their leisurely pace.
Laughter reached us from there again.
Miyu was distracted for a fraction of a second.
That was enough.
I calmly continued to accelerate.
The distance between us quickly grew.
A few seconds later, it was all over.
I crossed the imaginary finish line first.
Miyu arrived a few seconds later.
She stopped, hands on her knees.
“Damn…”
She exhaled heavily.
“Again…”
“Absolutely no chance…”
I calmly caught my breath.
“You lost again before you even started.”
She looked up.
“Why?”
“Because you weren’t running with me.”
I nodded toward the track behind us.
“Your thoughts were over there.”
Miyu silently turned around.
In the distance, Yuki was animatedly telling something.
Hayato was laughing with her.
She quietly sighed.
“Looks like…”
“You’re right.”

A few minutes later, we finished training.
“See you at school!” Hayato smiled and waved.
“Bye!” Miyu also raised her hand.
The two of them headed toward their house.
Yuki and I slowly walked toward our neighborhood.
She was silent for a few minutes.
Then suddenly smiled widely.
“Thank you, Kurosaki-kun!”
I turned my head.
“For what?”
She hugged the water bottle tighter to herself.
“Today…”
“It was so easy talking to him.”
“Before, I was always thinking about what to say…”
“But today everything just flowed naturally.”
She laughed happily.
“And…”
“I think…”
“He’s finally starting to see me as a girl.”
She looked at me playfully and slightly puffed out her chest.
I simply met her gaze.
Winked.
And calmly looked forward again.
Yuki waited a few seconds for some other reaction.
She didn’t get one.
She cutely puffed out her cheeks.
“That’s exactly why you’re definitely not Hayato.”
I looked at her questioningly.
“Why?”
“Because you never openly stare at me.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“And your experience is obviously much greater.”
I laughed softly.
“I’m your teacher.”
“It would be strange if I could be embarrassed by such simple tricks.”
Yuki snorted quietly.
“You’re really impossible, Kurosaki-kun…”

I entered the classroom among the last few students.
A typical school morning.
Noise.
Conversations.
Someone was finishing homework right before the bell.
Someone was discussing yesterday’s baseball game.
I took my seat and began observing out of habit.
“Let’s see…”
The school day itself passed surprisingly calmly.
Nothing that could seriously change the routes.
But…
There were enough small changes.
And it was from these that the whole plot gradually took shape.
The first thing I noticed was Amano-sensei.
During one of the breaks, she approached Hayato again.
Under the pretext of checking his report, they talked for a few minutes.
From the outside, it looked completely innocent.
A teacher helping a diligent student.
But I remembered the original novel too well.
“The route is slowly moving.”
“Still within canon.”
It was too early to worry.

What was more interesting was the big break.
As soon as Hayato left the classroom, girls immediately started gathering around him again.
Miyu loudly called him over as usual to look at a new training exercise.
Satomi offered to go pick up sports equipment together after class.
Rin, as always, stayed calmer than the rest, but still didn’t miss the chance to talk.
However…
There was one noticeable difference today.
Yuki.
A week ago, she would have stood silently on the side.
Waiting until the conversation ended.
And only then quietly approaching.
Today everything was different.
She was the first to speak to Hayato.
She told some cheerful story.
Sometimes laughed softly.
Several times Hayato even blushed, and the other girls were forced to wait until their conversation finished.
Not bad…
Very not bad.
Yuki had finally stopped being just the background of her own story.

By the end of the third period, another event occurred.
The biology teacher announced the pairs for a big joint project.
I looked up at the list.
And immediately found the right names.
Hayato and Rin.
I smiled faintly.
Right…
Totally forgot.
In the original novel, Rin had used her family’s influence to subtly pressure the school administration.
Formally—nothing illegal.
Just a “fortunate coincidence.”
As a result, she ended up paired with Hayato.
And then…
Joint research.
Work after school.
Meetings at home.
And many additional scenes.
“Another route is following canon.”
I calmly closed my notebook.
There was no point in interfering yet.
On the contrary.
Let it develop naturally.
The more natural the relationships between the characters become, the less they will suspect that someone is interfering in their lives at all.

The final bell rang unexpectedly quickly.
I slowly stood up from my desk.
“Overall…”
“Today turned out to be almost entirely canonical.”
Amano-sensei continued to gradually get closer to Hayato.
Rin had secured additional joint scenes for herself through the biology project.
Miyu had no intention of backing down.
Satomi continued to act directly and persistently as always.
And Yuki…
Today, for the first time, Yuki had become the one confidently drawing Hayato’s attention to herself.
I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Hayato…”
“You’re still confidently moving toward your harem.”
“Only now the routes are starting to intertwine in a completely different way than in the original.”