Towards the evening, inside a bright and spacious drugstore, soft background music drifted between the shelves.
A girl with beautiful waist-length hair was restocking the daily necessities aisle. Her white hair flowed like moonlight, gleaming softly under the store lights.
At that moment, she was staring blankly at the polite greeting message sent by a newly added contact on her phone: YUI.
So we really did end up adding each other…
It had only been a joke before. No, even she hadn’t expected they would exchange contact info this quickly.
They’d known each other for less than a day.
Soon after, she threw herself back into work.
Her movements were brisk and efficient, her expression focused. Every so often, she would look up and offer a polite smile to passing customers.
Just then, a well-dressed middle-aged woman with a gentle air—Mrs. Yuigahama—walked over with a shopping basket in hand, hesitating slightly as she searched the hand cream shelf.
“Oh dear… was the brand I used last time here…?” Mrs. Yuigahama murmured softly to herself.
Hearing her, Tadayana immediately turned around, a natural customer-service smile on her face.
“Good evening. Are you looking for a particular hand cream? Would you like me to help you find it?”
Mrs. Yuigahama looked up at the sound of her voice, and the moment she saw Tadayana, undisguised amazement and admiration flashed through her eyes. The girl’s looks—and that beautiful white hair—made her pause for a moment.
“Ah, yes… thank you.” Coming back to herself, Mrs. Yuigahama smiled a little sheepishly. “It’s the one with a faint yuzu scent.”
“If it’s the yuzu-scented one, please come this way. That line was moved a little while ago, so it’s over here.”
Tadayana stepped slightly aside to lead the way, her white hair swaying gently with the motion. She stopped at another display shelf not far away and accurately picked up a hand cream in fresh-looking packaging.
“Is this the one you meant?”
“Yes, yes, that’s it! Thank you so much, dear.” Mrs. Yuigahama happily took it, but her warm gaze still lingered on Tadayana. “Your hair really is beautiful. It’s as pure as snow—very distinctive.”
“Thank you very much for the compliment.”
“Is working part-time here hard?” Mrs. Yuigahama asked, her tone full of the concern of an older adult.
“Not at all. Everyone here is very kind. And I get to come into contact with lots of products, which is interesting too.”
“That’s wonderful. I also have a daughter around your age—her name is Yui, and she can be a little scatterbrained sometimes.” Mrs. Yuigahama’s voice was full of motherly affection. “When I see a young person working this seriously, I just can’t help thinking how admirable it is.”
“You flatter me.”
Tadayana dipped her head slightly.
“All right, I won’t keep you from your work. Thank you for helping me find it.”
Mrs. Yuigahama placed the hand cream into her basket and nodded again in thanks.
“You’re very welcome. I’m glad I could help. Please take care.”
Tadayana bowed as she saw her off.
Mrs. Yuigahama pushed her shopping basket toward the register, but on the way, she couldn’t help glancing back once more at that white figure moving busily among the shelves. A gentle smile rested on her face as she thought to herself, What a pretty, steady-headed good girl. If only Yui could learn a little of that composure…
Only after the other woman had left her sight did Tadayana mutter to herself:
“It can’t be that much of a coincidence…”
Yui…
And on top of that, that woman had basically been an older version of Yui Yuigahama.
Shaking her head, Tadayana decided to stop thinking about it.
Just now, she had simply activated her power-saving part-time job conversation mode.
If Mrs. Yuigahama were to run into Tadayana again in everyday life, she would discover that Tadayana was not actually this calm and steady at all, but rather someone with a cute, playful streak.
…
When Tadayana got home and turned her phone back on, several messages had already piled up.
Two of them were from Yui, asking for her opinion on how some new clothes looked when tried on. The rest were all from Iroha Isshiki.
Aside from a whole bunch of little complaints from Iroha about everyday life, the latest messages at the bottom were short and repeated three times at ten-minute intervals.
[Iroha]: You home yet?
…
[Iroha]: You home yet?
…
[Iroha]: You home yet?
After lying on the bed to rest for a few minutes, Tadayana half-deadly replied:
[Tadayana]: Home.
The instant she sent it, the other side replied at once.
[Iroha]: Thank goodness. Oh, my family’s having hot pot tonight—want to come eat at my place? You can stay over too while you’re at it. Oh, and don’t get weird ideas about that last part. I’m totally straight. I’m not interested in you.
[Tadayana]: You may not be interested in me, but whether I’m interested in you is another matter.
Even exhausted to the point of collapse, Miss Tadayana’s talent for talking trash could not be stopped.
Even if she died of exhaustion, she still had to say it and claim victory. That was her final stubborn insistence.
The reply from the other side took a little while to come.
[Iroha]: Ugh~ hopeless. Tadayana has become a completely hopeless lesbian. At a time like this, I’m the only one who doesn’t dislike you. Even if it’s gross, there’s nothing to be done, since I’m your friend~ But wow, still so gross. Please have some self-respect. You’re a good person. I’m sure you’ll meet a nice woman someday who’ll be willing to fool around with you.
“…Why does that feel so convoluted…?”
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T/N: heh i wanna see iroha get ntrd, also who else thinks iroha is hopelessly in love with tadayana
anyway this is big dango
wow why is the image like that, that’s crazy anyway poll timeeee
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