“After that, let’s see... I went to the fireworks festival with Kotono-chan and Noa-chan.”
“Hmm? It wasn't just the two of you, Riran?”
“Noa-chan just wouldn't listen and insisted on going. Akito, you were too kind to turn her down.”
“Uwah, I can totally imagine that.”
Please don't look at me with those judgmental eyes, I'm going to cry.
Even so, being so indecisive that I let my kouhai squeeze in on my first summer festival date with my girlfriend... I’m quite a piece of trash. I have no excuse.
Certainly, it has become a tradition to go to the fireworks festival with Kotono and Noa.
I guess I just got pushed into it and couldn't say no...
“So what happened? Did it end without any trouble?”
“Without trouble... well, I suppose you could say it was without trouble... maybe.”
“What's with that vague way of putting it?”
“...A lot happened, and she ended up calling me Ane-san.”
“Didn't a bit too much happen?”
I think that's a pretty important detail.
How on earth did it lead to Noa calling Riran 'Ane-san'?
“W-well, it's fine, isn't it? It's a bit of an embarrassing memory for me too... you know?”
“If you don't want to say, that's fine, but...”
“I-I'm sure you'll remember once your memory returns.”
“...That's true.”
My memory, huh... I wonder when it will return.
“Well, in exchange for giving permission to go with those two, I got a reward.”
“A reward?”
“A Wedding Experience.”
...Huh? A Wedding Experience?
Riran operated her smartphone and showed me the screen, saying, “This is it.”
There, a photo was displayed of Riran dressed in a pure white dress and me in a tuxedo, looking into each other's eyes.
“O-Ohh! Amazing, it looks like a real wedding ceremony...!”
“Right? It was a collaboration between Neika’s family and a promotion company. I was able to get a priority reservation for that Wedding Experience.”
Come to think of it, we are supposed to be in the Jūmonji Group's care in the future.
They probably made the reservation with those connections in mind. I'm grateful.
“This photo is being used for the PR of the company's official account. Even now, we are still being employed as models.”
With that, she showed me the company's account this time.
The photo from earlier was definitely being used.
It has gone incredibly viral... there are even comments from people overseas, this is incredible.
“By the way, the model fees are scheduled to come in soon.”
“Seriously? How much?”
“Mumble mumble...”
“Pfft!?”
Wait, isn't that a bit too generous, Neika's Papa!?
As expected of the Jūmonji Group...
After that, Riran showed me various photos.
A solo of Riran.
A solo of me.
A photo of her looking happy while linking arms with me.
And then, a photo of a kiss.
“..........”
“Hmm!?”
“Oh, this? It came out well, didn't it?”
“No, this, wait...!?”
“Why are you so surprised by just a kiss?”
I am surprised.
It’s true that we are dating and engaged. So we’ve probably had a kiss or two.
But if I'm suddenly shown a scene like this, of course I'd be surpris—
“...Huh?”
“What's wrong?”
“No... I feel like something important happened with a kiss on a rainy day.”
This is probably also a memory from these past six months.
Something important for me and Riran, or rather, something precious.
I tilted my head.
Whether Riran had an idea of what it was, her face turned bright red in an instant.
Not just her face. Her ears, her neck, even her shoulders and décolletage were deep red.
“A-u... t-that is...”
“Do you have an idea of what it is?”
“I-it's not just an idea, it's the only thing... In fact, how could you forget something so important, you idiot!”
“Isn't that unavoidable?”
If it's something that happened in these six months, it can't be helped that I forgot.
Whether it was a very embarrassing memory or she was angry that I forgot, she let out a groan with a bright red face.
You don't have to glare at me that much...
Riran let out a deep sigh and looked up at the rainy sky.
“Come to think of it, it was raining that day too. At the very least, it's my number one memory.”
“Is that so...?”
“Yes. In fact, I should have talked about this memory first.”
S-such a memory exists...? I wonder what kind of memory it is.