In My Second Life, I'll Do Everything To Win You Over—My Beloved Childhood Friend Will Never Be Given To Anyone Else - Episode 14

Touka, wearing a school uniform, is staring intently at me.

It was me who asked you to wear it. So, it’s no wonder that Momoka is confused when I’m telling her to take it off.

“Doesn’t it suit me?”

Touka slightly tilts her head. Her long hair sways, and a vanilla scent fills the air.

“That’s not true…”

On the contrary, it’s the opposite. The gakuran itself suits you well.

But when I think that it’s Kusakabe’s, I can’t bring myself to praise it honestly.

“Why did you borrow Kusakabe’s school uniform?”

“Because they said they would lend it to me.”

“Is that all?”

“That’s all.”

There might be no lies in Momoka’s words. Since Momoka has no siblings and no other close male friends, there probably isn’t anyone else she could borrow from besides Kusakabe.

But I don’t like it.

When I approached Momoka, I smelled an unfamiliar scent. Could it be the smell of the grass wall?

“……I don’t want to. Hurry up and take it off.”

I am aware that I am being selfish. I am also aware that I am being unreasonable and sulking.

However, I can’t manage to mask my expressions and words well.

“Understood.”

Touka takes off her school uniform. Even the way she carefully folds it and puts it into the paper bag makes me angry; I must really be crazy.

“Have a seat, Nagisa.”

Prompted by Momoka, I sit down next to her.

My heart raced at Momoka’s usual unchanging attitude.

What does Momoka think of me?

This is the first time I’ve ever wanted to ask something like this. Momoka is my best friend, and she feels the same way about me.

I had never felt any anxiety about that relationship.

But now it’s different.

Every time Momoka talks to Kusakabe, I feel uneasy, worried that the day will come when he chooses Kusakabe over me…

“Peach Blossom”

“What?”

“……Just a little bit, okay?”

Without waiting for a response, I hugged Momoka tightly. The familiar scent was reassuring.

Burying my face in Momoka’s shoulder, I pull her waist tightly towards me. Without a word, Momoka gently wraps her arms around my waist.

“Hey, Momoka. You didn’t fall in love with Kusakabe, did you…?”

I was scared to hear the reply, and my voice trembled.

What if Momoka nodded?

If someone smiled and said they liked Kusakabe, what would you do?

What should I do?

I thought that someday, Momoka would also have a boyfriend.

At that time, I believed I would be able to say “Congratulations” with a smile.

But, it must be different.

I can’t support my best friend’s love.

“What if I said that’s true?”

My hand moved reflexively and tightly gripped Momoka’s wrist.

“Ouch,” Momoka muttered, but I couldn’t ease my grip.

Why? Why am I feeling this way?

Deep in my chest, dark red emotions are swirling, and I can’t explain them well even to myself.

“It’s a lie.”

Touka chuckled softly and stared at me intently.

A sweet smile that seems to provoke. My heart skips a beat at this unfamiliar expression.

Was Momoka always the kind of person who smiled like this…?

Before I knew it, there were many Touka I didn’t know.

Just that alone makes me feel like I’m going crazy.