SS 12: Thinking of Him on White Day Night

Thinking of Him on White Day Night

Since today was White Day, I went on a date with him.

Soon, the school year will come to an end. Next year, Senpai will be a third-year student, preparing for entrance exams. It seems he’s aiming for a prestigious university in the city, one with a renowned literature department. That’s just like him. I once mentioned that since he’s already a professional, he doesn’t really need to go to college. But he responded with something admirable, “The more knowledge I have, the better. Besides, having expertise outside of novel writing will only broaden the scope of my work.”

Senpai is steadily building his career as a professional writer. The fact that he has been working on multiple manuscripts for publication even before his official debut is, no matter how you look at it, truly impressive.

There were times when I worried he might drift away from me. But despite the growing number of offers coming his way, he never let success go to his head. He was always kind to me. Every morning and every evening, he made sure we walked home together. No matter how busy he was, he always carved out time for us.

Sometimes, I worry that I might be getting in his way. But then he told me, “If I didn’t see Ai-san, my writing efficiency would actually be worse.”

Hearing that made me so happy, I couldn’t help but feel over the moon.

I’ve never been good at relying on others, but with him, it feels strangely easy.

Today, he patiently went shopping with me. We indulged in delicious cake. And on the way home, we stole kisses in secret, over and over again.

Among all the girls in love on this special day, I was certain—I was the happiest of them all.

And it was all because of him.

At the end of our date, I carefully unwrapped the package Senpai had prepared for me. This was the first White Day gift I had ever received from him, and I wanted to cherish it.

Inside was a framed photo—the one we took together after the awards ceremony when we were honored for saving that elderly man. I picked it up and smiled. This was a treasure. After all, it was our very first photo together.

From the day we met, from the moment I realized my feelings for him…

My life had undeniably changed for the better.

Hugging the framed photo close, I let my emotions settle before turning my attention back to the package.

Carefully, I unwrapped the rest and discovered a beautiful assortment of macarons. He told me he chose them because he once saw me staring at them in the department store’s basement. The fact that he remembered such a small, passing moment made me so happy—it showed me how much he truly cared. He had said.

“You love macarons, but you only let yourself have them on special occasions, right? So I thought… today would be perfect.”

He remembered—even the tiniest details—so well that it made me blush.

But more than anything, I was overwhelmed with happiness. I never knew that having someone understand me so deeply could feel this wonderful.

I took a bite of the berry-flavored macaron. As its sweetness spread through my mouth, I couldn’t help but recall our earlier kisses.

It tasted like first love. (To be continued…?)