Episode 83 – Segawa Yuri Wants to be Loved

I think Ishizaki Shota likes me. I can tell that he likes me, and that in itself makes me happy.

However, my love for Shota is so great that I don’t feel it is one-sided.

I originally fell in love with Shota, so it is not surprising that my love is greater than his, but I feel that Shota’s passion and my passion are completely different.

In short, I feel that Shota’s attachment to me is weak.

When I get hit on, he gets uncomfortable just a little bit, and doesn’t ask as persistently as I do. Maybe I’m a little crazy, but he is supposed to not feel good when his girlfriend is being hit on all the time. Even I’m popular enough.

So I decided to test Shota a little.

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Here’s the plan.

Shota is extremely weak when it comes to alcohol. If he drinks, he loses his memory. So I mixed a little sake in his drink so that he would forget that he even drank it.

Since I could communicate with Shota in a drunken state, I would then broach the main part of the plan, which was to say goodbye to him.

No matter what the outcome of the conversation, he would have no memory of it the next morning, and Shota would never find out.

It was a simple plan, but I felt it was the most effective.

“Yuri, are you eating at home today?”

“Yes. I’ll make it, so wait a minute.”

“I’ll help you.”

“No need ! Sit down !”

“Y-yeah…….”

Shota looked at me curiously, then quietly went back to the living room and started playing with his phone.

When I thought about it, I had a feeling that mixing alcohol in his drink would be exposed. The smell, the look, the taste.

If that was the case, I realized that it would be easier to mix it with food, or rather, make food that uses cooking sake.

I made steamed clams with sake, skimmed off the alcohol to the point where a normal person would not feel much discomfort, made sure they were properly edible, and ate them with Shota.

“Yuri…..”

“Hm, what’s wrong Shota?”

“Yuri.”

“Yeah, I’m glad you’re drunk.”

“What about?”

“Nothing.”

When Shota gets drunk, he regresses to a child, his words and actions become simple and direct, and he is rather deleterious to me.

I would like to see more of this kind of Shota, but since he has been doing things like abstaining from alcohol, I rarely get a chance to see it.

“Hey, Shota.”

“Hm? What’s wrong?

Shota, sitting side by side on the sofa, leans against me. He is so cute.

“I’m going to break up with you.”

“Eh? EH? Why why……”

“Shota, you don’t like me, right? You should find someone better.”

“Yuri, why……”

Unable to watch Shota getting more and more teary-eyed, I avert my eyes from Shota.

my heart aches. I know he loves me, but I want to know how much. I couldn’t stop here.

He was so drunk, Shota was even more honest than usual.

“It’s meaningless if I’m the only one who’s happy, right? What do you like about me? Don’t say everything.”

“If I tell you that, you won’t break up with me? You won’t break up with me, right?”

“If I’m satisfied, we won’t break up. Shota doesn’t say that to me. I won’t be satisfied easily.”

I wanted to know Shota’s honest feelings. I wanted to know how he felt about me. I want the confidence that he loves me.

I know I’m a troublesome woman. I should have asked Shota in a normal way, but I couldn’t, so I’m using this method. Even so, I want to know how Shota feels about me.

Shota narrowed his eyes as if he was remembering the past, and after a short pause he began to speak.

“The thing that made me the happiest, of course, you saw me as ‘me’. As ‘Ishizaki Shota’ instead of ‘good-looking man’.

After that, I gradually became more conscious of it, such as your bright, ever-changing facial expressions or your surprisingly hard-working personality, I was drawn to you.”

“Hee……”

“Even after we started dating, I was happy to see a side of you that I couldn’t have seen if I hadn’t been you, such as being shy or being late. Every time I learned about Yuri, my love for you grew more and more, you know?”

“I see…….”

Shota speaks to me while being shy, and I’m a little surprised by his clear tone, which is different from before.

Even so, it was a series of surprises so far.

I wasn’t sure if he liked me when we first started dating because Shota was pretty new to me. He had never whispered his love for me out loud, so I was a little confused by the information I was learning for the first time.

Without hesitation, Shota continued talking to me.

“I’m still happy to be with you every day and that alone makes me happy. So don’t say you’re breaking up with me. Without Yuri, I might not be able to do it anymore.”

“……”

“I’m okay with marrying Yuri, or rather, I want to marry you, you know? I’m sorry if I’m always cold. But the truth is I love you. I love you more than you know.”

“I-I see.”

Shota pleads with his eyes and grabs my hand. I couldn’t do anything else but reply.

I had thought that if I were going to get married, it would be to Shota, but I didn’t think that he felt that way about me.

As Shota said, he seemed to like me more than I had imagined.

I’ll try to regain my composure and reassure Shota.

“Thank you. Now I understand. I won’t break up with you, don’t worry. I love you too.”

“Thank god…… I’m glad to hear that. I’m so relieved, I’m getting sleepy.”

“You can sleep. Here.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

I tapped my leg, meaning to put Shota on my lap, as he was back to his drunken tone. Shota collapsed there and fell asleep in a minute.

I patted Shota’s head, who was breathing softly in his sleep, and thought back to what had happened earlier.

Marriage. He’s thinking about me that much. I’m loved by him.

When I think of that, my cheeks naturally relax. I slap my cheeks once and think about what I should do now.

“I don’t think I can behave normally after being told that…”

Anyway, Shota will lose his memory tomorrow, so it’s strange that I’m the only one with a strange attitude. What should I do? I really don’t know.

In the end, without any good ideas, I carried Shota to the bed and went to bed with him.

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The next day, when I woke up in the morning, Shota had lost his memory and I said to him,

“Shota, let’s get married. Someday.”

“Eh? Eh?’

“I’ll be waiting for you. Fufu.”

“No, wait, Yuri?”

I smiled broadly at Shota, who was blushing and confused. He doesn’t have to know yet. Even if Shota here doesn’t notice, Shota from yesterday will eventually notice.

All I have to do is wait for Shota to be ready. Until then, I think I can wait. I no longer feel unloved.

At that time, I didn’t think that Shota would propose to me relatively soon, and here I thought he would propose to me in three years or so.