Chapter 147: Approaching

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Translator: Soafp

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500: Username: Anonymous in Love

Hmm, I'm against it. Things like that always get found out eventually.

501: Username: Anonymous in Love

Especially with parents, lol.

502: Username: Anonymous in Love

Is that so? Honestly, I don't think it'll be that easy to get caught.

503: Username: Anonymous in Love

Well, 1 is serious about his studies, right? He's top of the class.

So I think it's fine to hide his hair color if that's the case.

504: Username: Anonymous in Love

If his parents start getting suspicious, that's a whole different problem.

Everyone has secrets; you don't need to be that serious about it.

505: Username: Anonymous in Love

But wouldn't it be bad if they found out he was hiding it?

Also, those one-day dyes wash out super easily.

I used one when I was a kid.

I colored over black with crayon, and it would reveal rainbow underneath (nostalgia).

506: Username: Anonymous in Love

The stuff they have now is amazing. It doesn't wash out that easily, not even with water.

Some of it requires special shampoo to remove.

507: Username: Anonymous in Love

Hmm… I think it's better to just be honest, though.

1 isn't acting rebellious or anything.

508: Username: 1

Thanks, everyone. I'm still undecided.

509: Username: Anonymous in Love

Yeah, the opinion on black dye is split.

510: Username: Anonymous in Love

I can't really relate. Never had rainbow-colored hair.

511: Username: Anonymous in Love

Has anyone ever dyed their hair rainbow in high school and gotten caught by their parents!?

512: Username: Anonymous in Love

How many people in the world does that even apply to?

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Lunch break.

After overcoming the “wall” of half-off prices, I had finished eating a convenience store pastry (60% off).

“Not good.”

I sighed.

In the end, the opinions from the forum were split.

It's no surprise. I'm still torn myself.

Hiding it from my parents… The moment I say it out loud, it feels like something bad. 

But if I frame it as keeping them from worrying, then it sounds more noble. 

Still, if they find out I was hiding it… Ugh.

“It's tough… and this tastes terrible.”

Who could have predicted I'd be dealing with a dilemma like this?

If I can't understand it, there's no way my family would.

So maybe it's okay to keep hiding it… But I know. 

Something inside me still doesn't feel right about that.

I'm going in circles. There's no way I'll find a clear answer.

“Ugh… Not good.”

I won't get to a conclusion, but for now, I've decided to empty my cluttered thoughts.

Just like that empty pastry wrapper I've got now (so cold).

“—Ah! Hajime-kun!”

“Hey there.”

“H-hey (awkward).”

And then, of course, they show up—those two.

Oh yeah, they eat here.

“Are you having lunch?”

“Yeah, but I'm already done.”

“Fast.”

“Really fast!”

The two of them looked wide-eyed.

Well, yeah, eating alone is a quick job (lol).

“I didn't know there was a bench for just one person here.”

“Heh.”

“Yeah!”

I guess I've never seen anyone else use it but me (lol).

I'm not crying, really (lol).

“Well, I'm off to the library (sobbing).”

“Good luck!”

“More studying? You're amazing.”

…Well, last week was chaotic, so I barely studied. 

I was busy over the weekend too. 

I really need to catch up!

“………”

Just then, Shiori-san looked up at me, staring intently at my hair.

Seriously, short girls automatically looking up at you is like a weapon in itself. 

With her big eyes, it only adds to the impact.

What I'm trying to say is, she's really cute. 

Shiori-san… your tail looks lovely today too (hallucination).

“Wh-what is it?”

Why is she suddenly staring at my hair now? 

Did it change colors on its own? No, that can't be. 

Though there are so many colors already, I probably wouldn't notice even if it did change (nine colors, after all).

“…Black…”

Wait, seriously? Did it change?

I've been regularly going to the salon, so I haven't had that awkward roots situation.

Since I bleached it, even if the color fades, it shouldn't go back to black.

“Hajime-kun, before you had rainbow hair… your hair was black, right?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.”

Oh, I see. She's talking about my old hair color.

…But why now?

“Yes, right! Sorry, never mind. It's nothing.”

“N-no problem…”

Shiori-san lets out a sigh of relief, her expression showing a bit of comfort.

I don't really get it, but I guess my hair still looks nice today (narcissist mode).

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[Toumachi’s family side]

Early July, at 4 PM in a certain hotel in Japan.

A family of three was getting ready for their trip.

A “brown-haired” girl glanced nervously at the brown-haired woman beside her.

“…Are you really going today, Mom? The plan was for next week, wasn't it?”

“Of course! I thought I'd surprise him by going earlier!”

“If Hana-san says so, I have no choice but to follow your orders. I'm sure she didn't expect the flight to be canceled.”

“You're going without telling him?”

“Something's triggering my womanly instincts. I'm sure he is hiding something.”

“If Mom says so, then it's probably true.”

“‘Womanly instincts,' huh? You're almost forty—”

“…”

“Oh.”

“I'm counting on you, Nina…”