Chapter 8:

THE HANDSOME ENTRANCE of SATOSHI SHIN 👀

HIKARU TO ONNA



Kazuya spotted Yuki and Tatsuya together. "Hey, Yuki! What's wrong?" he called out, noticing his  expression. "Why are you laughing?"Yuki looked over at Tatsuya, still giggling. Kazuya walked up, draped an arm around Tatsuya’s shoulder, and smiled. "Hey, you and I are in the same group, you know."Tatsuya gave a slight nod. "Yeah, I know.""Do you know who the other three are?" Kazuya asked.Tatsuya shrugged indifferently. "I'm not interested."Meanwhile, Haru was standing by the seal enclosure, watching the seal   said "Did someone come here?" She muttered to himself, looking at the empty space around him.SHe stood there observing them for a while before finally sitting down. Slowly, she closed her eyes. As a memory flashed through her  mind, tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes. "This place," Haru whispered softly, "is the most beautiful place in my entire life."By the time Haru finally headed home, the sun had almost set.As soon as she walked through the door, Keito looked up and asked, "Where were you?""Just out," Haru replied blankly, lost in his own thoughts. Without another word, she  walked straight to her  room and shut the door behind her.Out on the balcony, Keito was leaning against the railing, softly humming a tune to himself.Inside, Yukito finally finished up the paperwork at his desk. He stretched and walked out of his room, only to see Keito standing out on the balcony. He took a few steps closer and realized Keito was singing. Instead of interrupting, Yukito just stood there quietly, listening.A moments later, Keito stopped singing. Without turning around, she said, "Yukito! Was my song beautiful?"Yukito stepped out onto the balcony beside him. "Yeah."Keito smiled. "You’ve been standing there the whole time, haven't you?""You noticed?" Yukito asked, a bit surprised.Keito turned to face him, her expression turning slightly serious. "Don't forget my name, Yukito. I'm Keito." (FRAGRANCE )***Yukito bowed his head slightly in a respectful gesture. "Yes, Keito."Seeing his formal reaction, Keito couldn't help but laugh.Inside the house, Yuki, who had been sleeping all this time, finally woke up. Hearing a noise, Yukito looked back and said, "Keito, I think Yuki is awake."The two of them left the balcony and walked back into the living room. Yuki was standing there, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "What's going on? Where is everyone?" He asked groggy. "And where's Mom?""Mom and Mika went over to Sakura's place," Keito answered. "They aren't back yet."Hearing that, Yuki yawned and turned around to go back to bed."Hey, who goes back to sleep at sunset?" Keito called out, exasperated.Yukito sighed, shaking his head. "Great, he's going to keep me up all night .



In the morning at the academy, I saw the Sensei talking about everyone's groups.

"You've all checked your names, right?" Sensei asked.

"Yes, Sensei!" everyone shouted back loudly.

Sensei began reading out the names for Group 1: Akane, Mei, Sora, Shinto and Rei.

Next was Group 2: Gaku, Ikki, Nami, Sen, and Chiyo.

Then Group 3: Miyuki Yumeko, Yuki, Masaru, Tomoe, and Kitsune.

Finally, Group 4: Tatsuya, Kazuya, Momoko, Aika, and Tsukiko.

After calling out all the groups, Sensei stood there. Tatsuya looked over and noticed a girl in his group. It was Momoko—the exact same girl he had argued with earlier over a seat!

Tatsuya sighed in annoyance and muttered to himself, "Ugh, of all people, she's in our group!"

Momoko, on the other hand, was thrilled because her two best friends were right there in the same group with her.


Tatsuya spoke up, his voice deliberately loud enough for others to hear. "Looking at some people, you'd think they were heading to a party, not a classroom! Huh..."

Tasukiko caught the sharp, sarcastic jab immediately. Leaning toward Momoko, she whispered, "Wait, is he in our group?"

Momoko glanced over at Tatsuya, who looked thoroughly irritated and annoyed. She let out a soft huff. "Huh? Him? In our group? Forget it. The three of us are totally fine on our own."

A moment later, a boy walked into the room, drawing everyone’s attention. The teacher introduced him to the class. "Everyone, this is Satoshi Shin. He’s the leader for Groups 1 and 2."

As soon as he stepped in, a few girls in the class instantly fell for him. Whispering excitedly to her friend, one girl gushed, "Oh my gosh, this senior is so handsome!" The classroom quickly grew loud and chaotic with everyone talking at once. Seeing the commotion, the teacher leaned in and whispered to Satoshi, "You should probably head out now. If you stay any longer..."

Satoshi understood exactly what the teacher meant, nodded, and walked out. The whole class slumped in disappointment.

Losing his patience, the teacher snapped, "Alright, everyone quiet down!"

He then walked over to Yuki’s desk. Yuki was fast asleep. The teacher rapped on the desk three times, but Yuki didn't even budge. Finally, the teacher yelled his name. Yuki jumped up in a panic, throwing his hands up. "Yes, teacher?!"

"What do you mean, 'Yes, teacher'?!" the teacher scolded. "You’ve been sleeping this whole time! What kind of deep sleep is that? The class was literally screaming, and you slept right through it like a baby!"

Yuki rubbed his eyes and replied innocently, "But teacher, you always say we should do everything with absolute focus. That’s exactly what I was doing—focusing entirely on my sleep!"

The whole classroom burst into laughter.

The teacher stared at him, dumbfounded. "What?! Just because I said that doesn't mean you apply it to the wrong place, 


Yuki opened the front door, kicked off his shoes, and looked straight at Masaru. "Hey, Masaru. What actually happened while I was asleep? Sensei said there was a ton of shouting and screaming going on."

Masaru leaned back, waving his hand dismissively. "Ah, remember those senior students Sensei was talking about? That was Satoshi Shin, the leader of groups 1 and 2. He’s pretty good-looking, so the girls got a bit too excited. That's why it was so loud."

"Huh," Yuki muttered, processing the information. "Then who’s the leader of the other groups?"

Masaru shrugged. "Who knows? Probably someone else."

Yuki sighed, looking away. "Figures..."