A few days after the Coming of Age ceremony—
there was a high school reunion.
Soichiro and Ayaka were there, of course, along with Hijiri, Chiharu, and Tenka.
Naturally, Yuzuru and Arisa attended as well.
The standing-style reunion at a high-end hotel progressed peacefully…
“Yuzuru-san, give me a piggyback. I can’t walk.”
“Don’t lie… you’re walking just fine.”
“Nooo, I don’t wanna—”
Arisa was completely drunk.
Yuzuru looked utterly at a loss as she whined.
Arisa had a low tolerance and got drunk easily—
but once she was drunk, it lasted.
She could get completely plastered, yet never actually pass out.
In other words—
she was a handful.
“So, where are we going for the after-party?”
That was Ayaka, clearly assuming everyone would go.
She had a high tolerance.
She’d been drinking plenty already, but still looked unsatisfied.
“That sounds great! Let’s go, let’s go!!”
Chiharu shouted, clinging to Soichiro’s shoulder.
As far as Yuzuru remembered, she hadn’t even drunk that much—
yet she was already tipsy.
Very much Arisa’s type.
“I won’t be drinking, but I’ll come along.”
That was Soichiro, supporting Chiharu.
He could drink, but didn’t like to drink much.
At the reunion, he’d only had one beer out of courtesy.
“I can’t drink, but I’ll join if that’s alright.”
That was Tenka.
She simply didn’t drink at all—hadn’t touched a drop the whole evening.
“I’m done with alcohol too… but I could still eat.”
That was Hijiri.
He could drink, but not much.
He’d had a few drinks, but already looked worn out.
He liked alcohol, which made it all the more frustrating for him.
“I’m going too! I’m coming!!”
Arisa raised one hand energetically.
As mentioned—
she was the type who drank a lot despite being weak.
“You promise you’ll take it easy?”
“I will, I will!”
She nodded rapidly.
Hardly the most reliable promise—
but as long as Yuzuru kept an eye on her, it would be fine.
More than anything, it was a reunion.
Opportunities like this would only become rarer.
“Alright, we’ll go too.”
Yuzuru told Ayaka.
Incidentally, Yuzuru had a strong tolerance.
He considered himself about on par with Ayaka—and he enjoyed drinking too.
Though with Arisa to look after—and after telling her to hold back—he couldn’t really drink much tonight.
“Somewhere with good food and plenty of soft drinks, maybe? …How about this place?”
Ayaka showed them her phone.
It looked like a well-rated izakaya. Japanese-style pub serving food and drinks.
“I’m fine with that.”
“Me too!”
Yuzuru agreed, and Arisa followed immediately—without even looking.
After confirming everyone else was fine with it, Ayaka led the way.
They arrived in about ten minutes.
The place was clean and stylish.
“Alright, Arisa—sit properly.”
“I am sitting.”
“That’s my lap. The chair’s over here.”
“Is that not allowed?”
“It’s not.”
After some effort, Yuzuru got her to sit beside him.
Though she pouted briefly, she soon leaned happily against him.
Her soft chest pressed against his arm.
“Arisa… people are watching…”
“It’s fiiine…”
Yuzuru sighed.
Then lightly glared at Ayaka and the others, who were watching with amused grins.
“What? It’s not a show.”
“Hey, we’re not saying anything. Just thinking you two are as lovey-dovey as ever. What are you drinking?”
Ayaka handed over a menu.
Yuzuru glanced at it, then showed it to Arisa, who was rubbing her cheek against his arm.
“Here, what do you want?”
“I’ll have whatever you recommend.”
“Alright—two glasses of water for now.”
“Ehh!?”
“No ‘ehh.’ You need some water.”
“But—”
“Drink one glass, then you can order something.”
Somehow, he managed to convince her.
Before long, their drinks and appetisers arrived.
“Here, Arisa—drink this.”
“Mhm…”
She downed the water in one go.
Apparently, she’d been thirstier than she thought.
Then she looked at him again.
“Can I order alcohol now?”
“Yeah. What do you want?”
“Your recommendation. …Something alcoholic.”
“Alright, alright.”
When the next round of food arrived, Yuzuru ordered the weakest-looking drink on the menu.
Arisa looked a little dissatisfied—
but after one sip, her mood brightened immediately.
It was probably the sweetness.
“Arisa-san is as cute as ever. Makes me want to take her home.”
“She’s mine, so no.”
As Chiharu grinned, Yuzuru pulled Arisa closer protectively.
Arisa, in turn, smiled happily and said—
“I belong to Yuzuru-san.”
