The night was serene, the stars twinkling brightly in the clear sky above Takayama. A cool breeze wafted through the air, rustling the leaves and carrying the scent of fresh pine. On the balcony of his home, Kaito stood alone, his violin resting against his shoulder.

  His fingers moved gracefully along the strings, drawing out a haunting melody that seemed to blend with the night itself. The music was a reflection of his heart—both peaceful and conflicted after the long journey they had returned from.

  As the final notes of the tune faded into the silence, Kaito let out a small sigh. The journey had been unforgettable, but something about being back home brought a strange mixture of relief and uncertainty.

  Behind him, the sliding door to the balcony creaked open softly. He turned to see Kaguya stepping out, her long black hair shimmering under the moonlight.

  She was wearing a casual nightgown, a light shawl draped over her shoulders. There was a softness in her expression, but her eyes carried a hint of hesitation.

  “Hey,” she said quietly, closing the door behind her. “I couldn’t sleep. I heard the violin and thought I’d find you here.”

  Kaito nodded, lowering his violin and resting it against the balcony railing. “It’s peaceful out here. I guess I needed some time to think.”

  Kaguya leaned against the railing beside him, looking out at the quiet town below. The soft glow of the streetlights illuminated the rooftops, and the distant sound of crickets filled the air.

  “I know what you mean,” she said. “After everything we’ve been through, it’s hard to settle back into normal life.”

  They stood in silence for a moment, the cool breeze brushing against their faces.

  “It was an amazing trip, though,” Kaguya continued, her voice gentle. “I’m glad we all got to experience it together. But... it made me realize some things too.”

  Kaito glanced at her, sensing a shift in her tone. “What kind of things?”

  Kaguya hesitated, her fingers gripping the railing tightly. Her usual composed demeanor seemed to falter, and she took a deep breath before turning to face him.

  “Kaito,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while now. And I thought... maybe it’s finally time.”

  Kaito’s heart skipped a beat. He could see the vulnerability in her eyes, the way she struggled to find the right words.

  “I love you,” Kaguya said, her voice steady despite the emotions welling up inside her. “I’ve loved you for a long time now. And being with you during this journey... it only made those feelings stronger.”

  Kaito froze, her words echoing in his mind. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

  “I know this might be sudden,” Kaguya continued, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “But I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. I had to tell you.”

  “Kaguya...” Kaito finally managed to say, his voice low. “I... I’m sorry.”

  Her expression crumbled, the tears spilling over as she looked at him in disbelief. “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t feel the same way,” Kaito said, his voice heavy with regret. “You’re an amazing person, Kaguya. You’re kind, strong, and so important to me. But... now I think my heart belongs to someone else.”

  “Aoi,” Kaguya whispered, her voice breaking.

  Kaito nodded, guilt washing over him. “I can’t change how I feel. I’m so sorry, Kaguya.”

  The words hit her like a blow, and she took a step back, her body trembling as sobs wracked her frame. “No... no, this isn’t fair!” she cried, her voice filled with anguish. “Why does it have to be her? Why not me?!”

  Kaito reached out, but she pushed him away, her tears streaming down her cheeks.

  “You don’t understand!” Kaguya sobbed. “I’ve loved you for so long! I’ve dreamed about this moment, and now you’re telling me it’s impossible?!”

  Before Kaito could respond, she lunged forward, pulling him into a desperate kiss. Her lips pressed against his with an intensity that caught him off guard.

  Her tears mingled with their kiss as she poured all her emotions into it—a mix of love, pain, and determination. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, and her tongue brushed against his, leaving him momentarily frozen.

  When she finally pulled away, her face was streaked with tears, but there was a fierce resolve in her eyes. “I’m not giving up,” she said, her voice firm despite the trembling in her tone. “I don’t care if you love Aoi right now. I’ll make you see me, Kaito. I’ll win your heart, no matter what it takes.”

  Kaito stared at her, his mind reeling from the intensity of her confession and her actions. In that moment, a memory surfaced—something the masked man had told him before: “You will encounter someone who suffers deeply from unrequited love. Their pain will test your resolve.”

  Looking at Kaguya now, he understood those words all too well.

  Kaguya turned away, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said quietly, her voice breaking slightly as she walked back inside.

  Kaito stood there alone, the cool breeze brushing against his face as he tried to process everything that had just happened. His heart ached for Kaguya, but he couldn’t change how he felt.

  As the stars twinkled above, he wondered if things would ever go back to the way they were—or if this moment had changed everything forever.

  The night was deep, and the silence in the house felt heavier than usual. After Kaguya’s stormy confession and emotional retreat, Kaito remained on the balcony. The stars above seemed to dim in comparison to the turmoil churning inside him. He replayed the scene in his mind—the intensity of Kaguya’s words, the desperation in her kiss, and the pain etched on her tear-streaked face.

  Kaito rested his arms on the balcony railing, letting the cool air wash over him. His chest felt tight. He hated seeing Kaguya like that, but he also knew he couldn’t lie to her. Not about something as important as love.

  Minutes passed before he finally stepped back inside, his violin still resting where he had left it. He walked quietly through the house, pausing by the door to Kaguya’s room.

  It was closed, but he could hear muffled sounds—soft sobs that she tried to stifle. His hand hovered over the door, wanting to knock, to say something, anything, that might ease her pain. But what could he possibly say?

  He sighed, lowering his hand and walking away.

  The next morning, the household stirred with the sounds of normalcy—clinking dishes, murmured conversations, and the smell of breakfast wafting through the air. Kaito descended the stairs to find his sister Kaori already seated at the dining table, chatting animatedly with their mother, Shirayuki. Aoi was helping set the table, her bright smile lighting up the room as she placed plates in front of everyone.

  “Morning, Kaito,” Aoi greeted him cheerfully.

  “Morning,” Kaito replied, trying to sound normal.

  Haruto came bounding in next, his usual energy filling the space. “Man, I slept like a log last night! That trip really wore me out.”

  Kaito managed a small smile, but his gaze drifted toward the hallway just as Kaguya appeared, walking into the dining room with Akari by her side. Kaguya’s eyes were slightly red and puffy, but she wore a calm expression, as though nothing had happened the night before. She greeted everyone politely, avoiding direct eye contact with Kaito.

  “Good morning,” she said softly, sitting down beside Akari.

  Kaito’s chest tightened. He couldn’t tell if she was putting on a brave face or genuinely trying to act normal, but the distance she placed between them was palpable.

  As breakfast progressed, conversations flowed naturally around the table. Haruto regaled them with a dramatic retelling of the beach trip, drawing laughter from Kaori and Aoi. Even Kaguya smiled faintly at his antics, though she remained quieter than usual.

  After breakfast, the group decided to spend the day relaxing at home. The energy from their travels was still lingering, but they all seemed to appreciate the slower pace of being back in Takayama.

  Kaito found himself wandering the garden in the late morning, needing some air to clear his head. The garden was peaceful, with neatly trimmed hedges and a small koi pond reflecting the sunlight. He sat on a bench near the pond, watching the fish swim lazily beneath the surface.

  “You’re avoiding me,” a voice said behind him.

  Kaito turned to see Kaguya standing there, her arms crossed over her chest. Her expression was neutral, but her eyes betrayed the lingering emotions she had tried to suppress.

  “I’m not,” Kaito said quietly, shifting on the bench to give her room to sit. “I just... didn’t know how to talk to you.”

  Kaguya hesitated before sitting down beside him. She looked out at the pond, her hands resting in her lap. “I cried all night, you know,” she said, her voice steady but laced with sadness.

  Kaito winced. “Kaguya, I—”

  “I’m not saying that to make you feel guilty,” she interrupted, her tone firmer now. “I just need you to understand how much you mean to me. I’ve been holding onto these feelings for so long, and finally telling you... it was terrifying.”

  “I know,” Kaito said softly. “And I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.”

  Kaguya turned to look at him, her dark eyes searching his face. “Do you really love Aoi that much?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

  Kaito hesitated before nodding. “I do. I’ve felt this way for a long time. It’s not something I can change.”

  Kaguya’s lips trembled, but she took a deep breath, holding back her tears. “Then I won’t give up,” she said, her voice resolute. “I meant what I said last night. I’ll fight for your heart, Kaito. Even if it takes years, even if it feels impossible... I’ll keep trying.”

  Kaito looked at her, a mix of admiration and guilt swirling inside him. “Kaguya, you deserve someone who can give you their whole heart. Someone who will love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

  “And maybe that person is you,” Kaguya said stubbornly, standing up. “You just don’t realize it yet.”

  Before Kaito could respond, she turned and walked away, leaving him alone by the pond.

  As the day wore on, Kaito tried to act normal around everyone else, but his mind kept drifting back to Kaguya’s words.

  The strength of her determination, despite the pain she was feeling, was something he couldn’t ignore.

  Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky turned shades of orange and pink, Kaito stood on the same balcony where the confession had taken place. He looked out at the town of Takayama, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions.

  Somewhere deep inside, he couldn’t shake the memory of the masked man’s warning: “You will see someone suffer deeply from unrequited love.”

  He clenched his fists, determined to navigate this delicate situation without causing more harm. But as the night enveloped the town, he couldn’t help but wonder how much pain still lay ahead—for Kaguya, for Aoi, and even for himself.

  The afternoon sun bathed Takayama in a golden glow as Kaito walked through the quiet streets. After the tense conversation with Kaguya, he felt emotionally drained.

  His thoughts were scattered, like pieces of a puzzle he couldn’t quite fit together. As he turned a corner leading to a small park, he noticed Akari sitting on a swing, gently swaying back and forth. Her long hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her usual calm demeanor seemed a little off.

  “Kaito,” she called out, her voice soft but deliberate.

  He paused, debating whether to join her or keep walking. But something in her tone made him step closer.

  “Hey, Akari,” he said, trying to sound casual. “What’s up?”

  She gestured to the swing next to her. “Sit with me for a bit?”

  Kaito hesitated before taking the seat beside her. The swing creaked slightly as he settled in, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze.

  “I heard you and Kaguya last night,” Akari said suddenly, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

  Kaito’s body stiffened. “You... heard?”

  Akari nodded, her gaze fixed on the ground. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t sleep, and I went out for some air. I didn’t expect to hear... that.”

  Kaito rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of how to respond. “I see...”

  Akari turned to look at him, her expression calm but her eyes filled with a quiet determination. “I’ve been thinking about it all day, and I decided I needed to tell you something too.”

  “What is it?” Kaito asked cautiously.

  Akari took a deep breath, her hands gripping the chains of the swing. “Kaito, I like you. No, I love you.”

  Kaito’s eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat. He opened his mouth to respond, but Akari held up a hand to stop him.

  “Before you say anything, let me finish,” she said firmly. “I know I don’t stand a chance against Aoi. I’ve seen the way you look at her, the way your whole face lights up when she’s around. It’s obvious that your heart belongs to her.”

  Kaito’s throat felt dry. He wanted to say something, anything, to ease the tension, but Akari’s unwavering gaze kept him silent.

  “I’m not like Kaguya,” Akari continued, her voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. “I’m not going to cry or beg you to love me. I’ve already accepted that this might not end the way I want it to. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up.”

  Kaito blinked, caught off guard by her calm determination. “Akari, I—”

  “I’m not asking for an answer right now,” she interrupted, a small smile playing on her lips. “I just wanted you to know how I feel. And I wanted to tell you that, like Kaguya, I’ll do my best to win your heart. Even if it takes time, even if it’s impossible... I’ll try.”

  Before Kaito could respond, Akari leaned closer. Her lips brushed against his softly, a fleeting but deliberate kiss that left him frozen in place. Unlike Kaguya’s desperate and emotional kiss, Akari’s was gentle, almost bittersweet.

  She pulled back, her cheeks flushed but her smile unwavering. “That’s my promise to you,” she said quietly.

  Kaito stared at her, his mind racing. “Akari, I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

  “I know,” she said, standing up from the swing. “You’re too kind, Kaito. That’s one of the reasons I love you.”

  She turned to leave but paused after a few steps, looking back over her shoulder. “Just... don’t shut me out, okay? Even if your heart is set on Aoi, I still want to be part of your life.”

  Kaito nodded, unable to find the right words. “I won’t,” he said finally.

  Akari smiled, a faint but genuine expression, before walking away, leaving Kaito alone on the swing.

  As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the park, Kaito remained seated, his thoughts a tangled mess.

  First Kaguya, and now Akari. He couldn’t help but feel the weight of their emotions pressing down on him.

  “Someone will suffer from unrequited love.”

  The masked man’s words echoed in his mind, louder than ever.

  Kaito leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands. “What am I supposed to do?” he muttered to himself.

  For the first time in a long while, he felt truly lost.

  The moon was high in the sky, casting a pale light over Takayama’s quiet streets. Kaito sat in his room, his violin resting on his lap. The bow lay unused on his desk, as if even the music he loved couldn’t untangle the web of emotions he was caught in.

  The confessions of Kaguya and Akari replayed in his mind, each word heavy with meaning. Their faces—Kaguya’s tear-streaked determination, Akari’s calm resolve—flashed before him like scenes from a dream he couldn’t escape.

  He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. “Why now? Why does this have to happen now?” he whispered.

  A knock at his door startled him. He straightened up, quickly placing the violin back in its case. “Come in,” he called.

  The door creaked open, and Kaori stepped inside, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. She held a tray with a cup of tea and some snacks.

  “I thought you might need this,” she said, placing the tray on his desk.

  Kaito managed a small smile. “Thanks, Kaori.”

  She didn’t leave right away. Instead, she sat down on the chair by his desk, her sharp eyes studying him. “You’ve been quiet since we got back. Something on your mind?”

  Kaito hesitated, unsure of how much to share. Kaori wasn’t just his sister; she was also one of his closest confidants. But this... this was complicated.

  “It’s nothing,” he said finally, avoiding her gaze.

  Kaori raised an eyebrow. “Nothing? You look like the weight of the world is on your shoulders. Spill it, Kaito.”

  He sighed, knowing she wouldn’t let it go. “It’s just... some things happened during the trip. Things I didn’t expect.”

  “Like what?” Kaori pressed.

  Kaito glanced at her, debating whether to tell her. Finally, he decided there was no point in hiding it. “Kaguya and Akari both... confessed to me.”

  Kaori’s eyes widened slightly. “Both of them? Wow. That’s... intense.”

  “Yeah,” Kaito said, leaning back in his chair. “And I didn’t handle it well. I rejected Kaguya because I already have feelings for Aoi. But then Akari... she confessed too. She said she knows how I feel about Aoi, but she still wants to try to win my heart.”

  Kaori was silent for a moment, processing his words. Then she sighed, crossing her arms. “Well, you’ve got yourself in quite the predicament, haven’t you?”

  “You’re not helping,” Kaito muttered, rubbing his temples.

  “I’m just stating the obvious,” Kaori said with a shrug. “But seriously, Kaito, you need to be careful. People’s hearts are on the line here. You can’t afford to be careless.”

  “I know,” Kaito said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just... I don’t want to hurt anyone. But no matter what I do, someone’s going to get hurt.”

  Kaori reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. “That’s the thing about love, Kaito. It’s messy and complicated, and sometimes it hurts. But you can’t let that stop you from being honest with yourself and with them.”

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  Kaito looked at her, his eyes filled with uncertainty. “What if being honest makes things worse?”

  “Then at least you’ll know you did the right thing,” Kaori said firmly.

  Later that night, after Kaori left, Kaito stepped out onto the balcony. The cool night air brushed against his face, offering a brief reprieve from the turmoil inside him. He leaned against the railing, gazing up at the stars.

  “Someone will suffer from unrequited love.”

  The masked man’s words haunted him again, a chilling reminder of the reality he was facing.

  Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a message from Aoi.

  A few days ago Kaito bought a phone for Aoi. He thought, “She has already mastered it!”

  ? “Hey, I hope you’re doing okay. I had a lot of fun on the trip. Let’s talk soon?”

  A faint smile tugged at his lips. Aoi’s messages always had a way of grounding him, even in the midst of chaos.

  Kaito typed out a quick reply.

  ? “Thanks, Aoi. I’m glad you had fun too. Let’s definitely talk soon.”

  As he put his phone away, he felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he could navigate this storm without losing the people he cared about.

  But for now, all he could do was wait and see what the next day would bring.

  Kaito lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The room was silent, the only sound being the faint rustle of leaves outside his window. The moonlight streamed in, casting pale shadows across his face. His mind refused to rest, caught in an endless loop of memories and emotions.

  Kaguya and Akari. Their confessions. Their kisses.

  He could still feel the lingering sensation of their lips on his, the way their tongues had brushed against his, desperate and unyielding. The intensity of it all was overwhelming, leaving him both confused and shaken.

  “Why did it have to come to this?” he thought, running a hand through his hair.

  Kaguya’s confession played out in his mind first. Her tearful eyes, the trembling in her voice as she bared her heart to him. The way she kissed him—not just a kiss, but a plea, a declaration of her determination to win him over.

  “I haven’t given up yet,” she had said, her voice raw with emotion.

  Then came Akari. Her calm yet resolute demeanor as she admitted her feelings. She hadn’t cried like Kaguya, but her kiss had been no less passionate. She had kissed him with a quiet confidence, as if to say, “This is how I feel, and I’m not afraid to show it.”

  Kaito groaned, covering his face with his hands. “What am I supposed to do?”

  He wasn’t blind to their feelings. He cared deeply for both of them, but not in the way they wanted. His heart belonged to Aoi, and no amount of determination or passion from Kaguya or Akari could change that.

  Yet, the weight of their confessions bore down on him. He didn’t want to hurt them, but he already had. Rejecting them had been painful, and he knew it wasn’t over. Kaguya had made it clear she wouldn’t give up, and Akari had hinted at the same.

  As he lay there, his thoughts drifted to the kisses. They were unlike anything he had experienced before. There was no hesitation, no holding back. Both Kaguya and Akari had poured their emotions into those moments, making them unforgettable.

  But it wasn’t the passion or the physicality that lingered with him—it was the depth of their feelings. They had given him a piece of their hearts, and he wasn’t sure what to do with it.

  “Am I really worth all this?” he wondered.

  The memory of the masked man’s words surfaced again.

  “You will encounter someone who suffers from unrequited love.”

  At the time, Kaito had dismissed the prophecy as vague and meaningless. But now, it was clear as day. Kaguya and Akari were those people, and he was at the center of their pain.

  He sat up, unable to stay still any longer. The room felt suffocating, his thoughts too loud to ignore. He walked over to the balcony, stepping outside to let the cool night air wash over him.

  The stars above seemed indifferent to his turmoil, twinkling peacefully as if mocking him. He leaned against the railing, his mind still racing.

  Kaito knew he had to face this situation head-on. He couldn’t ignore Kaguya and Akari’s feelings or pretend their confessions hadn’t happened. But he also couldn’t lead them on or give them false hope.

  He sighed deeply, his breath visible in the cool night air. “I need to talk to them,” he muttered to himself. “I need to make things clear.”

  But how?

  How could he navigate this delicate situation without causing more harm? How could he face Kaguya and Akari again, knowing the pain he had already caused them?

  As he stood there, lost in thought, a faint smile crossed his lips. Despite everything, he felt grateful. Grateful for their honesty, for their courage in sharing their feelings with him.

  Even if it hurt, even if it complicated things, Kaito knew one thing for certain—he valued Kaguya and Akari too much to let this drive a wedge between them.

  The question was, could they move forward from here?

  Only time would tell.

  The quiet atmosphere of the Takayama town library was almost sacred. Tall shelves filled with dusty, timeworn books stretched to the ceiling, creating a labyrinth of knowledge and mystery.

  Sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting an ethereal glow over the place. Kaito, Kaori, and Aoi walked silently through the aisles, the sound of their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet.

  Their purpose for being here was clear: to uncover information about the mysterious cave that had been haunting Kaito’s thoughts since the masked man’s prophecy.

  The cryptic words spoken by the stranger kept looping in his mind, compelling him to search for answers.

  Kaori led the way, her keen eyes scanning the spines of the books. “We need to focus on ancient legends or folklore,” she said, her voice a soft whisper in the quiet library. “If the cave is tied to anything supernatural, it’ll be in one of these old records.”

  Aoi nodded in agreement, her delicate fingers trailing over the shelves as she browsed. “It’s strange, though. A place like this—so rich in history—must have something written about it.”

  Kaito followed behind them, his thoughts elsewhere. The events of the past two nights were still fresh in his mind, but he pushed them aside. For now, the focus was on the cave and whatever secrets it held.

  After some time, Kaori stopped in front of a section labeled Ancient Chronicles and Folklore. She pulled out a thick, weathered book bound in cracked leather. Its title, written in faded gold letters, read Legends of Takayama and Beyond.

  “Here,” she said, setting the book on a nearby table. Aoi and Kaito joined her, and together they began flipping through the pages.

  The book was filled with dense, old-fashioned script and illustrations that looked as if they had been drawn centuries ago.

  Most of the writings were about mundane topics: seasonal harvests, local festivals, and family lineages. But as they turned the pages, something caught Aoi’s eye.

  “Wait,” she said, her voice tinged with excitement. “Look at this.”

  She pointed to a page that stood out from the rest. Unlike the other pages, which were covered in long paragraphs, this one had only a few lines of text, accompanied by an intricate drawing of what looked like a pair of hands etched into stone.

  Kaito leaned closer, reading aloud:

  “There lies a key, hidden in plain sight, to open the door that cannot be opened. Place the hands of two kindred souls upon the marked stones, and it shall reveal the chance to see the future.”

  The three of them exchanged puzzled looks.

  “A key? And… two hands?” Kaito murmured, running a hand through his hair.

  Kaori traced her fingers over the illustration. “This must be referring to the cave. The ‘door that cannot be opened’ could be the one we saw inside.”

  Aoi frowned, deep in thought. “But what does it mean by ‘two kindred souls’? Is it talking about a specific bond between two people?”

  Kaito nodded. “It could be. Maybe it requires more than just a physical action. It might need some kind of connection between the two people involved.”

  The weight of the discovery hung in the air. The text was vague, but it confirmed one thing: the cave wasn’t just an ordinary place. It held something extraordinary—something that could potentially change everything.

  Kaori closed the book gently, her expression serious. “We need to find this key first. Without it, the rest of this doesn’t matter.”

  “But where do we even start?” Aoi asked, her brow furrowed. “The writing doesn’t give us any clues about the key’s location.”

  Kaito leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. The idea of seeing the future was both thrilling and terrifying. If the prophecy truly held power, then what kind of future would it reveal? And more importantly, would it bring answers or more questions?

  “We’ll have to keep searching,” he said finally. “This is only the beginning. If the key is hidden in plain sight, we’ll find it.”

  As they left the library, the ancient book carefully tucked under Kaori’s arm, Kaito couldn’t shake the feeling that they were on the verge of something monumental.

  The cryptic message, the cave, and the prophecy—all of it felt like pieces of a puzzle slowly coming together.

  What lay ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: their journey was far from over.

  The atmosphere at Kaito’s home was heavy with contemplation. The trio had gathered in the living room, the ancient book spread out on the low wooden table.

  Kaori’s notes jotted down details from the cryptic page about the key and the two hand marks, while Aoi sat cross-legged, lost in thought.

  Kaito leaned against the sofa, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his knee, his mind replaying the words from the text.

  Then, breaking the silence, Kaito reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, peculiar object. He held it up for the others to see—a weathered metal key, its surface adorned with faint, intricate carvings.

  “I found this,” Kaito said quietly, his voice cutting through the stillness.

  Aoi and Kaori’s heads snapped toward him in surprise.

  “You what?” Kaori exclaimed, leaning closer to examine the key. “Where did you find it?”

  Kaito hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on the key. “It was in the cave,” he admitted. “I found it the first time we went there, but I didn’t think much of it back then. It just seemed like a random trinket. But now…” He trailed off, placing the key on the table beside the book.

  Kaori picked it up, scrutinizing the carvings. “This has to be it,” she said, her voice brimming with certainty. “It matches the description perfectly. The intricate design, the age—it fits.”

  Aoi leaned over, her eyes wide with curiosity. “But if this is the key, then what are we supposed to do next? The book mentioned the hands of two kindred souls. Who would that be?”

  Kaito shrugged, his expression thoughtful. “I don’t know. It could mean anything—friends, siblings, lovers. But the text says the key unlocks a door. The problem is, we don’t know what’s on the other side of that door.”

  The three of them fell silent, the weight of the discovery settling over them.

  Kaori finally broke the silence. “We need to be careful. If the prophecy and the masked man’s warning are connected, this could be dangerous. Rushing into this without understanding it could lead to… unintended consequences.”

  Aoi nodded in agreement. “She’s right. We don’t even know what this ‘chance to see the future’ really means. What if it’s something we’re not ready for?”

  Kaito stared at the key, his mind swirling with questions. He thought about the masked man’s words: “You will face trials that test your resolve.” Was this one of those trials? And if so, how was he supposed to prepare for something so enigmatic?

  The conversation drifted into hypothetical scenarios, each one more outlandish than the last. Kaori suggested consulting someone knowledgeable about folklore or legends, perhaps an elder in the town who might have more insights. Aoi proposed carefully scouting the cave again, now with the key in hand.

  As the day wore on, the trio decided to set aside their theories and plans for the time being. The weight of their discovery was too much to process all at once.

  Instead, they shifted their focus to spending the rest of the day together, grounding themselves in the present.

  They prepared a simple meal and sat outside on the porch, the golden hues of the setting sun painting the landscape in warm colors.

  Aoi told lighthearted stories about their trip, trying to lighten the mood. Kaori chimed in with her own anecdotes, while Kaito remained pensive, his thoughts lingering on the mystery they had uncovered.

  As night fell, Kaito gazed at the stars, the key still heavy in his pocket. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning.

  The door that couldn’t be opened—the prophecy, the two hands—everything seemed to be leading him toward something significant.

  “We’ll figure it out,” Kaori said softly, as if sensing his unease. “When the time is right, we’ll know what to do.”

  Kaito nodded, her words offering a small measure of comfort. Deep down, he knew their journey was far from over. The key was only the first piece of the puzzle. Whatever lay ahead, they would face it together.

  The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the breakfast table where Kaito, Kaori, and Aoi sat. It was a peaceful morning, but there was an underlying tension in the air, thick and almost tangible.

  Kaito had been trying to focus on the pancakes Kaori had made, his fork clinking softly against the plate. But his mind wandered, distracted by everything that had happened in the past few days—the confessions, the unexpected kisses, and the lingering weight of those emotions.

  Aoi, sitting across from him, seemed unusually quiet. She wasn’t the usual lively self she had been, which Kaito noticed immediately.

  Normally, she would be teasing him, smiling, or making one of her sarcastic remarks, but today, she was quiet, her hands absentmindedly stirring her cup of tea.

  Kaori, on the other hand, was unusually cheerful. She had been humming to herself as she flipped the pancakes, occasionally glancing at Kaito with a knowing smirk that he tried his best to ignore.

  “Here you go!” Kaori said with a bright smile, placing another stack of pancakes in front of him. “You must be starving after all that thinking.”

  Kaito smiled awkwardly, unsure of how to respond. “Thanks, Kaori.”

  Aoi looked up from her cup, her eyes narrowing playfully. “You’re really acting like you’ve got everything figured out, huh?” she said, her voice slightly teasing but with an undertone of something Kaito couldn’t quite place. “Are you just going to sit there and pretend you’re not getting all this attention from us?”

  Kaito froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. He coughed awkwardly. “W-What do you mean?”

  “Oh, come on,” Aoi continued, her smile widening mischievously. “We both know that ever since the confession thing, you’ve been the center of attention. Don’t think we haven’t noticed.”

  Kaori, as if on cue, leaned over with a playful grin. “Oh, Aoi’s right. You’ve got quite the fan club now, Kaito. Too bad it’s all centered around your confusion. Must be tough.”

  Kaito’s face flushed slightly. “I—I’m not confused! I just... didn’t expect this to happen.”

  “Didn’t expect what?” Kaori asked, teasing him further. “You didn’t expect us to confess our feelings for you? Or that you’d end up the object of affection for two beautiful girls?”

  Aoi smirked at Kaori’s words. “Are you sure you’re not just trying to get him to choose you? I can’t believe you’re making him feel even more awkward, Kaori.”

  Kaito shot a pleading look at Aoi, who just shrugged and took a sip of her tea, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

  “I’m not trying to make him uncomfortable, really,” Kaori said with a wink. “But, come on, Kaito, don’t act like you haven’t noticed how much we care about you. It’s written all over your face.”

  Kaito sighed dramatically, his shoulders slumping in exaggerated defeat. “Alright, alright. You guys don’t have to rub it in.” He poked at his pancakes, wondering if they would somehow shield him from the conversation.

  But Aoi leaned forward, placing her hand over his. “You don’t have to be so modest. You know how we feel about you. It’s okay to be a little selfish, Kaito.”

  Kaori’s gaze softened. “Yeah, we’re not in a rush. Take your time. But just know that we’re here, right?”

  Kaito felt the warmth of both their hands on his, their words hanging in the air like a subtle promise. His heart raced, not just from the awkwardness of the situation, but from the genuine affection that both girls radiated.

  Aoi tilted her head, her smile softening. “It’s not easy, is it?”

  “What do you mean?” Kaito asked, looking at her, his voice quieter now.

  Aoi’s expression became more serious, though still warm. “The feeling of having two people care about you. Sometimes it’s hard to know what to do with that. It’s okay to feel lost, Kaito. It’s part of life.”

  Kaori nodded. “We’re not asking for anything from you right now. Just... take the time you need. But just know, you don’t have to figure it all out immediately.”

  Kaito blinked at the sudden change in their tone. He had been expecting more teasing, more playful back-and-forth, but instead, they were offering him something far deeper. It made him feel both relieved and... a little overwhelmed.

  He looked down at his pancakes, feeling suddenly too full. “You guys make this really difficult, you know that?”

  Aoi laughed softly, her hand still on his. “You’re not the only one struggling here, Kaito. We’re just as confused as you are.”

  Kaori gave a knowing smile. “But that’s what makes it interesting, don’t you think?”

  There was a long pause as Kaito processed everything they had said. The teasing had died down, replaced by an understanding that felt both comforting and strange.

  He looked at the two girls, each of them offering a different kind of affection, a different kind of promise. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, caught between them, unsure of where to go next.

  But in that moment, something about the silence felt like the calm before the storm. He wasn’t ready to face it yet, but deep down, he knew he had to. He had to choose, at some point. But for now, he didn’t have the answer.

  “Well, I guess I’ll just take things one step at a time,” Kaito muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

  Aoi smiled at him, squeezing his hand lightly. “That’s all anyone can do.”

  Kaori chuckled, lifting her tea cup to her lips. “We’ll wait. No pressure, Kaito.”

  And with that, the awkwardness in the room eased, replaced by a strange yet comforting feeling. Whatever happened next, Kaito knew he wasn’t alone in this.

  For now, though, he was grateful for the quiet moments. The ones that allowed him to breathe and think, surrounded by the people who cared about him.

  The day passed with a strange calmness hanging over the house. Kaito tried to stay busy, focusing on his schoolwork, but his mind kept drifting back to the events of the morning.

  His thoughts were a whirlwind, a swirl of emotions and uncertainties. Kaguya’s confession, Akari’s quiet determination, and Aoi’s soft words from earlier – they all clung to him like shadows, never letting him escape.

  Later that evening, Kaito found himself on the balcony again, the cool night air brushing against his skin. He stared at the sky, the stars barely visible through the thin veil of clouds.

  It was peaceful up here, and for the first time in a while, he felt a sense of solitude, even with the house full of people.

  But that peace was short-lived.

  “Kaito?” a soft voice called from behind him. He turned to see Aoi standing in the doorway, her hair slightly tousled, eyes slightly hesitant.

  “What’s up, Aoi?” Kaito asked, forcing a smile. He didn’t want to sound like he was ignoring her, but the weight of the situation made it hard to act normal.

  Aoi stepped onto the balcony, her presence warm despite the cool evening. She looked at him for a moment, as if measuring his mood before speaking.

  “I’ve been thinking…” she started, her voice quiet, almost unsure.

  Kaito raised an eyebrow. “Thinking about what?”

  Aoi leaned against the railing, her arms crossed loosely in front of her. “About everything, Kaito. The confessions, the feelings...”

  Kaito swallowed. He didn’t know how to respond. He had expected this to happen, but he wasn’t ready to face it so soon.

  “I know things have been a little... messy,” Aoi continued, glancing at him. “And I know it’s been hard for you, with all of us... being honest with you. But I need you to understand, Kaito...” She paused, collecting her thoughts.

  Kaito’s heart raced as he took in her words. He wanted to interrupt, to tell her that he didn’t know what to do. But he stayed silent, watching her.

  “I’m not giving up,” Aoi said finally, her gaze steady. “I’m not going to make things harder for you, but I want you to know that I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait. And when you’re ready to figure things out, I’ll be here.”

  Her words hit him harder than he expected. It wasn’t a declaration of love, nor was it a plea. It was simply her truth — her feelings laid bare, and for the first time, Kaito felt the full weight of her affection.

  “I don’t want to make a choice right now,” Kaito whispered, more to himself than to her. “I just don’t know.”

  Aoi smiled softly, but there was a trace of sadness in her eyes. “I know, Kaito. I get it. But just remember, I’ll always be here. Whether you need me to be a friend or... something else.”

  Kaito’s heart tightened in his chest. How could he be so selfish, so torn between them? He didn’t want to hurt anyone, especially not Aoi. Yet, it felt like every moment was a choice he was too afraid to make.

  Just then, the sound of footsteps broke the quiet. Kaito turned to see Kaori walking toward them, a lighthearted smile on her face.

  “What’s going on, you two?” she asked, her tone casual, but there was a sharpness to her gaze as she looked at the two of them.

  Aoi straightened up quickly, her smile fading a little. “Just... talking.”

  Kaori raised an eyebrow, her teasing smile appearing. “Talking about what? How Kaito’s been playing hard-to-get?”

  Kaito winced. “Kaori, not now...”

  But Kaori just laughed, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe. “No need to be so serious. I’m just trying to lighten the mood.”

  Aoi shook her head, her lips curling into a small smile despite herself. “You’re impossible, Kaori.”

  “And you’re too nice, Aoi,” Kaori shot back, her smile softening for a moment. “Kaito’s a lucky guy, you know.”

  Kaito felt the weight of both their gazes on him, and he wanted nothing more than to escape. He hated the tension between them. He hated the way everything seemed to be pulling him in different directions, and yet he couldn’t find the strength to make it stop.

  “Look,” Kaori said, her voice turning serious for a moment. “I don’t want to make this harder for you, Kaito. But you’ve got to decide what you want. You’re not going to make anyone happy by staying stuck.”

  Aoi nodded in agreement. “Kaori’s right. We’re not asking for everything to be perfect right away. But we do need you to make a decision... when you’re ready.”

  Kaito felt like he was drowning in their expectations. He didn’t know how to respond, didn’t know how to make things better without making them worse. But one thing was clear: he couldn’t stay in this limbo forever.

  “I... I don’t know what to say,” Kaito admitted quietly.

  Kaori stepped closer, her tone softening. “You don’t have to say anything right now. Just... don’t avoid it. When you’re ready to talk, we’ll be here. Both of us.”

  Aoi placed a hand on his shoulder, a gesture that felt warm and reassuring. “Take your time, Kaito. We’ll wait.”

  Kaito nodded slowly, his chest tightening. It felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. But for the first time, he realized that maybe it wasn’t about making a perfect decision. Maybe it was just about being honest with himself and with them.

  “I’ll think about it,” Kaito said quietly. “I promise.”

  The silence between them was heavy, but it was different this time. There was no pressure, no rush. Just the quiet understanding that whatever happened next, they would face it together.

  As they stood there on the balcony, the night air wrapping around them like a cocoon, Kaito couldn’t help but feel both relief and anxiety.

  He wasn’t sure what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, he felt like he wasn’t completely alone in his confusion.

  And that, he thought, was enough—for now.

  The night had grown deeper, the stars now bright against the ink-black sky, yet Kaito couldn’t shake the heaviness in his chest.

  He stood by the window, his eyes unfocused as he stared out into the distance. The quiet sounds of the house, the soft rustling of the wind outside, seemed distant to him.

  His mind was still tangled in the threads of the conversations he’d had over the past few days.

  Kaguya’s bold confession, Akari’s quiet resolve, and Aoi’s gentle patience — each of their words echoed in his ears. They were all so different, yet so sincere, and Kaito was caught in the middle, unsure of which path to take.

  Every time he closed his eyes, their faces swirled in his mind, and with each passing second, he felt more overwhelmed.

  He was grateful for their presence, for their feelings, but at the same time, the responsibility of those feelings weighed heavily on him.

  What if he hurt them? What if his indecision broke them apart? His mind raced with all the worst-case scenarios, and yet, in his heart, he knew that avoiding the issue would only make things harder in the long run.

  Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, pulling him from his thoughts. Kaito turned to see Kaori standing in the doorway, a slight smirk on her face, as if she had been expecting him to be deep in thought.

  “You’ve been quiet for a while,” Kaori remarked, stepping into the room without waiting for an invitation. “That usually means you’re brooding about something. You okay?”

  Kaito gave her a tired smile. “I’m fine. Just thinking about everything.”

  Kaori raised an eyebrow, sitting down on the bed with a nonchalant grace. “About the girls?”

  “Yeah,” Kaito replied with a sigh, rubbing his temples. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but... I don’t know how to choose.”

  Kaori watched him for a moment, her expression softening. “You know, you don’t have to choose right now. I mean, it’s not like it’s a race. But, the fact that you’re thinking about it shows you care. And that’s something.”

  Kaito blinked, a bit taken aback by her words. “You’re not mad?”

  Kaori chuckled softly. “Why would I be mad? You’re not playing with anyone’s feelings. It’s clear to me you care about each of them in your own way. You just don’t know how to move forward. And that’s fine.”

  Kaito bit his lip, still not entirely convinced. “But I don’t want to keep them hanging, either. They deserve someone who knows exactly what they want.”

  Kaori shook her head. “You’re overthinking it. Maybe what they need is you to just... be there. Be honest. You can’t force feelings, Kaito. Don’t stress over something that should come naturally. If they care about you as much as they say they do, they’ll understand.”

  Her words hit him like a wave of clarity, but just as quickly, he felt the familiar confusion rise again. What if they don’t understand? What if they think I’m leading them on?

  Kaori noticed his hesitation and leaned forward, giving him a serious look. “You know what I think, Kaito?”

  Kaito glanced up at her, curiosity piquing. “What?”

  “I think you should stop worrying about everyone else for a second. Take a moment to think about yourself,” she said, her voice gentle but firm. “What do you want? What would make you happy?”

  Kaito froze at her question. The weight of her words sunk in. What did he want? He had spent so much time trying to protect everyone else’s feelings that he hadn’t taken the time to think about his own. What was he really searching for? What would make him happy?

  Before he could answer, Kaori stood up, giving him a playful wink. “Anyway, I just wanted to check on you. Don’t stress too much, Kaito. The answers will come when you’re ready for them.”

  With that, she left the room, leaving Kaito to his thoughts.

  Her words lingered in the air like a soft echo, and Kaito couldn’t help but smile. What do I want? The question seemed so simple, yet so profound.

  For the first time in a long while, he realized that he hadn’t really thought about his own desires, his own needs. He had been too focused on others, too concerned with making the right choice for everyone else.

  Maybe, just maybe, it was time for him to stop overthinking and start living for himself. To trust that things would fall into place as they were meant to.

  The night grew quieter, and Kaito took a deep breath, letting the silence settle over him. His thoughts slowly began to quiet, and for the first time in a while, he felt at peace.

  The next morning, Kaito woke with a renewed sense of clarity. He wasn’t sure what the future held, but he knew one thing: it was time for him to face the truth — both his own and theirs.

  He could no longer live in uncertainty, no longer wait for the right moment to make a decision. It was time to stop running from the truth and embrace whatever came next.

  As he stepped out of his room, he was greeted by Aoi, Kaori, and Kaguya, each of them smiling as if they knew something had changed within him.

  The tension from the past few days seemed to have lifted, and as Kaito looked at each of them, he felt a sense of peace, knowing that whatever happened, they would all move forward together — one step at a time.

  The journey was far from over, but for the first time, Kaito felt ready to face whatever lay ahead.