[Creative] Helios Episode 2

A YouTuber like Helios. I couldn't imagine it at all. Looking at his profile, it stated he was a chief manager in the public relations department at the headquarters of the industry's largest comprehensive musical instrument store. YouTube seems to be his side job.

I look at the photo. He certainly had a refined face. A tall, muscular, and imposing man. His name is Koki Shinonome. Even his name sounds like a sun god. I let out a small sigh.

However, for the sake of this beloved house and the koto, I have an obligation to marry a suitable person and inherit everything that has been spun, or rather, something that surpasses it. Even if the other party is a god-like YouTuber, I have a heavy responsibility on my shoulders to inherit history.

We arrived at the Kikuya restaurant first. It was a shining day with a pleasant, gentle breeze, even in formal attire. The yukimi-shoji (snow-viewing sliding doors) of the room we were shown to were open, and a vast garden could be seen through the spotless, polished glass windows.

Look, the garden is beautiful.

Colorful koi swim leisurely in the stream leading to the pond, which was built to be seen from the room. The sparkle of the water surface. The fresh greenery all around and the pale blue of the sky. A feeling of gratitude wells up for having been born into this beautiful world.

My, that is quite a magnificent garden.

That over there is a wisteria trellis. It must be beautiful when it's in full bloom.

As I was gazing at the garden, which helped ease my tension somewhat, my mother, who was facing the entrance where the horsetails grew, said.

Oh, they're here.

Ignoring the way my heart jumped at her words, I looked over and saw an elegant middle-aged couple who looked every bit like musicians, and a large man behind them. When I saw him, I... Aaaah!!

M-M-M-Men in Black? MIB for short?

A tall, platinum-blond giant is effortlessly wearing a well-tailored black suit, surely Italian. He has sharp black sunglasses on his eyes.

It's not MIB, it's an Italian mafia!
He had black hair in the photo, but now it's platinum blond!
I'm going to be killed!!

M-M-Mother, I'm going home!!

Oh, what are you saying, this child. She's so serious yet so weak-willed.

I'm scared!

Indeed. Did you lose your nerve? Listen, Nagi, a woman needs courage. Look at that blond hair. It's dyed quite well, ha ha ha.

It's common sense to not come to a matchmaking meeting with blond hair!

You're so rigid again. What's wrong with blond hair these days? Even among your disciples, there's a man with blue hair, isn't there?

Yusei-kun is kind, so he's not scary! And he's not that muscular!



With the head of the school throwing an irresistible smile at me as I tried to escape, I had no choice but to endure the situation while trembling.

Oh, so you're willing to be adopted into our family?

Unlike me, who came at my parents' behest, the handsome YouTuber god-mafia was surprisingly keen on this idea. He stopped the movement of his chopsticks, with which he had been eating the kaiseki meal with dignified gestures, blending his presence naturally as if he had grown up in this high-class restaurant.

Of course, that is if Nagi-san likes me. I have experience in finance and general affairs, so I should be useful in various ways behind the scenes.

The god who took off his sunglasses had a refined, typical Japanese face. The lack of openings suitable for business was nothing but terrifying. As expected of a mafia.



Koki-san's YouTube performance was magnificent. I've watched several of them.

My father tells the mafia god like a fan, yet still maintaining his outward face as the head of the school.

I like concert tours and perform in various places. I also like the koto.

The heaven-soaring mafia's specialty seems to be the violin, but when I turned to him in response to the word 'koto', he looked into my eyes and raised his left corner of his mouth as if to look down on me.

I also love Nagi-san's performance. It's a refreshing performance that only you can do. I'd like to hear it live soon.

Saying that, he threw back another mocking, relaxed smile, and I tightened my grip on my chopsticks so they wouldn't shake. The heaven-soaring mafia YouTuber god is scary!!

That said, I have already finished my debut as the next head of the school. I have the pride of having overcome many terrifying concerts both at home and abroad. On the surface, I must look calm and dignified to the god.

By the way, I would very much like to talk to Nagi-san alone.

The god dropped such a bombshell.

I could feel the blood draining from my body with a sound.


That's a good idea, Nagi. The meal is mostly over, so why don't you two go for a walk in the garden?

Ugh, what is this cliché hellish development.

You're quite afraid of me, aren't you?

When we stepped down into the garden, which smelled of freshly mown grass, the god suddenly dropped his formal tone and spoke to me.

Yes?

You were scared the whole time during the meal, weren't you? It was like a lamb wearing a mask of composure and bluffing. You can't tell a lie, can you?

He said that, looking down into my eyes from above, and returned a triumphant smile. Oh no, he found out. As expected of a god, can he use mind reading?

N-no, I was just reminded of MIB.

After letting it slip out in a panic, I suddenly realized. What am I saying!

MIB? Will Smith's? That's a pretty old movie. ...Could it be me?

I couldn't bear being stared at, so I said in a voice like a mosquito's buzzing.

...I'm sorry.

Immediately, the god leaned back and started laughing loudly.

What kind of worldview do you have?

Ugh, I'm just an ordinary citizen who is scared of gods.

Here.

When we reached the stepping stones, he held out his right hand as if to take mine, still smiling bitterly. It was as large as my father's hand that I saw when I was a child, and I found myself staring at it.

It must be hard to walk in that outfit. Did you have it dressed since the morning?

No, I dressed myself.

Seriously! Such formal attire? It's rare to see someone come in a kimono, you're a natural monument.

The god's voice was a husky bass, even his voice sounds like a mafia.

Do you dislike kimonos?

No, there aren't many men who dislike them, are there?

Saying that, he raised only the left corner of his mouth again and gazed at me.

"It suits you well. Your features are well-suited for a kimono, and you are very beautiful."

My whole body grew hot from the way he caught my gaze and wouldn't let go, a way of being complimented that left me with no place to hide. The sunlight illuminating his platinum blonde hair felt so intense it could almost burn.

"Thank you."

As I instinctively looked down, the god moved even closer and whispered.

"But with such a delicate frame, I wonder if your body can handle it."

"Excuse me?"

The arranged marriage partner I had supposedly just met closed the distance even further and whispered into my ear as I looked up at him.

"In bed."

Once I understood his words, I was stunned and didn't know what to do. My whole body was flushed and hot. When I looked, even my fingertips were dyed pink.

The god, who hadn't missed a single move of mine like a lion catching its prey, leaned his large back again, looked up at the sky, and laughed heartily.

"You're not just a natural monument, you're an endangered species!"

"Isn't that rude to someone you've just met?"

"Ah, my apologies."

Even though I protested, he said that and continued to laugh, his body shaking in small bursts.

Ugh, I want to crawl into a hole.

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