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After settling it on my head, Ririka’s fingers deftly combed through the sleek black strands of the wig to give it that effortlessly tousled look.

She then stepped back, tilting her head like an artist sizing up a canvas, her magnum opus, before clapping her hands with a triumphant squeal. “Yes! It’s perfect! Fuyu-san, the contact lenses, quick!”

I did say I could put it on, but looking at Fuyu still clutching the small case as eagerly stepped forward, I surrendered myself to fate.

I watched her cheeks turn faintly pink while her hands steadily opened the case, revealing the crimson lenses that glinted under the living room lights.

“Okay, Ruki… Uhm, tilt your head back a little. And try not to blink too much.”

I sat down and leaned back against the couch, giving her a teasing grin. “You’re not gonna let me blind myself, right? I’m trusting you here, Fuyu.”