Chapter 37: Storm Clouds Gathering

Monday morning arrived with a deceptive calm, the early autumn air crisp and cool as Riku and Aiko walked to school. Their hands brushed occasionally, a quiet reminder of the bond they were still learning to navigate. The streets were quiet, the usual bustle of students muffled by the early hour, giving them a rare moment of peace.

"Think we can make it through today without any drama?" Riku asked, half-joking, his breath visible in the chilly air.

Aiko smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Doubt it. Yuna's probably already plotting something."

They turned the corner and spotted Haruka approaching from the opposite direction, her school bag swinging at her side. Instinctively, Riku and Aiko stepped apart, but Haruka's sharp eyes caught the subtle movement. She raised an eyebrow, her smile warm but tinged with curiosity.

"Morning!" she called, her voice cheerful but her gaze lingering on their proximity.

"Morning," Riku replied, trying to sound casual as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

Aiko nodded, her smile tight. "Hey, Haruka."

They fell into step together, but the silence that followed was thick with unspoken tension. After a moment, Haruka cleared her throat. "So, Family Day's coming up. You two ready for that?"

Riku forced a laugh, though it came out strained. "As ready as we'll ever be."

Haruka glanced between them, her expression unreadable. "Just be careful, okay? People are watching."

Aiko's jaw tightened, her playful demeanor slipping. "We know."

The rest of the walk was tense, the weight of Haruka's words hanging heavy in the air. Riku could feel the storm brewing, the delicate balance they'd tried to maintain teetering on the edge of collapse.

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The school auditorium buzzed with activity as students gathered for the Family Day rehearsal. Riku and Aiko stood on stage, scripts in hand, their nerves fraying under the watchful eyes of their classmates. The director, a third-year with a clipboard and a no-nonsense attitude, pointed at them with a frown.

"And then, the prince takes the princess's hand," she said, her tone clipped.

Riku reached for Aiko's hand, his fingers trembling slightly. She squeezed his hand reassuringly, flashing him a quick smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Perfect," the director said, nodding. "Now, the kiss."

Riku's heart skipped a beat. "The what?"

"The kiss," the director repeated, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "It's in the script."

Aiko's eyes widened, but she quickly composed herself. "Right, of course."

They leaned in, their faces inches apart, the air between them charged with tension. Riku's pulse raced, his mind blanking as he tried to focus on the act, not the reality of their situation. Just as their lips were about to touch, a loud voice rang out from the audience.

"Make it convincing, lovebirds!" Yuna's teasing shout echoed through the auditorium, followed by a chorus of laughter.

Riku's face turned crimson, and Aiko shot Yuna a withering glare. The director sighed, rubbing her temples. "Let's try that again, without the commentary."

They reset, but the moment was shattered, replaced by an awkward stiffness that clung to every movement. Riku could feel the eyes of the harem members on them—Haruka watching with a mix of concern and something unspoken, Mika's gaze distant and unreadable, and Yuna's grin sharp as ever.

The rehearsal lurched on, each line and gesture feeling more forced than the last. By the time it ended, Riku's nerves were frayed, and Aiko's usual confidence had been replaced by a quiet unease.

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Dinner that night was a study in discomfort. Riku's mom had invited over the Tanaka family, old friends who happened to have a daughter, Emi, around Riku's age. Emi was pretty and polite, with a soft voice and a habit of blushing whenever Riku spoke to her. But Riku couldn't focus on her, his mind constantly drifting to Aiko, who sat across the table, her expression carefully neutral.

"So, Riku," Emi's mom said with a warm smile, "you're in the same grade as Emi, right? Maybe you two could study together sometime."

Riku forced a smile, his stomach churning. "Uh, sure, that sounds great."

Aiko's fork clattered against her plate, drawing everyone's attention. She muttered a quick "Sorry," her cheeks flushing as she avoided Riku's gaze.

Emi glanced at Aiko, then back at Riku, her brow furrowing slightly. "You two are cousins, right? You seem really close."

"We are," Riku said, his voice tight, the weight of the word *cousins* pressing down on him.

"Very close," Aiko added, her tone clipped, her eyes flashing with something unreadable.

The rest of the dinner was a blur of small talk and forced smiles, with Aiko's foot nudging Riku's under the table—a silent reminder that they were in this together, even as the walls seemed to close in around them.

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Later that night, Riku and Aiko found themselves sprawled on the floor of his room, textbooks and notes scattered around them in a half-hearted attempt at studying. The house was quiet, his parents asleep, the only light coming from a small desk lamp that cast long shadows across the walls.

"I can't focus," Aiko said, closing her book with a sigh, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Me neither," Riku admitted, his gaze drifting to her. She was lying on her stomach, her legs kicked up behind her, the hem of her shorts riding up slightly. He swallowed, forcing his eyes back to his notes.

"Too much on my mind," she continued, rolling onto her side to face him. "Like what Emi's mom said. About us being close."

"Yeah," Riku said, his throat dry. "It's… complicated."

Aiko crawled over to him, sitting close enough that their shoulders touched. "It doesn't have to be," she whispered, her breath warm against his cheek.

He turned to face her, their eyes locking. "But it is," he said, his voice low. "With Family Day, and the rumors, and… everything."

She leaned her head on his shoulder, her hand finding his. "I know. But we'll figure it out. Together."

The word *together* hung in the air, a fragile promise. Without thinking, Riku leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, tentative kiss. She responded, her hand cupping his cheek, deepening the kiss as the world around them faded.

They broke apart at the sound of a creak from the hallway, their eyes wide with panic. They scrambled to look busy, grabbing random books and pretending to study, hearts racing.

But no one came. It was just the house settling, the old wood groaning under its own weight. Aiko let out a breathless laugh, her cheeks flushed. "Close call."

"Too close," Riku agreed, his pulse still hammering in his ears. He glanced at her, the tension between them crackling like static.

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The storm clouds gathered in earnest later that night. As Riku was getting ready for bed, he heard Aiko's phone ring from her room. She answered, her voice cautious.

"Hi, Mom… Yeah, everything's fine… Wait, what? You're coming for Family Day?"

Riku's blood ran cold. Aiko's parents were coming, and they had no idea about the rumors or the truth behind them. He stepped into her doorway, watching as her face paled.

"Yeah, see you then," Aiko said, her voice strained. She hung up and looked at Riku, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and frustration.

"They're coming," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Both of them."

Riku swallowed hard, the weight of the situation crashing down on him. "Great. Just great."

The storm was no longer brewing—it was here, and they were right in its path.

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