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MidReal Story
Prove You Love Me
Scenario:Miyu’s my girlfriend. She goes to a different school, but we spend a lot of time together. Her friends never believe she has a hot boyfriend. Every photo or video she shows them gets dismissed as edited, especially since Miyu’s super talented and smart when it comes to stuff like that. To them, she’s just this nerdy dreamer, a total brainiac who doesn’t seem like someone who’d be with me.
Then came this event at her school – more like a festival or her school’s anniversary. Miyu asked me to visit, and since my school was off that day, I agreed. When I got there, Miyu proudly showed me off to her friends, looking so smug and satisfied as she laughed. But then one of her friends, Rika, joked around, teasing me to ditch Miyu or at least find someone “more suitable,” which, of course, she meant herself.
On the way home, I noticed Miyu seemed down. Later that night, she showed up at my place with this strange box, smiling wide. Her three friends—Hitori, Rika, and Anya—were with her.
“Hey, babe, how about we play a game? I call it the Loyalty Challenge.”
She placed the box on the table, and I could see there were a bunch of papers inside. What was on her mind? I probably should ask her right away.
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Taro Yamada
boyfriend of Miyu,friends with Hitori and Anya,dating Miyu,tall with sharp features,protective and loyal.
Miyu Nakamura
girlfriend of Taro,friends with Rika and Anya,petite with glasses and a bright smile,intelligent and creative.
Rika Tanaka
friend of Miyu and rival to Taro's affections,athletic build with short hair,confident and flirtatious.
Miyu’s my girlfriend.
She goes to a different school, but we spend a lot of time together.
The problem is, whenever she shows her friends my photo or video, they never believe she has a boyfriend like me.
They always think it’s edited.
That makes sense, since Miyu’s super talented in that stuff.
She’s smart and great at whatever she does, so it’s no wonder they think her boyfriend’s also made-up.
To them, she’s this nerdy dreamer who probably makes up a hot boyfriend like me.
It was funny when I heard that from her.
I believed they’d change their mind if they saw us together in person.
But Miyu didn’t want to invite me to her school, especially since I looked… different from what her friends imagined.
However, I still wanted to meet them.
I wanted to meet the people Miyu talked about every day.
So when she told me about this school event—more like her school’s festival or anniversary—I asked her if I could come.
She agreed, and sent me a visitor pass.
I checked my reflection one last time in my phone’s camera before heading out.
The security guard at the gate gave me a suspicious look, but let me through when I showed him the pass.
Miyu had drawn a map for me, so I followed it as I walked through the school grounds.
There were crowds of students in their uniforms, and music and chatter filled the air.
Food stalls and game booths lined the path, and I passed by a few performances on stage.
I followed the map until I reached Miyu’s class’s cafe.
It was decorated with balloons and streamers, and there was a sign that said "Welcome to Class 2-A Cafe!"
Miyu was wearing a maid outfit, her long hair tied up in pigtails.
She was serving customers at the counter, laughing with her friends. She hadn’t noticed me yet.
I slipped into an empty seat at one of the tables, hiding behind the menu.
When she came to take my order, I lowered it slowly, watching her eyes widen in recognition.
Her mouth fell open in surprise, and she nearly dropped her notepad.
She recovered quickly, smiling brightly.
She glanced around the cafe, which was packed with students, then leaned in close.
"Follow my lead," she whispered.
She scribbled something on her notepad, tore the page off, and slid it across the table with my coffee.
I picked it up and took a sip, pretending to be just another customer.
When she went back into the kitchen, I left payment on the table and slipped out.
I waited for five minutes behind the gym as her note said.
The door was an old metal one, partially hidden by vines and weeds.
I heard footsteps coming from around the corner, and Miyu appeared in front of me.
She smiled and gestured for me to follow her, walking around the corner to the gym door.
She pushed it open, and I stepped inside after her.
The space was dimly lit, with only a few rays of light filtering through the grimy windows.
Old gymnastics equipment was pushed against the concrete walls, covered in cobwebs and dust.
The air was musty and stale, and our footsteps echoed on the dusty floor.
Miyu closed the door behind us, the metal hinges creaking.
She turned on her phone’s flashlight, casting a narrow beam of light ahead of us.
We made our way through the maze of equipment, Miyu leading confidently as if she’d been here before.
The path opened up into a cleared area with two plastic chairs facing each other.
Miyu brushed off one chair with her hand, gesturing for me to sit down.
I sat down, and she took the other chair, her eyes meeting mine with a seriousness I hadn’t seen before.