The Correct Japanese Terms of Homestay Seems to Be Marriage - Chapter 4.2

Reunion 2

Standing there was a girl in a white hoodie, with features that could only be described as angelic, a beautiful girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.

A blue ribbon, seemingly her trademark, adorned the right side of her head, refreshing and suiting her perfectly.

Yet, why? She seemed abnormally shocked, evidenced by her yellow suitcase tumbling to the ground with a loud thud. She must have lost all strength in her shock.

As for Keitaro, he was, embarrassingly, captivated by the girl. It felt as if time had stopped. It was as though he had been struck by lightning.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her large eyes, staring straight at him. Those eyes, shining like the clear sea, seemed to draw Keitaro in.

Somehow managing to divert his gaze, what he saw next were her straight, sharp nose and her plump, glossy, light pink lips.

Eyes, nose, mouth, every part was ideal. All of them perfectly placed on her small, well-framed face. It was excessively handsome.

Not just her face, but her flawless, translucent white skin was as smooth as powdered snow, and her golden hair, extending just below her shoulders, shimmered like jewels, entirely different from dyed blonde hair.

Incredible. No matter where he looked, he couldn’t find a single flaw.

A foreign beauty with overwhelming aesthetic beauty, rarely seen even on television. A flawless beauty.

No wonder she attracted so much attention. How lucky to see her in Japan.

However, he couldn’t keep staring at the girl forever. Time was steadily moving on.

Without addressing the overflowing questions in his mind, he couldn’t move forward. He couldn’t see anything. So, Keitaro thought.

(Why does she know my name? No, maybe she just happened to hear it. But wait, even if she heard it, why not just ignore it? More importantly, why does she look so shocked, as if she’s just reunited with her family after years… It looks that way, but…)

As Keitaro focused on his thoughts, unbeknownst to him, the lovely girl had started running straight towards him.

“I’ve always, always wanted to see you… Keitaro!”

Before he could surface from the Mariana Trench of his thoughts, Keitaro received a passionate hug from the foreign beauty. Her excellent figure, with curves in all the right places, would make even a gravure idol pale in comparison.

With her body pressing tightly against him and her arms wrapped securely around his neck, Keitaro was quickly caught up in the whirlwind of commotion.

“Hey, Keitaro! You bastard! What’s this about?! How envious! Damn you! Why you?!”

“Wow… Keitaro is really amazing, huh.”

Amidst the surrounding uproar, the voices of the two men were distinctly heard. It took Keitaro a full ten seconds to comprehend the situation.

Given the utterly bizarre development, it’s no wonder his thoughts came to a screeching halt.

“Wait, hold on. Sorry, but you’ve got the wrong person. I don’t remember knowing someone as cute as you.”

“Cu-cute… Uhm, that’s… make me happy, but… complicated…”

Expressing his honest first impression as naturally as greeting his mother in the morning, the girl’s face quickly flushed crimson.

Blushing yet looking pleased, but also somewhat disappointed, the girl mumbled, eventually lifting her face abruptly and timidly asking,

“…Keitaro… Have you forgotten about me…?”

Looking up at Keitaro with blue eyes that seemed as if they might overflow with tears at any moment, filled with loneliness. The intensity in those eyes could make any average guy fall in love instantly.

However, Keitaro’s reflection in those jewel-like beautiful eyes was one of utter bewilderment, with not a trace of underhanded intentions. He wasn’t in a state of mind to be concerned with romance.

(Forget? The only foreign acquaintance I have is Sophia… Wait, that blue ribbon looks familiar… Right, it’s the same one I gave Sophia for her birthday. I remember now. Could this girl be…?)

Reaching that conclusion, he suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu about everything concerning the girl. Those blue eyes that were usually hidden behind her hair, visible to almost no one but Keitaro. The warmth that felt like basking in sunlight.

While he didn’t remember the bountiful treasures pressing against him, Keitaro finally realized the girl’s identity.

“No, of course, I remember. It’s been a while, Sophia. Good… you look well. I’m relieved.”

“Keitaro!! I came back to Japan just to see you!!”

Once he recognized the girl as Sophia, Keitaro’s agitation calmed like the tide receding. His body must have remembered someone he could trust.

Keitaro naturally stroked Sophia’s head with a practiced hand. His fingers slid smoothly through her silken golden hair.

“So, you’re traveling? How many days? Where will you stay?”

“No, it’s different this time! I’m here for a homestay at Keitaro’s house again! Unlike last time, there’s no set period this time! From now on, it’s always together!”

“Oh, is that so… Wait, what?”

Keitaro’s hand stopped abruptly at Sophia’s words. He didn’t recall hearing anything about this major detail.

His mother’s face came to mind. So that’s the true reason behind her smiling, Keitaro finally understood the essence of that smile.

“Keitaro! I’ll hold you to your promise!”

“…Promise? What was it?”

He remembered making some sort of promise at their parting, but Keitaro had completely forgotten its content.

“…Keitaro, are you serious about that?”

“Uh… sorry.”

Sophia’s gaze was so intensely fixed on him that Keitaro awkwardly looked away.

“That’s okay. I’ll wait until you remember. So when you do, please tell me first.”

“…Yes, understood. I’ll definitely do that.”

“I won’t go anywhere until then. I’ll always be—”

Suddenly, Sophia tiptoed, and at the same time, Keitaro was pulled down towards her.

Then, bringing her lips close to Keitaro’s ear, she whispered in a sugary voice mixed with her breath,

“—always waiting by your side… Keitaro.”

A shiver ran down Keitaro’s spine.