When she woke at 10 a.m. and saw the clock hands, the girl nearly had a meltdown.

This was her first time sleeping so late.

No wonder—Moyu Manatsu’s body had pulled an all-nighter. For the Imperial Capital’s Chief Student, whose routine was clockwork precision, this was a massive disruption.

But what’s done is done. Time to brush her teeth.

After freshening up, Lunorette combed Moyu’s hair. Normally lazy about grooming, Moyu always left her hair sticking out wildly. Today, Lunorette tamed every strand. Staring at the neat, refined girl in the mirror, she felt deeply satisfied.

*Little Moyu can look properly girly when she tries.*

*Well… except for the chest situation.*

Touching the unfamiliar curves, Lunorette chuckled dryly.

Meanwhile, in another world…

*Achoo!*

The silver-haired girl sneezed out of nowhere.

“Catch a cold?”

“No… I feel like someone’s badmouthing me.”

How could Moyu Manatsu possibly know who was talking about her?

Lunorette rummaged through the wardrobe, then the bedclothes. No decent outfit in sight.

Checking the calendar, she sighed in relief—Saturday meant no school. But the fridge was bare, not even instant noodles left. Starvation loomed unless she went shopping. Reluctantly, she hunted for clothes.

The entire wardrobe yielded nothing suitable.

“Seriously?! Not a single proper outfit? This isn’t a girl’s closet at all!” Lunorette fumed.

*Wait… didn’t I hear Moyu used to be a guy?*

A wave of defeat washed over her.

Of course—a former guy’s wardrobe would only hold ill-fitting men’s clothes. Had this girl ever even *thought* about buying proper attire between gaming marathons?

“And not a single decent bra either.”

Staring at the chest wrap in her hands, Lunorette’s eye twitched. She desperately needed underwear, but there was none. Going braless was out of the question—friction from clothes would be agony!

“Why are there panties but no bras?!”

Glaring at the few underwear in the drawer, Lunorette wanted to scream. *This girl is hopeless!*

*Zero girly instincts!*

Finally, Lunorette surrendered. She wore the chest wrap like a bra.

*Damn it. I’m buying proper lingerie sets today. No excuses.*

Her inner voice roared.

She pulled on the least offensive men’s outfit, jammed on a plain cap, and stepped outside.

Headphones on, music playing, she hummed along to the beat while walking to the supermarket.

Music was her greatest joy in this world. She’d spent a fortune on pop CDs—much to Moyu’s fury. Lunorette pinched her nearly empty wallet. Buying more would force Moyu to survive on saltwater.

*Sigh. Patience.*

“Her contacts list is ridiculously short too.”

Flipping through Moyu’s phone, Lunorette counted barely ten names. She recalled Moyu had few real friends at school. Acquaintances? Yes. But only Yuki truly knew her heart.

After all, Moyu Manatsu and Lunorette belonged to entirely different worlds.

Cars whizzed past as the traffic light blinked. Stopping at the curb, Lunorette realized she’d grown accustomed to this world. Traffic rules, vehicles, endless crowds—so like the Imperial Capital, yet without noble-commoner divides.

Still, she’d never truly *met* Moyu. Their brief soul-to-soul encounter in a dream had never repeated.

Honestly, Lunorette barely knew Moyu. They existed in separate worlds, separate times.

After grabbing snacks, Lunorette decided to stop—her wallet was weeping.

“Manatsu-chan? All alone?”

A girl’s voice called from behind. Lunorette turned.

A girl in a summer tee and denim shorts licked an ice cream cone, grinning lazily.

“You are…?”

Lunorette didn’t recognize her.

“How rude! I’m Kubo Aoji—*Lord* Kubo! You forgot my face already?!”

(For the record: Kubo Aoji was an airhead.)

Thankfully, her airheadedness meant she missed Lunorette’s slip-up. Yuki would’ve spotted the oddness instantly.

“Oh… Kubo-san. Hello.”

Lunorette quickly mimicked Moyu’s usual tone to avoid suspicion.

“A rare weekend, and Manatsu-chan’s out solo?” Kubo licked her ice cream casually.

“Yeah. Problem?”

*Did she notice something?*

Lunorette tensed.

“Nah. I’m alone too—heading to a movie. Hey, free later?”

Lunorette’s worry was pointless. This airhead noticed nothing.

“No plans. Why?”

“Perfect! Accompany Lord Kubo to the cinema!”

Kubo flashed a V-sign, beaming with teeth bared—thinking she looked cool, but honestly just looking silly.

“Why a movie?”

“Boring alone. And you’ve got no girlfriend anyway. Lucky you get Lord Kubo’s company! Oh, FYI—I’m not into *you*. Lord Kubo only likes handsome boys!”

Technically true… yet it stung.

*What’s that ‘no girlfriend’ jab?!*

*Damn it—I’m a girl!*

“Relax, I won’t interfere with you and the class rep. Come on!”

“Kubo-san… what movie?”

Lunorette wasn’t keen, but she’d never seen a film here. Might as well. She didn’t refuse.

“A masterpiece! *365 Days of Breakup*! Sound good?!”

“That’s a romance!”

Before Lunorette could protest further, she was dragged into the theater.

Tickets bought, Kubo pulling her along, Lunorette settled into her seat. Killing time was fine.

“Manatsu-chan seems cheerful today. Not your usual ‘whatever’ face.”

Watching the boy—girl?—beside her nibble popcorn with quiet anticipation, Kubo thought this. But she didn’t dwell; she assumed Moyu just had a good day.

The screen flickered to life. Ocean waves crashed. Seagulls soared. The story began.

It was a standard romance, but slick marketing and big-name stars packed the premiere.

A couple split due to family pressure, then entered different universities. Long-distance love bloomed.

The opening hooked Lunorette—the heart-wrenching score made her crave the soundtrack. Separated lovers adapted to new lives, yet still yearned for each other. The audience rooted for their reunion.

Slowly, the story unfolded. The raw pain faded. They adjusted. Forgot the heartbreak. Drifted onto separate paths…

The finale revealed both with new partners. Exactly 365 days after their breakup.

*Moyu would’ve called this cliché trash.*

Yet the raw realism captivated Lunorette. She’d expected a happy ending.

The final line flashed: *“To those still adrift—cherish the time you have.”*

The message was clear: First love dazzles, but time erodes even the deepest bonds. Time heals all wounds; those who once loved desperately eventually forget.

The director urged youth to seize love *now*, in their brightest years.

“Pretty moving, huh, Manatsu-chan? …Manatsu-chan? Zoning out? That touched you?”

Kubo’s voice snapped Lunorette back.

“Nothing. It’s late. Let’s go.”

For some reason, the separated lovers left a strange ache in her chest. She felt immersed, unable to pull away. *Why?*

Could time truly erase two people separated by distance? Was reality that cruel?

If one day Lunorette and Moyu Manatsu lost contact… would time make them forget each other too?

She shook off the thought. *Ridiculous. Must be sleep deprivation.*

“Kubo-san, I…”

She meant to say she should head home—her wallet couldn’t take more spending. Teasing was fun, but this girl needed to eat. No more messing around.

"There's a dance machine over there, Moyu Manatsu. Let's go try street dancing!"

"......Fine, I'll go."

Scratch that.

Causing Moyu trouble is really fun! Wallet stuff can take a backseat today!