White Album 2 manga online
Volume 4, chapter 2
Setsuna: Hey! Don’t just steal it like that!
Tomo: C’mon, it’s just one.
Tomo: So, what’s the secret seasoning here?
Setsuna: Well, I use soy sauce, sugar, and mirin in proportion to…
Setsuna: Hang on, why do I have to tell you that?!
Tomo: Don’t be stingy, Setchan!
Setsuna: I told you not to call me “Setchan”!
Takeya: What’s up?
Io: What do you mean, what’s up? Look over there.
FX: Badger badger badger badger
Takeya: Oh, hey, that’s Tomo Yanagihara. She was one year below us…
Io: No, not her…
Io: That Setsuna impostor who’s tearing into her…
Who is that?
Chapter title: SESSION18
The One I Love Most in the World
Setsuna: So… I kept telling her “no,” but she kept pestering me about whether I was free for lunch…
Having to eat with a bully like her was just suffocating!
Haruki: Wow. I never hear you badmouthing someone else.
You must actually like her a lot, huh?
Setsuna: S-stop it! No way! Absolutely not!
Setsuna: Aaaugh! Just talking about her makes me feel like my personality is getting worse…
Haruki: You’ve never had anyone to trade jabs with before, right?
I think this is a good trend, actually.
Sort of a frenemy thing…
Setsuna: Whaaat! No, no!
Haruki: You sure? I feel like whenever you talk about her, you get way more energetic.
Haruki: And maybe she likes you, too.
Like she’s making overtures because she wants your attention.
Setsuna: Haruki-kun, I don’t understand your takes on friendship at all.
Setsuna: But, if you’re that sure…
maybe I’ll accept her invitation for tomorrow.
Setsuna: I can try to interact with her in a normal way again.
Setsuna: By the way, Haruki-kun, do you know any other songs?
Can I make a request?
Haruki: I’m planning on expanding my repertoire, so please be patient for a bit…
Takeya: So, let’s go skiing!
Takeya: I mean, we’re on spring break, right?
Takeya: Let’s do it! We can say there was a mixup with the room assignments, and you two can share a room…
Haruki: I’m not immature enough to need a push like…
Takeya: Nah, you’ve been demoted to that level now.
Radio: Today on Houjou Radio, our guest was Tomo Yanagihara-san…
Io: Gack! Tomo Yanagihara…
Haruki: What? Do you not like Yanahigara-san, either?
Radio: Thank you very much.
Io: Not like her? Eh… It’s more like, when I see Setsuna with Tomo Yanagihara, I just get this weird uneasy feeling…
Takeya: Oh, yeah! Where’s Setsuna-chan today?
Takeya: Chow time.
Haruki: She said Tomo Yanagihara invited her to have lunch together.
Takeya: Huh? Wait, but didn’t they just say Tomo Yanagihara…
Haruki: Oh, it’s probably a recording.
Takeya: I’m pretty sure they do this stuff live.
Radio: Now, normally, this is where we’d say goodbye… But, in fact, we have an even bigger surprise prepared for you today.
A surprise guest for Houjou Radio’s annual Valentine’s Day special concert!
Radio: Known as the vocalist from the Houjou High School Light Music Club… Setsuna-chan!
Io: Hang on…
Setsuna: A-ah… um…?
Takeya: No way…
Radio: Setsuna-san, welcome to Houjou Radio!
Takeya: Hey, this is—
Radio: Oh, gosh… I’m tearing up a little! I mean, this love has gone unrequited for two years! My head is spinning!
Narration: I couldn’t protect Setsuna.
Radio: I just love “Unreaching Love” so much, I play it here on Houjou Radio every single time!
Narration: I completely underrated Tomo Yanagihara.
Radio: And now, at the concert next week, I get to hear it live? My heart’s about to burst…
Narration: After that night, we lost contact with Setsuna.
She didn’t go home, either…
Haruki: Yes, all right. Thank you.
Takahiro: Why don’t you sleep a little?
Akina: You’ve been awake since yesterday, right?
Narration: Almost twelve hours have passed since I came to the Ogiso household, both to explain the situation with Setsuna and to ask for help.
Haruki: Sorry. After eight more, I’ll be done…
Takahiro: Kitahara-san, you’re just as much of a worrywart as Dad.
No one worries this much about me.
Akina: You’re always dashing off as it is. We wouldn’t know how to look for you.
Narration: Despite my exposure to the air of the harmonious Ogiso family, which hasn’t changed at all since back then…
I didn’t feel bad at all.
Akina: I’ll have food ready soon, so eat something before you go.
Haruki: Oh! Yes, thank you.
Takahiro: I’ll go look off around the station, then.
Haruki: Wait, Takahiro-kun, what about school?
Takahiro: C’mon, Kitahara-san, today’s a national holiday!
Haruki: …A holiday?
Takahiro: National Foundation Day.
Narration: A national holiday… Meaning, a day off for both the university and the high school.
Normally, I would never be able to be by myself in that place with all its memories…
But, today, it might be completely empty.
Haruki: I know I’m late.
Setsuna: …I didn’t ask you to come.
Haruki: You didn’t, but I still had to. I know I’ve screwed up in a lot of ways…
Setsuna: What ways? As a friend? As a boyfriend?
Setsuna: Or… as a guitarist?
Haruki: Haven’t been here in… three years, huh?
Narration: Setsuna wasn’t as upset as I thought she would be.
Maybe all the time she spent suffering alone, day in and day out, had left her entirely without tears, anguish, or conflict.
Setsuna: Um… Hello.
Setsuna: We’re the Light Music Club.
Setsuna: Welcome to the Houjou High School Festival. Is everybody having fun?
Narration: Sitting on the front of the stage, swinging her legs back and forth, looking up at the ceiling, as though lost in her memories…
Setsuna: Um… I haven’t thought of anything to say, so I’m sorry if I’m a little awkward.
Narration: She shut her eyes in a reverie, and, clenching her teeth now and then, as if to bite back something that was rising up…
she spoke her lines from three years before, just as they had been.
Setsuna: I never planned on singing again, so my voice might not come out right… Will you go easy on me?
Narration: And she freely confessed how she was doing now, three years later.
Setsuna: Haruki-kun… What am I supposed to do?
Haruki: You don’t like singing any more?
Setsuna: I don’t.
I hate it.
Setsuna: Whenever I sing, the school festival show comes flooding back into my head…
and I remember everything that happened afterward, too.
Narration: Hey, Setsuna, you don’t actually hate singing, do you?
Setsuna: The festival, graduation…
and what happened at the airport, when Kazusa left… I see it all, vividly.
Narration: You still love it, but you’re lying to yourself because of me, aren’t you?
Setsuna: And if that keeps going…
I might dislike you. I might hate you.
Setsuna: But you made me think about singing…
Setsuna: Are you telling me to start liking it again?
Setsuna: I want to stay the way I am, liking you…
Setsuna: So… I can’t.
Setsuna: I can never sing again.
Narration: Setsuna seemed like she might stay in this place fraught with memories forever. Then, when I asked her…
Haruki: Want to come to my place?
Narration: without a moment’s hesitation…
Setsuna: This time, today, Haruki-kun and I…
Setsuna: will be one…
Setsuna: It’s all right. I won’t waver any more.
FX: Patter patter
Setsuna: What… are you doing…?
Haruki: What am I…? The concert is in two days.
Setsuna: Why are you doing something so pointless?
Haruki: Is it pointless?
Setsuna: Of course it’s pointless… I’m not going to sing. I’m not doing any concert.
Setsuna: Anyway, we have something more important to think about right now, don’t we?
Setsuna: ready, you know?
Setsuna: Today… I promise I won’t reject you.
Setsuna: I’m fine now.
Haruki: …Can you really say you’re fine?
Setsuna: Do you…
Setsuna: not love me?
Haruki: I do love you…
Haruki: You’re the one I love second-most in the world.
Setsuna: Second-most… Then, then…
Setsuna: Kazusa is still…
Haruki: The one I love most in the world is you, when you’re singing there in front of me, enjoying yourself.
Haruki: The Setsuna who suddenly started singing along with my lousy guitar playing.
Haruki: The Setsuna who goes to karaoke and forgets all about everyone around her, singing five songs in a row alone, refusing to let go of the mic, completely self-absorbed…
Haruki: That’s the one I love most in the world.
Haruki: And it’s not just me.
Haruki: It’s the same for Takeya…
Haruki: And Io, too…
Haruki: And maybe even Tomo Yanagihara…
Haruki: So… I’m sorry, but…
Haruki: Right now… practicing comes first.
Setsuna: …How long are you doing to keep doing this?
Haruki: Until I can get through with no mistakes, at least.
Setsuna: …Maybe I should get going.
Haruki: I’m afraid I can’t take you. If you wouldn’t mind calling a taxi…
Setsuna: Is this going to cause a problem for the concert staff?
Haruki: It’s not your fault.
Setsuna: The radio host seemed really happy…
Haruki: Yeah, she’s played the song almost every day.
Narration: After a few more hours past, Setsuna’s attitude softened just a little…
and I started to see her true, good-natured self again.
Setsuna: What’s funny?
Haruki: Oh, no, that’s just… surprisingly middle-class of you.
Setsuna: H-hey… That’s not a compliment.
Haruki: But, well… don’t listen to me.
This is something you should decide.
Haruki: I would love to hear you sing…
I don’t want you to regret anything.
Haruki: If you decide not to participate, we can go and apologize together.
Haruki: So, I want you to keep worrying until the last minute…
Haruki: and reach a conclusion.
FX: Nod nod
Narration: The memories are so painful that my voice won’t come out…
Narration: He’s right…
I do love singing.
Narration: Maybe I really will end up hating Haruki-kun.
Maybe I’ll start to feel loathing for him.
Narration: But even if that did happen, I feel like he would be willing to overcome it with me.
Narration: All right.
I’ll try singing again.
Narration: One more time…
so that I can move forward, without being imprisoned by the past.
FX: Tump tump tump
Koharu: This is the opposite direction from the north hall!
Takahiro: I told you to turn left!
Koharu: Then you should have said it before I went through!
Takahiro: You kept going when I tried to stop you, Sugiura!
Takahiro: …Yada, you don’t look so good. Are you okay?
Koharu: Hey, Mihoko, you were the one who wanted to see it for yourself, right?
Koharu: I’m right here with you, okay? Let’s go see it together.
Takahiro: …See what?
Koharu: None of your business, Younger Ogiso!
This is between us girls! Don’t try to pry!
Takahiro: I got us the tickets in the first place…
FX: Roar roar
Chiaki: Until three years ago, I thought the stage was mine… Then, in an instant, that show took it from me…
Chiaki: I’ve been chasing after those three ever since…
Chiaki: but that will probably end today.
Chiaki: I’m intruding in someone else’s home again…
Chiaki: so you’d better show me something incredible, Haruki.
Tomo: Mizusawa-san! Iizuka-san!
Tomo: Yoo-hoo! Over here!
Io: What… What kind of nerve…
FX: Flail flail
Takeya: Man, who knows… But she’s in the front row, so let’s just go with it.
Io: Well, you look awfully calm for the one who caused this whole uproar.
Announcement: Thank you so much for attending Houjou Radio’s special Valentine’s Day concert today.
Tomo: Quiet, please. It’s about to start.
Io: Wh-why, you!
Tomo: I don’t care what you have to say about me…
Tomo: but, right now, shut up!
Tomo: If you say one word while the song is playing…
Announcement: Before we raise the curtain…
Tomo: I will kill you.
Io: Wait, are you actually just here because you want to hear the song…?
Setsuna: Hey, Haruki-kun…
Setsuna: Before we go onstage, there’s something I want to say to you.
Setsuna: I… I’m about to start singing. I know I’m going to remember what happened then.
Narration: This is just what I wanted.
The path Setsuna has chosen, in order to move forward.
Setsuna: And, when I remember… I might start to hate you.
Setsuna: So… so…!
Haruki: …All right.
Setsuna: …Thank you.
Haruki: Well… shall we?
We’ll… have fun, won’t we?
Narration: I don’t know whether this will completely restore the bond that had been broken…
But I’m sure…
Haruki: Of course.
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