CHAPTER 59:- A Gift from the yume
Haruya stepped out of the black luxury car and walked toward the grand entrance of his home, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the estate. After the long, intense day at the tournament, the familiar sight of the house brought a quiet sense of relief.
The moment the gates opened, a group of maids emerged, their faces lighting up with genuine warmth. They greeted him with heartfelt smiles and gentle cheers, scattering small flower petals and colorful sprinkles in his path as a celebratory welcome.
"Welcome home, young master!"
"Congratulations on your victory!"
Haruya's lips curved into a soft, happy smile. He felt genuinely touched by their kindness. "Thank you, everyone. This is really nice."
The head butler held the large front door open with a respectful bow. As Haruya stepped inside the spacious entrance hall, he was immediately met by his mother, Akaya, and his two sisters, Aoi and Sakura.
Akaya moved forward without hesitation and pulled him into a warm, tight embrace. She held him close for a long moment, her voice soft against his hair.
"I watched your match today. We had the live telecast arranged specially on our TV. You played so beautifully, Haruya. I'm so proud of you."
She leaned back slightly and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. The simple gesture was filled with motherly affection.
Aoi and Sakura watched the scene with growing impatience. Their eyes sparkled with jealousy as they saw their mother kiss their little brother.
"Mom, that's not fair," Aoi said with a pout. "We want to kiss him too."
Sakura nodded quickly. "Yes! Can we kiss you, Haruya? Please?"
Haruya looked at his sisters with his usual gentle expression and gave a small nod.
"Of course. Go ahead."
Both girls immediately stepped closer and planted soft kisses on his cheeks, one on each side. Their faces glowed with satisfaction.
Akaya watched the moment with a fond smile, then asked in a casual tone, "By the way, during the live broadcast… who was that girl who seemed to be attacking you on the field?"
Haruya froze for a second. His shoulders tensed slightly and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He became visibly nervous.
"N-nothing, Mom," he replied quickly, his voice a little shaky. "It was just a misunderstanding. She wasn't attacking me. She was only coming to ask something during the match, and Reina stopped her. That's all."
Akaya raised an eyebrow, studying his face carefully.
"Really? That's what happened?"
Haruya nodded rapidly, sweat now clearly visible. "Yes… really. It was nothing serious."
His mother watched him for a few more seconds before her expression softened into a gentle smile.
"Alright, that's good then. I thought she was trying to hurt you. If I had confirmed she was attacking you… well, she wouldn't have left that stadium alive."
Haruya's eyes widened slightly. He realized immediately that his mother was not joking. The calm way she said it made his stomach tighten.
He had lied to protect Kira Hashimoto from any real danger. He didn't want anyone to get hurt because of him.
Feeling a little guilty but relieved the conversation had ended, Haruya excused himself and headed upstairs to his room.
As he entered, his eyes fell on the enormous six-foot teddy bear from Aunt Yumi. It sat awkwardly in the corner, looking strangely out of place in his otherwise neat room. Haruya couldn't help but smile at how odd it appeared.
He pulled out his phone from his pocket to check the time. A new message notification caught his attention. It was from Hanma Studio.
The message read:
[ "If you are reading this, Haruya-sama, it means we are informing you that your new photoshoot session will begin today at 1:20. If you have no inconvenience, please come. We will pay you 2,000,000 ¥ for this shoot.
Thank you for your understanding.
Regards, Hanma Studio" ]
Haruya's face brightened with genuine happiness. It was currently 12:30. He still had enough time to reach the studio comfortably.
He thought to himself that earning so much money for just a few hours of photos was quite generous much big amount compare to previous shoot. But in this world, a boy doing a photoshoot was never an ordinary thing — it was something special, and the payment reflected that ╮(＾▽＾).
Haruya quickly typed a short reply: "Of cource."
He changed into fresh clothes, told his mother he was going out for a while.
Scene shift — Hanma Studio
Inside one of the studio's meeting rooms, the manager and senior staff were reviewing recent data. They were analyzing Haruya's growing popularity after his previous photoshoot. The clothes featured in those photos had sold out completely within two days, bringing the studio a 50% profit boost. Half of the total profit — 1,200,000 dollars — had been shared with Haruya, giving him 600,000 dollars.
Because of this success, the manager had arranged much stricter security for today's session.
She addressed the entire staff with firm authority.
"Today's shoot must be perfect. There is no room for mistakes. The outfits, lighting, angles — everything has to be flawless."
She turned to the cameraman and lighting crew.
"Do your best work. If the photos turn out excellent, you will all receive a bonus."
The staff nodded enthusiastically. One of them spoke up with a bright smile.
"Even without the bonus, we would give our full effort. When it comes to Haruya-sama, we always do."
The manager nodded, then added one more instruction.
"Also, keep Miss Miyahara Yume at a reasonable distance from Haruya-sama today. We cannot fully trust people who make large investments, no matter how big they are. Everyone has their own interests. Make sure she stays occupied."
The staff gave thumbs-up signs, agreeing to handle Yume carefully.
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Hanma Studio – Awkward Encounter and Perfect Shots
Fifteen minutes later, Haruya slipped out of the house and climbed into the waiting black luxury car. The driver greeted him with the usual respectful nod, and the vehicle glided smoothly away from the estate, heading toward Hanma Studio.
Haruya leaned back against the soft leather seat, watching the city scenery pass by. The events of the tournament still lingered in his mind, but the thought of the upcoming photoshoot brought a quiet sense of excitement.
After few min later..
When the car finally pulled up outside the studio, several staff members were already waiting at the entrance. The moment Haruya stepped out, their faces brightened with warm, genuine smiles.
"Welcome back, Haruya-sama!" one of them said cheerfully.
"It's wonderful to see you again."
Haruya returned their greetings with a small, polite bow and a gentle smile. "Thank you for having me today."
He left his bodyguards outside as requested and walked into the familiar building. The moment he entered the main studio area, he recognized several of the same staff members who had worked on his previous shoot. Their faces lit up with excitement.
Haruya raised his hand in a friendly wave and said softly, "It's nice to see all of you again. Thank you for your hard work last time."
The simple, kind words had an immediate effect. The staff members flushed, their cheeks turning pink as they stared at him. Some shifted nervously, others looked away with dreamy expressions. In their minds, they began to daydream — imagining quiet conversations with him, gentle smiles directed only at them, or even the impossible chance of spending more time together. Haruya's gentle and polite nature always seemed to have this effect on people in this world.
Before the moment could stretch too long, a door on the side of the VIP room opened.
Miyahara Yume stepped out.
She had been waiting in a separate VIP room, carefully prepared by the studio. The moment her eyes landed on Haruya, she froze. He had arrived earlier than expected, and no one had informed her. The carefully rehearsed lines given by her secretary had given her — polite greetings, compliments, and a subtle invitation — completely vanished from her mind like a student forgot everything after seeing math hardest question.
The powerful, confident top actress who commanded attention wherever she went suddenly felt small. In front of Haruya, she turned into a flustered young woman who didn't know what to say. Her usual poise melted away, leaving her standing there like a lost kitten in a dark room.
Haruya noticed her and offered a warm, polite smile.
"Hello miss yume," he said gently. "It's nice to meet you again." You're such a busy person."
Yume's face turned bright red. Her mind went completely blank. She opened her mouth, but the words that came out were nothing like what her secretary had prepared for her boss.
"Um…how can.. N... I who are you…?"
The moment the awkward question left her lips, she realized how strange it sounded. Her secretary had told her to say something like "It's a pleasure to meet you again, Haruya-sama. I've heard so many good things about you. You have a kind heart, and there's no one like you in this world. If you're free someday, would you like to go on a date with me?"
Instead, she had blurted out something completely different and meaningless.
Haruya blinked once, then smiled kindly, understanding that she was nervous.
"I'm Haruya. You probably already know me from our previous meet up in hanma studio. Thank you for your question — it's nice to meet you properly. I'm happy we ran into each other again."
His gentle response only made things worse for Yume. Her face grew even redder, and she felt as if someone had glued her mouth shut, she feel ashamed on her self. She couldn't form a single coherent sentence. All her usual confidence as a famous actress had disappeared the moment she stood in front of haruya.
In her panic, Yume suddenly thrust a small, elegantly wrapped box toward Haruya. It was the gift her secretary had prepared earlier so can her boss can give it to haruya and win his heart.
Haruya looked slightly confused but accepted the box politely. He assumed it was a simple present and slipped it into his pocket with a quiet "Thank you."
The studio staff immediately moved into action. They gently guided Yume away from Haruya and escorted her back to the private VIP room the studio had prepared for her. Yume walked like a statue, her face completely blank, showing no reaction at all. The staff left her there to recover in peace, hoping she would regain her composure soon.
A short while later, Haruya's photoshoot officially began.
He changed into the new outfits prepared for the session. The clothes suited him perfectly — elegant yet casual pieces that highlighted his gentle features and model-like proportions. The staff led him to the main set, where cameras and lighting were already perfectly arranged.
Haruya posed naturally in front of the cameras. He changed angles smoothly, offering soft smiles, thoughtful expressions, and quiet confidence. Every shot came out beautifully. The photographers worked with full concentration, capturing him from multiple perspectives.
After nearly an hour, the session came to an end.
Haruya bowed politely to the entire crew.
"Thank you very much for today. I appreciate all your hard work."
He waved goodbye with a small, warm smile. "See you next time."
The staff watched him leave with sad, reluctant expressions. They knew they wouldn't see him again until next month, and the thought made the studio feel a little emptier.
As soon as Haruya was gone, the manager clapped her hands sharply.
"Alright, everyone, back to work. Let's edit these photos quickly and post them on the official account."
The team worked efficiently. They selected the best shots — Haruya in different poses and outfits, all looking effortlessly handsome — and uploaded them with the caption:
"New collection now available in stores. These pieces were worn by a cute boy during today's exclusive shoot."
Within minutes, the post skyrocketed. Views poured in, followed by hundreds of comments and likes. Many fans had already rushed to the online shop and paid in advance, desperate to own the exact clothes Haruya had modeled.
Scene shift — Kira Hashimoto's house
In a quiet room across the city, Kira Hashimoto sat on her bed, scrolling through her phone. She had just opened the Hanma Studio post.
The moment Haruya's photos appeared on her screen, her eyes widened.
She recognized that face immediately.
It was the same boy from the football match — the one she had tried to attack in her anger. The one she had accused of cheating and threatened.
Her face turned pale, then flushed with embarrassment and regret. She had thought he wasn't a real boy but A hiding girl behind a fake boy face Mask. Now she saw the truth: he was genuinely cute, gentle, and talented and more than that he is real boy.
Kira Hashimoto stared at the screen, her heart pounding.
*That was him…? The boy I tried to hurt…*
Shame washed over her. She felt angry at herself for her reckless behavior on the pitch. If she had known who he really was…
In a burst of frustration and self-loathing, she threw her phone hard against the wall. The device cracked loudly as it hit the floor.
"What have I done…?" she whispered, voice trembling.
"That was a real boy standing right in front of me, and I acted like a fool. Now he probably thinks I'm crazy… bitch"
She grabbed fistfuls of her own hair, pulling in distress.
The regret settled heavily in her chest.
Sence shift
Haruya arrived home and went straight to his room.
He sat on the edge of his bed and took out the small gift box Yume had given him at the studio. Curious, he carefully opened it.
The moment he saw what was inside, his eyes widened in surprise.
—To be continued…
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Author's Note 🧾
Sorry guys for the late update. I know some of you might be wondering what's wrong with this author… why are the updates always late? Did he drop the novel? Is he even alive? 😅
Don't worry, that's not the case. I haven't dropped the novel, and I'm definitely alive just a bit busy with my schedule right now.
I wanted to let you all know that I'll be quite busy for the next 4 weeks, so there won't be any new chapter updates during this time. Once things settle down, I'll resume updating the novel again.
Thanks for your patience and support.
— king_fuzu_