In the Clear Moonlit Dusk (うるわしの宵の月)

Yeah, that sounds like fun.

It's a date.

Um, this is my stop.

Excuse me!

Sorry.

Uh--

You're good.

Thank you.

Got anything planned for after work?

Nah--

Hey, check out the cutie.

Oh, I know.

He's so dreamy, I could die.

I bet he's a model or something.

Go ask for his number.

You really think I should?

Wait, that's--

A skirt.

[unison square garden, "uruwashi"]

I made this special for you.

Oh, please.

Will you accept it?

Oh, yeah.

I mean, thank you, but you really shouldn't have.

What's this?

Another present from a fan?

Hey, Nobara! Hey, Kotobuki!

Dang, girl.

Even high school girls aren't immune to you.

You know, you can tell them no every once in a while.

I don't want to hurt their feelings.

I know I'm tall and lithe, with a lower voice

and inherited a masculine face.

But I am a girl, a first-year high school girl.

My name is Yoi Takiguchi, but everyone calls me--

Hey.

Come on, Prince.

Hey, isn't that the Prince?

- Oh, the first year? -

That's totally her.

Good day, My Lord.

Do you think you should just embrace it?

You're naturally way cooler than 90% of the boys

at this school anyway, like when that one girl fell

during last year's field day.

You picked her up like she was nothing

and carried her over the finish line.

And came in first.

Oh, man, I'm getting tingles just thinking about it.

It was like watching the male lead of a shoujo manga

in real life.

Male lead, huh?

I wonder when we'll see the Prince today.

Oh my gosh, are you actually blushing right now?

What?

No way!

Oh, your public awaits.

No, thanks.

I'll just take the long way.

Hmm.

Uh-- excuse me.

Huh?

Hey, so you dropped this.

Wow!

You're like my hero.

I'm not trying to be a hero or

a male lead or a Prince, but that's the box

that people want to put me in.

I guess it can't be helped when you look like this.

Yo, my bad.

I didn't see you till it was too late.

You good?

What?

Who jumps off a ledge without looking?

Uh--

Oh, wow.

You're really beautiful.

Are you a dude?

Excuse me.

I feel like I should remember that guy.

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You haven't seen it?

Dude, you're missing out.

I wonder what the Prince is thinking.

Whoa, Yoi.

You doing OK?

You've got resting pissed face.

I'm fine.

Check it out.

Asking me if I'm a dude right to my face.

Talk about being rude.

You're so lucky.

What's all the fuss?

Oh, the other Prince must be making an appearance.

There's another Prince?

Yep.

People say he's the son of a multi-millionaire CEO who

runs several international companies,

and he's broken hundreds of hearts all around the world.

Even for a rumor, that all sounds completely made up.

Hey there!

Ichimura!

A Prince, though, ugh.

Don't care.

Another Prince isn't any business of mine.

Huh?

Remember to have fun.

Hmm?

It's him.

It's him.

Yo!

What's up?

Your ass OK?

Wait.

As in my ass?

My Lord?

What's going on with you and the Prince?

Hey!

Wait!

Hang on.

Are they saying he's the other Prince?

That guy?

Hey, are you friends with Yoi Takiguchi?

Huh?

No, we only crossed paths today.

Should I know him or something?

Yeah, or something.

What? You seriously don't know?

She's the girl all the other girls call Prince.

Huh?

So he's not some insanely hot dude?

He's a she?

OK, firstly, rude.

But yeah, that's right.

She's definitely a girl.

Oh.

Really?

I'm pretty sure I talked more today than any other day

in my entire school career.

At least I cleared up any wild assumptions.

Oh, I see.

You guys just bumped into each other.

That's such a relief.

If you two were together, we'd

have lost both our Princes.

And that would just be the worst thing ever.

It's messed up.

It's like they don't even see me as a girl, just a thing

to freak out over.

I don't like it.

But it's not something enough chocolate can't fix.

What time do you get off, huh?

Come on.

I'm just curious is all.

Excuse me!

Huh?

You're clearly just upsetting her.

If you don't knock it off, I'm going to call the cops.

Who the hell do you think you are?

How about you mind your own business, punk?

Stop. Ooh.

Huh?

Nice line, classic dirtbag.

It's the alleged millionaire Playboy.

-Why is he here? -I guess that's cool.

I'm sure it'll go viral with the right title.

Drunk loser gets schooled and goes apeshit in store.

Screw you, kid.

Delete that before I make you.

I don't think so.

Huh?

Fine.

Take the damn hint, you useless idiot.

Go away.

What is going on?

This guy's not a Prince.

He's a bad boy.

So are you stalking me or what?

Did he just notice me?

That's cool.

Yo!