BSS – Vol 1 Epilogue

<Sophia’s PoV>

After we finished playing catch, I happily returned home with him. I immediately took a bath and then returned to my room.

Right now, my heart is pounding really fast, and my entire body feels like it’s burning with warmth.

That’s just how happy I was about today’s events.

The date with him at the amusement park, and the time we spent playing catch together at the park, were both precious moments for me.

But more than that, there was something else that made me even happier.

“Fate, huh… Things like this really do happen…” (Sophia)

I took out a photograph I had carefully hidden inside my desk drawer.

It was a family photo taken when I was little.

Needless to say, it’s one of my most treasured possessions.

“Hey, Papa…” (Sophia)

I spoke to the man in the photo, who was smiling brightly.

The young me, cradled in his arms, wore a blissful smile.

I’ve lost count of how many times I wished I could return to that moment.

That’s how much my Dad meant to me, how much I loved him.

And now, I had something I wanted to tell him.

“Someone remembers you. They said you were someone they looked up to.” (Sophia)

I thought I was the only one left who still remembered Dad.

I’m sure Mom remembers too, but she’s found someone new to love.

I don’t think that’s a bad thing, and I’m sure Dad would be happier knowing she hasn’t let grief hold her back.

I had wholeheartedly wished her well in her remarriage.

But—even so, there’s still a part of me that feels lonely.

Because it feels like Dad’s presence has slowly faded away.

But there was someone who still remembered Dad, someone who had etched him into their heart even now.

That fact made me incredibly happy.

More than anything, I thought he was by far the most wonderful man I had ever met.

“He’s kind, hardworking, and a truly amazing person. I’m so glad I met him. I believe that, with him, my dreams will come true. Papa, please help support him from heaven.” (Sophia)

After saying that, I carefully placed the photo back such that it wouldn’t get damaged.

Then, I shifted my thoughts.

“I kept thinking that his personality was too good to be true… but I’ll throw thoughts away. Not to mention, fate doesn’t happen often… and if he ends up liking me, nothing else matters. But still, what should I do…?” (Sophia)

I found myself troubled over how to close the gap between us.

There was no way I could approach him honestly.

I had never interacted with someone that way before, and even if I tried hard to be honest and rely on him, memories of how I’d acted in the past would come rushing back.

To be honest, even I know that I’m clumsy when it comes to relationships.

So maybe it’s best to do what I can, in my own clumsy way.

Fortunately, he’s kind, so if I approach him, I think he’ll let me stay by his side.

By taking it slow and steady, it might be possible to gradually close the gap between us.

“First, I need to change how I address him… He calls me Sophia, so I should call him Kento… Kento-kun? A nickname… no, that doesn’t suit me. Calling him onii-chan… no, that would be embarrassing. It feels safer to stick with Kento-kun… but I’ll have to figure out how to naturally make the change…” (Sophia)

And so, I found myself wracking my brain over how to shorten the distance between us.

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Thanks for reading

That’s the end of Vol 1. To be honest, I know my translation for this series so far feels kinda scuffed. I guess a part of me does feel tired juggling translation and army commitments at the same time so I’ll take a break before starting on Vol 2. 

In other news, Toxic Game Streamer is confirmed to be getting a third volume, so that’s something to look forward to.

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