Am I The Only Male Tenant Here?

The celebration continued to rage around me with infectious enthusiasm, everyone so caught up in our victory that time seemed irrelevant.

The celebration continued to rage around me with infectious enthusiasm, everyone so caught up in our victory that time seemed irrelevant. It wasn't until our homeroom teacher appeared in the doorway with that particular expression teachers get when they're about to end the fun that reality crashed back in.

Party's over, kids. Back to the real world.

"Alright, everyone, it's time to head home," she announced, and the collective groan that followed was almost comical.

But honestly, I'm ready to go. There's somewhere else I need to be.

I gathered my things and slipped out of the classroom while my classmates were still reluctantly packing up, their voices gradually fading behind me as I made my way through the now-quiet school corridors.

Shiraishi-senpai is waiting for me. After everything that happened today—the planetarium, the kiss, working together at the stall—she wants to see me alone.

The night air hit me as I stepped outside, cool and refreshing after the stuffiness of our crowded classroom. The campus had transformed completely from its daytime festival chaos into something peaceful and almost mystical. Overhead, stars scattered across the black velvet sky like diamonds, their light pooling on the empty walkways.

As I approached the main gate, my heart rate picked up despite my best efforts to stay calm. And then I saw her.

Holy shit.

Shiraishi-senpai stood waiting under one of the gate lights, and the sight of her literally stole my breath. Her silver hair was pinned up in a style that was both elegant and slightly casual, revealing the graceful curve of her neck. The moonlight seemed to be conspiring with the streetlamps to create some kind of ethereal glow around her entire figure.

She looks like a goddess who decided to visit the mortal realm. How is this my life?

"Shiraishi-senpai, have you been waiting long?" I asked, quickening my pace to reach her side.

Please say no. Please don't let her have been standing here alone for ages while I was celebrating.

"Not at all, I just arrived myself, Ginjo-san," she replied with that radiant smile that never failed to make my chest tight.

She's lying. She's definitely been here for at least ten minutes, but she's too considerate to make me feel guilty about it.

"I heard the wonderful news about your class winning first place in merchandise sales," she continued, her eyes sparkling with genuine joy. "I wanted to congratulate you in person."

"Thank you, Shiraishi-senpai, but you contributed so much to that victory. Without your help today, we never would have pulled through that crisis."

"You're very welcome, Ginjo-san. Today... I also wanted to thank you for..."

She trailed off, and I watched as something shifted in her expression. A soft breath escaped her lips, and her eyes took on that happy, almost dreamy quality that made her look even more beautiful than usual.

She's thinking about the planetarium. About our kiss. God, the way she's looking at me right now...

Shyness bloomed across her features like a flower opening to sunlight. Her gaze drifted away for a moment before returning to meet mine, and I could see the delicate pink flush spreading across her cheeks.

She's embarrassed. Shiraishi Lisa—student council president, untouchable beauty, goddess among mortals—is blushing because of me.

"It's getting quite late," I said, forcing myself to focus on practical concerns instead of getting lost in her expression. "Let me walk you home, Shiraishi-senpai."

No way am I letting her walk alone at night in that kimono. She's like a walking target for every creep in the city.

"Eh? Is that really okay? Then I'll be in your care, Ginjo-san."

The way she says it—so formal and polite, but with that underlying warmth that's just for me.

"Of course it's okay. So, which direction is home?"

She raised her slender hand and pointed to the left of the school gate, the gesture somehow managing to be both practical and graceful.

Left it is. Time for a moonlight stroll with the girl of my dreams.

As we walked through the quiet streets, our conversation naturally drifted to the day's events.

"Did you enjoy yourself today, Shiraishi-senpai?"

I need to know. After all the chaos and work, after stepping so far outside her usual comfort zone—was it worth it for her?

"Of course! I was happy all day long," she replied, that captivating smile never leaving her face. "Including right now."

"Me too," I admitted, feeling a grin spread across my own face. "This was my first time experiencing such an incredible school festival."

Back home, the festivals were smaller, more intimate. This was like stepping into a completely different world.

"Which way at the traffic light?" I asked, pointing toward the T-junction ahead.

"Turn right, then left at the next light."

As we walked, I started to piece together where she lived based on the directions and what I knew about her background.

Ten minutes from school, in this direction, expensive area... definitely one of those luxury apartment buildings near campus. Of course the rich ojou-sama lives in the nicest part of town.

"Um... Ginjo-san..."

"Yes?"

We'd reached the T-junction, and she stopped walking. When I turned to look at her, she was staring up at me with an expression that was nervous and vulnerable and heartachingly cute all at once.

"I... I wanted to say... about what happened in the planetarium..."

The blush that spread across her fair skin was like watching sunrise paint the sky pink and gold.

"Mm? What about the planetarium?" I asked gently, though my heart was hammering against my ribs.

Don't push too hard. Let her find her words.

She seemed to be struggling with how to articulate whatever was on her mind. The silence stretched between us, filled with the soft sounds of night—distant traffic, the whisper of wind through trees, the faint hum of streetlights.

Before she could find her words, before the silence could grow uncomfortable, I made a decision. Moving slowly, telegraphing my intentions so she could stop me if she wanted, I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Sometimes actions speak louder than words.

The soft intake of breath she made was like music. Her hands, which had been trembling slightly, suddenly gripped my arm as if anchoring herself to reality. I watched as the tension in her expression melted away, replaced by something soft and wondering.

That's better. No need for complicated words when we both know what we're feeling.

A few more minutes of walking brought us to her building, and I had to whistle silently in appreciation.

Damn. This place probably costs more per month than most people make in a year.

The apartment complex looked like something from an architectural magazine—all clean lines and expensive materials, the kind of place where even the lobby probably had better furniture than my entire apartment.

Definitely confirms the rich ojou-sama theory.

"Thank you, Ginjo-san. I'm home," she said, but there was something in her voice that suggested she wasn't quite ready for the evening to end.

"I had such a wonderful time today. If you have time in the future, please come visit me at home."

"I'd like that, Shiraishi-senpai."

Play it cool, Ginjo. Don't sound too eager.

"Really? Then it's a promise?"

"It's a promise."

The smile that bloomed across her face was radiant enough to light up the entire street. Pure joy and anticipation combined into an expression so beautiful it actually hurt to look at.

She's excited about the prospect of spending more time with me. This incredibly perfect girl wants to spend more time with me.

"Well then, I should head back," I said reluctantly. "Good night, Shiraishi-senpai."

"Please be careful on the way home," she replied, her concern genuine and touching.

"Good night... Ginjo-san..."

For a moment, as we stood there at the entrance to her building, I saw something almost wistful cross her features. But it was quickly replaced by that warm smile as she looked up at me one last time.

How long has it been since she said goodnight to someone like this? Since she had someone to worry about getting home safely?

The thought struck me as I turned and began the walk back to my own place. This was probably the first time in years—maybe ever—that she'd said goodnight to someone outside her own home. The first time she'd had someone walk her home after a date.

Another first. I'm collecting all her firsts, aren't I?

The streets were even quieter now, my footsteps echoing in the empty silence like the only soundtrack to the night. The breeze carried a coolness that felt refreshing after the warm chaos of the day, and the streetlights cast everything in soft, mysterious shadows.

There's something almost cinematic about walking home alone after a perfect day. Like the ending scene of a really good movie.

Closed cafes sat dark and empty, their outdoor chairs scattered like they were waiting for tomorrow's customers. The whole world felt like it was holding its breath, suspended between today's memories and tomorrow's possibilities.

What a day. What an absolutely perfect day.

Back in my apartment, I went through the mechanical routine of throwing my clothes in the washing machine and heading for the shower. The warm water felt incredible against my skin, washing away the sweat and exhaustion of the festival while leaving all the good memories intact.

Hot showers after long days are one of life's simple perfections.

The steam filled the bathroom like a warm cloud, and I let myself just exist in that peaceful moment—no thoughts, no analysis, just the simple pleasure of being clean and relaxed.

Finally, wrapped in a towel and completely drained, I collapsed onto my bed and reached for my phone.

One unread LINE message.

From: Shiraishi Lisa

[Ginjo-san, thank you so much for today. Thanks to you, I had the most wonderful time. Please give me your guidance in the future ♡]

The formal politeness of it was so perfectly Shiraishi-senpai—proper and courteous even in a personal message. But that little heart emoji at the end...

She added a heart. The student council president, who probably agonized over every word of this message, decided to add a heart emoji.

I found myself grinning at my phone screen like an idiot.

[Shiraishi-senpai, let's create many more wonderful memories together in the future! 😊]

Short, sweet, and leaves the door open for everything that might come next.

I hit send and then lay back against my pillows, staring at her message again.

In the future.

That phrase had so much weight to it, so much implicit meaning. It wasn't just polite formality—it was a request, maybe even a promise. She was asking me to be part of her future, whatever that might look like.

The future. Our future.

The word echoed in my mind as I drifted toward sleep, carrying with it all the possibilities and promises of what tomorrow might bring.

Yeah. I can definitely get used to having a future with Shiraishi Lisa in it.