The Irregular at Magic High School: Secret Silhouette
In the year 2095, magic is a recognized science. At First National Magic University Affiliated High School, known as 'Magic High School,' siblings Tatsuya Shiba and Miyuki Shiba appear to be just a close brother and sister. However, the look in Miyuki's eyes holds something far beyond familial affection. One rainy night, she realizes the truth: 'I'm in love with my brother, as a man.'
Knowing this love is forbidden, Miyuki locks it deep inside her heart. But then, a new transfer student, Alice
The Irregular at Magic High School: Secret Silhouette - A Confession in the Rain, and Proof of Clumsy Love
Friday evening. The sky had been a gray on the verge of tears since morning. By the time the bell signaling the end of classes rang, it had turned into a full-blown downpour.
Large raindrops hammered against every window of the school building. The leaves of the zelkova-lined avenue trembled under the violent sound of water.
Miyuki stood by the classroom window, gazing fixedly at the schoolyard. In her right hand, her terminal. In her left, the ring with the blue magic stone.
*(Yui-san told me.)*
The words she had heard yesterday evening at the Nova Library resurfaced clearly amid the sound of the rain.
The defensive magic embedded in Tatsuya's CAD. An activation sequence refined over years to protect one specific person. The reason it hadn't stopped Miyuki's rampaging magic was because it had been tuned to nullify only the magic that would harm Miyuki herself.
*(Onii-sama's clumsy love.)*
Something deep in her chest tightened with an audible pang. Warm, yet painful.
Her own face reflected in the window glass. Black hair. White skin. The usual Queen of Magic High School. But her eyes, right now, were the eyes of a crybaby girl.
*(I won't run away anymore.)*
Miyuki opened her terminal. With trembling fingers, she operated the screen.
Recipient: *Onii-sama*.
She typed out a message.
*"There's something I want to talk about. I'll be waiting in the schoolyard."*
That was all. Just that, and nothing more.
Miyuki didn't have an umbrella. No—she had no intention of carrying one. She left her bag in the classroom as well.
Miyuki began to walk quietly. Getting wet didn't matter. Being cold didn't matter. Because she wanted to properly convey her feelings to Onii-sama.
A few students still lingered in the hallway. Everyone who saw Miyuki caught their breath for an instant. The student council president, not yet wet but already carrying the scent of rain. The usual smile had vanished from her face.
Miyuki headed straight for the entrance.
Then, she changed her shoes and stepped out into the rain.
*SHAAAAAA.*
The moment she took a single step forward, the merciless rain struck her entire body.
Cold.
Her hair, her uniform—instantly soaked and heavy. Her white tights clung to her skin.
But she kept walking. Toward the center of the schoolyard.
*(I'll wait here.)*
Miyuki stopped.
The rain continued to beat quietly against her long black hair, her pale cheeks. As if the sky were reaching out to Miyuki with countless cold fingers.
Miyuki gazed at the ring on her left hand.
The blue magic stone, wet with rain, was glowing quietly—but unmistakably.
*(Onii-sama's feelings are contained in this ring.)*
Miyuki wrapped both hands around the ring in front of her chest. Her cold fingertips slowly registered the chill of the stone and the faint warmth of her own body.
*(I will never doubt Onii-sama again. I won't run from Onii-sama. I won't hand Onii-sama over to anyone.)*
Something inside Miyuki hardened, deeply, decisively.
The rain grew heavier and heavier. Her vision blurred white with mist.
Even so, Miyuki kept her gaze fixed straight ahead at the school entrance. Believing that Onii-sama would come.
She could feel her entire body going numb with cold. The sensation in her fingertips was beginning to fade. Her lips might have already turned purple.
*(But my heart is warm.)*
Her feelings for Onii-sama seemed to burn inside her body. Hot enough to blow away the freezing rain.
How long had she stood there?
The clock in the schoolyard had just passed six in the evening.
That was when it happened.
The entrance door slowly opened.
In the dim light, a tall silhouette she knew well emerged. Black hair. Sharp eyes, as if polished. An expressionless face, difficult to read.
Shiba Tatsuya.
Miyuki's beloved older brother, wearing the Course 2 uniform.
Tatsuya was holding an umbrella. The moment he spotted Miyuki, his movements stopped for an instant.
Their eyes met.
The rain filled the space between them with countless lines.
Tatsuya walked toward Miyuki without a word. Tilting the umbrella toward her as he approached.
The sound of Tatsuya's footsteps, from beyond the rain, overlapped with Miyuki's heartbeat.
He stood before her.
The umbrella covered Miyuki. The direct assault of the rain ceased. But she was already thoroughly drenched. Droplets streamed endlessly from her hair.
"...What are you doing?"
Tatsuya's voice was so quiet it seemed it might vanish into the rain. But to Miyuki's ears, his voice alone reached her clearly.
Miyuki looked up at Tatsuya's face.
Her lips trembled.
"...Onii-sama."
Her voice came out. Hoarse, fragile as a raindrop.
Miyuki tried to voice the true feelings she had kept locked away for so long.
But her throat trembled, and the words wouldn't form.
*(Be brave.)*
Miyuki bit down hard on her lip. A faint taste of iron spread through her mouth.
Then, she let out a trembling breath.
"...I... I love you, Onii-sama."
The words dissolved into the rainy sky.
Tatsuya didn't move a muscle. His hand holding the umbrella remained still. His eyes looked straight down at Miyuki.
Miyuki couldn't stop the feelings overflowing like a broken dam.
"Not as siblings... but as a man. I love you, Onii-sama."
Miyuki looked directly into Tatsuya's eyes.
"Just seeing you smile makes me happy. Just seeing you talk to someone else makes my chest ache. I was so happy that you were only kind to me... but I knew it was because I'm your little sister... I've been suffering, all this time, all this time."
The tears wouldn't stop. Rain and tears mixed together on Miyuki's cheeks and streamed down.
"Onii-sama... I can't be just your little sister anymore. I want to be closest to you. But not as your sister. ...As a woman."
With a trembling voice, Miyuki forced out her final words.
"...Do you... only see me as your little sister?"
Only the sound of rain echoed long across the schoolyard.
Tatsuya said nothing for a while.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
Only Miyuki's heartbeat pulsed loudly in her ears.
Then, Tatsuya opened his mouth.
"...You are my little sister."
A single sentence.
Just that one sentence.
Sound vanished from Miyuki's world.
*(...Eh.)*
The sound of the rain, her own breathing—everything grew distant.
"Nothing more, nothing less. You are my one and only little sister."
Tatsuya's voice was astonishingly flat. Not a trace of emotion in it. As if he were simply stating a fact.
*(Ah.)*
Something inside Miyuki clearly snapped.
With a sound. Like glass shattering.
The color drained from her face. Her vision blurred white.
*(As I thought. To Onii-sama, I'm nothing more than... just his little sister.)*
All strength left her body.
Her knees buckled.
Her uniform skirt spread out into a puddle. Mud splattered onto her white tights.
"...Yes, that's right."
Miyuki tried to smile. But the muscles in her face wouldn't cooperate. Her cheeks twitched.
"I knew it. I knew it, and yet... why did I say something like that."
Miyuki placed her hands on the wet ground. The cold sensation of mud seeped from her palms through her entire body.
"...I'm sorry, Onii-sama. For saying something so disgusting. ...Please forget it."
Miyuki tried to stand.
But her legs wouldn't move. Her body was heavy as lead from the rain.
*(I should go home. I can't be a burden to Onii-sama any longer.)*
Miyuki tried desperately to move her trembling legs.
That was the moment.
Tatsuya's right hand reached out.
He grabbed Miyuki's left wrist, firmly.
"...Let go of me."
Miyuki said in a faint voice. She couldn't see ahead through the tears and rain.
"Miyuki. Look."
Tatsuya's voice, slightly, stopped Miyuki.
Miyuki slowly looked up at Tatsuya's face.
Tatsuya had taken a pistol-shaped CAD from his breast pocket. Black, with intricate craftsmanship—his preferred latest-model tactical CAD.
Tatsuya's fingers manipulated the CAD.
A faint activation sound she didn't recognize.
The next instant, pale blue light flooded Miyuki's vision.
*(...This is.)*
A complex magic sequence was unfolding on the CAD's small projection screen.
Rings of light. Geometric magic circles. An activation sequence of a complexity she had never seen—a defensive magic activation sequence.
But it was somehow different from any sequence she had seen before.
*(What... is this.)*
Miyuki stared at the activation sequence, drawn in as if by a magnet.
Embedded in the core of the magic sequence was Miyuki's unique psion wavelength.
And she realized that this sequence had been adjusted more precisely, more delicately, than any other.
*(Onii-sama, for my sake.)*
Tatsuya quietly opened his mouth.
"To nullify your rampaging magic in a way that doesn't harm you. That's what this specialized adjustment is for. I spent a week constructing it."
Miyuki's eyes widened.
A week.
Since that night when Miyuki had hurt Tatsuya with her own magic.
Tatsuya had been continuously adjusting this magic for Miyuki's sake.
*You are my little sister.*
Tatsuya's earlier words began to take on a completely different color within Miyuki.
*(Onii-sama... wasn't rejecting me.)*
Tatsuya, still gripping Miyuki's left wrist almost painfully tight, spoke.
"Protecting you is my reason for existing. Don't let anyone change that. —Not even myself."
Miyuki's entire body trembled.
Not from the cold of the rain, but from something else.
*(Onii-sama, to me...)*
Heat flowed from Tatsuya's hand into Miyuki's chilled skin.
Miyuki cried out loud.
"Onii-sama...! Onii-sama...!"
Miyuki threw herself into Tatsuya's chest. Her soaked uniform dampened his shirt.
"I thought you hated me... I thought I could never stay by your side again...!"
Miyuki clung to Tatsuya's chest. Like when she was a child. No—much harder than when she was a child.
"...Onii-sama, I love you. I love you. More than anyone, more than anything. In this whole world, I love you the most...!"
Miyuki's tears, mixed with the rain, soaked into Tatsuya's chest.
Tatsuya remained silent for a while, continuing to hold the umbrella over Miyuki's back.
Then, with his free hand, he slowly pulled her wet head against him.
"...We'll talk at home."
Miyuki nodded again and again against Tatsuya's chest.
The rain was still falling hard.
But in Miyuki's heart, not a single drop of cold remained.
—
At the edge of the schoolyard. In the shadow of the old practical training building.
There were two figures there.
One was a girl of medium height with chestnut hair tied with a ribbon. The other was a petite girl with reddish-brown hair in a ponytail.
Wearing Public Morals Committee armbands—Amano Alice and Chiba Erika.
The two of them, holding their breath, watched the figure of Miyuki standing drenched, and the figure of Tatsuya showing the defensive magic from his CAD.
Alice's large eyes burned the image of Miyuki's tears and Tatsuya's serious gaze into her memory.
*(...No one can come between those two.)*
Alice blinked slowly. A raindrop that had gathered on her eyelashes fell to the ground with a plop.
"...They're serious. Completely serious."
Alice's murmur was so small it nearly vanished into the rain. But Erika, standing beside her, heard it clearly.
Erika roughly swept her wet bangs aside. Then, she shrugged and laughed.
"Not our place to interfere."
The two of them looked at each other at the same time.
Their eyes met.
"...You were watching too."
"So were you."
An awkward silence passed for a moment.
Then, Alice let out a small giggle. Erika, as if drawn in, snorted too.
"Hehe. When you see something like that, even I can figure it out."
"Yeah. I never imagined that Miyuki-san could make a face like that—like a girl in love."
Alice looked at the distant pair one more time.
Miyuki sobbing in Tatsuya's arms.
Tatsuya, tilting the umbrella completely toward Miyuki.
*(That's the first time I've seen that expression on Tatsuya-kun.)*
Alice felt a small prick of pain deep
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