Hololive☆Gender Panic! ~Yukihana Lamy and the Six Trials~
One morning, the talents of Hololive wake up to a huge shock. Yukihana Lamy, the leader of the popular VTuber group, discovers that some of her friends have had their genders swapped overnight. The always gentle and graceful Shirakami Fubuki has become a cool young man with a snow-country charm. The tiny, adorable Sakura Miko is now a lively shrine heir. On the other hand, the dependable Ookami Mio has transformed into a gentle, fluffy-haired beauty.
Panic ensues! What caused this? Can they tur
Hololive☆Gender Panic! ~Yukihana Lamy and the Six Trials~ - A Morning Returned to Normal, and a Love Story Not Yet Over
The hard floor pressed against her back.
The familiar fluorescent lights on the ceiling. White walls. A large monitor. A sofa. A mini kitchen.
"We're baaaaack!!! The real world!!"
Miko, with her cherry-blossom hair, lay sprawled on the floor, flailing her arms and legs as she shouted. Tears spilled from her large, dark eyes.
"...We made it back."
Beside her, Fubuki stared up at the ceiling. His waist-length silver hair fanned out across the floor. His narrow blue eyes blinked repeatedly, as if he still couldn't believe it.
"Lamy, are you hurt?"
Still holding Lamy's left hand, Mio peered into her face with worry. Her jet-black bob cut swayed gently. Her large golden-brown eyes gazed intently at Lamy alone.
And then.
"Ah...!"
Mio's face flushed bright red.
She had only just realized she was still holding Lamy's hand.
"...You don't have to let go, Mio."
Lamy smiled softly. Her light-blue twintails spread limply across the floor. Her ice-blue, translucent eyes were still a little misty.
"Huh...?"
"Your hand is warm too, Mio."
"...That's not fair, Lamy."
Mio's wolf ears drooped dejectedly, but she narrowed her eyes happily.
"...Lamy, what about me?"
Still holding her right hand, Fubuki murmured while staring at the ceiling. His fox ears were faintly red. His voice trembled just a little.
"I'm not letting go of your hand either, Fubuki."
"..."
Fubuki's fox ears stood straight up. His profile turned redder by the second.
"Me too!! I wanna hold hands with Lamy-senpai too!!"
Miko crawled across the floor, charging toward Lamy.
"Ahahaha! Hey, Miko, that tickles!"
Lamy laughed as she caught Miko.
Sprawled out on the floor, only their ragged breathing and Miko's laughter echoed through the lounge.
Lamy gazed up at the ceiling and let out a quiet sigh.
(*Ah.*)
(*I couldn't choose anyone. But all three of them are still here with me.*)
(*That alone is enough for now.*)
The white light of the fluorescent lamps shone equally on all four of them.
For a while, no one said anything.
Only the warmth of hand in hand was undeniably there.
"...Um."
Fubuki was the first to speak.
"Shouldn't we check if we've changed back?"
"Huh?"
"Our appearances. If the mirror curse is broken, we should be back to normal."
Fubuki stared intently at his own hand.
"...I'm back. My fingers are back to their original thickness."
Fubuki's voice trembled slightly.
"Wait, really!?"
Miko sprang up. She held both hands up in front of her face.
"I... I mean, me too! My hands are back to a girl's! Look, see!"
Miko waved her small hands fluttering right in front of Lamy's eyes.
"Yeah, those are Miko's hands. Properly, a girl's hands."
Lamy smiled.
"Yay!!!"
Miko shouted loud enough to echo throughout the lounge.
"W-wait, Miko, you're too loud!"
Mio sat up, covering her ears.
At that moment.
Mio's gaze turned toward the reflective glass mounted on the lounge wall.
"...Ah."
Mio caught her breath.
Reflected in the glass was...
A jet-black bob cut trimmed to the shoulders. Golden-brown eyes that conveyed a strong will. But—her features had the dignified, handsome air she'd had before.
"I'm back... my original face is back...!"
Mio touched her cheeks with both hands. Again and again, as if to make sure.
"It's true! Mio, you're back to being handsome!"
"...Yeah, I'm back. ...But it feels a little strange."
Mio stared intently at her reflection in the glass.
"What feels strange?"
Lamy asked quietly.
"...I mean, it's not like I hated how I looked as a girl."
Mio's wolf ears drooped.
"Of course I like how I am now, too. But being able to get close to you in that form... it's become a precious memory, somehow."
"...Mio."
Lamy squeezed Mio's hand back tightly.
"Same here."
Fubuki slowly sat up. His long silver hair swayed smoothly.
"There were things I could only see because I was in a male body. The feeling of wanting to protect you, Lamy—I realized just how real that was."
Fubuki stared at the reflective glass on the wall.
It showed the image of a beautiful young man, still bearing traces of his original gentle, graceful femininity.
"Huh? Is Fubuki still a guy?"
Miko tilted her head.
"...I see. Since I was originally female, going back to normal means I'm still in a female form."
Fubuki looked at his hand and gave a small laugh.
"Ah, that makes sense! Mio was originally handsome, so she changed back from being a girl!"
"Shut up! Stop calling me handsome!"
Mio shouted, her face red.
"Ahahaha!"
"...Hehe."
Lamy laughed too.
"Honestly..."
Fubuki was also laughing, his shoulders shaking.
The laughter of the four echoed through the Cover Corp building lounge. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the window gently enveloped them as they laughed together.
Lamy looked up at the ceiling, still laughing.
(*Thank goodness.*)
A single tear spilled from the corner of her eye.
"Ah! Lamy-senpai is crying!"
Miko pointed at Lamy's face.
"Huh? I'm not crying!"
Lamy hurriedly rubbed her eyes.
"Liar. Look, there's a tear trail."
Mio gently wiped Lamy's cheek with her finger.
"...She's right. Lamy, you were crying."
Fubuki peered worriedly into Lamy's face.
"...Because."
Lamy murmured in a small voice.
"I was so scared... that I might lose everyone again."
"Lamy..."
"We're not going anywhere. We'll always be right here."
"That's right! We love you, Lamy-senpai!"
"...Yeah."
Lamy smiled as she wiped her tears away.
"Thank you, everyone."
Lamy's voice echoed quietly through the lounge.
At that moment.
"So, now that the curse is broken, all that's left is for Lamy-senpai to choose someone, right?"
Miko said it with a beaming smile.
In an instant, the air in the lounge froze.
"...Miko."
"...Did you really have to say that now?"
Mio and Fubuki both glared at Miko.
"Huh? But that was the whole point of Zenrak's trial, wasn't it?"
Miko looked around at the three of them with a blank expression.
"...Wait, I haven't even managed to get up off the floor yet."
Lamy covered her face with both hands.
"...Lamy."
Fubuki gazed intently at Lamy's face. His narrow blue eyes were dead serious.
"I'm not trying to rush you. But—"
Fubuki squeezed Lamy's hand tightly.
"My feelings from yesterday haven't changed. I love you."
"...Me too."
Mio also squeezed Lamy's left hand back. Her large golden-brown eyes were filled with heat.
"I don't want you to forget. I love you more than anyone else, too."
"Both of you..."
Lamy covered her bright red face even more with both hands.
Her heart pounded so hard it echoed through her entire body.
(*I'm happy.*)
(*But I'm scared.*)
(*If I choose one of them, I'm sure it'll happen again.*)
The scenery of that classroom flickered in her mind.
"...Tomorrow. I want to talk properly tomorrow."
Without removing her hands from her face, Lamy spoke in a small voice.
"Today, I'm still... not quite ready emotionally..."
"...Understood."
Fubuki nodded quietly.
"Tomorrow, then. I'll be waiting."
Mio nodded the same way.
Both of their gazes were serious, and kind.
Lamy felt her chest tighten.
(*I really still can't choose, after all.*)
(*But—I can't run away.*)
Only Miko tilted her head, looking back and forth between the three of them curiously.
The next morning.
The large monitor in front of the four who had returned to the lounge.
Suddenly, its screen turned to static.
"Hey, don't you think it's about time you thanked me?"
Beyond the monitor. A space like a starry sky in the Tengai-za.
That god—with waist-length silver straight hair floating as if ignoring gravity, right eye gold, left eye silver, and star-shaped pupils—laughed casually, just like a streamer.
"Why should we have to thank you!"
Miko shouted at the monitor.
"I'm not grateful."
Fubuki spoke in a low voice.
"You're the one who cursed us."
Mio sent a cold glare his way.
"But it was fun, wasn't it?"
Completely unfazed, Zenrak wore an innocent smile.
"It was not fun!!"
"It wasn't fun."
"It wasn't fun at all!"
"...It wasn't fun."
All four denied it in unison.
But.
The corners of everyone's mouths were faintly smiling.
"...Hmm. Well, whatever."
With his mismatched eyes, Zenrak stared intently at Lamy alone.
"You managed to say what you really felt. Good job."
His voice was gentle, unlike before.
"...Zenrak?"
Lamy took a step closer to the monitor.
"Well then, everyone. I'm off to find some more boredom to cure."
Zenrak smiled like a mischievous child.
The image on the monitor dissolved into static and vanished.
The fragment of the Reverse Mirror that had fallen in the corner of the room—at that moment, turned into particles of light and quietly disappeared.
Glittering silver light danced through the lounge, and eventually, there was nothing left.
"...He's gone."
Miko murmured quietly.
"...Yeah."
"...It suddenly got really quiet."
Mio drooped her wolf ears and gave a small laugh.
"...Yeah. But with this, it's truly over."
Lamy quietly gazed at the space where the particles of light had vanished.
Afternoon.
Café "Tsukiakari."
A small, hideaway-like café. Only eighteen seats. The owner was Rin Segawa, a former stage actress. Their specialty was lemon cream soda.
A private room.
Lamy sat facing Mio and Fubuki, having called only the two of them there.
She had told Miko beforehand, "I want to talk with these two today," and Miko had agreed, saying, "Okay, but you have to tell me everything later."
"...Um."
Lamy touched the glass of lemon cream soda with her fingertip. Condensation wet her finger. She hadn't taken a single sip.
"I said what I did yesterday, but—I really still can't choose either of you right now."
Mio and Fubuki gazed at Lamy in silence.
"You're both truly precious to me... that much, I can say right now, is real."
Lamy's voice did not tremble.
"But I still don't fully understand my own feelings... Someday, when the time comes to face them properly, I absolutely won't run away."
Lamy looked straight into both of their eyes and said it clearly.
"I promise. So—for now, please wait for me."
Silence.
"...Understood."
Mio was the first to speak.
"I can wait until that day. I will."
Though her wolf ears drooped just a little, Mio laughed with just her breath.
"I'm not in a hurry either. If you can properly decide your feelings someday, Lamy—that's enough for me."
"...I feel the same."
Fubuki answered shortly. He turned his gaze toward the window.
But—his fox ears were just a little red.
Lamy did not miss those ears.
"...Thank you, both of you."
Lamy smiled softly.
A gentle warmth spread deep in her chest.
Without saying anything, the three drank their lemon cream sodas.
Inside the glasses, the ice clinked with a cool sound. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the window created patterns of bright white light on the table.
Outside, the city of Tokyo moved along as usual.
The sound of cars.
The murmur of people.
A blue sky.
No mirrors, no corridors, no Zenrak.
Only a peaceful, ordinary everyday life was there.
"...Hey, Lamy."
Mio spoke quietly.
"Yes?"
"Let's come here again sometime. Not for a talk like this next time—just to have tea."
"...Ah, that's a good idea."
Fubuki nodded, still looking out the window.
"Yeah! Let's do that. Next time, let's all come together. Invite Miko too."
Lamy's smile sparkled in the afternoon light.
The soda in the glass fizzed with tiny bubbles.
The three of them stayed like that, spending a peaceful time in silence for a while.
Lamy gazed absently at the blue sky outside the window.
(*It's over.*)
(*Everything is over.*)
(*But—precisely because it's over, there are things that begin.*)
Lamy reached toward the window frame and held her fingertips up to the light shining through the glass.
It wasn't a sense of responsibility as a leader, or a sense of duty to protect her friends.
She was just, purely, happy.
The two of them we
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