"Ashu~"
The marriage certificate was held out before him again. This time, there was no escaping it.
"You have to sign it."
Do you really like us?
"Or are you not going to sign?"
Or are you just all talk?
"Well, of course I'll..."
"Hmm~?"
Th-this b-b-bad ending.
All right, all right. What would happen next?
Ashu ultimately signed it.
What else could he do? Was Ashu supposed to keep running away? If you liked someone, you had to take responsibility to the end. They had worked so hard as Pretty Cure to help and save you, and after stealing their heart, were you going to hedge your words and waste a good girl's whole life?
"There are plenty more here."
As she spoke, Arisu pulled another huge stack of documents from her pocket like Doraemon. Every single one had already been stamped and finalized.
"I wrote down the names of everyone we met last time in advance, but considering Ashu may have made many new friends since then, there are also plenty with blank spaces for names."
"N-no, there really won't be that many."
Seeing the stack of documents, nearly as thick as the thing around a Kamen Rider's waist, cold sweat poured down Ashu's forehead.
"No matter what, I'm not a stud."
Besides, I was still a kid... Could I still use that excuse now?
"You need to personally deliver them to those girls and properly confess your love. Love without a response will wither away."
Listening to Arisu's incomparably sincere advice, how could Ashu not know that the person she meant was herself? Whether intentionally or not, it was an indisputable fact that he had used her feelings.
"I understand. Once this battle is over, I'll come and marry you... No, I'd better not say that."
It