My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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Our conversation was neither stylish nor cool; it was full of hopeless topics.

Even I think it's stupid; it's completely meaningless.

However, at least physical education class is no longer a "hateful time".

Probably so.

Graduation Development Survey

Class 2-C, Zongwu Senior High School

Full name

Zaimokuza Yoshiki

Seat No. 12 ○ Male/Female

Please write down your beliefs.

Always on the battlefield, I am the sharpest blade.

What dreams did you write in your graduation yearbook?

Elementary school → Cartoonist

Junior High School → Writer

What efforts are you making now for the future?

In preparation for the upcoming battle, he always wore a one-kilogram strength brace on his arm.

The teacher suggested:

Who are you fighting? Also, even if you remove the bracers, the power within you won't increase.

Did you dream of becoming a novelist instead of a cartoonist because you can't draw?

Volume 1, Chapter 6: Unfortunately, Totsuka Ayaka is a boy.

My younger sister, Komachi, was engrossed in a fashion magazine, a piece of toast covered in jam in one hand. I sat beside her, observing her while sipping my morning black coffee.

The magazine report was full of infuriating terms like "love campaign" and "super eye-catching," which was enough to show how low their intelligence was. I was so angry that I almost spilled coffee from the corner of my mouth.

Hey, really? Is Japan going to be like this? This report, converted to a deviation value, might only be 25! However, my sister kept nodding in agreement. What exactly resonated with you? Apparently, this fashion magazine called "Youth Paradise" is currently very popular among junior high school girls. It's said that almost everyone has a copy, and those who don't read it are even bullied.

Komachi looked at the magazine while making "Oh~" sounds to express her admiration, and even dropped breadcrumbs on the magazine. Are you acting out "Hansel and Gretel" all by yourself?

The time is 7:45 AM.

"Hey, we're going to be late."

I nudged my sister’s shoulder with my elbow to remind her it was time to go out, and only then did Komachi suddenly look up at the clock.

"Oh no! Oh no~~"

Komachi quickly closed the magazine and stood up.

"Wait a minute, wipe your mouth."

"Huh? Really? Jam?"

"Is your mouth an automatic rifle? It's not like you can say it's jammed!" (The original text here uses "jam," but Komachi uses "jam" as a verb, meaning to jam.)

She yelled "Oh no!" while wiping jam from the corner of her mouth with her pajama sleeve. My sister is so bold.

"Also, brother, Komachi often doesn't understand what you're saying."

"That's you, isn't it!"

Komachi ignored what I said and hurriedly changed into her uniform. After she took off her pajamas, underneath were her smooth, snow-white skin, a sports bra, and white panties.

Don't change your clothes here.

A younger sister is a peculiar existence. No matter how cute she is, she doesn't evoke any special feelings in you; her underwear is just ordinary fabric. She may be cute, but it only makes you think, "It's because she looks like me, of course." That's what a real younger sister is like.

As I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Komachi wearing her boring uniform, knee-length skirt, and folded socks, with her underwear occasionally peeking out, I took the sugar and milk over.

Komachi has been drinking a lot of milk lately, seemingly trying to make her breasts more ample. But that's not important at all. However, deliberately putting "milk my sister drank" in quotation marks gives it a somewhat unethical and erotic feel. But that's not important either.

I picked up the sugar and milk, not because it was "milk my sister had drunk," but simply because I wanted to add it to the coffee.

I'm a native of Chiba. I was given my first bath with MAX coffee when I was born, and I grew up almost entirely on MAX coffee rather than breast milk. For me, coffee has to be sweet, and it would be even better with condensed milk.

Although I can drink black coffee, but...

"...Life is so painful, so coffee should at least be a little sweet." J

It wouldn't be surprising if MAX Coffee used this phrase as an advertising slogan. I muttered to myself, downing my sweet coffee in one gulp.

That was a very good point; that company should seriously consider it.

"Brother! Komachi is ready!"

"My brother is still drinking coffee..."

I imitated the "From the North Country" song that was being replayed on TV, but Komachi didn't notice and happily sang "I'm going to be late♪ I'm going to be late♪". I really couldn't tell if she really wanted to be late.

About a few months ago, my silly little sister overslept and was almost late for school, so I took her to school on my bicycle.

Later, I did it more and more often.

A girl's tears are the least trustworthy thing. Especially Komachi, she has the unique ability of a younger sister to manipulate her brother, which is really wicked. Thanks to her, my view of the opposite sex has been rewritten by her: "Women = people who use men like my sister."

"You're the reason I'm so distrustful of men. What will I do when I'm old if we can't get married?"

"Komachi will help you figure something out!"

Komachi smiled at me and said this. I had always seen her as a child, but now her expression had a mature charm, and I felt my heart beating faster.

"I will work hard to earn money and send you to a nursing home."

No, it's less about mature charm and more about mature opinions.

"...She really is my sister."

I couldn't help but sigh.

I finished my coffee in one gulp and stood up, while Komachi pushed me from behind, saying:

"It's all my brother's fault for being so slow! It's so late! Komachi's going to be late~~"

"You little rascal..."

If she weren't my sister, I would have kicked her away long ago. Most families favor sons over daughters, but in our family, it's the opposite. My father's doting on his daughter is extraordinary. His famous saying is, "Any man who dares to approach Komachi, even if he's her brother, I'll kill him," which even terrifies me. If I dared to kick my sister, my father would definitely kick me out of the house.

In short, I was not only among the lowest class at school, but also had the least status at home.

I stepped out of the entrance hall, got on my bicycle, and Komachi followed and sat on the back seat, hugging my waist tightly with both hands.

"Set off!"

"You didn't even say thank you."

Traffic laws prohibit carrying two people on a bicycle, but please forgive me, considering my sister's head is no different from a toddler's.

The bicycle moved briskly forward, and Komachi said to me:

"Let's avoid another car crash this time. Komachi was in the car today too."

"Does that mean it's okay if I'm the only one who gets into a car accident...?"

"No, no. It's because my brother often has a deadpan look in his eyes, like he's spacing out, which worries me. It's just my way of showing my love!"

Komachi rubbed her face against my back. If she hadn't said that last sentence, she would have been quite cute, but now I just think of her as a mischievous little devil.

However, I don't want my family to worry too much.

"...Yes, I will be careful."

"Be especially careful when driving Komachi."

"You brat, do you want me to deliberately ride on bumpy spots?"

Although I said that, I didn't want to actually do it like last time, where she kept complaining in the back seat about her sore butt and losing her virginity, so I chose the easy way out. It's all because of what she said that I'm getting the cold shoulder from the neighbors…

Regardless, safety should always be the top priority when cycling.

I was in a car accident on my first day of high school. Because I was so looking forward to the opening ceremony and my new life, I left home an hour early, but unfortunately, I had a terrible accident.

It was a little after seven o'clock when a girl walking her dog near the high school lost her grip on the leash. Unfortunately, a car that looked like it belonged to a wealthy family drove by. Before I knew it, I had already slammed on the gas pedal and sped off.

As a result, I was taken to the hospital by ambulance and spent three weeks in bed. That one moment sealed my fate, making it impossible for me to make any friends after starting school.

That brand-new, shiny bicycle was almost completely destroyed, and my golden left foot was also shattered and fractured.

If I could play soccer, the future of Japanese soccer would be shrouded in uncertainty. Thankfully, I can't play soccer. Fortunately, my injury isn't too serious.

Sadly, only family members visited him during his illness.

My family comes every three days. Please, could you come every day?

Later, they even took advantage of their visits to eat out and have a big meal. Every time they told me they had sushi or yakiniku, I had an urge to break my sister's little finger.

"But my brother recovered very quickly, that's great! It must be because the cast was effective. Casts are really useful for bruises."

"Idiot, you mean 'ointment'? Besides, I didn't just bump my head, I broke my bone!"

"My brother is saying things that no one else can understand again."

"I already said! That's your problem!"

But Komachi ignored me and changed the subject.

"Let me tell you—"

"Huh? Is it Ichisei-fumi Sepia? That's such an old joke." (The original word for "sou-sou-ri" is "そいやさ", which sounds similar to the Japanese group "Ichisei-fumi Sepia".)

"Brother, I meant 'that is to say'. Your hearing is really bad."

"It's because you're not pronouncing your words clearly..."

"So, after your car accident, the dog's owner came to our house to thank us."

"I have no idea..."

"Because you were sleeping the whole time. She even brought us some snacks, they were delicious!"

"Hey, I didn't get to eat any of those snacks! Why did you eat them all?"

I turned my head and saw Komachi grinning sheepishly, I could even imagine her letting out a "hehe☆" laugh. This girl is infuriating…

"But you went to the same school, so you must have met before, right? She said she would thank you at school."

*Screech!* I slammed on the brakes, and Komachi let out a scream as her face slammed into my back. "What are you doing?!"

"...Why didn't you tell me sooner? Did you ask her name?"

"Huh? I think it's called... 'The Snack Deliveryman'?"

"It's not the Ghost Festival, don't talk about her like she's a 'ham delivery person.' What's her name?" (In Marudai Foods' ham advertisements, the person who delivers ham during the Ghost Festival is generally referred to as the "ham delivery person.")

"Hmm~ I forgot~ Ah, we've arrived at school, Komachi's going now."

Komachi nimbly jumped off her bicycle and ran towards the school gate.

"That brat..."

I stared at Komachi's receding figure. Before she entered the school building, she turned around and saluted me.

"Komachi's off to school! Thank you, big brother~~"

Komachi waved goodbye with a beaming smile, which I couldn't help but find adorable. After I waved back, she immediately added, "Watch out for the cars!"

I sighed softly in resignation, turned my bicycle around, and headed to my school.

It is said that the dog's owner also attends that school.

I didn't specifically want to find her, I was just a little interested.

However, we haven't met since we enrolled more than a year ago, which probably means she doesn't have that kind of interest, right? Oh well, it was just a broken bone I sustained while saving a dog, and it's already good that she came to thank me.

I suddenly looked at the bicycle basket and saw a black backpack that wasn't mine.

"...That idiot."

I turned around and sped off again, and soon I saw Komachi running towards me with a long face.

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