My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"So why did you choose those names?" the woodcutter exclaimed excitedly, leaning forward.

Meteorite Annihilation… Everyone fell into a deep silence. Why have you all accepted that name?

It's nothing special, just a catcher catching a high fly ball.

Let me explain. I didn't have many friends when I was a child, so I invented a brand new sport called "single baseball," where I pitched, hit, and caught the ball myself. In order to play for a long time, I painstakingly researched and finally discovered that the super high fly ball could give me the most enjoyment.

Other rules include: catching an out results in an out; catching a missed ball that bounces to the ground once is considered a hit; and hitting a ball too far results in a home run. The downside of this game is that if you get emotionally invested in either the offense or defense, it becomes a one-sided massacre. Therefore, it requires a selfless approach, like playing rock-paper-scissors, to be enjoyable. Dear kids, please don't imitate this; go play baseball with your friends instead.

However, that is precisely the symbol of my loneliness, and also my strongest weapon.

Descending from the void, a hammer of judgment is bestowed upon those who sing praises of youth.

"Th-what is that?"

Miura stared blankly at the dazzling sky.

Hayama was the same, but he suddenly realized something.

"Yumiko! Step back!"

He yelled at Miura, who was standing there dumbfounded.

Sure enough, we found it... but it was too late.

The tennis ball in the air gradually loses momentum and is then pulled by gravity. When the forces of both are equal, the tennis ball comes to a stop.

Then, the balance collapses, potential energy is converted into kinetic energy, and the tennis ball becomes a free fall. The moment the ball hits the ground, it releases all its energy at once.

Thud! The tennis ball ended its long journey through the air, kicking up a cloud of dust as it landed.

Then, the ball bounced into the air again.

Miura attempted to return the ball, blindly chasing it through the dust. The tennis ball bounced to the back of the court, wobbling as it headed towards the wire net.

—Oh no! Miura will run into the wire mesh!

"Oops!"

Hayama dropped his racket and rushed towards the iron net.

Is there enough time? Is there enough time?

The two figures disappeared into the sandstorm.

A brief silence fell over the scene.

*Gulp...* Someone swallowed hard; that sound might have been my own.

The sandstorm finally dissipated, and the figures of the two emerged from it.

Hayama's back bumped into the iron fence, and he tightly hugged Miura to protect her. Miura blushed and shrank back, clutching Hayama's clothes.

At that moment, everyone cheered loudly, and the applause was deafening.

Miura nestled in Hayama's arms, and Hayama gently stroked her head, making her face turn even redder.

The audience swarmed forward and surrounded the two of them.

"Hayama is so handsome! Hayama is so handsome!"

The bell signaling the end of lunch break rang out as background music. Judging by this development, the two would likely kiss and then bring out the staff list.

Everyone felt as if they had just watched a grand play, or rather, a wonderful romantic comedy about youth, and were filled with a strange sense of accomplishment and a certain feeling of exhaustion.

The crowd cheered and tossed the two into the air, heading towards the school building.

FIN.

what the hell?

× × ×

We were the only ones left on the tennis court.

"So, you could say we won the game but lost the match?"

Yukinoshita said, sounding rather bored, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm no match for them."

The protagonists will always be those who celebrate youth.

"Yeah, you're right. If it weren't for the introverted guy, things wouldn't have turned out this way. It's really pathetic to be ignored even after winning."

"Hey, Yuihama, you'd better watch your words. Sometimes, frank opinions are more hurtful than malicious remarks."

I glared at Yuihama, but she showed no remorse whatsoever.

Well, she wasn't wrong, so there's no need to feel guilty.

Hayama and Miura, along with their friends, never cared about this match from the start. Even if they suffered a crushing defeat, they would simply etch it into a cherished chapter of their youth, treasured for a lifetime. That's what's truly terrifying.

What the hell?! Youth, oh my god, explode!

"I can't stand it! Who does Hayama think he is? If I had grown up in a different environment, I could have become like him!"

"Then it wouldn't be you... However, I also think it's better for you to cut it and start over."

Under the snow, she subtly told me to die, and looked at me with indifferent eyes.

"But... well... should I say it's good that he's an autistic guy? Well... that's not so bad..."

Yuihama stammered, her words muffled, and I couldn't understand her at all. Speak louder! Are you like me, being approached by a salesperson in a clothing store?

However, Yukinoshita seemed to have heard her clearly. She smiled and nodded quietly.

"Yes, it's true that some people have been saved by your unorthodox methods, which is a real shame."

She shifted her gaze to Totsuka, who was walking slowly with his bruised leg, and Zaimokuza, who was following behind like a stalker.

"Hachiman, well done, as expected of my comrade. But, one day we'll have to settle things..." I ignored Zaimokuza, who was looking into the distance and talking to himself for some reason, and turned to Totsuka.

"Are you alright?"

"Um……"

At that moment, I noticed that only men were left around me. I wondered if it was because of Zaimokuza's appearance, but Yukinoshita and Yuigahama had already disappeared without a trace.

Hayama got the perfect ending with beautiful women by his side, like James Bond; why am I like the "A-Team," left with only men for company? It's not fair!

Are romantic comedies just urban legends?

"Hachiman-kun... um, thank you."

Totsuka stood in front of me, looking me straight in the eye as he thanked me. As soon as he finished speaking, he looked away shyly. I really wanted to hug him and kiss him, but he's a boy…

This romantic comedy is definitely problematic, and Totsuka's gender is a bit off. Incidentally, Totsuka actually thanked the wrong person.

"I didn't do anything, if you want to thank me, go and say thank you..."

I looked around for the two figures, and then spotted the twin tails swaying gently next to the tennis club office. There they were.

I decided to thank them, so I headed there.

"Snow... Ah."

As it turned out, she was changing her clothes.

Her shirt was open, revealing glimpses of her yellow-green underwear. Although she was still wearing a tennis skirt, the contrast only accentuated her slender and well-proportioned figure.

"You, you, you, you—"

What are you doing?! I'm concentrating on enjoying this, please don't make a sound. What if I forget? Wait, why is Yui here too?

She was changing her clothes.

Yuihama seemed to have a habit of buttoning her clothes from the bottom up, so her chest was now wide open, revealing her pink bra and cleavage. She held up her skirt with one hand to Yukinoshita, which meant she wasn't wearing anything on her lower body. Below her pink panties, which matched her bra, were her long, slender thighs, with dark blue stockings covering her toes.

"Go to hell!"

Yui swung her racket hard at my face, making a "bang" sound. ...Yes, that's how a romantic comedy should be.

Well done, God of Romantic Comedy! *cough*

Graduation Development Survey

Zongwu Senior High School, Class 2-J

Full name

Yukinoshita Yukino

Seat No. 38 Male/Female

Please write down your beliefs.

Absolute justice.

What dreams did you write in your graduation yearbook?

Inheriting his father's territory.

What efforts are you making now for the future?

Study the art of understanding and controlling people's hearts.

The teacher suggested:

The teacher appreciates your frankness, but should we consider other options?

Also, your ability to understand people is very poor.

Keep up the good work!

Volume 1, Chapter 8: Then Hachiman Hikigaya begins to think.

youth.

Two simple words, yet they can so deeply move people. They evoke bittersweet nostalgia in adults who have stepped into society, inspire boundless dreams in young girls, and fill people like me with both envy and hatred.

My high school life wasn't as beautiful and colorful as mentioned earlier; instead, it was a pale and bleak black-and-white world. I was in a traffic accident the day I entered high school, and those days were destined to be miserable. My life after starting school consisted mainly of going back and forth between home and school, and spending holidays in the library—completely unlike what one would expect from a high school student these days. Romantic comedies and the like were simply not my thing.

But I didn't feel any regret; in fact, I was proud of it.

Because I am happy.

I lingered in the library, reading long fantasy novels; I would occasionally turn on the radio late at night and immerse myself in the host's eloquent conversation; I found heartwarming works in the electronic world dominated by words... It was because I lived that kind of life that I was able to discover and encounter these things.

Each discovery and encounter filled me with gratitude and emotion, even bringing me to tears. I never shed tears of sorrow.

I will never deny that period of my youth, my first year of high school. I will wholeheartedly affirm it, and I will never change that opinion in the future.

However, I must also say that this does not mean I deny the lives of others or all those who celebrate youth.

They are at the peak of their youth, and even failures can be seen as beautiful memories; even arguments and disagreements will eventually turn into temporary troubles.

Through their youthful lens, the whole world will become different.

In this light, perhaps my youth also had a romantic comedy element. Maybe there were no mistakes in my youth at all.

So, will my current position also one day be filled with glory? Even my dead fish eyes can see that. Holding onto this expectation means something is sprouting within me.

Yes, I learned something during my time in the Service Society.

The conclusion is...

I put down my pen when I got to this point.

After school, I was the only one left in the classroom. I stretched and made an "Hmm~~" sound.

I wasn't being bullied; I was writing an essay that Hiratsuka-sensei made me rewrite. I mean it, I really wasn't being bullied.

I wrote the middle paragraphs smoothly, but I couldn't find inspiration for the conclusion, which is why it's so late. I'll take the rest to the editorial office to write...

I quickly packed the manuscript paper and stationery into my schoolbag and left the empty classroom.

The corridor leading to the special building was deserted, with only the shouts of the sports clubs echoing through the air.

I think Yukino will be reading in the clubroom today. That way, I can concentrate on writing my essay without being disturbed by anyone.

Anyway, that club wasn't doing anything at all.

Although strange people occasionally visit, such occurrences are very rare. Most students, when troubled, confide in close friends or keep it to themselves.

That might be the correct method that everyone should use, but some people just can't do it, such as me, Yukinoshita, Yuihama, or Zaimokuza.

Friendship, love, dreams, and many other things are beautiful to many people. Perhaps even the look of being troubled and hesitant can appear dazzling.