My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"You were being a bit too blunt, senior... It's okay, I forgive you. After all, you spent the whole day with me!"

Isshiki looked up, revealing a sweet smile. She started acting cute again, and my face started to twitch. Seeing my wry smile, Isshiki pouted in dissatisfaction.

"What's with that look on your face, senior? Do you think I'm a nuisance...?"

She puffed out her cheeks, turned her head to one side, and quickened her pace slightly. Just as she was about to pass me, she said awkwardly:

"There are no girls in the world who aren't troublesome."

Alas, I couldn't agree more. I shrugged and quickened my pace to catch up with Issei.

"...Probably. Or rather, there's no such thing as a trouble-free person in this world."

"Ugh... Senior, you're such a hassle."

Iroha turned around, revealing a troubled expression a hundred times more exaggerated than mine.

This guy is so mean...

Perhaps because we felt we were bothering each other, we slowed our pace. However, the station square was already in sight. After avoiding the crowds surging out of the self-service ticket gates and returning to the meeting point from the morning, Isshiki stopped, and I stopped as well.

"In short, today's itinerary was very helpful, thank you senior."

I hadn't expected Isshiki to bow and thank me so respectfully. I stammered for a moment, managing only to manage a few words like "Oh," "Um," and "Me too." Isshiki looked up and couldn't help but laugh.

"...Senior, could you please take a look as well?"

Her eyes were full of tenderness, but her words carried a hint of sternness.

"...Ah, well, anyway, thank you for today."

Today's itinerary was truly educational. However, Isshiki is a rather unique person, and what I learned today can't be directly applied elsewhere. Anyway, everyone in the world is special, a special existence in someone else's heart.

"Well then, see you at our school."

Be careful on the road.

After we said goodbye, Isshiki stepped onto the escalator leading to the light rail platform. The escalator slowly pushed the crowd upwards, and the distance between Isshiki and me grew further and further.

Suddenly, she turned around and waved to me.

I raised my hand in response, watching her gradually walk away.

Girls are made of sugar, spices, and beautiful things.

Sweet, spicy, and probably bitter and sour—the “beautiful things” that Isshiki possesses are the kind of “beautiful things” that cannot be understood without touching them, and are quite troublesome.

That's definitely not just about one color; the girls around me probably all have this trait too.

What exactly are these so-called "beautiful things"?

I watched Isshiki gradually disappear into the distance, while pondering this question in my mind.

Volume 10.5, Chapter 3: The Deadline That Must Not Be Broken Is Imminent

The community office was much quieter than usual today.

After we reported the noise from the electric heater to Ms. Hiratsuka, she instructed us to temporarily avoid using the electric heater until the maintenance personnel had finished their inspection.

During the day we're in class and don't use the clubroom, so it shouldn't have any impact. However, after school, things are different.

After all, by the time club activities start, the sun is gradually setting and the temperature inside the club office is dropping.

That's why, even when we're indoors, we have to wrap our necks tightly with scarves. If there's anything else that can keep us warm, it's probably just this kettle.

Of course, the kettle wasn't meant for heating; it was for brewing black tea. However, its humidifying effect did offer some relief, raising the room temperature slightly.

The ancients said it's difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. If one gets used to a comfortable life, the pain of leaving one's comfort zone is unimaginable. Occasionally, I suddenly feel a cold air swirling around my feet, and my hand, which was turning the pages of a paperback, unconsciously stops.

Anyway, no VIPs will be visiting here, so reading at home is the most comfortable way to kill time. Or, to make do, go to a crowded Starbucks and read surrounded by a bunch of super-stylish artsy young people (laughs), which is much better than here. Speaking of which, why do those artsy young people (laughs) always choose window seats, typing away on their MacBooks, or reading newly released books with the covers facing out the window, as if afraid no one will notice? Are you bugs that perch on windowsills on summer nights?

Forget it, Starbucks is so crowded, it's hard to concentrate on studying. In that respect, the student council office is slightly better. I don't dislike the quiet yet slightly cool atmosphere of the student council office, but in winter, that coolness evolves into a bone-chilling cold.

Especially my usual seat, which is right next to the corridor and has walls as thin as partitions, can't block the cold air from seeping in from the outside, and cold winds also sneak in from time to time through the cracks in the door.

"...I mean, could we call it a day? It's getting really cold."

Unable to bear the cold, I shivered and asked the two people sitting by the window.

Yukinoshita, who was also reading a book, looked up at him, tilting her neck slightly to one side.

"Is that so... Then, should we end this sooner?"

Yukinoshita asked, resting her chin on her hand.

"Huh? I'm not cold at all."

Yuihama, who was standing nearby, gave this answer.

...Judging from your appearance, of course you're not cold at all.

As soon as Yui Hama felt the chill in the office, she excitedly moved her chair next to Yukinoshita and even took out a knee blanket to cover herself with. Normally, Yukinoshita would have complained about how stuffy it was or how clingy she was, while keeping her distance from Yui Hama, but today she didn't refuse at all.

That's why both of them had a warm and happy expression on their faces.

Moreover, the spot where they were sitting was right in the sun, and most importantly, they could warm each other with their body heat, so there was no reason for them to be cold...

I cast a resentful glare at the two lovebirds, and only then did Yui notice me, shifting her body slightly away from Yukinoshita.

"Hey, you autistic guy, are you cold down there?"

"...Yes, it will be cold."

When she asked me that question, I felt the chill swirling around my feet rise up again, and I couldn't help but rub my arms together.

"yes……"

Yuihama picked up the knee blanket, as if checking its length, turning it over and over. She thought for a moment, then let out a soft breath.

She lowered her head, then looked up at me, making me feel somewhat uneasy.

Then, as if about to say something, she took a deep breath, her full breasts heaving. However, when she finally spoke, the sound she uttered was unexpectedly soft.

"Then... then..."

Yui hesitated, seemingly finding it difficult to speak. Yukinoshita, standing nearby, offered a gentle smile and helped her continue:

"Would you like to put your coat on?"

As expected, that was the answer, and I wasn't surprised at all. Following her instructions, I imitated 0L, who couldn't stand the office air conditioning, and draped my coat over my shoulders.

Why isn't it time to leave school yet...? I stared intently at the clock on the wall. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Sigh... someone actually comes to visit at this hour. Looks like I can forget about going home early.

"Please come in."

Ignoring my dejected state, Yukino called out towards the door. Hearing the response, the other person opened the door and came in.

"Thank you everyone for your hard work!"

She bowed to everyone, her flaxen hair swaying, and behind her bangs were a pair of large, watery eyes, with a smile on her lips.

Isshiki reported to the office as usual today. However, compared to usual, her attitude today seemed unusually respectful, which made me uneasy. I had a feeling that something was about to happen...

"Oh, it's Iroha. Hi-lo!"

Yuihama raised her hand to greet Isshiki, and Isshiki responded by waving her slightly long sweater sleeves and walking over.

"Hi everyone... By the way, isn't this classroom a bit cold?"

She suddenly stopped and looked at Yukinoshita with a surprised expression. Yukinoshita also gave a helpless, wry smile.

"Yes, because there's something wrong with the electric heater."

"Oh, I see~"

Isshiki sounded completely uninterested. She simply took a chair and sat down next to Yukino, pulling the knee blanket off her lap and joining the makeshift human-shaped kotatsu table.

"Wait, wait a minute..."

Yukinoshita's confused tone carried a hint of reproach, but Isshiki didn't take it to heart, saying to himself, "It's so warm~♪" as he continued to move closer to Yukinoshita.

"Oh, shall we sit a little closer?"

Yuihama asked Isshiki gently.

"Is that okay? Thank you, senior!"

Isshiki thanked Yuihama in a coquettish tone. Then, the two of them began to move, squeezing towards Yukinoshita.

Please stop squeezing Yukino! Don't you guys have any empathy? Her chest is already as flat as the Kanto Plain! If you really want to squeeze her, please squeeze from the bottom up—of course I didn't dare say that out loud, I could only silently complain in my mind.

Just as I was hesitating whether to stop Isshiki and Yuihama, the two of them continued to happily play the sandwich cookie game.

Yukinoshita seemed to give up, sighed, and then moved her chair back slightly to make room for Isshiki to join in. Isshiki happily exclaimed "Yay~", moved her chair, and pressed herself against Yukinoshita.

Yukino looked at Isshiki with slight annoyance, but still picked up the thermos covered with a velvet cover and poured black tea into a paper cup.

"Would you like some black tea?"

"Oh, thank you."

Iroha took the steaming paper cup, held it in both hands to warm her frozen hands, and then took small sips. You all look so warm…

Speaking of which, Ms. Yukinoshita... lately you've started spoiling not only Yuigahama, but also Isshiki...

However, for Yukinoshita, these two were her first friends who felt like friends, and her juniors who felt like juniors. Seeing her acting like a senior, I couldn't help but smile.

I sat alone on the cold frontier, gazing at the three sisters, who looked so warm and cozy. Iroha, who had just finished her black tea and was somewhat relaxed, looked over and nodded in greeting.

"Ah, senior, thank you for the other day."

"Hmm, oh."

After I casually replied, Yukinoshita and Yuigahama both looked over, their eyes seeming to say, "What did Isshiki mean by that?" Hmm, this is a bit hard to explain...

We just went out together on the weekend, nothing more, it's no big deal. However, deliberately explaining to them that "we just went out to have fun, nothing happened" would seem a bit too self-conscious.

However, without any explanation, I felt a strange sense of guilt. No, just the feeling of guilt alone meant that my ego was excessively strong… Ugh, how disgusting is Hachiman…

In the end, I couldn't utter a single word, only sighing and groaning. Seeing my reaction, they probably sensed something was amiss. Yukino frowned, while Yui looked back and forth between me and Isshiki. This is troublesome…

I remained silent in the student council office for a while. Although it was cold inside, I started sweating profusely.

Isshiki coughed lightly a few times, breaking the silence.

"I have an idea—how about we publish a free newsletter under the student council's name?"

"Huh? A free intelligence magazine?"

Yukinoshita turned to look at Isshiki in surprise when she suddenly brought up an unrelated topic. "Awesome! This year's Rescue King is decided to be Iroha! Thanks to her, I'm finally free from those two's gazes..."

"You mean that free intelligence magazine?"

"Yes, that's it."

It's quite remarkable that Yui and Isshiki can communicate using only descriptive pronouns. A few days ago, when Zaimokuza came to the club office, we also talked about free information magazines. Perhaps because they remembered it, they knew what the other was talking about.

However, Isshiki's motives cannot be conveyed to everyone with just a simple "that".

"But why do you want to create a free intelligence journal?"

Yukinoshita tilted her head and asked, while Isshiki pulled his hand out of the lap blanket and shook his finger to explain.

"Because the vice president and the others just finished processing the financial settlement for the academic year, and they found that the student council's budget for this year was unexpectedly quite large."

"Right……"

The previous president of the student council was Senior Xun, who always exuded a gentle and positive energy, so she didn't give people the impression of being obsessed with money.

On the other hand, Isshiki Iroha, the current student council president, is a shrewd and mischievous little devil. She can't possibly be indifferent to anything related to money.

As expected, Isshiki clapped his hands and said with a smile:

"It's rare to have extra funds, so let's spend them all to avoid wasting them, right? I've done a quick calculation, and it should be just enough to make a free intelligence journal."

"So why force yourself to increase your workload...?"

I can't understand the mentality of someone who forces themselves to work to use up excess budget... This guy is definitely up to something. I stared at Isshiki with suspicion, and noticing my gaze, she laughed, as if trying to brush me off. There... there's definitely something fishy going on...

"But, Iroha, since there's a surplus in the budget, wouldn't it be better to save it? Saving is very important, you know?"

Yuihama patiently tried to persuade Isshiki. This guy's playing the role of someone's mother again...

However, Yuihama is right; if that were Issho's allowance, it would indeed be better to save it. The problem is that that money isn't Issho's personal property, but rather the student council's budget.

Yukinoshita seemed to notice this as well; she placed her hand on her chin and slowly began to speak:

"I don't think that will work."