My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"So when there's nothing going on, I give the student council a holiday as well."

My God, this boss is so kind... On the other hand, this club, which clearly has nothing to do but still forces us to stay in the club office, is 100% a heartless company!

The unscrupulous business owner nodded and gently stroked his chin.

"Don't you still have club activities?"

When Yukinoshita tilted her head and asked this question, Isshiki blushed with embarrassment and turned her head away cutely.

"...Because it's cold when we participate in soccer club activities now."

There was no need for her to be embarrassed; even I felt ashamed hearing that reason. Yukinoshita pressed her temples as if she had a headache, while Yuihama gave an awkward, forced smile.

"Haha... So what are you talking about?"

When she asked that question, Isshiki cleared her throat and turned to face me.

"Speaking of which, senior, although it doesn't really matter, do you like sweets?"

"Hayama would happily eat anything, no matter what it is."

I have completely grasped Isshiki's operating principles. Seeing her intentions exposed so easily, she puffed out her cheeks in displeasure. Hearing this, Yui Hama immediately recalled something from earlier.

"Oh, but I heard that Hayato doesn't accept chocolates."

"Huh—? Why?"

"...I...I don't know either."

Yuihama couldn't give a satisfactory answer either. Upon hearing this, Yukino sighed softly.

"Of course, it's because it will cause arguments. Back in elementary school, the atmosphere in class would always turn really bad the day after Valentine's Day..."

"what……"

"Ah... I think I can understand that."

Isshiki and Yui both nodded. "Mmm, I understand!"

The classroom the next day will definitely be super lively, like a scene from "Free Mutual Beating☆The Witch Trial with Only Girls Absent~You Can Even Tag Someone~". I can easily imagine the scene. After all, most of the topics among girls are bad things about other girls (according to my own research).

I felt a chill run down my spine. Even Iroha, who survived in that kind of underworld—or rather, a matriarchal society—sighed softly.

"How about I just tell you what your preferences are, senior? Do you like sweets?"

"You're asking the question the wrong way..."

It's the exact same question, but it's really hard to answer honestly. I always feel that this kind of question is incredibly insincere. Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly heard the sound of a chair rocking next to me. It turned out that Yui had leaned forward.

"He likes sweets!"

"really."

On the other hand, Yukinoshita, for some reason, adopted an arrogant attitude, revealing a somewhat aggressive smile. Isshiki was a little startled, and his speech began to become indistinct.

"I don't know why it was the two of you who answered... but that's perfect!"

"Oh...wait, what's good about it?"

"I'm struggling with how sweet it should be. After all, everyone's taste is different."

Isshiki talked to himself, completely ignoring my question. But this statement puzzled Yukinoshita.

"How sweet should it be... Isshiki-kun, are you planning to make it yourself?"

"What a surprise..."

After I said that, Isshiki seemed a little unhappy.

"Why do you say that? I'm very good at making desserts."

"That's great. I've also been learning to make desserts, but I haven't made any progress..."

Isshiki proudly puffed out his flat chest, while Yuihama, looking utterly humiliated, shrank back. Hmm… his puffed-out chest actually looks smaller, and the perspective seems off… is there something wrong with this perspective? Anyway, I'll report this to the animation studio and ask them to fix the animation when they release the Blu-ray!

That said, Yuihama's situation isn't just about being "not good at it," is it? Oh well, it's not important. Compared to her breasts, it's a minor issue.

"Senior Yui, the essence of cooking lies in the heart. The most important thing in handmade desserts is gentleness and consideration for the other person. Only by learning to consider others can you find a shortcut to improving your cooking skills."

Yuihama slumped her shoulders in disappointment. Isshiki patted her gently to comfort her, and raised a finger to encourage her with a soft smile.

"The guy he's dealing with knows absolutely nothing about baking, right? So don't worry, the secret is actually very simple. Lower the cost and mass-produce, then put in a little extra effort at the end to tailor the gift to the recipient, and you can easily win his heart."

"You've completely misunderstood the concept of considering the other person's feelings... and your so-called gentleness is entirely aimed at your wallet..."

"The idea itself isn't wrong, which makes it even more malicious..."

"I just can't seem to feel happy..."

Even Yi Se was finding it hard to handle being talked about like that. Not knowing how to continue the argument, she could only try to change the subject.

"Oh, I was just joking, imitating you, senior... Anyway, that's all. I need some advice on making celebratory chocolates. Senior, what kind of sweets do you like?"

"Sweets... I'll have this one."

I took something out of my bag—needless to say, it was MAX coffee. Because it was something special to me.

I put the M can on the table, and the three of them immediately looked over in surprise.

Wait a minute, what's with those suspicious looks they're giving us...? No Chiba person would show disgust when they discover the dessert gift is MAX coffee—though that's what I'd say, the atmosphere just doesn't feel right...

Yuihama, who was silently staring at the M-can, whispered:

"...I might be able to do that too."

"You idiot, what nonsense are you talking about? I advise you not to jerk off a M-can. You don't actually think this is just regular coffee with sugar and condensed milk, do you? There's a limit to jokes, you better know your place."

"They actually got angry!"

Of course. M-can isn't some kidding drink like coffee with condensed milk. I could more accept the idea of ​​coffee with condensed milk. Simply copying the same ingredients would never produce that thick, sweet consistency; it's not something an amateur can easily replicate.

Isshiki touched his lips with his fingertips and opened his mouth as if making an assessment:

"But that would exceed the budget."

"Although I don't know how many you plan to make, isn't setting the cost too low at less than 130 yen per chocolate...?"

Yukinoshita rubbed her temples, saying incredulously. However, her worries were unnecessary.

"No problem. If you want to buy M-cans, as long as you choose the right store, buying a whole case will be cheaper."

"How much does this autistic guy really like M-cans...?"

"This might be a reaction stemming from never experiencing any real benefits. Because I've always only ever suffered."

I couldn't help but give a wry smile. Yukinoshita brushed aside the hair hanging over her shoulder, revealing a competitive smile.

"Bitterness should not be swallowed, but tasted."

"It doesn't matter, the result is the same: suffering. I hope to enjoy the sweetness of life in the future."

"It seems you're not experiencing hardship, but rather the harsh realities of life..."

Yukino sighed deeply. She was right. I've tasted all kinds of bitterness, and experienced the full spectrum of life's flavors. Therefore, I know that life equals suffering; life is painful!

As I was thinking about these trivial things, Isshiki laughed at me.

"Sigh... never mind, it doesn't really matter."

That's outrageous! How could they say my life doesn't matter? Iroha finished her black tea in one gulp, then put down the paper cup and turned to look at me.

"I hope you'll consider the question from the same perspective as a gift of chocolate."

"A gift of chocolates..."

I scratched my head, trying to recall quickly. But I've never accepted chocolates as a gift before, so I don't understand her criteria. Oh well, what can I do? My little sister gave me her special chocolate!

My thoughts seemed to be written all over my face, and Isshiki, seeing this, revealed a malicious smile.

"Oh~ Senior, you've never received chocolates before, right? But don't guys usually compare how many chocolates they receive? If you didn't receive any, it must have hurt your pride as a guy, right?"

"I don't need that kind of pride... What, is Valentine's Day some kind of sport?"

Although the method of determining the winner is simple and straightforward—whoever gets the most chocolates wins—the rules are riddled with loopholes. Especially the "chocolate for favors" system, which is fraught with offside traps! No matter how you look at it, that thing should be immediately sent off with a red card. By the way, what exactly is offside? A one-day football fan who doesn't understand the rules = myself.

Although I rambled on for a long time, it seemed that I was just putting on a brave face and didn't take it to heart at all. She even looked at me with a strangely gentle gaze and sighed helplessly.

"I really can't do anything with my senior, so..."

"You don't need to worry about that."

Yukinoshita interrupted Isshiki. She gently tossed her hair, revealing a composed smile, a stark contrast to Isshiki's dazed, half-open mouth.

"Huh... Yukinoshita-senpai wouldn't...?"

Before Isshiki could finish speaking, Yukinoshita smiled gently.

"Because, Hachiman doesn't have any friends to compare himself to."

"Ah... I see..."

Isshiki kept nodding, and I nodded along with her, feeling a bit like two chicks in a henhouse. Ah, I see. She's right. A person without friends is no different from a primitive form of communism where competition doesn't exist… although being so primitive that it only involves one person is problematic in itself…

Just as I was about to begin to think deeply about what true peace is, Yuihama, who had been listening to our conversation, puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction.

"I don't think there's anything to worry about... I should have no problem receiving the chocolates... right?"

She looked over with a somewhat reserved gaze.

I smiled gently in response and nodded.

"Huh...? Could it be...?"

Isshiki's gaze shifted back and forth between me and Yui. Her bewildered eyes met mine, and I couldn't help but let out a triumphant laugh from deep in my throat.

"Heh, that's right... because I still have Komachi!"

So I'm definitely getting chocolates! Hooray! Having a little sister is so great! I wish I had a little sister!

But Isshiki just tilted his head slightly, looking blank.

"Huh? Komachi...who's that? Mi?"

"It's not rice."

So, is Isshiki's usual choice to eat Akita Komachi rice? I actually hope Akita Komachi will launch new moe rice products outside of JA Ugo (Note 4: JA is short for Japan Agricultural Cooperative. Including Akita Komachi, Ugo Agricultural Cooperative has launched several products with packaging featuring cute girl illustrations.). JA Chiba, get moving!

"Ah, Komachi is his younger sister."

After Yuihama explained, Isshiki showed a completely uninterested expression and made a dismissive sound.

"So, it seems you have a younger sister."

"yes."

I have a sister who's world-class. No, I should say a sister who's from all over the world.

After I answered proudly, Isshiki's expression changed to one of surprise. She stared at me with her eyes narrowed to almost nothing and asked suspiciously:

"...A siscon?"

"Idiot, that's not true."

Despite my rebuttal, the reactions of others were quite indifferent.

"...It seems there's no way to deny it."

After Yuigahama finished speaking, Yukinoshita also lowered her head with a sorrowful expression. Wait, at least say something for me, okay?

Seeing their reactions, Isshiki nodded repeatedly, as if pounding garlic. Then, she raised her index finger to her chin, turned her head with a beaming smile, and said:

"It seems the senior likes younger girls."

No, that's not true.

Regardless of whether they are older or younger than me, I am generally not good at dealing with women of all ages.

I brushed it off casually, but I spat out a very subtle curse under my breath.

"That……"

She cleared her throat, and after confirming that she could make a sound, she first raised her eyes to steal a glance at me, then immediately looked away.

Isshiki clutched her uniform tightly to her chest, her hands trembling slightly as she straightened her disheveled skirt. Her eyes were moist, and she exhaled warm breath.

Then, in a broken voice, he asked:

"Does the senior dislike...younger girls?"