My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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If I prepare an excuse beforehand like this, I'm sure I can find a way to accept it.

I'm starting to think that even if something feels a little off, if moments like today could continue, it could be considered a kind of happiness.

the most important is--

Yuihama is probably right. I always feel that only she consistently finds the right answer. It would be so much easier if I just accepted her suggestion. But—

Is it really right to let distorted things continue to be distorted? Is this what I've always hoped for?

Yui looked tenderly at me, who was clenching her teeth, unable to answer. Then, she gently took the hand of Yukinoshita, who was standing beside her.

"Yukino, is this okay?"

Yuihama asked in a tone that sounded like she was talking to a child. Yukinoshita's shoulders twitched at her question.

"I……"

She looked away, not daring to look at Yuihama, but still spoke in a soft, intermittent voice, trying her best to answer the question.

The moment I saw her like that, my intuition told me—

Ah, that's not right... that's wrong.

There's no reason for Yukino to entrust her future to someone else.

Yuihama has no reason to say that she is a despicable girl.

"In that case, I..."

"No."

To stop her from continuing, I took a step forward. Hearing me raise my voice, Yukino looked at me with surprise.

"I do not accept this proposal. Yukinoshita's problems should be resolved by Yukinoshita herself."

I clenched my fists and stared intently at Yuihama in front of me. Yuihama also kept her lips tightly closed, looking at me with an expression I had never seen before.

Yui Yuigahama is a gentle girl—this is just my personal opinion.

Yukino Yukinoshita is a strong girl—I was just imposing my own ideals on her.

For a long time, I kept convincing myself that I was at peace with it all. But it was precisely because of this that I couldn't leave all the responsibility to them. I couldn't use that gentleness as a safe haven, nor could I repay that gentleness with lies.

Because Yui Yuigahama is a gentle girl, while Yukino Yukinoshita is a strong girl.

"...Besides, isn't this just deception?"

The words spoken vanished with the waves. Waves crashed onto the shore, then receded back into the sea; this cycle repeated countless times.

No one uttered a word.

Yukishiro's eyes reddened, her lips trembled slightly, and Yuihama nodded gently, her eyes tender, waiting for my next words.

"I don't want either an ambiguous answer or a fake relationship."

I want something else.

I know I'm an idiot.

Even though we know that such a thing doesn't exist, and even though we know that obsessing over it won't yield any results.

but--

"Even so, I still want to think things through... I'm struggling with this painful struggle. I..."

The words I tried to utter had long since ceased to be spoken.

I know very well that this is wrong. Maybe it's enough that I'm happy. If we could spend our days thinking about a future that might come true and a bright future, there probably wouldn't be any suffering people in the world.

Nevertheless, I still want to hold onto my ideals. Because I'm not strong enough to live in a dream world. I also don't want to doubt myself, which would ultimately force me to lie to the people who matter to me.

So I want an answer. I want an answer that is genuine and what I truly desire.

As I exhaled a warm breath, realizing I couldn't say anything more, Yuihama stared straight at my face.

"...I knew you'd say that."

Yuihama smiled gently, tears streaming down her face at the same moment. I wonder how I am? I hope my expression isn't too unpleasant.

Yuihama and I looked at each other's faces and nodded to each other.

Neither my wishes nor hers have a physical form. But I can imagine that they are probably somewhat different and cannot completely align.

Even so, it doesn't mean that both cannot be taken into account at the same time.

After everyone has said what they want to say, perhaps we can find a point of compromise. With this thought in mind, I looked at Yukinoshita.

Yukino clutched her chest, looking at me and Yuihama with teary eyes, her uneasy gaze drifting aimlessly.

She took a slight breath when she noticed my expectant gaze.

"...Don't dictate my feelings."

Yukinoshita said somewhat sullenly, gently wiping the corner of her eye.

"And this isn't the end. Hachiman, your request isn't resolved yet either."

"What request do you have...?" I was about to ask when Yuihama interrupted me with a soft laugh. She nodded to Yukinoshita.

They seemed to share a secret, looking at each other and smiling silently.

"...There's one more thing."

Yukinoshita put away her smile and looked at me and Yuihama with a beautiful face.

As we waited for her next words, she took a step forward.

In our direction—

Take a light step—

"...Could you please listen to my request?"

Yukinoshita gave an embarrassed smile, and Yuihama laughed too.

"Okay, hurry up and tell me."

Yuihama also took a step forward and extended her hand.

Finally, the setting sun, disappearing into the sea, leaves a shadow on the white canvas.

The image was blurry and indistinct, with a strange shape and no discernible outline.

However, the two figures were indeed connected.

If wishes could take form—

That would definitely be—

Postscript to Volume 11

Goodnight everyone, this is work.

When I realized it, it was already early summer, and the weather was getting warmer. Even so, it would occasionally suddenly turn cold. This kind of season always leaves you wondering what to wear.

Unsure whether the weather will be hot or cold, people tend to choose not to leave their homes, but as a corporate slave, I have no choice at all.

Therefore, every day before I leave for work, I think, "Should I wear this outfit today...? Tell me, PIC0 (Note 31: the nickname of Japanese entertainer and fashion critic Katsuaki Sugiura)!"

While there are no absolutely right answers when it comes to clothing, there are still mistakes that can be made. Weather and temperature, as mentioned earlier, are one factor, along with business etiquette guidelines and the dress codes of various stores. Simply put, other people's opinions also play a role.

If you lack confidence in your fashion sense, you might feel inexplicably uneasy walking down the street, sometimes even neurotically suspecting, "That person seemed to be making fun of my outfit... Ah, that person too... The sun is laughing too... Even... Even the little dog is snickering... Dudu dudu lu da da da!" and then you might go crazy... But no way.

Besides these objective factors, you might also have thoughts like, "I don't think this outfit looks very good today♪".

If you have doubts about yourself and are torn between right and wrong, subjective and objective choices, what clothes should you ultimately wear?

It was with this feeling that I wrote the eleventh episode of "My Youth Romantic Comedy Was Wrong As Expected."

The following is an acknowledgment.

Ponkan8 God, have you become a god again? Ms. Hihama, who hasn't been on the cover in so long, is amazing! So cute! I love her to death! Thank you so much!

Editor Hoshino-sama, hahaha! Oh dear, I'm so sorry! Hahaha! Um... I'm so sorry for causing you so much trouble. Thank you for your help. Don't worry, it'll be fine next time, hahaha!

Thank you to all my partners across the media platforms, for your hard work on the TV animation and many other aspects. I will continue to work hard in the future, and I hope you will continue to support me. Thank you very much.

Dear readers, despite the continued confusion and getting stuck in the same place, we've finally reached episode eleven, and the story is finally about to reach its climax. I would be very happy if you would be willing to follow this series through both the anime and manga to the very end. Thank you for your support.

So, that's about all the space I've used up. Please allow me to put down my pen here.

See you in episode 12 of "My Teen Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected!"

One day in May, I insisted on drinking MAX coffee no matter what.

Volume 11 Illustrations

Season 2 Blu-ray Bonus: Another (a)

The online translation is from Baidu Tieba

Translation: Shinkai Makoto

○ In someone's diary, it was written that...

There is something I want.

That should be very important to me.

There are other important things too, and if you include them all, that thing can also be considered necessary.

The thing I want has no shape; I don't know if it's really the right thing to do.

Although I have my own imagined form, I am not good at thinking and I am not a very serious person, so I am not confident that the answer is correct.

If I were smarter or more innocent, I might be able to come up with an answer that both I and those around me could accept and understand.

If only I could explain it to them properly. If only I could just immerse myself in it without caring about my surroundings.

As it turns out, I wasn't that smart, and I was actually cunning. I only have one answer.

There's only one, but the real thing I'm thinking of seems a bit unrealistic.

Therefore, use methods that are not clearly understood, or methods that are already understood. Use unwise methods, or cunning and despicable methods.

One after another, they pondered the correct answer regarding the real object.

However, neither option felt right.

I'm terrified that if I make the wrong choice, it could lead to irreversible consequences.

I don't want to make mistakes.

Don't want to lose.

Even if it's not the right answer, I just want to hold those hands tightly.

However, that is certainly not the answer everyone is hoping for.

What I want is so similar to what everyone expects.

Why are they so different?

But no matter how difficult it is, if there's only one answer, I want to know. I should try my best to do my best for it.

But then I wonder, what if the harder I try, the further away we'll drift? I'm so scared.

in fact,

Even lies are acceptable.

○A jest, someone's diary

There is something I want.

It allows only one correct answer, however, with an inexplicable ambiguity and a vague tone.

Therefore, we still don't know exactly what it is.

However, when that word comes to mind, a happy expression naturally appears on her face, and she shyly wants to hug her head.

In trying to sort out these feelings, I tried to define our current relationship, but I couldn't find a suitable word.

What should I call him/her?

I came up with a few candidates, each of whom seemed suitable, but I also felt that they weren't.