My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"I act exactly what I think. See how honest I am?"

"Just like me, sister."

Yang Nai smiled softly.

I don’t know what it means.

Then she suddenly leaned close to my ear and said, "But don't you think it's cute to wear the same clothes?... How about we put together a set?"

My neck is a little itchy!

That woman is really something, always playing tricks on people!

But her cheeks still burned bright red, and she didn't dare to look up.

I know it's just teasing, but I still can't help it...

Haruno seemed quite pleased with this reaction and added, "It's a matching set that Yukino and I bought~"

His tone was light and cheerful, which eased my stiffness slightly.

call.

As always, those offensive remarks just slipped out.

"Wouldn't it be more adorable for you sisters to do this yourselves instead of telling me?"

"Excessive performance can be counterproductive; this is about right."

Yang Nai seemed to know I would ask that question, and instead mocked me.

Although it was a rather pointless conversation, Haruno seemed quite happy. A sadistic glint appeared in her eyes. How terrifying…

Then, a shadow fell over Yang Nai's eyes.

"I used to wear matching outfits quite often."

"That was a bit unexpected."

So I'll be frank with myself.

"...I don't think so. It was something my parents bought when I was little, nothing unbelievable."

Yang Nai had no smile on her face; she was just staring at the clothes in her hands.

There's nothing strange about it, is there? If you have siblings of similar age in your family, it's normal to buy the same clothes or something.

but,

That's not it.

It refers to the tone of voice.

The tone of affection for the past wasn't gentle; it seemed to conceal something.

It sounds like... a feeling of loneliness.

It feels like something distant, something that will never be regained, something that I've already come to understand is irretrievable.

I have no idea why her voice contained such a desperate sense of distance.

As always, it's incomprehensible.

estimate,

I'll never understand her.

But also,

I don't even know my parents, who are very close to me, very well.

How could one possibly expect to know what Yang Nai was thinking?

Completely ignoring what I was thinking, Yang Nai picked up a gray indoor garment and put it directly on her white shirt, turning her body slightly to see if it fit.

The light gray base is dotted with touches of pink—not many, but perfectly matched.

Yang nodded slightly to himself, and adjusted his collar:

"How about it?"

"...Although it's a little different from what I remember your sister, this one is still pretty good, isn't it?"

Yang pouted and looked at me with a reproachful expression.

Wow, they can even make that kind of expression... The enhanced exoskeleton is amazing... Even if you know their true nature, you'll still be fooled, and it feels like you won't regret being fooled or anything.

However, the other party was Yang Nai.

"Is it because we're not compatible?"

Haruno raised a hand and gestured to the neckline: "Besides, this dress doesn't fit Yukino's size..."

To say something so cruel, that's so typical of Haruno... Yukino herself is probably a little bothered by it! Don't say it directly in front of her! Remember, you made a promise with your brother!

However, I still have to answer the question when asked for my thoughts.

"...Then there's no need to ask."

As for appearance, there's really nothing to criticize about Yang Nai.

She wasn't satisfied. Her clear, glassy eyes suddenly exerted pressure as she stared at me silently, as if waiting for my next words.

"...It's quite suitable."

My gaze unconsciously drifted to the left.

Yang Nai nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, I'll buy this one."

Then I took off my clothes, folded them neatly, and took a different pure white one to pay for.

"Go to the cashier."

Seriously? I'm all alone now? I'm so nervous without Yang Nai to cover for me...

Let's... go to the men's clothing section for now.

Then I suddenly saw the men's version of the same clothes that Yang Nai had just been holding. Oh... this place is based on black... oh... I see... oh... even though it's the same style, different colors give completely different impressions... oh... so it won't look so strange on me, right? Oh... I see...

When you reach out your hand unconsciously—

"Sorry for the wait."

Put your hand down immediately.

"You've already paid the bill?"

"Just leave the packaging to them."

Yang pointed to the chair next to him.

There was nothing we could do but sit down and follow her lead.

Yang opened the bag and examined it piece by piece.

"So, Hachiman-kun, have you made your choice?"

Her gaze remained fixed on the package.

"Huh? Oh... a gift? I've already bought it."

Why did you suddenly ask this...?

Yang Nai smiled and shook her head, then slowly turned to me.

Its gaze was fixed on me, like a snake eyeing its prey, coiling tightly around it and preventing it from escaping.

I subconsciously swallowed my dry throat.

"No, I'm asking about Hachiman and your affairs."

The black pupils emitted an unusual light, making it impossible for me to see what was inside.

If we were to ask the question here—

—The next step will push them into a corner.

and so--

"I'm the kind of person who doesn't like to express my opinions during group activities, whether it's hiking or a school trip... because I'm rather introverted."

"I really like this way of avoiding things!"

Yang chuckled softly.

However, it won't end there.

"Well, I'm fine with either side, but you don't think things will just go wrong and nothing will happen, right? That would be very unnatural."

She didn't say anything specific.

But I do know what it is.

What she said could be considered the truth.

"...Well, the opposite of natural is artificial. Most things related to humans are unnatural, and it is humans who accept this unnaturalness..."

Talking on and on.

He interrupted with just a slight smile—

"This can hardly be considered an authentic item, can it?"

After a pause,

"...Then what is the real thing?"

A soft voice, but eyes as cold as ice.

Slightly moist eyes, warm breath.

She neither complained nor asked any questions.

Naturally, no one could answer that.

嘀嗒

tick.

Da da da--

The sound of the shop assistant's high heels clicking.

They came over with the packaging bag in their hands.

Yang Nai stood up and took it:

"Too bad, it's time to go home. The date is over... Let's go back."

Act Two

……

Nothing to say.

or,

I just can't bring myself to say it.

Yang Nai has already said everything she wanted to say, hasn't she?

but,

A question that has no answer to begin with.

How could one expect a reply?

call.

He silently let out a long breath.

Let it hang there for now.

The coffee shop was just ahead, its lighting softer than that of the shops. As soon as she opened the door, Yang Nai put on a lively smile—no, not "put on," it would be more accurate to say "put back on"—a cheerful smile.

Hina hummed a little tune as she walked step by step to Yukinoshita's side, lightly tapping her shoulder with the gift bag in her hand:

"You chose very carefully, didn't you, sister?"