My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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As I was wondering whether to call an ambulance, she opened her eyes and whispered:

"I see."

Then, turning to Yuihama, he said gently:

"...Yuigahama-san, are you free after this?"

"Huh? Ah...yes...but..."

Faced with Yukinoshita's serious expression, Yui answered somewhat uneasily. Uncharacteristically, Yukinoshita tightened her grip on Yuishita's hand.

Then, with a bright smile:

Come keep me company for a while.

"Ah, yes, that's fine... but Xiaoxue looks a little scary..."

Yuihama stammered a little. Looking at that smile, even I felt a little scared…

What could have suddenly made her so angry...? Think about it, even the usually gentle and refined Yukinoshita gets upset about things like cats, Pan-san, or old wounds from her time with the girls... Well, there are plenty of things that can make her angry. Ultimately, this girl isn't gentle at all!

Is the next scene going to be the legendary urban legend of the school campus? Judging from the current momentum, I'll probably be called to the back of the school building, and then with a loud bang, a glass window inexplicably shatters? No way, I need to save the teacher some trouble…

He hurriedly stood up from his chair:

"Calm down, calm down! What are you doing?"

"You wouldn't believe it. Besides, it's not anything strange."

A slightly trembling voice said, "Don't think too much about it—even though it tastes bad, we should be able to sit down and talk things out properly..."

Upon hearing this, Yukino frowned, put her finger to her lips unhappily, and closed one eye.

"Didn't I say before... I will do my best?"

Suddenly he laughed. A mischievous laugh I'd never seen before.

Act III

Happy times are always fleeting, and the cleanup always leaves a sense of loneliness. After a brief closing remark, everyone left in twos and threes. Everyone was exhausted, and naturally, no one suggested having another celebration. So, they said goodbye to each other and went home.

Yukinoshita brought Yuihama out with her, probably to take her back to her apartment for the night.

It was getting late, so I hopped on my bicycle and quickly headed home.

I wolfed down my dinner, my only thought being to stay snuggled up in the heater and do absolutely nothing. The living room was quiet, with only Ka-kun and me huddled together. However, Ka-kun was already curled up asleep, while I remained awake.

The door slammed open, and looking up, Komachi, still sleepy-eyed in her pajamas, adjusted her nightcap.

"Still awake..."

"Okay, I'll go to sleep, but I'd like to wait a bit first."

After I finished speaking, Komachi went straight to the kitchen.

"Anything is fine, just go to sleep early."

"kindness"

Although I was nervously thinking, "Is it really okay for me to be up so late when I have an exam tomorrow?", the person in question casually replied, "Yeah." Just then, the stove started sizzling.

I wondered if she was making something to eat, and then I heard her looking for something on the shelf. I was wondering if she was too hungry to sleep when she went to the kotatsu (heated floor heater).

"Take this."

"Um, oh, thank you."

Komachi handed me a cup of Max Coffee. I took it and noticed it was still warm. Apparently, she had rinsed the container she bought with water. That girl's really efficient… For the citizens of Chiba, a warm Max Coffee gets a high score, right?

"Brother, your feet are in the way!"

As she spoke, she tucked my feet under the kotatsu. Then, the two of us sipped the hot can of coffee together.

Komachi let out a satisfied "hahaha".

"...Tomorrow is finally here."

"Yeah. Finish this bottle and go to sleep. It's the day before the exam, after all."

Well, a warm canned coffee before bed can help me sleep well. Oh dear, I wonder if canned coffee will be classified as a medicine in the future? My heart is pounding with anxiety. Hehe, what a potent medicine… If you drink it while saying this, you can sense something ominous in that unnatural sweetness. I recommend everyone do this.

However, it seems that what Komachi wanted to say was not what I was referring to.

"...No, it's Valentine's Day. As a boy, you should be overjoyed and excited, right?"

She sighed deeply, looking speechless, and said to me.

Thinking about this the day before an exam... My princess is really bold. Looks like there's no need to specifically ask her, "Are you prepared?"

"I'm not getting cocky at all. Rather, I'm completely preoccupied with Komachi."

"After all, your brother spoils Komachi too much. How disgusting. If that's the case, it would be much better if he spoiled you instead."

"I've already been pampering myself quite a bit."

"That's not what I meant at all. Well, it is indeed adding sugar..."

I said, sipping my coffee. Komachi chuckled... Wait a minute, didn't she just say something really hurtful to me?

If you say anything disgusting about your brother, be careful, I might actually do something disgusting! So I started by banging on the kotatsu and whining. I really am disgusting.

"Oh, right, speaking of sweets... here, this is for you, Yukinoshita."

I remembered the chocolate Yukinoshita had given me, so I grabbed my bag, took out the two bags, and handed them to Komachi. Komachi smiled with delight.

"Wow, it's a gift from Yukino-neechan!"

"What about mine? Aren't you going to give me chocolate?"

"I've already given you pretty much everything."

Komachi gestured with her chin towards the can of coffee. No, no, no, this doesn't look like it at all. In that case, it doesn't even look like coffee. There's absolutely no love in it, no love at all.

"...Komachi, do you like your brother?"

"Not really."

Komachi answered instantly with a nonchalant smile. I couldn't help but sob.

"I want chocolate...chocolate..."

Seeing me sobbing as I traced the character "の", Komachi sighed in annoyance and then disappeared from the kotatsu.

She finally couldn't take it anymore... Just as I was collapsing onto the kotatsu in despair, Komachi rushed back.

"Here"

Then, she poked my back as I lay on the kotatsu and handed me something.

When I looked back, I saw that it was actually a beautifully packaged box of chocolates.

"...What, is this for me?"

"Well, it's just something pretty simple. Since you asked me to give it to you..."

Komachi said, sounding a little unhappy for some reason. I hugged the box of chocolates tightly to my chest, tears welling up in my eyes, repeatedly saying, "Thank you so much, thank you so much." She prepared this especially for me, right? My sister is so capable…

Seeing me start sobbing, Komachi gave a wry smile, speechless.

"I wish you could say such capricious things to anyone other than me."

"Who else could I say such shameful things to besides you... Besides, things that you only get by asking someone else to give them to you aren't really worth much, are they?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Komachi glared at me fiercely.

"So, according to you, my chocolate is worthless then..."

"...Um, oh, no...it's not like that, is it? Komachi's chocolate is different. It's special. Komachi is the best and the cutest."

"You're so casual, you trashy bro."

Komachi let out a deep sigh of annoyance.

"...However, I would still be somewhat pleased if someone who is not good at hiding their true feelings could accept my chocolate."

As Komachi spoke, a smile that seemed much more mature than before appeared on her face. She rested her chin on her hand on the kotatsu, tilting her head, her gaze up at me both straightforward and warm.

Unable to meet that gentle gaze directly, I took a deep breath and looked away. Then, Komachi, perhaps also shy, giggled awkwardly.

"What? Did Komachi get a high score just now?"

"That's why the scores are low in places like this..."

I gulped down the lukewarm, overly sweet coffee with a bitter expression. The coffee was so sweet it made my mouth feel sore.

"Then I should go to sleep too."

"Oh, go ahead."

Komachi walked to the kitchen, shaking the empty can, and threw it into the trash can. As Komachi reached the door, Kamakura, who had suddenly woken up, followed her with small steps.

"Oh, Ka-kun. Want to sleep together?"

Kamakura didn't call out in response, but instead nuzzled Komachi's feet with its head. Komachi chuckled contentedly, picked Kamakura up, and placed her hands on the doorknob.

I called out to her from behind.

"Komachi."

"what happened?"

Komachi held the doorknob with one hand and turned half her body around.

I'll cheer you on. Goodnight.

"Okay, thank you. I'll try my best. Good night."

Komachi didn't talk much, but her smile was composed. She picked up Kamakura again and went back to her room.

After watching her return to her room, I secretly glanced at the bag lying nearby. Although it was dark, the shapes of the two chocolate bags were quite obvious.

He opened one of the bags, popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth, and then lay down with his arms crossed.

I closed my eyes; the room was pitch black, quiet, and cold.

The chocolate melted slowly, like the ground under the sun after a snowfall, giving me a feeling that something was missing.

What should have been sweet now leaves a slightly bitter aftertaste.

Interlude

The recipe under the snow:

Weigh out the wheat flour, sugar, and chocolate.

Confirm that every piece of material has been obtained accurately.

Determine the precise time sequence and develop a pre-defined, procedural timetable.

To absolutely avoid making mistakes, to absolutely avoid failure.

But there was only one thing mixed in with lies.

There exists such a lie within only the true numbers.

As I seared them, I carefully coated the delicate parts with a layer of dark chocolate.

On top of it is a beautiful powdered sugar that is as dazzling as snow.

The sugar that was sprinkled down looked like snow.

They should be able to cover and hide everything.

I thought to myself in such a despicable way.

However, even someone as despicable as me was completely accepted.

She is my friend.

Even knowing all this, I might still keep doing things that make me feel guilty towards her.

Perhaps I'm just relying on something so sweet and naive.

But even so, there are still things I want to obtain.

So there are still things I can do.