My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"Your senior's sister... ah, that Mi, right?"

"Hmm...maybe."

The incomprehensible statement elicited a complex expression from Komachi. Iroha nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

"I'm your junior, Isshiki Iroha. Nice to meet you."

"Ah, hello, it's Iroha-neechan. My brother has always been taken care of by you. I'm your sister, and I've come to help with the cleanup!"

Komachi expresses difficult words concisely, gives a cute bow, and then looks around.

"Then, where is my brother?"

I glanced at the spot I had been staring at not long ago.

"They're in there... but they're discussing something, so it's best to wait a bit. It might not be convenient to disturb them now."

"Is that so..."

Seeing Komachi's slightly lonely smile, I think she vaguely sensed what had happened. Perhaps he had already explained things to her properly.

I feel like I'm causing people worry, how annoying—I sighed softly.

I had only sighed a little, but for some reason I heard a very loud sound. I looked to my side and saw Iroha yawning.

"It won't hurt to bother you a little."

"what?"

Iroha spoke with such an air of self-assurance that I couldn't help but tilt my head and utter a questioning sound. She gave me a mischievous smile.

"Regardless of whether others are in the way or not, those two people can't stay together for long."

"yes……"

"Yeah. They're both so difficult to deal with, they'll probably break up over something trivial soon, won't they?"

"Uh—from the younger sister's perspective, this is a bit..."

"Um……"

Komachi and I didn't know how to react. Iroha said with a smile:

"And another thing, won't he be able to drink in three years? Then you can pretend to be drunk, and do this, and then do that again, until it's too late, and he'll be yours! He's a responsible maniac now."

"This, this is a bit... and besides, nobody knows what will happen three years from now..."

Various images flashed through my mind; my face must be burning red right now. As I struggled with how to end the conversation, Komachi tilted her head in confusion.

"Isn't Yui-neechan supposed to be able to drink alcohol in two years? Iroha-senpai isn't supposed to be able to for three years, is she?"

"Shut up, Xiaomi, you're being noisy."

"Xiao Mi? It's Komachi! Komachi's name is Komachi!"

"This nickname is so cute☆ When meeting a girl for the first time, don't use nicknames to determine her status, or it will cause arguments later."

"My God, this person's personality is awful—"

"Haha, you have no right to say that."

This is a headache. Iroha and Komachi don't seem to get along... I'd be happier and more relaxed if they could get along...

"Alright, alright..."

I couldn't think of a way to stop them, so I just smiled wryly and used my hands to stop them.

Komachi put her hands on her hips and sighed deeply.

"Sigh~ That's why junior students who don't understand they're just younger sisters are such a headache. Listen up? Your brother is a monk, those kinds of tricks won't work on him at all. He'll pretend to be asleep before he gets really drunk, and use that to get through the crisis."

Komachi wagged her finger as she explained, and Iroha and I nodded repeatedly. "That's right, he'll definitely do that." Iroha seemed to share the same opinion.

"Ah—a fragile heart."

"No, it's Hoshino Coffee's soufflé pancakes."

"Ah—that's delicious, I like it."

Iroha chimed in, and Komachi nodded in agreement... Do they even get along? I can't understand these two.

Just as she was thinking this, Komachi gave Iroha a mocking smile again... They really don't get along.

"With this level of skill, Iroha-senpai doesn't deserve to be called 'older sister' by Komachi."

"Huh? I don't mind and I don't need it... What kind of person is this?"

Iroha looked at me with a horrified expression.

"Because she has a brother complex."

"Of course. Who do you think has been loving an unloved older brother for fifteen years? He was so adorable as a child..."

Komachi proudly patted her chest and excitedly pulled out her phone, probably wanting to show off the photos.

"Ah, I want to see it, I want to see it."

"Wow... I'm not interested, but I kind of want to see it."

I leaned closer to look at the phone screen, and Iroha, muttering to herself, also peeked over. While looking through photos, Komachi asked us:

"Which do we look at: the look before death, after death, or after decay?"

"Hmm—I only want to see him when he's cute. Was he ever really cute?"

Iroha seemed completely unconvinced.

"That's what he said himself..."

Recalling the things he said when the two of us went out before, I couldn't help but feel bitter, and my smile became weak.

At this moment, Iroha sighed.

"Ah—there are indeed such people. They like to brag about how cute they were when they were little, or how popular they were in Ni-chome (note). They're low-class trash who try to boost their scores by changing the evaluation criteria."

Note: Shinjuku 2-chome is a well-known red-light district.

"I got really scolded! But it doesn't seem that bad... Ah, look, Komachi is so cute!"

I grabbed Komachi by the shoulder and pushed her in front of me. Komachi looked at Iroha with a hesitant expression, her fingers fidgeting.

"that……"

"What?"

Iroha squinted coldly at Komachi, who, in turn, gave him a pitiful look, like a little dog.

"Can I call you 'older sister'? Let's start with 'temporary older sister'."

"Why? No way!"

"Hehe. Komachi thinks you understand your brother pretty well."

"What?"

"Komachi always thought that the only ways to get along with her brother were to pull him from the front or push him from behind... Oh, I see. There's also the option of finding someone of the same level of trash to get along with."

"Huh? What are you talking about... I'm telling you, I'm not that bad no matter what... His looks and brains are both terrible, and his personality is absolutely awful."

"And he's trash! He'd trample on even his own feelings, let alone other people's!"

"Xiaomi, what are you so happy about...?"

Komachi became excited, while Iroha was startled and took a few steps back. She looked at me with a puzzled expression, seeking my help.

"Hmm—because she has a severe brother complex..."

I could only say this with a wry smile. But Komachi chuckled shyly and then gave a graceful bow.

"That's just how Komachi's older brother is. So, please keep an eye on him until he becomes serious."

"Sigh, I've been with him for a year, so it doesn't matter..."

Iroha's speech was no longer barbed, but he still showed obvious dissatisfaction, speaking reluctantly before turning to look at me.

"What about Yui-senpai? What are you planning to do?"

"I……"

When she asked me that, I was immediately speechless.

"Well, I really like this part about Yui-senpai."

Iroha sighed, looking like she couldn't do anything with me, and leaned close to me to whisper something in my ear.

Is there a law that says you can't like someone who already has a girlfriend?

"Hmm... I don't think so..."

"That's right."

After she finished speaking, she withdrew from her body and, like a mature woman, revealed a bold smile.

That smile was so adorable; it was a smile I might have once worn myself, the smile of a girl falling in love.

"...Are you the same?"

"Huh? No, I was just wondering if there's still a chance to hook Hayama-senpai. The worst-case scenario is accidentally giving away a winning hand to my opponent, but I won't change my hand or break up my hand just to be safe."

Iroha showed a look of utter disgust and frantically waved her hands in denial.

"Huh, then why did you say that...?"

"Is that even a question?"

Iroha sighed helplessly. She brushed her hair aside and placed her hand next to her cheek.

"It's a girl's privilege not to give up!"

She flashed a tiny V-sign, revealing a smug, adorable smile that was more charming than anyone else's. The smile was undeniably girlish, clearly an attempt to be cute, yet it was also incredibly cool.

I was so engrossed in watching that I blurted it out without thinking.

"yes……"

It's not a sigh, nor is it a meaningful sentence.

It is my voice from the bottom of my heart.

Upon hearing this, they both smiled at me simultaneously. Unlike their previous confrontational attitude, a warm feeling welled up inside me.

Is that so...? I nodded several times, carefully considering that sentence.

Seeing my reaction, Iroha and Komachi exchanged a glance and chuckled. Then, they moved a little closer and began to whisper to each other.

"Xiaomi, are you satisfied with this?"

"Heh, Komachi has her own ideas."

"oh--"

"Hmm. What kind of response is this, that sounds like I have absolutely no interest?"

"I really have no interest..."

"Don't say that, it's not a bad thing for Iroha-senpai either. Excuse me for a moment..."

Komachi whispered something in Iroha's ear, and Iroha showed a look of utter disgust.

"Huh... whose side are you on?"

"Of course I'm on my brother's side. Ah, that's a plus for Komachi."

"Oh my god, that's disgusting."

"What did you say? That's rude! Komachi will absolutely not side with Iroha-senpai!"

"I didn't ask you for anything."

They didn't seem to have a very good relationship, yet they got along quite well. Watching them, I couldn't help but laugh. Perhaps this was their way of encouraging each other.

I felt very happy and hugged them tightly. Komachi hugged me back tightly, while Iroha turned her head away, seemingly unwilling.

Although I haven't sorted out my feelings at all.

Although I don't think that's a good thing.

Although I understand that this is wrong.