My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"oops."

Her tone softened. "So, you're going to confess something even more out of the ordinary than yesterday's?" I suddenly became interested.

Is this for real? I didn't expect her to rate it so highly. I should have known better than to run away.

"Then come to the place I told you to go."

I specified the location and hung up the phone. A sense of liberation made me naturally exhale.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh... All ready. I'm going to use the power of the wind to reveal The Scanty beneath the snow."

"The?"

Totsuka tilted his head.

As always, the snow-covered figure exuded an aura of unapproachability as it emerged from the school building.

She stood in the same spot as Totsuka and Yuihama.

I could see her profile from where I was. Straight gaze, long black hair swaying in the wind, snow-white and translucent skin. She looked every bit the heroine of a romantic comedy—if only she didn't have that sharp tongue.

But that's not something you can just brush off with a simple "if not." I heard her say that she was ostracized by other girls because of her striking appearance since childhood. If she could go back in time to protect her, would things be different now? But maybe because she has an older brother protecting her, all the women around Yukinoshita would be jealous of her and hate her even more. Yukinoshita might also be frightened by a male high school student with a deadpan expression who keeps bothering her, and she might end up saying something sarcastic to him—ah, this is an inescapable fate. The only way to save her is to rewrite human history around the time of the French Revolution. In that case, she might say something like, "Parisian gorilla (Note 7), if there's no bread, just eat dessert."

"Hachiman, isn't the wind picking up yet?"

When asked about the wooden base, I looked at my phone.

"Wait two more minutes. As long as Yukino doesn't go back before then—"

"Hey, look."

Totsuka points to the tennis court.

Upon closer inspection, I realized the wind had picked up.

No, "the wind picked up" is too elegant a way of putting it. To be precise, it's the state of a whirlwind rumbling and whipping up.

Leaves, branches, and the tennis club members' towels were whipped up by the wind. Brown dust rose from the ground, staining the azure sky. In the blink of an eye, the tennis court disappeared from sight.

"Dragon, tornado...⁉"

The wood carrier stood up. "Could this also be your power...?"

"How is that possible?"

Who does he think I am?

What's with this unusual weather? What's wrong with Earth? Yesterday I called it Nana Mizuki's concert, did I anger it? But besides Nana, the only famous singer I know who can pack Shinjuku KOMA Theater and Sun Plaza with a concert by the headmaster is Bob Dylan. Could Dylan act in period dramas on stage?

The tennis club members screamed and ran into the school building.

Yukinoshita stood rooted to the spot. Even though she was just standing there, because she was going against the flow of people, it looked like she was facing a fierce wind. The wind tousled her long hair.

"Why didn't that guy run away?"

I grabbed onto a pillar in the bicycle parking lot.

"Hachiman... at this rate, it'll be the Yukinoshita class reunion..."

Totsuka's voice trembled.

The tornado is approaching this area. It's growing to about ten meters in diameter; it's terrifying.

So, I'm the only one left to save Yukinoshita...? I was the one who called her over there. Just for the pointless purpose of looking at her underwear.

"If you think it's dangerous, then just go to school."

I threw those words into the air and rushed out. The flying sand slammed into my face, making it hard to even breathe. Yukinoshita stood even closer to the tornado than I was, motionless—as if hoping to be swallowed up.

"Run! A tornado is coming!"

I stood next to her.

She raised her arm to shield her face, noticed me, and glanced at me.

You used the wrong word.

"What?"

"There are cumulonimbus clouds above tornadoes. They are larger and the weather worsens. This one has no clouds, so it's a dust storm. The meteorological term is dust cyclone. It's a phenomenon that occurs when the surface air warms up on a clear day."

"Are they the same?"

"When the weather forecast predicts a white Christmas, but it rains heavily instead, would you say, 'It doesn't matter, right?' Imagine this: Santa Claus is soaked to the bone, the cake boxes are all soggy from the moisture, and Disneyland is like hell—"

"There's a difference...it's so sad..."

Seeing that I couldn't refute her, Yukinoshita slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

"The reason I'm not leaving is because I have a promise with you."

"what?"

"I'm not like someone who's easygoing; I always keep my promises. If I say I'll go, I'll go no matter where it is. I'll never leave that place until I achieve my goal. That's my attitude towards life."

She's absolutely right. Agreements should be kept.

At the same time, however, I felt very heavy-hearted. That stubborn attitude towards life would make onlookers feel uneasy.

Also, she is very beautiful.

I saw her standing against the wind in the bicycle parking lot just now, and I thought she was beautiful. Her hair was blown about, her clothes were billowing in the wind, and she was covered in dust, yet she still stood there straight, without any doubt about herself. I was mesmerized by her figure.

However, does her beauty only emerge in the face of crisis? Does her beauty only reach its peak when she throws herself into the storm?

If that's the case, I don't want to see it. I definitely couldn't bear to watch it.

"But besides having a date with you, part of the reason is also because I've never seen a dust storm up close before, and I'm quite curious. I was even stunned by it."

Also, this guy is a real oddball. Honestly, he'd be a match for me.

"If I were a casual person—"

I laughed and replied, "And you, keeping your promise to that promiscuous person? Aren't you just an idiot?"

My words caused her gaze to waver slightly.

"That's true. Let's get out of here quickly."

She quickly turned and left. It seemed she was actually quite scared.

I turned my back to the storm. My mouth was full of sand.

"By the way, why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"You're only asking this now? That's been a long time."

"You just called me 'just an idiot,' can you take that back? Being naked in a place like this makes you even more—oh dear, that's…"

She looked away from me. I followed her gaze.

"Hey, no way..."

There was an adorable kitten running energetically towards the dust storm (accompanied by a terrible synthesized footstep sound)!

Animals are really silly, though cute. I always feel like I'll run into animals in danger at crucial moments. Maybe I should go and pray to them?

"Don't go near that area!"

Yukinoshita was about to chase after the kitten.

I immediately grabbed her hand, and her soft little hand was squeezed into a ball in my hand.

"Don't go near the snow!"

"Let me go!"

She turned around and glared at me.

I grabbed her hand and pulled hard, bringing her face right in front of me.

"Go into the school. I'll save the cat."

"But you're not wearing any clothes."

"This isn't just about not wearing clothes."

I straightened my back. "My skin is enhanced by an abundance of male hormones."

Hearing this amusing joke, her lips didn't even twitch. Not only that, she lowered her gaze, bit her lower lip, and wore an expression that seemed to suggest regret or the suppression of some emotion.

"You're so silly. All you ever do is make jokes like that..."

"Yeah, I'm stupid. A little bit stupider than you."

Honestly... I wonder who was the first to want to save the kitten.

I jogged towards the school building under the snow. Only after watching her leave did I run after the kitten.

The wind grew stronger, and the flying sand left a stinging pain on my skin, like needles.

"Hey—come here. It's dangerous."

I tried calling the cat over while it was sitting on the ground, but the problem was that the kitten glanced at me and rushed towards the center of the dust storm—the "Dragon's Nest" in Sky City.

This guy... is even dumber than me. Okay, cats are just a higher-level version of NEETs.

Continuing forward is too terrifying. However, I have no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh! The wind spirit is playing a trick on me!"Final Chapter! "

I roared as I charged into the whirlwind.

Everything was dark. The swirling dust blocked out the sunlight, and the sound of the wind drowned out my hearing. I couldn't breathe, and the pain in my skin turned into a sharp, stabbing agony.

I felt something touch my foot, and slowly squatted down to cover it with my hands. The tiny body beneath the fur was trembling.

The cat was just scared away by me, but now it's completely at my mercy. Perhaps it hasn't truly let its guard down around me. But in this strong wind, it's better to let down my physical defenses than my mind.

I curled up to protect the cat. I could barely feel anything, only the warmth of my hands.

After a while, I realized the wind had stopped. My ears felt strange from the lingering sound, and my skin stung intermittently; all I could perceive was the surrounding light.

I lay on my back on the ground, holding the kitten in my hands to my chest. Upon closer inspection, it was a beautiful white cat. I wondered whose cat it was.

"Are you alright?"

The cat licked my face, probably in response. It tickled, but felt nice.

Cats are so great. They're so cute even without jobs. If I can't be a full-time househusband, I want to be a cat.

"Hikigaya-san!"

It rushed over from under the snow.

She squatted down next to me, observing my expression.

"You're being too reckless."

"But this guy is saved."

I placed the cat in her hands. She held it in her arms with slightly stiff movements, stroking its back with an unprecedented tenderness. I looked at her and asked:

"Hey, Yukino, does our promise still stand?"

"Um."

She rubbed her cheek against the cat and nodded. "Because I don't yet know what the important thing you're going to say is."

"Oh, that's it—"

A lovely voice interrupted what I was about to say.

"Hachiman, are you alright?"

Turning my head, I saw Totsuka running towards me from the direction of the school building.

Cats are cute, that's true, but Totsuka is amazing too. I really want to be adopted by Totsuka, either as a cat or a househusband.

"I've witnessed Hachiman's courage in standing up for his cats, a true animal lover's spirit!"

Timber Stand came running over with thumping footsteps. Hopefully, this guy got blown to the other side of the rainbow by a real tornado.

Just as I was thinking, "No one should be calling me anymore," I heard a woman's voice calling out, "Milk!" I instantly wondered when I had acquired the nickname "Milk."

"Milk, so you were here all along."

Hearing the sound, the kitten leaped from Yukino's grasp and pounced on a voluptuous, married-looking woman. Her jeans were stretched taut. Before the invention of elastic jeans, one wonders what people like that wore.