My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"Did you save the milk?"

A voluptuous woman holding a bottle of milk in her arms asked me.

"Yeah, you could say that."

I sat up.

"Thank you. Although it's not much of a thank you gift, please do come to my house. I'll prepare a clean set of clothes for you. You can also take a shower if you don't mind. My husband is away on a business trip and isn't home right now."

"Hmm... this scenario can't be wrong..."

"I'm sitting here," he said through gritted teeth.

I stood up and brushed the dust off my clothes.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I have an important appointment with someone important to me later."

"Hikigaya-kun..."

Yukinoshita looked at me.

I smiled at her.

That's right, I have an appointment.

"Alright~ You two, let's go to the super bathhouse~!"

Then I rushed towards the wood-block base and the burial mound. I'm covered in sweat and sand, feeling really uncomfortable, and I really want to take a shower to refresh myself.

"Hmm. Then I'll refrain from drinking water for now and save my stomach for the coffee and milk I'll have after the hot spring."

"Let's go, let's go."

They were also very interested.

"The Hachiman Men's Festival! It's about to begin!"

The three of us walked out arm in arm, when Yukinoshita caught up with us.

"I'll listen to what you said is important next time."

She turned around, her expression returning to its usual indifference.

I'll tell you someday.

What I was saying halfway through was a really cliché line. So cliché that even I find it disgusting. If the person was Totsuka, a cat, or Chiba, I could easily say the same thing—well, two out of the three are animals. Totsuka is practically a bee too. Am I really a furry friend? Or the kind who can even accept insects?

"Someday? Anyway, it's probably just a casual agreement."

Watching her receding figure, Totsuka revealed a mischievous smile.

"Hachiman is leading the heavenly army."

"Me? Oh... Heavenly Soldier... Tonkotsu (Note 8)... Just talking about it makes me hungry."

The timber standman laughed out loud.

"After you take a bath, I'll treat you to ramen. There's a place I highly recommend."

"Is adding noodles included in the treat?"

"That goes without saying."

I shook hands firmly with the timber base.

Male friendship is truly the best!

We shouted "Rassera (Naked) - Rassera (Naked) -" (Note 9) as we slowly walked toward the Super Bath, the venue for the Men's Festival.

Also, I accidentally saw Yukinoshita's underwear when she squatted down next to me; that's a secret.

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1. The name of Nana Mizuki's solo concert.

The second reference comes from the movie "The Stingy God of Wealth". The protagonist, Skull, repents after being appeared by Christmas ghosts in the past, present, and future.

3. Chiba's mascot.

Note 4: Lowland gorilla is the English word for lowland gorilla.

One of the five traditional dishes of Hokkaido.

Six lines spoken by Vegeta when he created the moon in Dragon Ball.

Note 7: "Mr. Paris" is a synonym for executioner.

Note 8: The Japanese pronunciations of "Ponkotsu" and "Tonkotsu" are similar.

9. The shouts people make during the Aomori Nebuta Festival. "ra" sounds like "naked".

Short Story Collection 1: Yukino Side - Shogi is Really Fun!!!

Author: Mr. Sagara / Illustration: Yuki

That day, Yukino arrived at the Service Club office as usual, only to be greeted by a scene that defied description as "as usual".

Two unfamiliar men sat in the center of the office.

They sat facing each other across a table, their faces solemn, heads bowed in deep thought.

Looking at the table, I saw the most popular board games in Japan.

They are playing shogi.

"When did this place become a shogi club?"

Yukino sighed softly—at least she was controlling her volume—and the boy with glasses seemed startled, leaning back.

"Ah, ah, ah?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry"—the weak apologies, barely audible, fell on the floor of the community office.

"What did you say? I can't hear a word you said. Speak clearly."

Yukino replied gently—at least to her there was no more tender tone—making the bespectacled boy almost cry.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

He left the other boy behind and rushed out of the club office as if fleeing.

No one would do anything to him.

The fact that a simple question could make him panic like that is probably because the questioner's expression was too terrifying. Of course, considering that Yukino herself had a kind and friendly smile on her face, theoretically speaking, the bespectacled boy must have been hallucinating.

Playing shogi can cause hallucinations. How pathetic. This game should be banned by law.

Yukino shook her head sadly, then cleared her throat to compose herself.

"So, may I ask who you are?"

To be honest, she never intended to question the boy with glasses.

She couldn't help but sigh because another strange man sat there shamelessly and calmly.

It's all the fault of the man who's still staying in the office.

"It seems you don't intend to run away like him. May I ask what brings you to the Service Society?"

"...Uh, what?"

The man who remained, under Yukino's gaze, uttered a sound even more shameless than his expression.

He acted as if he owned the office.

So, from the very beginning, he sat here as if no one else was there, unlike the boy with glasses. All I can think about is the possibility that he attempted to seize control of the clubhouse through violence and establish the shogi club here.

Playing shogi is barbaric. It's terrifying. The United Nations should ban this game.

Yukino shook her head, bowing her face at the horror of the violent board game.

Her gaze fell on the man's indoor shoes, and she exclaimed, "Oh dear!"

"Upon closer inspection, isn't this Hachiman Hikigaya? You're here early today."

"...Don't rely on the names on indoor shoes to finally recognize someone."

Hachiman Hikigaya rested his cheek on his hand impatiently.

"I'm sorry, your face isn't very memorable. I'll try my best to remember it next time we meet."

"It's like treating someone you've never met before..."

"I hope this all the time."

"What a coincidence, I think the same thing every day. I could pretend we've never met right now."

Hachiman responded with sarcasm.

Several months have passed since I started my second year of high school.

She still vividly remembers the various requests they handled together as a member of the Service Club. Even though she didn't want to, Hachiman's distinctive deadpan gaze was impossible to forget.

Therefore, saying that someone's appearance won't leave an impression is a joke. Of course.

"Communications with friends consist of these unrestrained jokes," Yukino thought to herself.

However, Hachiman Hikigaya isn't her friend, so using him as an example is completely inappropriate. Why does this person act like he knows me so well?

"Let's not talk about that now, what exactly are you doing?"

"You'll see when you see it, it's shogi. Don't you know about Xueji Encyclopedia?"

"I know."

Yukino shook her head, her fingers tracing the shogi board on the table.

"Shogi, a game that requires brainpower, and the combination of Hachiman Hikigaya, a special human being, is something I simply cannot accept... I'm sorry. My ordinary imagination cannot compensate for your lack of intelligence, and it truly pains me."

"Don't apologize to my appearance with such an earnest tone..."

"I can't speak," Hachiman said weakly.

It has always been like this.

When Yukino talks to him, Hachiman always has a stern face like this.

It's almost like being impatient with a girl who uses chatting as an excuse to flirt with him—a girl who's more than a friend but less than a lover.

Of course, to Yukino, Hachiman Hikigaya is someone who's less than a human being and more than an acquaintance, so she's the one who should be impatient. Don't make her feel even more annoyed.

"That person came to ask us for a favor."

Hachiman said coldly, pointing to the corridor the boy with glasses had fled into.

"A commission..."

Yukino looked over and sighed softly this time.

I wonder if it was introduced by Hiratsuka-sensei again.

After resolving a few requests, the others seemed to have misunderstood. The Service Society isn't some magical box that spews out spells when opened.

"If the design included occasional rotting frogs jumping out, wouldn't there be fewer pointless consultations...?"

"I don't understand that sentence, but don't look at me like that, expecting me to do something."

"But wasn't it because you scared them that the client left without saying a word to me?"

"Could you please stop altering his memories so naturally? He seemed perfectly normal when he came to me for advice; it was your cold tone and attitude that scared him away!"

"There's no point in continuing. Instead, just tell me the details of your request."

"well……"

Hachiman looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.

He probably realized that nothing he said would make a difference. It proved he agreed with Yukino. To be honest, she didn't dislike the honest Hachiman.

But I don't like it at all. Don't misunderstand this part.

"You... never mind... it's just that he wants to change the atmosphere of the club."

Hachiman gazed into the distance and spoke in detail.

The boy with glasses is a real member of the shogi club.

Yukino was unaware that Soubu High School had a shogi club, but in most schools, shogi and go clubs use special camouflage to avoid being seen by women. That wasn't a problem.