My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"What are you talking about? You've been doing this every single time for the past five years."

"…………I don't remember."

"…………Same as right"

I was stylishly fighting an enemy called stomach acid rising from my throat, saying "Leave this to me, you go first... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..." The only thing that's been consistent with the old Tobu is that he still doesn't know how to read the room, and he's brought up another unpleasant topic.

"Because every year at the class reunion, you two always disappear together. Then you find some random reason and have a huge fight every time."

"...Just say you don't remember."

"...You should shut up now."

"Ask Hayato if he wants to cancel the class reunion next year, and he'll definitely say no. Hachiman too, if you don't want to come, you don't have to, but you obediently attend every year... Are you two like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?"

"I...I...I...it's because a lot of people are putting pressure on me."

I quickly interrupted her, joking that if Ebina accidentally heard this, she would excitedly ask, "Then who is the Weaver Girl?!"

"Really? I only pressured you for the first two years?"

Why did you choose this moment to say such things?!

Despite being completely drunk, Hayama made no attempt to hide his hostility and started provoking me. Yes, it was hostility, don't get me wrong.

No matter how you look at it, it's incomprehensible why they'd hold a second-year reunion, especially every year. There's clearly something wrong with the organizers. So, the host is... well, never mind.

Also, there seemed to be something resembling glasses flashing behind the telephone pole, but let's just assume that was an illusion.

"That's why even Hayato hasn't had any girls daring to approach him this year."

"...Is this guy just using me as a bug repellent?"

"You'd get a headache if other girls talked to you, right? After all, it seems like you're always under their surveillance."

"No, I told her myself."

"Don't you know? The longer you date that type, the more jealous they become, and the harder they are to deal with..."

"Okay, okay~ That's enough for now! We'll talk about the rest at the next place!"

At this point, the Ministry of Revenue, impatient with the battle that seemed to have no end in sight, insisted on intervening between us.

By the way, this kind of partying goes on until morning every year. From continuing the party at a karaoke bar, to continuing it at Saizeriya...

We, who don't see each other for 364 days a year, had only one day of argument.

I don't know how long this will last. No, I don't want it to last at all.

However, as long as our argument continues, this is the one guy I absolutely cannot lose to.

"Hayama, you actually like me a lot, don't you?"

"Wouldn't you feel uncomfortable if I answered 'Actually...'? So don't ask those kinds of questions."

"You told me not to ask this kind of question, so why don't you just deny it?"

Finally, I want to explain again that this story was written before the final chapter was released.

Therefore, people who hadn't established a relationship at that time wouldn't appear.

This is the possibility I hope will develop in this way.

Regardless of who "he" chose.

No matter what path "that guy" takes.

None of that matters; this is the possibility that "I" imagine.

Thank you for reading.

Finish

Short Story Collection 2 ONPARADE As expected, all I need is my little sister.

Author: Duhang

The wind blew through the corridor windows.

As I walked toward the office, I paused and looked out the window. The late-blooming cherry blossoms seemed to be lamenting the end of spring, dancing gracefully to bid it farewell.

April is already halfway over, and the season of gentle breezes is just around the corner.

My final spring in high school is drawing to a close. No, not just spring, but many things are about to come to an end. In less than a year, I will graduate from high school.

Less than ten months until the college entrance exam. Nine months until the general college entrance exam. Oh no, what's going on? Time is running out! I'm doomed!

Considering the exam, starting to prepare now is not too slow, and may even be too late.

My brain knows I must immediately open the textbook, but my body won't listen. Hehehe, I say that, but my body is quite obedient... How unwilling I am! Ugh, ugh!

However, even if my body is a stubborn and honest person, it's not good to not read a single word. Suddenly starting to study like crazy is too difficult, but at least I should prepare first.

So after school, before going to the community office, I would detour to the college entrance exam counseling office and collect the enrollment brochures from various tutoring centers.

Anyway, that club is incredibly boring. There's plenty of time to think, perfect for killing time... Should I use that time to study?

A normal thought flashed through my mind for a moment, but I dispelled it and grasped the doorknob of the student union office.

As I opened the sliding door, a familiar view came into view.

Yukino Yukinoshita was elegantly brewing black tea, while Yui Yuigahama took out pancakes from her bag and piled them rustlingly on a plate. Sitting opposite them was Iroha Isshiki, who wasn't a club member but was in the club office for some reason, her chin resting on her hand as she looked at her phone. Isshiki's presence was somewhat of an exception, but this scene was quite common.

The only obvious difference is that my sister, Komachi Hikigaya, is sitting next to Isshiki.

Komachi, dressed in her brand-new uniform, hummed a song as she wiped the table, put Yukinoshita and Yuihama's cups together, took out new paper cups, and worked diligently.

It seems the Service Club, under its new president, has begun operating with a new mechanism. Perhaps one day, the aroma of this black tea will be passed down, and Komachi will be brewing it. By the way, what is Isshiki doing now? A customer coming for tea?

At that moment, Isshiki heard the door open and turned to look.

"Ah, senior. You're so slow—"

She puffed out her cheeks to look cute, and I nodded casually, saying, "Yes, yes, I'm sorry," before walking back to my usual spot.

"Hey, autistic guy—"

"Hello there."

Yuihama waved gently, and Yukinoshita filled my teacup with black tea. I replied briefly, "Hi, thank you for your hard work," and pulled out a chair.

Just before Yukino placed the steaming teacup in front of me...

"Ah—Yukino-neechan, please wait a moment."

Komachi called out to her.

"Huh? W-what's wrong?"

Suddenly stopped, Yukinoshita seemed at a loss, and Komachi gave her a smile that was tinged with guilt.

"Komachi thinks it's too early for her brother."

"Hmm, hmm... Indeed, Hachiman might not understand the taste of black tea yet, but... it's not good to only give him lower-grade tea leaves..."

As she spoke, Yukino glanced at the tea leaves placed in the clubhouse.

"Hmm...it looks like cheap tea leaves prepared for my brother..."

Komachi's subtle expression seemed to say, "As expected of Yukino-neechan..." Well, to be honest, I can't really tell the difference between each type of tea, so Yukinoshita was right. In fact, I was actually a little touched that she specially prepared tea just for me.

"...It's not the taste, it's the temperature. Hehehe..."

"Temperature... ah..."

Yuihama opened her mouth wide and tilted her head, as if she had thought of something, and let out a sigh. Yukinoshita nodded at almost the same time.

"Yes, he's afraid of getting burned."

"You both got it right! Clap clap clap!"

Komachi clapped her hands with a smile, then immediately put on a serious expression and began to explain by shaking her fingers.

"Most people in Komachi's family are sensitive to heat, so they prefer to drink cooler black tea. Also, when drinking unsweetened black tea, it's recommended to pair it with sweets as a snack. If you can remember that, Komachi thinks it gets a high score."

"Is that so... I'll remember next time... No, I'll keep it in mind."

"Suddenly they've switched to using honorifics?! But I kind of understand Yukino's feelings!"

Yukinoshita nodded anxiously, clutching the tray to her chest, while Yuihama quickly straightened her back.

Isshiki, sitting opposite him, was startled.

"Xiao Mi is so scary, she's practically my aunt... This kind of thing is super troublesome, I don't like it..."

"Hmm... It's alright if Iroha-senpai doesn't need to remember, right? The Komachi family doesn't have any particular preference for PET bottled tea; it doesn't matter which brand! That's great!"

"No, no, no, I'll still make tea. Ah, Yukino-senpai, do you have any hot water? I'd like to give Mimi some."

"That's just scalding hot water! Komachi is afraid of getting burned, please stop!"

Komachi desperately tried to stop Isshiki from reaching for the kettle.

Ignoring the two people having a great time, I picked up the still-smoking teacup.

I don't care whether the tea is hot or not, or what kind of snacks it is.

My home is my home, and the community office is the community office. There are flavors you can only taste here.

I blew on the steaming hot black tea, sipped it slowly, and munched on the pancake.

"Yes, great. The tea and snacks are both excellent, so either is fine..."

I let out a soft breath and muttered something. Yukinoshita and Yuihama, sitting side by side, looked at each other and raised the corners of their mouths.

"...'Anything is fine' is the most troublesome thing."

"real."

They chuckled softly, while the other two sitting opposite them began to whisper among themselves.

"Here comes the affected dialogue..."

"Sigh, my brother has always been like that..."

They were arguing so fiercely just a moment ago, but now they're whispering secrets to each other, their faces expressionless, staring coldly at me. It felt strange, so like the Showa-era father opening his newspaper, I opened the cram school's enrollment brochure.

"Autistic man, what's that?"

"I just got it from the college counseling office. Do you want to see it?"

Yui looked over in confusion, so I handed her a few brochures, which she excitedly flipped through. Yukino also peeked out from beside Yui, pondering the words on them.

There are countless materials and brochures on the internet these days, but if you want to look at them with others and compare the differences, printed materials are still more convenient.

Isshiki and Komachi also reached out from across the table to show them, so I slid the brochure across the table. Isshiki glanced at it and said listlessly:

"Oh, I'm already preparing for exams. That's tough—"

"You seem so indifferent... You'll be having these same problems next year too."

Upon hearing this, a very serious voice came from next door.

"Yeah, I'm super annoyed right now too..."

I immediately looked to the side and saw Yuihama with a solemn expression, looking down at the brochure, and then sighing deeply.

"...What do I want to do?"

"This is a very heavy question..."

But, well, thinking about this seriously is very much in line with Yui's personality. Like me, I just think about whichever university I get into, that's where I'll go...

Yuihama groaned with a stern face, comparing the brochures of various cram schools. Yukinoshita, probably unable to bear it any longer, gently said to her:

"Choosing a school may not be directly related to your future career aspirations, so I think you don't need to think about it too much."

"Hmm, hmm... that's true... but I still find it annoying~"

Yuihama exclaimed "Wow—" and hugged Yukinoshita. Although Yukinoshita complained, "So close..." she still took out her laptop and started typing on the keyboard to search.

"Let's start by looking into the universities and colleges that Yuigahama misses..."

The two women stood shoulder to shoulder, discussing and researching information about the university. Komachi watched the scene with satisfaction, then suddenly turned to look at Isshiki.

"Does Iroha-senpai have a university she'd like to attend?"

"Hmm... It must be a famous university, right? Like 'Seigaku,' 'Sophia,' or 'Reikyo'?"