My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"That's your personal experience? Which company?"

Her tone was unusually real, incredibly terrifying, making me reflexively ask her questions. However, Isshiki just smiled and wouldn't say a word. Hmm... I'm so curious... Could it be a club I know about...?

As I was lost in thought, Dazhi, who was also pondering something, suddenly spoke up.

"Literature clubs... Um, is Hikigaya-kun in the Service Club?"

"Hmm. Or rather, Komachi is the company president."

"Oh, I see... Oh... Ah, then—"

Dazhi was only halfway through his sentence. I knew what he was going to say next without even listening.

That's why I interrupted him.

"There's no need to rush. Let's think about it some more. Let's call it a day. I'm going to the restroom."

“Eh…”

While everyone was still in shock, I quickly stood up from my seat, stretched my shoulders, and gestured with my chin towards the corridor towards Dazhi. My intention seemed to have been conveyed correctly, and Dazhi also quickly stood up.

"Well, well, I'll take my leave now..."

"Ah, well, goodbye!"

As Daishi and I heard Komachi and the others saying goodbye behind us, we walked out of the clubroom. He probably wouldn't want to listen to me lecturing him in front of the women he likes, so I'll be a little considerate of him.

We walked down the corridor for a while, until we reached a place where the sound couldn't reach the office. I turned to face Dazhi.

"Are you really planning to join this club?"

"...If possible...from your brother's perspective, you really don't approve?"

Dazhi scratched his head and smiled shyly.

Indeed, I have something to say about men who get close to Komachi. Attempting to join the Service Club with Komachi as a target is absolutely unforgivable. But let's talk about that another time.

"...Let's put Komachi's matter aside for now; this is my experience as an older brother."

Upon hearing my opening remarks, Dazhi's expression instantly changed from his previous flippant smile.

Seeing his reaction, I was convinced.

That's why sisters who are obsessed with their older sister are trustworthy.

He will definitely understand what I'm trying to say.

"...Your sister won't be happy that your brother is worrying about you in that way, will she?"

"Haha, my sister will probably be really unhappy."

Dazhi laughed happily. It wasn't the shy smile from before; instead, it was a smile full of deep love.

"However, it's not like that. It's not because I'm worried about my sister, it's just that I want to repay her kindness... Besides, I think if I joined this club, my sister would be happy for me."

"Huh? Why?"

He looked refreshed, while I gave him a suspicious look. Dazhi grinned, giving me a playful nudge with his elbow. This guy is so annoying…

"Ugh—don't force me to say it, brother."

"Don't call me brother, or I'll kill you. I'm serious. Get lost and I'll contact you later."

I lost patience with Dazhi, clicked my tongue, shooed him away, and turned away. Dazhi yelled at me as I swaggered towards the bathroom:

"Thank you! I'm so grateful for your help!"

A hearty thank you rang out behind me, and I raised one hand and waved it impatiently.

Seriously, that's why having a sister complex is so difficult to deal with...

I followed my vow, went to the restroom, and returned to the office, where three women were chatting happily.

"But I can kind of understand what Taishi is thinking. If I had a younger sister, I'd probably think about these things too. Okay... I want a brother too!"

"Ah, I get it, I get it. It's something only children aspire to."

Yuihama and Isshiki were chatting excitedly, and I casually agreed and sat down in my seat. Komachi, who was all smiles, said something really offensive.

"Komachi doesn't want a brother, she wants a sister. She really means it."

"Ah—hey sister~ We can borrow each other's clothes and cosmetics and go shopping together."

"Great! Clothes and cosmetics are half price! Super high value for money!"

"I feel something's not right..."

The reasons varied, but everyone expressed their longing for their older sister. However, Yukinoshita, the only one present who had an older sister, seemed unable to find peace.

"Is that so...? I don't think my sister is as good as you all say."

"Excuse me, the person from Yukino-senpai's family isn't relevant. Could you please be quiet for a moment?"

"...Oh, I see."

With a cold and indifferent tone, Yukishita lowered her head.

I completely agree with Iroha's opinion, and what she said is correct, but couldn't you at least put it another way? For example, you could say it like this. I cleared my throat and demonstrated for her.

"Hmm, that person is a bit unusual, or rather, beyond the norm... they can't be judged by ordinary standards."

"Yes! That's right. That person is acting strangely."

She suddenly looked up from under the snow, a smile spreading across her face. For some reason, she seemed a little smug.

Oh yeah, this guy really likes Haruno... and her older sister likes her too. Although their love is so twisted, I just can't understand it...

Just as I was pondering the relationship between the Yukinoshita sisters, Yuihama brought up the topic with me.

"What about autistic boys? Don't you want an older brother or sister?"

"No. Those are my older brother and sister. It would definitely be something else."

"This statement, though seemingly saying nothing at all, carries an astonishingly persuasive power..."

I answered immediately, startled by the snow. It's so easy that the other person understood without needing to explain in detail, that's great…

"Indeed, the older brother might be a bit... well, but I think the autistic guy and the older sister would get along well... or rather, the autistic guy would get along well with someone like the older sister, hmm."

Yuihama puffed out her chest for some reason. Uh, trying to act like a big sister won't help...

As I thought this, Yukinoshita stroked her long, smooth hair beside me, revealing a smile that was more mature than usual.

"Indeed. You need to have the tolerance to accept your level of incompetence."

"Yes, yes, and the autistic guy loves my mom so much! He gets along really well with older people!"

"What are you talking about, you idiot? Nobody in the world dislikes that person. Everyone likes her! Enough already, I'm serious."

"I was scolded terribly for no reason! ⁉"

Of course I'd be angry! I love Hima-mama the most. So much so that I can't honestly express my feelings and I can't help but avoid her. Just as I was about to continue my long-winded discussion, I caught a glimpse of Yukinoshita with an expression of complete understanding.

"If we're talking about getting along well, my mother is just as good. She loves you very much."

"Could you please stop using passive language? And could you please stop releasing new information here?"

I still think Xue Ma is terrifying.

Yukino is quite scary too, and recently I've also come to realize that Yukino is indeed scary... Sigh, finding something scary doesn't mean I don't like it, but it feels so complicated. Is this the "fear of steamed buns" theory (Note 45)?

I'm more afraid of a cup of tea now... I reached for the teacup, and Isshiki, as if he had seen the opportunity, burst out laughing.

"But, senior likes younger men, right?"

Isshiki leisurely sipped his tea, while Yukinoshita began to ponder.

The definition of "year above, year below" is...

"Well, what other definition is there? It's just bigger or smaller than yourself..."

What is this guy talking about...? I was puzzled. Yukinoshita silently looked away and ran her fingers through her long hair. Her black hair covered her face like a curtain. However, I could glimpse her slightly flushed cheeks through the gaps.

"Is that so... If we're going by birth date... I'll tentatively say I'm younger than you."

...That's not true, is it?

Yukino stammered, probably suppressing her embarrassment, and tentatively said, "Unfortunately, that's not true. Because age is usually determined by grade level, right? No matter how cute your tone is, you and I are in the same grade, aren't we?"

That was close. I almost thought, "Indeed! She might be considered younger than me!" I was about to lose my composure... However, my relief lasted only a moment before someone else lost their composure.

"Looking at birthdays is too much, so what should we look at instead? Mental age! I think mine is lower! An autistic guy would be the older brother!"

"Uh, this theory doesn't make sense."

Unfortunately, my voice seems unable to reach you. Yuihama is repeatedly pondering what she just said.

"Brother, brother... brother... seems pretty good."

She spoke shyly, stroking her light pink bun, a happy smile spreading across her face. Her long eyelashes gently fell, her soft cheeks beaming with joy, her rosy lips repeatedly murmuring that word.

She kept repeating this, making it sound like the announcements at a FamilyMart convenience store, and I couldn't help but think, "...Could it be that I'm the older brother?" I shook my head to dispel the thought. No, no matter how I think about it, Yui's mental age is older than mine. You're so mature...or maybe I'm just too childish.

Yuihama seemed to realize something was wrong, and suddenly snapped back to reality, opening her eyes.

"Ah, I guess my brother can't do it."

I can only speculate on what she meant by those words, but I deliberately refrain from explaining them and instead express my own understanding of the principles and beliefs.

"Oh, oh... yes, yes... I don't need a sister other than Komachi..."

Thank you, my Lil Sister (Note 46). I didn't lose my mind thanks to you. My words, spoken in a broken voice, must have been very sincere.

Sitting opposite her, Komachi covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes glistening with tears, and she cried out in emotion.

"Brother... Waaah, thank you, even though it's a little disgusting. Komachi only needs one brother. Saying too much is too much for me..."

"Xiaomi is so mean..."

Komachi's words were so vicious that even Isshiki expressed sympathy for me. Komachi, however, seemed completely unconcerned.

"That's how my brother is to my sister."

"Indeed. To the younger sister, the older sister might be the same kind of person."

Komachi and Yukinoshita looked at each other and smiled. Perhaps it was a resonance only sisters could have. Their smiles, as if sharing a secret, exuded an atmosphere that others could not easily intrude upon.

"My little sister... is really amazing..."

"Really? If you have a younger sister, her attributes will overlap with mine, right? There will be so many younger women around, it'll be like a traffic jam!"

Yui gazed at the two with eyes full of longing, while Isshiki watched them worry unnecessarily. Uh, really, unnecessarily worrying… Don't worry, Iroha is only one… By the way, my Komachi is the number one among younger sister characters! (According to my investigation)

"Ah, Komachi just thought of something, may I tell you?"

"Of course. You're the company president, Komachi."

The voice calling her name, filled with trust, made Komachi tremble with joy and nod repeatedly. Her ahoge (cowlick) swayed with her movements.

"Alright, let's begin the strategy meeting now. Please lend Komachi your ears for a moment..."

Komachi deliberately waved to us. There were only a few of us in the office, but she seemed to want to whisper something... Well, this made it feel more like a strategic meeting. We looked at each other, couldn't help but smile wryly, and leaned forward to listen to Komachi's plan.

However, because everyone was huddled together, the breath blowing into my ears and the sweet scent tickling my nose made me restless, and I only absorbed about half of the important plan.

The operational meeting ended as it went in one ear and out the other.

Oh no, is everything alright...? I glanced anxiously at the others; everyone seemed to be listening except for me. That puts my mind at ease. The remaining two club members should be able to keep an eye on things, no worries!

"...I see. This method is very much in line with your style."

Yukinoshita nodded quietly, while Komachi scratched her cheek shyly.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. It's not a definitive solution, but a gentle approach that makes people feel more at ease."

"Yes. I think it's great!"

Yuihama smiled and patted Komachi's head. Komachi looked both pleased and a little embarrassed by their compliments.

"Not bad... although I'm not a member, so it has nothing to do with me."

Isshiki seemed a bit sulky, but she didn't appear to be dissatisfied with the battle plan. She glanced at me and Komachi alternately, a smirk playing on her lips.

"...You really are a lot like your senior."

"No, it doesn't resemble it at all."