My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"Um, well, every day it's a little..."

Yui leaned forward excitedly, while Yukinoshita pulled back. However, Yui continued to lean forward.

"Because I'd worry!"

"Huh, worried?...Huh? What are you worried about?"

Seeing Yuihama's smiling face, Yukinoshita seemed at a loss. Her usually sharp and bright eyes now darted left and right.

Your gaze is a bit too unfocused... Just as I was getting worried, someone tugged at my arm from the side.

I leaned closer, and Isshiki immediately came over to whisper something to me.

"Senior, do you want me to translate this conversation for you?"

"No, no need. Or rather, please don't, okay?"

Even if she helped me translate, my understanding of female English wouldn't be enough to judge its accuracy. Female English is just too profound. If you want to delve into English, you can use an English-English dictionary; it's about time a female-female dictionary was published. Female English is really difficult.

To study this language abroad, I think I'd better go home, take a shower, and get some sleep. I'll ask Komachi for a one-on-one lesson while I'm having dinner. Yes, that's what I'll do.

Okay, let's go home... I was about to stand up, but Isshiki was still holding onto my sleeve, so I couldn't move... It wouldn't be good to shake off her hand. I had just thought that.

She suddenly let go, then took her phone out of her uniform jacket pocket and sighed deeply. Her expression was inexplicably melancholic, which bothered me.

"What's wrong?"

Isshiki simply shook his head and smiled, as if he had come to terms with something.

"I should go back now."

"Whoa whoa."

Isshiki quickly got up. Just as I was wondering, "What is this person here for...?", Isshiki called out to Yukinoshita before leaving.

"Ah, Yukino-senpai."

"W-What is it!"

Yukino, who had been pestered by Yui, responded with lightning speed, as if she had found a savior. She had never seen Yukino so agile before…

"Could you please provide me with the complete information about the joint ball?"

"Yes, yes, that's possible..."

Yukinoshita was a little confused; she only got halfway through her sentence, but the rest was obvious. Faced with the unspoken implication of "What are you going to use it for?", Isshiki quickly answered.

"I think if we're going to hold a joint dance in the future, it would be better if the student council managed the materials."

"That's true."

That joint dance was ostensibly organized by a few of us on a voluntary basis. Of course, we also had the help of student council members, including Isshiki, but the organizers were us volunteers and Tamaki and the others from the beach community. Originally, it was just a one-off project, but if it were to be turned into a regular event, it would be best to let the student council manage it.

"...Yes. Then take this document first."

Yukino thought for a moment and handed over the folder she had taken from the cabinet.

"I'll organize the detailed information in the next day or two, is that alright?"

"Ah, the details aren't urgent. We'll see when it's convenient for you, senior. Just a summary will do."

"Really? But since I have to tidy it up anyway, I'll finish it as soon as possible now that I have some free time."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Yukinoshita quickly tidied her desk, took out some documents, and placed them on it. Her straight back and energetic demeanor made it hard to believe she was the same person who had recently been driven to despair by Yui. Both perfectly suited Yukinoshita's image; equally admirable. Hmm, admirable… (This feeling is like that of an otaku so charmed they can't speak).

"I'll help too."

Yui Hama also held a laptop in one hand, deftly sorting through the documents. Komachi looked at the two who immediately began working with admiration.

"Oh, a dance...that's great...treating this kind of event as work, it really has the feel of a service society."

After hearing this, Isshiki bent down slightly and brought her face close to my shoulder.

"The senior has ruined Xiaomi's impression of the Service Club."

"Huh...was it my fault...?"

Because she suddenly got so close, I reflexively leaned back, cleared my throat to cover it up, and glanced at Komachi.

"Komachi, these kinds of activities are usually the student council's job. We're just contractors or outsourced staff at best."

To give an example, it's the difference between "production company" and "producer" in the animation industry—I wanted to give an example that would be easy for the average person to understand, but I was interrupted by a chorus of sighs.

"We're not just about organizing events..."

Her tone was ambiguous, a mix of weariness and helplessness. She seemed to be thinking, resting her chin on her hand as if trying to recall something. Then, glancing at Komachi, she gave a gentler smile than usual, exuding a touch of older sisterly charm, and said:

"...If you're interested, Xiaomi, would you like to come and take a look at the student council office? You can get a feel for the atmosphere."

"Komachi isn't going. It's alright."

My sister answered immediately, her attitude extremely cold. She shook her head repeatedly and even waved her hand in refusal. You were clearly so interested just now…

"What's wrong with this guy... Xiaomi is such a strange person..."

"This part sometimes sounds just like an autistic guy..."

Isshiki looked displeased, and not only Isshiki, Yuihama was also somewhat speechless. Even I was somewhat speechless.

"Uh, sure, you can go... Aren't you interested in student council activities?"

"But Komachi still has the service club to take care of..."

What to do… Komachi took turns observing my, Isshiki's, Yui's, and Yukino's expressions. She seemed a little hesitant. Yukino stopped writing, pressed her pen against her cheek, and smiled, saying:

"We'll take care of things here, so you don't need to worry. I'll let you know if anyone comes to us with questions or concerns."

"Is that so? Then, just for a little while..."

Yukino gave her a push, and Komachi jumped up excitedly. Isshiki beckoned Komachi over, pushed her into the corridor, and turned to us, saying:

"Then I'll borrow Xiaomi's rice."

She raised her hand in a pretentious salute, gave him a flirtatious wink, and closed the office door.

However, just before she left, as the door closed, I think I saw Isshiki grinning wickedly.

After Komachi and Isshiki went to the student council office, a while later...

It had been a long time since the service club had been just the three of us. The air was filled with the aroma of black tea and peach pie, and time passed peacefully.

Yuihama was happily typing on the computer; her humming and the sound of Yukino writing were soothing, creating a harmonious chorus with the sound of me tapping on the desktop as I organized files.

Just then, my phone vibrated, producing an off-key sound.

I thought it was a notification from a mobile game, but when I looked at my phone, it was a message from Komachi. I opened it and saw only a short sentence.

"Save Komachi..."

Don't worry! (Thump!) (Note 21)

I followed my impulse and stood up without a word. Perhaps because it was so sudden, Yui and Yukinoshita were startled, and the atmosphere instantly became awkward.

"W-What happened...?"

Yuihama asked nervously, and I gave a few perfunctory answers before rushing to the door. I opened the office door and turned my head to the side.

"It seems like Komachi is in a bit of a crisis. I'll go check on her."

They blinked a couple of times in surprise, then immediately smiled.

Take care.

"Take care!"

I listened to the warm farewell words behind me as I hurried to the student council office.

He was so anxious, as if he wanted to tear the four lines of the original manuscript apart, that he ran down the corridor. He couldn't write a single word.

Shortly after, I arrived at the student council office, knocked a few times, and then opened the door forcefully.

I have to catch up... I absolutely have to catch up...

"Komachi!"

The door opened with a loud thud, and I saw Komachi sitting behind the mountain of documents on the table.

She was crying as she struggled with what appeared to be paperwork. Her bangs were clipped back, a fever patch was on her forehead, and there were piles of energy drinks next to her—it was a heartbreaking sight.

"No... this isn't the Service Club Komachi envisioned... nor is it the student council... it shouldn't be like this..."

She grumbled as if casting a curse, then suddenly looked up when she heard the door open. Our eyes met, and her lifeless eyes regained their light, welling with tears.

"Brother, older brother..."

"Well, you look very energetic."

"Where... does Komachi seem energetic...? Are those dead fish eyes even necessary? They're probably unnecessary, aren't they?"

She cursed in a very low voice.

But I've experienced it firsthand. When work is truly overwhelming, it's not just this bad. When rushing to meet a deadline, I'll suddenly scream and bang my head against the wall. If I miss the deadline, I'll give up and go to sleep. When I truly miss the deadline, I've reached a state of nothingness. Nothingness. Nothingness where I wouldn't even notice if I hadn't eaten for two days. Emptiness.

Compared to those people, you're still pretty energetic! No problem, no problem! When you're tired, look at those who are worse off than you, and that'll give you a boost, right?

I was just about to give a few casual suggestions and leave when I suddenly heard the sound of the door locking behind me.

I turned around in surprise and saw Isshiki with a gloomy smile on his face.

"Hehehe, senior, I knew you'd come..."

"Isshiki... what are you going to do...?"

"If you push Xiaomi into a corner, she'll definitely ask you for help. Then your senior will definitely come... because he can't refuse Xiaomi's request!"

Isshiki, like a detective condemning a criminal, pointed at me and asserted.

"I can't refuse your request."

"Is that so...?"

She twirled a strand of hair beside her cheek, seemingly unsure where to place her outstretched finger, then quickly averted her gaze, muttering to herself. Her earlier imposing manner vanished completely, and she repeatedly murmured, "Is that so…?" Then, she suddenly froze.

Then she looked at me with her big, watery eyes.

"...Really? You usually refuse, don't you?"

I've been found out. But Iroha always uses various methods, so even though I complain, I still end up helping her. She put my teaching of "a little girl asking for a favor is cute" into practice, so I had no choice but to surrender. And this student is threatening me, holding a girl hostage—it's practically a crime.

"You don't need to do that. Just tell me and I'll help you out. Even if it's just a little."

"No, I just wanted to say... it wouldn't be right to bother you, so I wanted to at least give you an excuse."

If she were to take Komachi hostage again, I wouldn't be able to handle it. So I gave her a brief warning. Isshiki, however, gave a knowing smile and put her hand on her cheek, feigning cuteness. "Thank you for being so thoughtful..."

Never mind. No matter what, she won't let Komachi go if I don't help her.

I patted Komachi on the shoulder to comfort her.

"Komachi, you've worked really hard. Go take a break over there and watch me work. Leave the rest to me."

"Waaah... This is troublesome... I'll leave the rest to my brother..."

I remarked with a sigh, and Komachi stood up unsteadily, offering me her seat. I had just noticed how tired she looked when Komachi stretched, tore off a fever patch, and skipped towards the refrigerator that Isshiki had brought.

"Brother, what would you like to drink? We have many kinds of drinks here."

"……It will be all right."

That's right, as long as Komachi has the energy... even if Komachi wrote the script for this farce, as long as Komachi has the energy...

I took the coffee from Komachi, who was humming a song, and glanced at the pile of documents in front of me.

"So, what kind of job is this?"

"Carefully review the upcoming schedule and planned events. That previous ball completely disrupted the plans."

As she answered, Isshiki sat down next to me and took out the ball information she had just received from Yukinoshita.

"Oh……"

We caused them a lot of trouble regarding the dance, so helping to clean up the mess is what we should do, but I still don't quite understand.

"What about the other student council members?"

The dance is an informal event, so it's reasonable for us to organize it, although arranging events is usually the student council's job. But now, we can't see anyone who should be doing that work.

Isshiki let out a long sigh and pointed to the corner of the student council office.