My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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If that's the case, then what are we?

DB Bonus: High School Grade 3 New Chapter 2 Illustrations

DB Bonus: Senior Three Chapter New 3 Interlude - That was the only one she knew.

The online translation is from Baidu Tieba

Image source: @Labmemo

Translation: @MOR-MAU

A nostalgic atmosphere returned to the Service Department's room.

It was a dull, hollow, and chilling atmosphere that I had felt somewhere at some point.

That was a time of time, like a gravitational vortex, that we had experienced many times throughout the year.

He and she went out to eat the day after school.

The delicate aroma of black tea wafted gently through the Service Department's room, replacing words in its wake. The steam was warm and fragrant, yet only soft sighs echoed within.

In the suffocating silence, I first glanced to the right, then to the left. My gaze fell upon chairs that seemed even further away than yesterday.

He and she were sitting in the chair.

She would lower her head frequently while reading quietly.

She usually stood ramrod straight, her posture so beautiful it was mesmerizing, but today her shoulders slumped slightly. With each page she read, she would quietly shift her gaze, running her fingertips along the rim of her teacup, staring at the water's surface as if searching for something.

He appeared distracted as he read, his brow furrowed.

Normally, he would curl up, prop his face up with his hand, and rhythmically shake his leg while burying himself in his book. But today, he looked like an old man, holding his book a little further away and repeatedly looking up at the ceiling.

There was no conversation or eye contact between the two.

However, she would occasionally glance at him and slightly open her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't make a sound, only letting out a sigh that was so light it was almost imperceptible.

Although I felt he noticed, he didn't initiate a conversation. He only stole a brief glance at her when he pretended to stiffen his shoulders and slightly twisted his neck. I vaguely recalled this as a common occurrence in the classroom during second grade, and felt a slight pang of nostalgia for it.

At times like this, he is definitely not reading at all.

He probably thought he was calmly reading the book the whole time, but to me it was not like that at all. When he was reading a book that seemed interesting, he would smile slightly. When he was reading a book that seemed boring, he would make a disgusted mouth shape. And when he was reading a book that seemed difficult to understand, he would show a smug smile.

But his appearance today didn't match any of those descriptions, so I knew he wasn't reading at all. Although his eyes were on the book and he was turning the pages, that was all.

So he immediately lost focus, leaned back heavily in his chair, and let out a deep sigh of weariness. His eyes were more cloudy than ever before, staring listlessly at the ceiling.

He took another deep breath and scratched his head vigorously, as if clutching his skull. He looked as if he regretted something.

Whenever she caught sight of his movement from one end of her field of vision, her lips would tremble as if she cared deeply, but she wouldn't make a sound. Instead, she would shake her head as if she had given up and then lower her head again.

It's been like this ever since I came to the department.

Seeing their appearance, I immediately realized that something must have happened yesterday.

However, even if it wasn't me, others would probably understand.

Koya and Komachi glanced at the two of them, sighing softly as if they were in a difficult position.

Xiao Caiyu, who was playing on her phone, looked bored and occasionally glanced at the two people, pouting in dissatisfaction.

Komachi would sometimes smooth out the folds of her skirt, and sometimes she would put the hair clip in her bangs back in place, but soon she would listlessly lower her gaze and stare blankly at the paper cup in her hands.

Finally, their gazes slid directly towards me, as if pleading for help. Understanding their meaning, I could only offer an awkward, wry smile.

Yes, indeed, if you're not used to this kind of atmosphere, you really won't know what to do.

If it were a while ago, I don't think I would have been able to calm down like this.

Perhaps, I was just filling a void, conforming to an unimportant atmosphere, and chatting about topics that were superficial and tasteless, like taking a breath in the middle of a conversation.

I have been mindful of this all along.

Because I'm afraid that if I don't do something, it will deteriorate beyond recognition. Because I'm worried that if I don't maintain it, it will disappear without a trace.

I simply can't get used to the feeling of a space that makes me so happy, joyful, and happy gradually collapsing without me even realizing it.

Even now, I'm not used to it.

The warm, sunny spot gradually darkened, a chill began to rise, and then it disappeared in an instant.

Whenever I encounter such a moment, I am terrified, and meaningless words rush out before I can even think.

After all, this is all I can do.

I had never known that before.

What happened between the two of them, what they are thinking now, what he is considering, what she is thinking... and the air that flows between them, the silence, the meaning of not speaking.

All of this is something I don't know.

This has always been the case.

Although I could foresee it afterward, most of it was something I couldn't get involved in, whether it was the content of the conversation or the reasons why I thought that way, these were things they couldn't tell me.

However, I still dared to think, imagine, and speculate on them.

Even so, there are still things that I find hard to accept, extremely difficult, and infuriating, and that make me feel sad.

But I think I've already fallen hopelessly in love with this kind of thing.

The thought that "only I want to seriously understand him and her" and "I am the one closest to them" fills me with joy.

So now I no longer hate this stuffy air.

...If this were to be made public, Aya and Komachi would probably be both disgusted and startled.

As I imagined that scene, I glanced around and saw that the two of them seemed to be terrified by the atmosphere in the room.

Neither of them uttered a sound, but the corners of their mouths twitched slightly, as if they were about to let out a worried sigh.

Xiaocai silently and slowly moved her chair, then leaned back slightly and secretly put her mouth close to Komachi's ear.

"What happened...?"

After Xiaocai asked in a low voice, Komachi breathed a sigh of relief as if she had been saved. She quickly moved her chair and whispered something in Xiaocai's ear.

"Oh dear—, I heard it from Yang Nai-nee too..."

Komachi tried to whisper so that he and she wouldn't hear, but because of the position of her chair, I could hear everything clearly.

"I heard that during dinner, Haruno tried to probe their relationship a little, but her brother's answer was very vague... I guess Yukino was angry about that too?"

As she spoke, Komachi's brows gradually furrowed into a V-shape. Her previously swaying ahoge (cowlick) also slumped down.

"Even though he's my brother, he's hopeless. I'm ashamed to even talk about it..."

Looking at Komachi, whose words were full of apology, Iroha narrowed her eyes and pretended to be annoyed, then quietly agreed with Komachi.

"Ah—, I knew it... Xiaomi, anyway, pay me one belica first."

Note: Bellica, the virtual currency in Gambling Apocalypse.

"Hey, now!? How is Bellica going to pay...?"

Xiao Caiyu stretched out her hand and said, "I'll accept the consequences of my bet," asking Komachi for Bellica. I glanced at the nervous and wavering Komachi and let out a barely audible sigh.

really.

My prediction came true.

Stunned, adorable, embarrassed, used to it, troublesome, joyful, disgusted, amused, slightly sad, helpless—all sorts of feelings mixed together, I don't know how to describe them.

That's really typical of him and her.

Thinking about it this way, a slight smile involuntarily appeared on my face.

I thought to myself, "This is really frustrating." I also thought, "I just can't do anything with you guys."

Because, in the past, I always felt that this was something that couldn't be helped.

I knew that a long time ago.

There is a place I cannot enter. Although I have stood before that door countless times, I know I must not interfere. So I only peek through the crack and listen.

I knew that a long time ago.

I want to go inside.

That's all.

Therefore, things cannot continue as they have been so far.

"Alright! That concludes today's club activities! Let's go home!"

I slapped my hands hard, picked up my backpack, and stood up with great momentum.

then.

I stood in front of the door that I had been unable to open or even touch that day, and then, with an air of determination that I was about to break it, I swung it open with great force.

The doorknob, hooked between my fingertips, felt weightless and made an unusually loud creaking sound. The rattling of the door seemed to threaten to destroy the very air in the room.

A gentle breeze, tinged with the greenery of the courtyard, drifted through the windows into the corridor.

I inhaled the fresh air deeply, my bun swaying with the movement. Then I exhaled the stagnant, cold air that had settled in my heart.

Ok.

okay.

I can do it.

no problem.

Made up my mind.

With each deep breath, I repeated these words to myself, confirming them with myself.

Then, I finally turned around and looked back at the department office.

Whether it was Aya, Komachi, or him and her, everyone opened their mouths in surprise and looked at me with astonished expressions.

A short while later, everyone's expressions gradually changed. Their faces seemed to say, "What's going on all of a sudden?", "This is inexplicable", "Excuse me, what's going on?", "Are you alright?"

As if confused about what to do next, everyone looked at each other blankly, but in the end, all eyes turned to me.

Therefore, I smiled with delight.

They offered no explanations and made no excuses.

I'm sorry, but actually it's very easy to find a suitable reason to gloss over the issue, and it's not difficult to use roundabout words to steer the conversation away from the topic. But if I keep going around in circles like this and stay stuck in the same place, I'm sure I'll stop in front of the door again.

So I gently stepped over the sliding door's bottom track and into the hallway. I turned around and waved vigorously at them, signaling, "Hurry up and go."

So, Komachi, who had just been standing there dumbfounded, suddenly stood up with a click.

"Yes. Let's go home!"

"I should head back to the student council office now."

So, Xiao Caiyu sighed as if it was too much trouble, and slowly got up from her seat and picked up her schoolbag.

As soon as the two began preparing to go home, she murmured "yes," and he murmured in agreement.

After tidying up the tea set, closing the windows, and neatly arranging the curtains, everyone was getting ready to go home. Although Aya sweetly called out, "I'm leaving now—", she went back without doing any work and without batting an eye. Finally, after everything was tidied up, Komachi looked around the clubroom and inspected it.

With a click, the department door locked.

Judging by the opportune moment, I gently placed my hand on Komachi's shoulder from behind. The height difference was just right, so I felt that I might accidentally wrap my arms around her.

"Komachi, I'm counting on you for the key!"

"Um, sure, of course..."

As Komachi continued, "Because the club president is Komachi..." she looked at me. She tilted her head slightly in surprise, as if wondering why she had to say it out of the blue when it was already a routine.

However, after blinking, it seemed like they immediately understood.

"Yes, machi! I'll go return the key right away!"

Komachi twirled the key hooked on her fingertip in a circle while giving a perfect salute. Then she gave him a hard shove in the back.

"Hurry up, return the keys and hurry home! We still need to buy our things beforehand!"

"Oh, I see..."