My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"Speaking of which, you've started using LINE now?"

"Ah, I guess so."

Perhaps to keep the wait from getting too boring, Yui spoke up. Her gaze remained fixed on the distance. I, too, looked up at the moon and whispered.

After I answered, I was patted on the shoulder several times.

When I turned around, I saw Yui Hama take her phone out of her coat pocket and hand it to me.

"Um"

"Eh?"

"What...?" I tilted my head slightly, looking at the phone. Yui pouted in dissatisfaction and continued to explain.

"That's why I said add you as a friend."

"oh oh……"

I have absolutely no idea why she said "so..." How do you use conjunctions like that...? Thinking this, I started using my phone to show her the QR code. She quickly added me as a friend, muttering "hey," and sent me a barking puppy emoji.

Yuihama continued humming a song while operating her phone.

"How about I create a ministry group?"

"Sure... Come to think of it, isn't there one already?"

I remember Yui once created a group chat that included Yukinoshita and Isshiki. When I said that, Yui paused for a moment.

"Yes, there is... but that's only for girls."

She explained casually, as if to say, "Isn't it natural for girls to have their own groups?"

"Wait, won't that lead to bullying? Is that okay?"

"No problem, no problem!"

Yuihama chuckled happily, reaching for her bun hairstyle.

"Eh—, are you sure it's okay? Do those girls' groups say things like, 'That guy was really awful today lol'? Will they post screenshots of our chats and say, 'What is this person saying that's hilarious?'?"

When I casually asked that question, Yui immediately looked away.

“…………”

silence.

Silence. A serious expression accompanied their silence.

Although I knew Yui could be difficult at times, this was the first time she'd ever been this unpleasant. It was terrifying… I was speechless for a moment. Yui, however, chuckled softly. She continued to giggle quietly and even patted my shoulder.

"Just kidding, just kidding. We would never do that kind of thing on LINE."

So you've done it elsewhere, right? But I was too afraid to ask. I chuckled awkwardly a few times, and just then, the phone I was holding vibrated twice.

I quickly looked over and saw it was Yukino's reply.

There were only two words on the screen.

"learn"

This sentence was too simple; it would probably say something else later. I kept staring at the phone screen. However, even after swiping down the screen, the phone didn't vibrate again.

"You replied?"

Yuihama tilted her head and asked, and I nodded slightly.

"Yes, she said 'I understand'."

"that's all?"

"yes"

I looked at my phone screen again, and there were indeed no new chat windows. So that's the end of her reply.

I frowned, staring at my phone, unsure of what to reply. Yui laughed.

"It feels like it has your style."

Well, if you put it that way, that's true.

I shrugged with a wry smile.

However, Yuihama had already told Yukinoshita about this beforehand, so whether I contact her again or not probably won't make much difference. As for Yukinoshita, she already knows, so there's no need for her to add anything more to me.

If that's the case, why does it take so long to send those two words? But then I thought, it took me just as long to send a single sentence, so I have no right to criticize her. As proof of my long-standing annoyance, my phone screen is now covered in fingerprints.

Yuihama suddenly stood up, straightened her skirt, and looked at me.

"Let's go then."

"……oh"

I looked at my phone screen again, and there were indeed no other replies, so I vigorously wiped my phone with the sleeve of my school uniform.

How long did it take her to pronounce those two words?

No matter how much time you spend, how many words you come up with, or how much effort you put in, it just doesn't feel like it can be truly conveyed.

DB Bonus: Senior Three New Chapter 4 Interlude. He was unaware of the many struggles he faced before sending it.

The bus was moving slowly.

Some time had passed since get out of class ended, but it was still a bit early for club activities to finish, and a delicate moment for leaving school. The bus was sparsely populated with passengers.

Normally, most of the passengers on this bus seem to be students from our school, but now that the rush hour has passed, there's a sense of loneliness. The passengers are scattered across the seats, making it seem even more deserted.

During the morning rush hour, the bus is usually over 100% full, incredibly chaotic and noisy. But now it's so quiet that even coughing feels like a sin. Stopping at a red light, looking out the square windows at the scenery feels like being in an art gallery.

However, the instant the car entered the shadows of the apartment, the landscape painting that had just depicted a sunset transformed into a somber portrait. The figure serving as its model wore a gloomy expression, his shoulders slumped limply.

His expression was terrifying.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but laugh; the expression of the person in the painting was also distorted.

When I saw her off after school, I thought I should smile more easily, but my expression back then was probably similar to what I'm showing now.

Or rather, my expression is naturally gloomy. Objectively speaking, my appearance can't be described as gloomy. You'll understand when you see an older sister who looks similar to me. It's something quite different from the cheerful expression that represents destruction, hedonism, and decadence.

So, the expression reflected on the glass now isn't from my appearance, but from my heart.

That is to say, my unease.

He felt both uneasy and relieved, his chest filled with a mixture of jealousy and joy.

Humans are such contradictions… I gently shook my head and brushed the hair that had fallen beside my face with my hand. My fingertips inadvertently touched my cheek, and I realized that my expression wasn't as stiff as before.

He placed his hand back on his knee and gently stroked the hand she had held.

This is probably necessary for us.

On the day winter ended, a wall appeared between her and me. Perhaps it was just something I created without my consent.

It was like an invisible membrane, completely imperceptible and without any sense of incongruity, yet it undeniably separated me from her. This made us hesitate, no longer touching each other, words stuck in our throats, and even looking at each other became difficult.

But when I touched her hand, that wall broke down. After carefully holding her hand, I felt the warmth of her hand.

Seeing her face to face again after so long, she was indeed very cute and lovable. From the bottom of my heart, I didn't want to lose her.

That is why we should find a suitable form for this new relationship.

The word "friends" is not enough to describe our current relationship.

They are closer, more contradictory, more loving, more conflicted, and more understanding. Although they are currently twisted as if they are about to collapse, they will definitely not separate and will remain in a form like stone.

Reaching that level will definitely take a lot of time.

Therefore, she—my friend, Yui Yuigahama—took the first step.

So I was able to watch her leave with a relaxed mood.

It was a genuinely cheerful, hearty, and straightforward smile. Really... really...

The words in my heart began to fall apart, and eventually disappeared. The remaining words turned into a sigh.

After pressing my head against the glass window, I sighed again, and the glass instantly fogged up.

I have absolutely no regrets about supporting Yuihama. On the contrary, because of it, the knot in my heart that had been there for a long time has disappeared.

But the sighing continues until now because the unease in my heart still cannot be dispelled.

I didn't ask Yuihama what she was trying to say, and I have no right to interfere. I also have no way of knowing how she would feel if she heard those words. Even if I did know, I wouldn't know what to do.

What exactly are we?

The bus passed one or two stops, and the setting sun receded further and further away from the sea as the bus gradually drove into the night.

When we reached the overpass that crossed the national highway, the engine noise suddenly increased, and my phone also vibrated.

I slowly straightened up from the window and took my phone out of my coat pocket.

As soon as I turned on the screen, my eyes widened.

The communication software only displays one sentence.

Seeing such a dull and unromantic sentence, I was stunned for a moment. Or perhaps I should say I was shocked.

There was clearly no need to say it out of the blue.

I smiled wryly and sighed unconsciously.

Thinking about what I should reply, I started moving my fingers.

There are many kinds of emoticons, and many emojis I haven't used yet. Regarding yesterday's thanks, the apology for the awkward atmosphere in the club today, the promise to have a proper conversation with me and Yui-chan, and the hope to listen attentively to Yui-chan, there's no need to worry about me today; I want to have a good conversation with you again later. Also… to make our conversation easier later, let's find some other topics… preferably topics he'll be interested in…

As I pondered this carefully, I suddenly realized that I had already typed nearly forty lines.

I stared at my phone, carefully examining the message I had just read, and couldn't help but tilt my head.

...Wouldn't it be easier to read if I sent it out in several parts?

No, that's not right. It's not this.

Although there is still a lot I want to say to him, I feel embarrassed to send him such a long message right now, since he is with Yuihama.

Moreover, if Yuihama were to see these words, I'd probably be so ashamed that I'd want to skip school tomorrow.

We need to stay calm.

You shouldn't be too excited, nor too depressed; you shouldn't be too forceful, nor too submissive.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down to read it again. But the more I read, the more ashamed I felt. No, this won't do. If I were in my own room, I'd probably be so embarrassed that I'd bury my face in the pillow and roll around in bed.

I kept pressing the delete button and deleted all those words in one go.

The goal is to reorganize the language into the most concise form.

"Okay, don't worry about me."

Is that alright? I wasn't very confident, so I checked it again.

Saying "I know" still feels like it implies concern. It's like being condescending, making people wonder, "Who are you?" It would be embarrassing to say something like that when you don't really know. And saying "Don't worry about me" feels a bit strange... If you deliberately say that, then aren't you the one who's really worried about me?

Delete all of these. Okay, I'll delete them.

However, this leaves me with nothing to say.

First, write down what you absolutely need to convey to the other party. I straightened my posture and straightened my back.

I already know what he was talking about.

I accepted what she said.

If that's all you need to convey.

"learn"

Just two words. Just write those down and press the send button.

There's actually more I want to say, more I want to convey to him. But it's impossible to convey it all to him at once.

So let's start with these two words.

Starting with just two words, gradually increasing and accumulating, one day I'll send those two words again.

So let's start with these two words.

DB Bonus: Senior Three Chapter 4 8 As the sun continued to set...