My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"No, no!"

Komachi waved her hand in response to Tomioka-senpai, who bowed her head in apology. Wow—she's so polite to her junior, that's impressive. Her grasp of honorifics is amazing.

However, they are more trustworthy than those who immediately dump work on you. People who soften their attitude just because you're a classmate or a younger student are not to be trusted…

Komachi hummed a song as she took notes on the day's discussions and decisions, while Tomioka-senpai looked at Komachi's face.

"What's wrong?" After asking with her eyes, Tomioka-senpai seemed to hesitate for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Um, Hachiman-kun..."

Komachi shuddered at these words. Of course, Komachi inherited the Hikigaya surname, so her reaction was understandable. However, compared to that, if her brother were mentioned, Komachi would become frightened.

"What... what should I say... what did my brother do...?" Komachi was mentally preparing herself when Tomioka-senpai began to smile.

"You're quite the talker."

A statement that even the person involved would have to admit to has appeared! Anyway, he'll just interpret the deeper meaning of other people's words without question, and hearing this, he'll probably just say "Eh..." Thinking this, Komachi felt a little relieved. "Ah, I think so. If we're close, he can be quite talkative. But what he says is mostly useless stuff. That person is pretty trash, isn't he?"

"Ah, no, it's just that the feeling is different from the impression people give off."

Tomioka waved her hand hastily, looking somewhat troubled and breaking out in a cold sweat, but she didn't stop smiling.

Hmm—this reaction is quite novel… I don’t think my brother has many girls like this around him. It seems my brother’s sensor is reacting to Tomioka-senpai. That girl likes this slightly unreliable feeling, Komachi knows it all too well.

Komachi was fiddling with her ahoge (cowlick), and Tomioka-senpai started muttering to herself.

Are you dating...?

Who...who...who...who...? She couldn't bring herself to ask that. Even though Komachi hadn't done anything wrong, she was breaking out in a cold sweat.

From Tomioka-senpai's perspective, what are her older brothers like...?

Komachi certainly understands and comprehends this.

However, if we change our perspective and look at it from an outsider's point of view, we should have a different perspective.

When external perceptions change, perhaps the relationships around the older brother will also change.

The form of things is determined by the existence of an observer, like Schrödinger's cat. The one where the cat is put in the box. Ah, the one where hope still lingers in the box? In short, it's about the cat and the box. Putting the cat in the box.

The contents of the box could not be determined until it was opened.

Is it a cat? Is it hope? Or perhaps, they put the cat and hope in together? Or maybe the box is empty, and the lid has some boring thing written on it like, "Your bond is the real treasure."

However, only one person can open the box.

Only my older brother.

Komachi put her index finger to her lips and made a "shh" sound.

DB Bonus: Senior Three Chapter 5 3 If that distance and time were necessary for him and her.

After spring, the weather became even more pleasant. The refreshing early summer breeze swept across the playground, the most comfortable condition for the sports club members. Today was no exception; the soccer, baseball, rugby, and track and field teams were all crammed onto the narrow playground, which resembled a cat's forehead note, drawing invisible borders and engaging in group matches. Perhaps only the tennis club and similar groups could be more relaxed.

Translator's note: "Neko no ge" is a Japanese idiom describing a small amount of land.

I heard the newly appointed head of the ministerial council recently resolved a territorial dispute, but it seems that's only a temporary solution. Today, I heard all sorts of arguments everywhere because of the Ministry of Revenue's poor performance—complaining that he's too annoying and wondering why he's still alive. It's become a powder keg on the Fangzong Peninsula. If the Ministry of Revenue is assassinated, then the spark of the first gang war will be extinguished. All the gangs have welcomed new members, and with the competition approaching, they seem to be putting a lot of energy into their practice. Perhaps it was the sound of the brass band's horns that ignited their fighting spirit. I hope you will all fight peacefully.

I stood at one end of the field, arms crossed, like a Herodotus note, watching the soccer team from the sidelines. This made me look like a fan waiting outside the theater, or perhaps someone sent by a formidable rival school to gather intelligence. Clearly, this was a job.

Translator's note: Ancient Greek historian

I've been preparing and just arrived at the football club.

Having finally finished his group matches, Tobe wiped the sweat from his brow with his training vest and looked around. He finally looked up and saw me. He greeted me with a vague "Uh-huh!" and waved vigorously. While I was grateful, I didn't need to talk to him… I nodded to indicate that it was okay, then gestured with my chin to find the person behind Tobe.

Standing there is the head of the soccer team, Hayato Hayama.

Hayama was elegantly wiping away sweat with a light pink towel, seemingly given to him by the manager. Compared to Hubu, who was wiping his sweat with his training vest, the difference in treatment was too great… Hubu tapped Hayama on the shoulder. Hayama looked up with an annoyed expression, noticed me, and his expression became even more impatient. Even though we were far apart, I seemed to clearly hear his sigh. It must have been my imagination.

Hayama slowly walked towards me, ruthlessly wiping his head with a towel—a gesture rarely seen in Hayama. Beneath his slightly disheveled bangs, he squinted at me with an annoyed look.

"What's up? I'm a bit busy."

As he said this, he turned to look at the noisy soccer club. "Oh, that's perfect. I don't want to talk for too long, let's cut to the chase."

"It'll be ready soon. I need your help with something about the class reunion."

"A class reunion?"

Ye Shan, who had just been looking annoyed, was now surprised.

"Another topic that's completely unrelated to you."

"It's none of your business, it's my job."

It seems like people are used to hearing this, but Hayama doesn't ignore it.

"You mean, work? ...Was it Hina who pushed you into this?"

Ye Shan sighed wearily and helplessly. "Thank you for your understanding," I shrugged, conveying that sentiment.

Ebina-kun probably had this purpose in asking Tomioka-kun to join the Service Club. Forcing me to work also gets Hayama involved. One thing I still don't quite understand is why the Service Club (mainly me) is specifically assigned to organize such a highly exclusive event as a class reunion. Thinking about it this way, a feeling of "Hayama, you bastard!" inevitably welled up inside me. As a result, I also had to let Hayama take on some of the work.

To be honest, Ebina is definitely much better at this kind of thing than I am. Well, I don't understand Ebina... That person is really unfathomable...

My impression of Ebina is probably similar to that of Hayama, and I couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Well, there's no way around it. Since you've already done it, I can't refuse. I'll take care of contacting the guys."

"Oh, really? That's a huge help."

If Hayama were to make the contact, the number of participants could be roughly estimated. It's more effective to have someone with more influence make the contact than someone unknown.

Wow! Lucky☆! Just as I was feeling so happy, an extra smile appeared on Hayama's face, his teeth gleaming.

"After all, Hachiman probably doesn't know how to contact his classmates."

"Yes, nobody knows whose it is."

"You know at least one of them, right...?"

I readily spread my hands out, and Hayama frowned, letting out annoyed sigh. Ah, I didn't save Hayama's phone number, haha.

I laughed, intending to brush it off.

Ye Shan flicked his bangs and urged him on.

"Anything else? That's all, right?"

The place Hayama was looking at was the next training location the soccer club was preparing to go to.

"Ah, you should ask Tomioka for details. Basically, she makes the decisions, so just follow her instructions."

"Okay, I'm off then."

"oh."

After a brief business meeting, Hayama slowly walked towards the playground. Everyone was waiting for him to assemble. Perhaps seeing this, I called out to his departing figure.

"I'm sorry."

I thought the sound had been drowned out by the wind blowing up the sand, but it was actually quite clear. Ye Shan turned around and took half a step back.

The way he turned around and his posture were truly characteristic of Hayato Hayama. While it's unclear if this was the posture he originally intended, it's definitely Hayato Hayama's style.

"...Just bear with it for another year and do your job well."

Hearing me say that, Ye Shan blinked a couple of times in surprise, but quickly laughed heartily, his narrowed eyes carrying a dim light.

"Same to you."

He raised his hand slightly and took another step.

I didn't watch him leave; instead, I turned and left immediately.

We both knew the other wasn't looking, but we still slightly raised our hands.

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After returning from the playground to the teaching building, I saw Yukinoshita in the courtyard, holding a can of MAX coffee in one hand and an open paperback copy of *Yukinoshita* in the other. Wow, drinking something unusual...

She looked up abruptly when my leather shoes touched the sand.

"Is it over?"

"Ah, sorry to have kept you waiting."

No, it's good that you're working hard.

"Even if you didn't specifically come to monitor me, I would still do my job well, okay?"

Well, I'm never a very trustworthy person, so there's nothing I can do about it… I've reflected on it too many times, I chuckled self-deprecatingly. Yukino tilted her head slightly, smiling jokingly, as if to say, "What's wrong?"

"let's go."

As Yukinoshita said this, she closed the paperback and put it in her bag. She held her MAX coffee in both hands and took small sips.

"Oh no, there's no need to rush." ​​I didn't say it directly, but instead prepared to sit down next to Yukinoshita. She noticed this, moved her bag aside, and made room for me to sit down.

I felt much better after sitting down on the bench, looking at the sky, which was divided into squares by the surrounding school buildings. Although the days are getting longer, it was already late in the evening.

The passage of time is not only reflected in the sky, but also on the ground. Most of the plants in the courtyard are no longer flowers but leaves. The gradually slanting evening sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, and the sea breeze occasionally blows, rustling the leaves.

These subtle changes also made the distance between us slightly different.

"What did you say to Hayama-kun?"

"Have him help with the class reunion. You see, if I try to contact people within the class, I probably won't be able to get anyone. Only the popular panda can do this kind of thing."

I curled one corner of my mouth and smiled mockingly, while Yukinoshita shrugged jokingly.

"I don't think it's that cute."

"Yeah, he just gave me a really good dressing down."

Thinking back on it carefully, wasn't what that guy said pretty harsh? The sarcasm was chillingly high; I would have let it slip by if it weren't for me. I'm not even suitable to ask someone to help organize a class reunion... Thinking this, Yukinoshita smiled gently.

"It seems like Hayama-kun has been really put through his paces lately by his older sister. Why don't you just listen to what he has to say?"

"Oh...well, if you can help me block her, then I'd be very grateful..."

Please continue to be active as the guardian of the Makuhari Breakwater... (note)

Translator's note: The original word for "block her" is "風よけ", which literally means to block the wind.

As we were talking, Yukinoshita almost finished her MAX coffee. She raised her delicate chin, revealing her fair neck, took the last sip, and exhaled contentedly. Then, as if to say "Thank you for waiting," she nodded at me.

Then, we stood up almost simultaneously.

"Let's go... I'm so hungry."

"Yes. I've been looking at pictures of food, and I'm starting to feel a bit hungry too."

As Yukinoshita said this, she rubbed her hands near the buttons of her coat. This was a very friendly gesture for Yukinoshita, who was usually so poised and elegant. I felt like I had seen something I shouldn't have, and I quickly looked away. Because of this, it became easier for me to speak.

"...Where do you want to go? Like, a bakery or something."

For me, that was a very diligent and clever way to invite him. My heart was pounding, my hands, which were in my pockets, were sweating, and my throat felt dry and sticky.

Upon hearing what I said, Yukinoshita stopped abruptly, her gaze darting away before she smiled, seemingly troubled.

"Sweet things...are a bit..."

"Oh, I see. Well, next time is fine too..."

I said this in a slightly hoarse voice, nodding slightly to try and smooth things over, trying to appear calm. The timing wasn't good... For Yukinoshita, who has a small appetite, the high calories of MAX coffee were probably already quite filling. Yeah, that's right, even though I tried to accept it, oh dear, it's so incredibly embarrassing! I couldn't hide my wavering, and in my panic, I quickened my pace.

However, as if to stop me from leaving, a slight force tugged at my sleeve.

"What's wrong all of a sudden?" Still shaken from her earlier moment, Yukinoshita turned her upper body, lowered her head, exhaled deeply, then raised her head, brushed the hair that had fallen across her cheek with her fingers, and whispered with a soft and shy tone.

"...So, shall we go get some ramen?"

"Oh, oh... Ah, I'm okay..."

Faced with this sudden situation, the warmth emanating from her sleeve, and her gentle smile, I could only utter a few vague words. However, I at least nodded vigorously to show that I understood.

Seeing me nod, Yukinoshita breathed a sigh of relief. I was so nervous; I didn't quite hear what she said in her soft voice, but in response to that emotion, she gripped my sleeve even tighter. What's frustrating is that neither of us seems to know how to politely invite others. We can manage most things smoothly, but this is something we're completely inept at.

Perhaps it will be possible to do it more naturally in the future. Perhaps it will be possible to proceed smoothly without thinking.

However, I'm starting to realize that it's actually quite nice to stay this way forever.

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I stroll along the road from the school to the station.