My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"That's good...because I wanted to spin around together."

That means, like this. Will this convey the message to her? I glanced furtively at Tomioka.

When Tomioka heard me say that, he opened his mouth slightly, clapped his hands lightly with his fingertips, and nodded vigorously.

DB Bonus: High School Grade 3 New Chapter 5 Illustrations

DB Bonus Chapter 6 (High School Special) 1. However, Hachiman Hikigaya's plan was delayed.

The online translation is from the Kingdom of Light

Image source: Aoba

Translation: Tsukijoin

Proofreading: Locking shared bicycles, checking for empty and scattered bikes.

Looking out the window, the trees are sprouting new green leaves, and the gentle breeze carries the fragrance of early summer. Every now and then, a gust of wind blows in through the open window, causing the curtains, which rise and fall, to billow like sails, bringing a sense of vibrant energy.

With the long holiday, commonly known as Golden Week, approaching, it's the perfect time to enjoy life. Along the nearby Tokyo Bay coast, crowds often gather on the shore, so you can often see people busy collecting tides. Alternatively, many people come to Kokiyama for hiking, picnics, and mountain walks. Furthermore, there are also tourists taking small cruises to Nin'emon Island.

In short, there are countless places worth visiting in Chiba Prefecture. Even a long vacation like this wouldn't be enough to make the most of Chiba. I really wish I had a seven-trillion-day long vacation!

However, although this holiday is long, please don't think of it as a holiday that's at least three days or at most five days. Please don't use overly strong definitions, as it might hurt people's feelings.

If a five-day holiday is considered a long holiday, then wouldn't people who rest for two days a week and work five consecutive days be working long shifts every week?

This is a labor environment where there are calls for reform of the work system, but no reform points can be found.

It also exists in this Department of Service.

My sister, Komachi Hikigaya, became the club president. The new Club of Service should have started afresh with the implementation of the new system, but now it still has the same two-day weekend system. Even though she is not particularly busy, she still has to attend the club room.

Even though the leader has changed, the organization's system will not change immediately; the current Service Department is a microcosm of Japanese society.

Whether in politics or business, if one middle-aged man is forced to step down due to negligence, another middle-aged man will immediately take his place...

One man falls, but behind him are countless others...

However, radical change is not always a good thing.

There are also examples in the world of people who cannot adapt to environments that change too drastically. That refers to a very lethargic symptom known as "May sickness."

So, in this way, in the unchanging days, while despising all kinds of foolishness in one's heart, one waits for the cherry tree to grow new leaves, and slowly feels the change of seasons in this way, perhaps it will be surprisingly pleasant.

Such subtle changes are also taking place in this activity room.

For example, the temperature at which black tea is heated.

For example, handmade desserts with an even higher level of flavor.

For example, the color of the hair clip used to decorate the bangs.

For example, there's this non-member student council president who's been coming to visit every day lately for some reason. Hmm—it seems like nothing's changed! Why does this student come to this activity room every day? Has she finished her work? I'm worried!

However, let's put that aside for now. Even this clubroom is no exception, changing little by little.

Yukinoshita quietly refilled the black tea, patiently waiting for the right moment to enjoy it. Yuihama excitedly took out the fragrant sweets from the paper bag. Komachi, panting heavily, energetically decorated her bangs with hair clips. While fiddling with her phone, she glanced at Komachi's forehead, then carefully combed her bangs with her hands.

These are subtle differences that you might miss if you're not careful.

While it may be as difficult as finding new dishes on a restaurant's children's menu, changes are definitely noticeable.

Even I, who was just observing, am undergoing some changes.

Just like last year, last month, or the day before yesterday and yesterday, I still hunch over slightly, propping my cheek with my hand, and staring at the text in my hand without changing my expression. But today, what I'm holding is not a ready-to-read document, but a brochure.

This is a colorful and fantastical Disney park guidebook, adorned with dreams and magic. Just looking at it on a regular day would be enough to lift your spirits.

However, I'm feeling quite restless right now. So, let's see how to make sense of this booklet...

As I pondered, I unfolded the manual and examined it carefully for a while. Suddenly, flaxen hair entered my field of vision.

"What is this?"

Isshiki tilted her head, gently tucking her disheveled hair behind her ear as she looked at my hand. Then, she exclaimed, "Ah, so that's what it is!"

"Tomorrow is the day for the hiking trip."

"...Ah, yes, that's why."

I subtly tilted my head forward, maintaining my posture, and looked at Isshiki in the brochure, giving a vague answer. Seriously, so what… even I started to complain. Fortunately, this overly vague answer wasn't questioned. Isshiki's attention was completely focused on the brochure. I have to thank the magic of Disneyland for attracting everyone's attention!

"It's quite nice, Disneyland..."

Isshiki stared intently at the manual, letting out a absent-minded sigh.

"No, it's just become popular recently..."

As I spoke, I looked at Yukinoshita and Yuihama and asked, "Right?" seeking their agreement. Just a few days ago, during Christmas, our Service Club, along with Isshiki and Hayama, went to Disneyland under the guise of researching for an event.

Yukinoshita and Yuigahama had both looked through the brochure, but they both looked up when I asked them a question. However, there was a hint of confusion in their expressions.

"Yes, that's right, although it was about half a year ago..."

"Whether it counts as recent is uncertain..."

Yuihama fiddled with her hair, which was tied into a bun, while Yukinoshita rested her hand on her temple, deep in thought. "No, even if it's only been half a year, it could be considered recent, right? Isn't that right? As far as I feel, it really is recent. If we're really going to argue, some people would even say seven or eight years ago was recent. Ah, yes, that's true. The older you get, the faster the years seem to pass! I've become an adult now."

Adults may say that a peaceful, uneventful day is essential, but they don't really understand what they mean. It seems that I am the one who understands the true meaning of it.

As I grumbled incessantly about my aging, Komachi, sitting diagonally opposite me, also began to groan in frustration.

"Komachi wants to go too..."

After muttering angrily, Komachi suddenly leaned forward, staring at the brochure as if she wanted to devour it. Seeing that look in my eyes, almost like a boy gazing at a trumpet displayed in a shop window, I had no choice but to give up the brochure. "I understand, okay, here you go..." I reluctantly handed over the booklet.

However, at that moment, Isshiki suddenly reached out and took the booklet with a "heh heh".

"I'm looking at it."

"That's right! I've seen it! I've finished looking at the past tense!"

Komachi clapped her hands and smiled broadly.

"Then, it's alright..."

"Phew," Komachi said casually, "That's great!" and "Oh dear!" as she slowly pulled the brochure toward herself, like beckoning a kitten. Meanwhile, Isshiki was pulling hard on it.

"Huh? What's wrong with this guy...?"

In response to Isshiki's resigned whisper, Komachi gave him a tense smile and bumped into him with her shoulder.

"Oh, can we watch it together if we want?"

"I already said I'm still watching. But watching together would be fine."

With a clattering sound, Komachi and Isshiki gathered their heads in front of the booklet, pointing here and there as they began to browse its contents.

"By the way, a new show has already launched!"

"Yes. I'd like to go see it too—"

The way they chatted like that, they seemed to have a pretty good relationship. As both an older brother and a senior, I felt very gratified... but this thought only lasted for a moment.

Komachi seized on Isshiki's words and chuckled.

"Ah—I'm going without any friends."

"Indeed... No, it's not that there isn't any."

Although Isshiki responded reflexively, the words she followed were spoken in a very soft voice. This overly faint, hesitant muttering revealed an odd sense of realism.

Even Komachi couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Her eyebrows furrowed into a V-shape, her shoulders slumped, and she looked up at Isshiki with worry.

"Sorry... Are you alright? Have you made any friends yet, senpai?"

"Don't ask such pointless questions! There are some!"

Even though Isshiki answered quickly, as an observer, this sentence reminded me of something... all the things that happened in this child's class last year, I always felt that it was really worrying.

However, the person involved didn't seem to take these things too seriously, always appearing nonchalant and casually avoiding the topic.

"By the way, little one, are you alright? Have you made any friends?"

The tone of the sentence clearly conveyed, "You, you haven't made it, have you?", but Komachi put her hands on her hips, grunted, and puffed out her small chest.

"Komachi has so many friends! She can talk to everyone about anything."

Hearing this, Yukinoshita, Yuihama, and I all nodded in agreement.

In fact, Komachi's communication skills are truly remarkable. Whether it's a first meeting or not, whether the person is older or younger, she can chat fluently about all sorts of topics. During a summer vacation in Chiba Village, even surrounded by older people, Komachi was able to communicate smoothly with them and speak intimately with Kawasaki Kyoka, the younger sister of a classmate named Kawasaki. Even more remarkably, she can boldly tease Isshiki, who is a year ahead of her. You could even say she's fearless. Komachi probably doesn't know, but Isshiki is known as the "leading princess" among her classmates… although that's just a misunderstanding! Because Isshiki is simply the world's cutest bad girl.

However, this world's cutest bad girl isn't called a bad girl. Although she doesn't call herself that.

Isshiki narrowed her eyes, snorted, and nodded with an expression of understanding. The way she nodded carried a different meaning than when I, Yukinoshita, and Yuigahama nodded. A sorrowful smile seemed to be playing on her lips.

"Ah—that type."

"Ugh. The tone of your voice is so strange. You're definitely talking badly about me."

A sentence muttered by Isshiki made Komachi frown in annoyance. Just as she was about to ask what the sentence meant, she moved closer to Isshiki step by step.

To avoid Komachi's questioning, Isshiki gently waved her hand and shook her head slightly in denial.

"Oh, it's not something bad."

"Eh~ Are you sure~? Isn't this quite vague?"

Isshiki pouted at Muji and pushed Komachi's face away, which was becoming increasingly persistent.

"Oh dear, it's just that explaining it is a bit troublesome."

"Hmph. If that's the case..."

Komachi crossed her arms, rested her hand on her chin, and adopted a posture of wanting to get to the bottom of things. Her sharp gaze was fixed on the other person; it seemed that an answer that wasn't thorough enough wouldn't be accepted by her. Isshiki probably noticed this too, and without any attempt to hide it, she grinned, revealing her annoyance at the trouble. Then she coughed twice and chuckled in confusion.

"Oh, how should I put it?...Because everyone likes me, it's actually hard for me to build closer relationships with others. We might talk to each other at school, but we never actually hang out together in private, like that?"

After saying that, he chuckled as if trying to get away with it, tilting his head dramatically. However, no matter how cute his words were, the content of his speech was completely undisguised.

This person actually said that... My Komachi is loved by everyone, she's the little sister of the world! I wanted to raise my voice and refute that, but even though Isshiki's comments on Komachi didn't pinpoint the root of the problem, they weren't far off, so all I could do was groan in a vague, negative tone like "Ugh..."

Komachi can get along well with anyone, even those she doesn't know how to handle. She's adept at maintaining a comfortable, pleasant distance with people. However, from another perspective, she doesn't make any effort to shorten that distance in order to build deeper connections with others.

As expected of Isshiki, who has integrated into the world of girls. She was able to accurately discern Komachi's personality, which took me fifteen years to figure out. Or perhaps Isshiki herself has had such an experience.

Komachi is a clever child who doesn't reveal too many opportunities to others. Even when we are on slightly different sides, there are always people who understand. As her older brother, I am deeply grateful for that.

Thank you so much...

That's the logic, but couldn't you have considered how you phrased it? This is seriously distorting people's understanding! Following the previous approach, it will inevitably lead people to think negatively no matter what...

In fact, Yukinoshita pressed her temples and shook her head slightly, while Yuihama also let out a wailing sound.

Seeing the person described in those words, they froze in astonishment, mouth agape. However, a short while later, Komachi moved again with a laugh, reaching out her hand with a trembling, helpless grip, as if grasping at a stalk of wheat.

"...Wait a minute. Why are you suddenly hitting my sore spot like this? You're not exactly a serious person, are you...?"

"So, I did consider how to express it."

Seeing Komachi deliberately making a crying face, Isshiki scrutinized her sharply. Komachi blinked two or three times at Isshiki's fearless expression, then let out a "Haa~" sound that seemed to carry a hint of admiration.

"Wow—this person is really amazing... Is this the tone you use after considering it...? Iroha-senpai is indeed amazing..."

"That clever child is truly remarkable. I've come to realize that again." Komachi let out a sigh that wasn't quite a sigh.

The breath carried a bitter smile, tinged with a hint of helplessness. Seeing Yui beside her, a sisterly smile appeared on her face, while Yukinoshita cast a look that was half helpless and half sympathetic.

"Her tone is indeed cute... but that's all it is..."

"If the words are too harsh, even the cutest appearance won't convince anyone..."

Haha! Yukinoshita used to be like that too! Her words were sharp, even biting. But saying that would steer the conversation towards things like cute looks, so I'll refrain. After all, she's not someone who cares too much about appearances…

Even though her words were harsh, it was precisely because of their unvarnished nature that they conveyed something meaningful. Perhaps the conversation between Isshiki and Komachi followed this pattern as well. Komachi, too, is someone who sometimes says hurtful things!

The two of them were now casually teasing each other, chatting about the contents of my brochure as if savoring a delicious meal. While their good relationship was a wonderful thing, I was still a little annoyed that my brochure had been snatched away. Oh well… even though the pictures were smaller, I'd just have to look at it on my phone… Thinking this, I was about to take my phone out of my pocket when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.

"Um?"

Turning to the side, Yui took out her brochure. This brochure was supposed to be given to every third-year student, so it seemed she had specifically taken it out of her bag.

"Oh, is that alright? Thank you."

After giving a slight nod, I reached out respectfully to take the booklet. Yui, however, deftly dodged my outstretched hand. "Eh...why...wasn't it supposed to be for me to read...?" I wondered. A moment later, Yui moved her chair around and sat down right next to me.