My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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My sister said this in a coquettish tone, leaning closer to me.

Frankly, it wasn't an embarrassing conversation that would be seen by others. Judging solely from the text, it didn't go beyond business communication. There shouldn't be any particularly hidden meaning in it.

--but.

"That's the last thing I want people to see."

I held my phone to my chest, turning my back to my sister and facing away from her as well. Then my sister wrapped her arms around me from behind and rested her chin on my shoulder.

"Oh, possessiveness?"

She suddenly whispered in my ear, and my cheeks flushed. The mere scent of wine was enough to intoxicate me. Because of this, I couldn't even bring myself to deny her.

"There's nothing to see, let me go."

After she let go, I angrily pushed my sister back, who seemed about to bite my neck. However, she then pushed me back with her unfair weight and tried to reach for her phone.

"Come on, come on, make a call, make a call. That way I can hear you too."

"Why does it have to be on speakerphone? That definitely won't work. If you want to chat, you can just message him. Besides, that only works if you know his account."

"Ugh, what an annoying way to put it~ Don't put on airs like that—are you showing off your girlfriend status—?"

"I'm not showing off."

"Oh, so you admit it about your girlfriend?"

For a moment, I was speechless after being told that. I'd been tricked. She'd deliberately pressed me to get to this point. Now, no matter how I answered, it would all be a question designed to forcefully lead to that conclusion.

She wasn't waiting for my response; she was preparing to lure me in.

This is a method my mother often uses. Honestly, why are all these people so troublesome, including me.

"...That's not what you're talking about."

Even if I kept talking to cover it up, my sister wouldn't let it go. She smiled with a genuinely happy expression.

"It's Yukino who didn't mention that, right—"

We bickered like this for a while, then wrestled and played around on the sofa.

Then, with a creak, the living room door opened.

I suddenly stood up and saw my mother standing there calmly. She held her fan to her lips with a smug look on her face, her sharp, narrow eyes looking down at us.

Although she didn't utter a word, the air around her seemed to be saying, "Don't be silly."

Under that gaze, I straightened my back, and even my sister stopped her commotion, forcing herself to remain calm. It was an almost reflexive action.

After we both calmed down, my mother smiled radiantly—no, it was a smile that melted away any sadness.

"Close relationships are a good thing, but it's important to maintain boundaries."

"yes--"

"Yes"

My sister raised her hand slightly and answered in a drawn-out tone that showed no remorse whatsoever. I quietly glanced away and gave her a slight nod in return.

Seeing this, the mother sighed with a helpless smile.

"...I'll go make myself a cup of tea."

After saying that, the mother went into the kitchen and began preparing fine tea.

I remember something similar happening a long time ago when I was little. My sister must have had a similar hazy memory.

My sister and I exchanged glances, then she shrugged and said in a slightly childish voice, "I got scolded." Though her tone was serious, her expression was proud and happy, completely unconcerned about Mom's anger. Ah, she's always been like this, a thought of resignation flashed through my mind.

But I'm sure I have the same expression on my face right now.

Because we are quite similar in many ways, except for the unfair aspects.

My sister took the wine glass, downed the wine in one gulp, and waved her hand casually beside her face. Then, she gently combed her messy hair with her slender fingertips.

Seeing the golden pink nail polish complement the glossy black hair, I suddenly thought of something.

Indeed, they are perhaps very similar.

I quietly turned my head to check on the kitchen. My mother had finished brewing tea and was now preparing snacks, keeping herself busy with everything.

In the brief moment, I gently patted my sister's leg and spoke to her in a low voice.

"Sister, do you have some time?"

"Um?"

My sister tilted her head, and I leaned close to her ear.

"Rather than discussing something, I'd like to ask you for a favor..."

Using this as an excuse, I shyly asked her for a favor.

Upon hearing this, the older sister paused for a moment, then nodded.

"That's perfectly fine..."

As she spoke, the older sister leaned back against the sofa, arching her back and arching backward. In her reversed field of vision, she saw her mother busy in the kitchen.

After confirming, the older sister mysteriously closed one eye and held up her index finger in front of her lips.

"Keep this a secret from your mother."

Then, she whispered like a mischievous child.

DB Bonus Chapter 6 (Senior High School Edition): Dear Sir/Madam, this story originates from the realm of dreams and magic, and begins beside him or her.

The sea breeze blew by.

The tapestries hanging under the streetlights fluttered in the breeze, and the wind carried joyful shouts from the distant performances.

That's the white castle that symbolizes Disneyland.

In the square in front of it, people walking back and forth wore similar smiles, enjoying this dreamlike moment.

Of course, there were also students from our school among them. Some were wearing uniforms and animal ear headbands, while others had popcorn baskets hanging around their necks; you could see guys everywhere fully enjoying their happy time.

Yes, their joyful mood is understandable.

Fortunately, the weather is great today. With the crisp, refreshing air of early summer, it looks like it's going to be a comfortable day. Moreover, since it's a weekday, there are far fewer people out and about compared to peak season, making it even more pleasant. So, all I need to do is muster my energy and fully immerse myself in having fun.

Under these circumstances, I had a very pleasant morning.

Taking advantage of the single-person access, I minimized the waiting time for each ride and enjoyed myself to the fullest, having fun all by myself at Disneyland... Actually, that's not quite accurate; I was just having a pretty ordinary time enjoying myself.

It's all thanks to Tomioka... no, Tomioka-kun.

Xiao Fu thought I was suspicious because I was planning to wander around by myself as soon as I entered the park, so he struck up a conversation with me. After that, I wandered around with some classmates.

Hayama, Ebina, Kofumi, and her friends formed a rather chaotic group, but there weren't any major problems, so I managed to get by. At Disneyland, as long as the rides are fun, right...?

However, after lunch, as the time for my meeting with Yukinoshita approached, I began to feel a little restless.

As I savored each ride, pondered where to go next, and walked alongside the group, I arrived at the gate of the white castle.

This is the meeting place.

I stopped in my tracks as soon as I stepped into the square.

"...Ah—I, well, I got a little...well, so I'll be going now."

As if he had just remembered, he finished speaking, and his companions all stopped in their tracks. Everyone tilted their heads slightly in surprise, some of them quite astonished.

This person was none other than Hayato Hayama. Hayama listened with an overly cheerful expression, feigning concern. However, one could see an undisguised joy in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"...Ah, something came up."

While my face twitched, I gave a vague answer. "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to." I squinted at Ye Shan, at which point Xiao Fu suddenly interjected as if he had just realized something.

"You're going shopping with Yukinoshita-san, right?"

Xiao Fu covered his mouth with his hand and whispered something. But please don't say it aloud...

I nodded with a wry smile, and Ebina slowly leaned closer, muttering something to herself.

"Then, then, please let me log off here as well..."

As she spoke, she formed a hand seal and glanced at Hayama. Hayama, receiving this glance, checked his watch.

"Too……"

She's probably going to meet up with Yuihama and Miura. Judging from Hayama's tone, he probably is too. So, Keibu will probably go too. Good luck, Keibu… As I sent out this unreachable encouragement, Ebina waved lightly.

"Well then, I'll be going now, Tomohisa and Hachiman. ...That's what I say, but we might see each other again soon."

Ebina joked. But it sounded like a prophecy. No matter where you go, you're all in the same amusement park, and the chances of bumping into each other somewhere in the park aren't small.

"How annoying... I didn't want to run into you..." My feelings were clearly written on my face. Seeing this, Tomioka asked me apologetically.

"Indeed. What should we do when it happens? I think it's inevitable."

I was still pondering what to say about such a crucial question, but Hayama had already given his answer.

"Why not just deal with it normally? You don't like being worried about in strange ways, do you?"

"Right?" Hayama asked, seeking my agreement with his eyes, but that's not really the case. You better think twice. It's because you said those things with a grin that Kofu acted like you suddenly understood, isn't it?

However, if you're determined not to bump into each other, then you should choose another day to come. I'm the one who chose today. There's no reason to ask others for favors. I reluctantly and subtly nodded in response.

"Well, that's all. Goodbye..."

Without saying anything, I lightly raised my hand in a farewell greeting. If we lingered like this, Xiao Fu would definitely see us. After all, she herself had declared it so.

I waved goodbye and turned to leave. Everyone returned the favor and headed to their next destination. If possible, I didn't want to see them again today. However, if we did run into each other, I'd see how things went. A yawn, pretending not to see them, and then carefully averting my gaze—that was a maneuver I could pull off with ease.

After parting ways with Ye Shan and the others, I sat on a step in a corner of the square.

Even on a quiet weekday, the area in front of the castle is a popular photo spot, so there are still many pedestrians coming and going.

I chose this place because it was easy to find, but shouldn't I have chosen a less crowded spot...?

Although I was worried, my worries were completely unnecessary.

Even in a crowd, you can immediately spot Yukino Yukinoshita.

Her flowing black hair, luxurious figure, slender and long legs, and dignified demeanor, most notably her snow-white and delicate face that could be clearly seen from afar, were all words that could not adequately describe her.

Such an unparalleled beauty. One can tell how exceptional she is from the passersby who brushed past her and then turned back in amazement.

Yukinoshita was walking with several girls who seemed to be her friends. When she noticed me, she stopped. After exchanging a few words with her friends, she waved slightly and parted ways with them, then walked towards me at a slightly faster pace.

"Sorry, have you been waiting long?"

"...No, I just got here."

Although I thought the conversation was a bit silly, since I was asked that question, the answer was inevitable. After I finished speaking, Yukino smiled gently.

"You're here really early. I thought I should have arrived first."

After sitting down beside me, Yukino gently rolled up her sleeves. A small, exquisite watch was strapped inwards onto her slender wrist. The gold strap and purplish-pink dial complemented her translucent, snow-white skin perfectly.

Oh—it's rare to see someone still wearing a watch these days…she doesn't usually wear one…

Yukinoshita was still not used to it, her pensive face showing a gesture of opening and closing her hands as if confirming something.

What's wrong with this child...? I looked at the hand in confusion and instantly realized what was happening.

"Ah—fingernails."

The pink and white-gold manicure shimmered in the sunlight, giving it a delicate, handmade sugar figurine-like appearance. Its ephemeral, snow-like beauty perfectly suited her.

"...Impressive. It's amazing that you noticed that."

She opened her mouth wide in innocent delight, and with those sparkling eyes staring at me, it was hard to say, "No, you're like this in front of me, I really..." But I didn't want to deny her endearing appearance.

"It's alright. I'm quite good at these kinds of brain-training puzzles."

After I gave a perfunctory answer, Yukinoshita seemed a little annoyed.

I can't be happy at all.

Then, he smacked my upper arm.

"Ouch, it hurts..."

Although I felt no pain, I reacted out of courtesy, while Yukinoshita turned to the other side.