My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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Please let her take a look at her own face. I looked at Yuihama, who was frowning and trying to smooth things over.

"Uh, well, Yukino is kind of like that too!"

Upon hearing this, Yukinoshita puffed out her cheeks in displeasure. "Even if you make such a cute face, it won't help. You should reflect on your actions, okay?" Although I do need to reflect on my actions.

In short, one must restrain oneself from an objective perspective before speaking out.

Otherwise, once you calm down and think about that memory, you'll feel like dying! Ah, I feel like dying when I think about it.

My gaze unconsciously drooped lower and lower, and out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Komachi looking worried, I wondered what she was thinking.

"I see... The key is to prioritize the content. But... I haven't seen any specific examples, so I don't really understand. *peeks*"

Komachi deliberately described her actions and looked in my direction. I pretended not to hear and deliberately whistled, but Komachi kept saying "peeking, peeking, peeking..." and ran over to tug at my sleeve.

"Brother, why don't you demonstrate too? Oh dear, it's not really appropriate to only have the two of them perform."

"You forced them to do it, didn't you..."

Komachi just stuck out her tongue and chuckled, lightly tapping her forehead. Perhaps she felt guilty because her joke had embarrassed Yui and Yukinoshita in public.

Since that's the case, why don't you do it yourself? But this older brother usually agrees to his younger sister's requests. Ugh! My Komachi is such a smooth talker!

As I pondered this, the atmosphere in the room had already built up to the point where I felt compelled to step forward.

Yukinoshita crossed her arms, as if waiting to see how amazing I was; Yuihama was clapping; Komachi looked at me with sparkling eyes; Tobe was groaning. Isshiki, as if to unify their opinions, cleared his throat and pointed his hand at me.

"Then, please introduce yourself, senior."

"Eh... well, okay then."

Yui and Yukinoshita both sacrificed themselves so much, I can't just not demonstrate myself. Wait, Yui seemed to be having a lot of fun? Let's not talk about that now.

I'm about to enter my senior year of high school. Counting from elementary school, I've had a total of ten opportunities to introduce myself at the beginning of each new semester. In my experience, most self-introductions fail because I put too much pressure on myself.

The important thing is not to deliberately try to be funny, but it also can't be too bland. In other words, you should present your true self in the most natural way.

So, I attended the entrance ceremony I had imagined, and gave a perfect self-introduction to the classmates I had imagined meeting for the first time.

"My name is Hachiman Hikigaya..."

"It sounds like the self-introduction the main character would give..."

When I gave my name, Isshiki looked surprised.

"They are ordinary high school students that you can see anywhere."

"He's the main character..."

Upon hearing my self-introduction, Yukinoshita frowned.

"Living an ordinary, uneventful, but peaceful life."

"He's the main character..."

Hearing my bluff, Yuihama gave a wry smile.

"...But one day, I suddenly met the magical fairy Edge Lun, and became an outcast right after starting school!? What will my future life be like!?"

"It's a Pretty Cure!?"

Yuihama shouted, her emotions a mixture of 50% surprise, 50% dumbfounded, and 100% terrified—a total of twice the normal range. "No, isn't that how self-introductions are? It's shown at the beginning of every episode, isn't it?"

No sooner had he finished explaining than Isshiki began waving his hands in front of his chest in denial.

"No, no, no, that part about magical fairies isn't necessary."

Yukinoshita added with a smile:

"Instead of worrying about your future, worry about your head."

"How ruthless!"

"Wow..."

Hihama is right, I received a very harsh assessment. Their words were so harsh that even the Ministry of Revenue was speechless.

Komachi nodded in satisfaction at my unreasonable request.

"Although my brother's self-introduction was a bit...unconventional, it's something we can use as a reference! Komachi thinks she can do well even in high school!"

She struck a victory pose as she spoke. Huh? Is that really true? Which part of that self-introduction did you refer to? I'm very worried.

Komachi left me, feeling uneasy, standing aside, imagining her new life.

"Komachi is finally going to be Yukino-neechan and Yui-neechan's junior! I'm so excited~!"

"I'm so excited too!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you at school."

He watched the three people chatting happily, groaning.

"Hmm... my status as a junior is about to be..."

She gritted her teeth, worried about the strange thing. The Minister of Revenue spoke up to comfort her.

"It's okay, having a junior is nice too. Really? I'm more motivated when someone asks for my help, even if I'm complaining, I still can't help but want to take care of them, right? Like, I sometimes accidentally treat them to a meal~"

Hubu, scratching the back of his neck, launched into a long-winded speech, adopting the airs of a senior. However, someone as approachable as Hubu would likely be a great help to his juniors. Perhaps he really is a good senior.

That's what I thought, but it seems that's not the case! With a cold gaze and a deep, resolute voice, he said:

"Senior Hubu is just someone who's not taken seriously and is used as a tool."

The Ministry of Revenue immediately stopped its actions.

"Wow? Really?"

"real."

"...Wow!"

The cruel truth revealed by Isshiki left Tobe speechless, only able to continue tearing his hair out. "Um, um, nothing, I think you're a good upperclassman, including this part... otherwise Iroha probably wouldn't have been able to be so direct. I think this means she's opened her heart to you..."

As I hesitated about whether to speak up for him, Komachi suddenly turned to face me and gave Isshiki a cute smile.

"Hehehe, please take care of me from now on! Iroha Gakuen—Sister♪"

Caught off guard, Yi Se froze on the spot, blinked, and cleared her throat quietly.

"...Okay, having a female junior might not be bad."

She looked away as she spoke. It seems the word "senior" has a magical power. Ishiki silently adjusted her hair to cover her ears, and I couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Anyway, please take good care of her."

Isshiki and Komachi have spent a year more together than we will be graduating next spring. The relationship I've built with my female senior should be able to be a support for her... I nodded, arms crossed, just like a Chinese martial arts master.

He looked at me with suspicion.

"Sigh, even if you ask me to take care of her, there's nothing I can do to help..."

She stopped mid-sentence, as if remembering something, and shut her mouth. She quickly shrank back, frantically waving her hands, and blurted out a long string of words.

"Ah! Senior, are you trying to woo me? It would be nice to propose subtly with the phrase 'I'm entrusting my sister to you,' but thinking about it carefully, it's definitely better for me to stay in the youngest position, so I'm sorry."

She bowed respectfully. I was satisfied and nodded.

"Yes, you're right."

She always uses the lame excuses to dump me at lightning speed. Thanks to her, I've developed the habit of letting things go in one ear and out the other from the very beginning.

However, Isshiki seemed dissatisfied with my answer, puffing out her cheeks and pursing her lips.

"There's a reaction now, they're not listening at all..."

"That kind of nonsense is only strange if you take it seriously... But I did reply to you, I said, 'You're right.'"

The conversations were basically just assembly line work. It was a simple job of stamping "I understand~" or "Really~" onto topics delivered to you via a conveyor belt. It was nothing more than a lousy, unpaid job.

Perhaps my thoughts had been seen through, Isshiki sighed in despair.

"Okay, that's right..."

"Yes, yes, that's it."

I casually agreed, and Komachi let out a sound that sounded like she was really admiring her. Her eyes, which were looking at me and Isshiki, seemed to be sparkling.

Komachi shyly struck up a conversation with Isshiki.

"that……"

"What is it, Xiaomi? Please speak."

Isshiki asked impatiently, and Komachi, as if in prayer, clasped her hands tightly together, looked at Isshiki with her big, watery eyes, and said in a sweet voice:

"How about I call you 'older sister' from now on? Let's start with that (tentative) and have regular assessments, okay?"

"Why! No way! Assessments and stuff sound like such a hassle!"

Isshiki firmly refused, but Komachi simply pretended not to hear and started talking to herself.

"Someone once said, 'An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a scum for a scum...' Iroha-senpai is impeccably scum. In a sense, she's the ideal older sister, in a sense..."

"Huh? What is this guy talking about... He means I don't feel like I'm being praised at all..."

Isshiki looked at Komachi, who was lost in her own fantasy, with surprise and disdain.

Unfortunately, Komachi completely ignored this statement.

"Komachi has always felt that she doesn't need an older brother and wants an older sister... In the end, it's also good for her older brother... I think Komachi scored quite high on that statement about thinking of her older brother."

"Really? That's high? The part about not needing an older brother probably had a pretty low score, right?"

Did you borrow too much money before and can't pay it back? I suggest you check the return rate again. However, the return rate seems to vary from person to person.

Yuihama and Yukinoshita suddenly started talking to themselves.

"Komachi is a younger sister...that seems nice."

"Being an older sister... isn't bad."

They found their voices overlapped and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"what?"

"oops?"

Their eyes met, and they stared at each other silently. One wore a fearless smile, the other a conceited one.

The standoff lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like it lasted a very long time.

"Wow, this is definitely a difficult situation..."

The atmosphere was a bit tense. Iseki spoke in a low voice, and even the Minister of Revenue scratched the back of his neck, as if looking for an excuse, and said:

"Wow... Ah! The singer I want to see is about to come on stage, I'm outta here!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Minister of Revenue fled in disarray. Isshiki roared at his retreating figure:

"Hey, why did you run away!"

"Wow—!"

The Minister of Revenue left those words and fled further and further away, his movements as swift as those of a comedic, sunny character in a Hollywood movie who would survive to the end, possessing exceptional crisis detection abilities.

With a deep sigh, he clapped his hands to change his mood.

"Alright! We'll talk about the rest next time! We should end our break now!"

She deliberately adopted a lively tone to intervene between Yukinoshita and Yuigahama. The festival was entering its second half, and this was the perfect opportunity to return to the battlefield.

Therefore, I fully agreed with Isshiki's suggestion.

"Yes, yes. It's almost time."

Upon hearing this, Yuihama and Yukinoshita looked at the clock. Then they gazed at each other again, revealing gentle smiles.

The tense atmosphere eased instantly, and Yui stretched, saying in a cheerful voice:

"That's true! The festival is almost at its climax!"

"...Then let's have a blast in the second half too."

"oh--!"

Yukinoshita spoke with a calm smile, while Komachi raised her fist high.