My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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Yuihama took a bite of the sweets, while Isshiki slumped wearily onto the table. Yukinoshita gave Komachi detailed instructions on how to brew black tea, and Komachi was a little taken aback by her enthusiasm.

On the table were familiar teacups and dog-patterned mugs. Beside me was my own teacup, and two of the same model mugs, which were still brand new.

One day, the number of cups will change, their shapes will change, and even the scenery of this community office will gradually change.

I can still imagine what it will be like six months from now, but I don't know what it will be like a year from now. Two years from now, three years from now, or even ten years from now, there will probably be no trace of us ever being here.

but--

Just then, a rich fragrance filled the room.

I looked toward the source of the fragrance and saw Komachi brewing black tea under Yukinoshita's supervision.

Yukinoshita crossed her arms, squinted, and carefully observed Komachi's every move. Komachi was somewhat intimidated by her gaze, but despite this, she still carefully and slowly brewed the black tea.

In the future, this scene will disappear, and everything in this community office will change.

However, despite this, I can be certain.

The aroma of the black tea produced in this community will certainly not change.

Finish

First publication

No matter what, Komachi Hikigaya always wanted a sister-in-law.

Even so, Komachi Hikigaya still doesn't give up on having a sister-in-law.

The anime "My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU"

Blu-ray BOX Encore Press bonus

Thus, the festival ended, and a new festival began.

Adapted from the script of the reading drama event "Fish. FINAL"

Iroha Water #So I will choose Iroha Water

Collaborative short stories

However, they will certainly continue to make mistakes.

New short stories

Postscript to Volume 14.5

Hello everyone, this is Wataru Watari. Today, I'm also writing this afterword on the fifth floor of Shogakukan in Kanda-Hitotsubashi-Jimbocho, Tokyo.

I have a question that comes to mind, I don't know if you guys have noticed.

This March, 2021, marks the 10th anniversary of the release of the first episode of "My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected."

It's the 10th anniversary! The 10th anniversary!

This is a rare tenth anniversary, and I originally wanted to write in this postscript about my memories, miscellaneous events, industry secrets, and even some blatant accusations—just to vent my own frustrations and feel superior. But if I started writing, I'd never finish, so I'll pass. I'll definitely recount my own experiences elsewhere. However, it's a headache; if this tactic of venting my own frustrations is banned, I'll have nothing to write about… Anyway, I'll write something first.

Ten years sounds like a long time, but from the perspective of those struggling to survive, it doesn't feel like such a long period of time has actually passed. They might even still be in the state of a self-conscious, immature middle-aged man in his early twenties. But I've actually aged a lot and personally experienced how time waits for no one. My heart beats extremely fast, and I often find myself breathless.

Ten years have truly passed without me even realizing it. However, if I had decided from the beginning, "I'm going to work hard for ten years," I definitely wouldn't have been able to persevere. There are tasks I have to do, so I do them. After finishing one task, another task appears not far away, so I go over and continue doing that. Then I find another task not far away, and so on, until I come to my senses and realize I've already walked so far—it's like that feeling.

Besides, if you're constantly crammed with work, with tasks for the next two years, you'll be too busy with the present to think about the future. It's like thinking, "Yesterday's deadline is more important than tomorrow's." Yesterday's deadline has already passed…

Even so, once a task is completed and things come to an end, it's time to welcome a turning point.

In those brief moments when I can catch my breath, I sometimes suddenly think about the future.

A year from now, well, I should be working. Two years from now, probably still working. Ten years from now… I don’t know. I’ll just smile wryly to myself and continue facing the work at hand.

He and she, and she and she, perhaps they feel the same way. If possible, I hope to glimpse what they will be like in the future. What will they be like a year from now, two years from now, ten years from now...?

And so, episode 14.5 of "My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU" comes to an end.

This long-awaited collection of short stories includes new works that resemble epilogues. What do you all think?

I've written other stories with the same epilogue feel in my short story collections, *My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU: Yukino Side*, *My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU: ONPARADE*, *My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU: Yui Side*, and *My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU: ALLSTARS*. I'm sure you'll all check them out, right?

Additionally, there's a sequel story titled "My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU Climax: New—", which boasts the ridiculously over-the-top title of "a completely new and official sequel after the completion of Oregairu." This is a bonus item on the Blu-ray and DVD of the TV anime "My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU Climax: Finale," so please take a look!

Next up is "My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU," released alongside this 14.5-episode book, also known as ponkan⑧ART WORKS's art book! I highly recommend purchasing this art book as well, so we can all reminisce about the past ten years of OCT's history! It also includes an interview with me and ponkan⑧! Thank you for your support!

Also, I'll only mention this here: a new project called "My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected. - Ending" is underway. No one knows the details yet, so please wait for further news. I really want to hear it soon, I really want to hear about how common it is for romantic comedies to end.

In conclusion, Guoqing's world will continue to expand, and we hope everyone can accompany it for a while longer.

The following is an acknowledgment.

Ponkan⑧ is amazing! You've always been amazing. It's truly wonderful that this art book is being published at the same time. I'm once again feeling the weight and accumulation of these past ten years. Looking back, we've worked together for a long time, and I hope you'll continue to guide me in the future. Thank you.

Editor Hoshino-sama. See! This time it was a breeze! Hehehe! I don't know what the next plan is, but it'll definitely be fine! Hehehe! Thank you for your hard work. Hehehe!

To all the staff across the media platforms. Including the anime "Kasei Kaneki," I've received a lot of support from the media. This work has lasted for ten long years thanks to everyone's hard work. Thank you so much. I hope you will continue to support me in the future.

And to all my readers. The reason I have the opportunity to write about their stories again is because of the many voices of support I've received. Not just this time, but for the past ten years, it has been with your support that I've finally reached this point. I am deeply grateful. I would be very happy if you could continue to support me in the future. Because of you, Guoqing exists!

That's all for now. See you in another of Guo Qing's works next time!

One day in March, I was drinking MAX coffee, preparing myself for the next decade.

Travel

Illustrations for Volume 14.5

End 1 Yui's story Prelude

Taiwanese version from Angel Anime Forum

Light Bookshelf × Angel Anime Entry Team

Image source: Hai

Input: kid

The December night wind may be cold, but when walking side by side with others, you don't mind at all.

The three of us ignored the glittering lights adorning the area in front of the station and walked slowly along the road.

I thought to myself, I wish this day would never end.

However, Christmas only lasts until December 25th, and no matter how happy you are, there will always be a moment when it comes to an end.

The party is over, it's time to go home.

As the number of pedestrians decreased in the evening, the Christmas-themed street scene gradually transformed into something else, like a costume show.

People in work uniforms were busy running around the nearby shopping center, cleaning up the large screens, signs, and advertising banners.

The Christmas sale turned into a year-end sale, the green Christmas tree became a green pine tree, and the white snowman became a white mirror cake. The uncles dressed as Santa Claus became those uncles from the Seven Lucky Gods whose names I don't know.

After comparing them one by one, you'll find that they are actually quite similar, but in the end they become completely different things, which is strange.

In a slightly hurried atmosphere, we left the station and headed towards the building where she lived.

The large park we passed along the way had no shelter, so the cold wind blew directly through it.

People who looked like couples sat on benches scattered around, their faces close together as if whispering secrets.

Those people probably weren't paying attention to their surroundings, and probably thought no one could see what they were doing. But the streetlight next to the bench shone like a spotlight on them, so I could see them clearly.

Feeling rather awkward, I deliberately stretched, forced myself to turn my head away, and murmured to the sky as if talking to myself:

"Mmm—I had so much fun singing..."

My tone was light and cheerful, sounding a little foolish, but not at all unnatural. A familiar, languid voice came from not far behind me, responding with a hint of sarcasm:

"As we sang, it turned into a regular karaoke session..."

I turned my head to the side, and sure enough, he had a pout and sighed helplessly.

But the look in those dead fish eyes was gentler than usual.

Seeing the look in his eyes, I thought, "Oh, I see. He had a lot of fun too," and almost smiled. As if to hide this, I stammered with a smile:

"What does it matter? As long as it's fun."

My voice was muffled, sounding like I was making an excuse. She, walking beside me, gently touched her chin with her hand and tilted her head away in concern.

"But will this really convey our gratitude to Komachi and the others...?"

"Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, so that's fine, right?"

He appeared uninterested, listless, and indifferent, yet a satisfied smile graced his face. This guy really loves his sister.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Hmm, hopefully..."

I felt a little sentimental and said with a sigh, "I've discovered something."

"Oh, I mean, you autistic guy, is this a convenient route for you? You don't have to make a special trip to take us home just because Komachi asked you to."

"Yes, my home is very close to here."

After speaking, she looked up at the tall buildings ahead of the path. The building that looked expensive seemed to have a location that justified its price; it was very close to the station. Not a distance where someone would need to make a special trip to take her home.

"...You still need to take the cake and your luggage. I don't mind these small things."

He made a shrug-like motion, slightly lifting the bags in both hands. She smiled with relief.

"Really? That's a huge help. And there's cake left over..."

She looked sadly at the cake box in his hand. Ah—well, because she doesn't eat much…

The Ministry of Revenue brought us three cakes, which, to be honest, seemed a bit too many. We all ate two together, but we didn't even have a chance to take the last one out of the box.

Finally, they practically shoved the cake into my hands. Judging by the situation, I'll probably eat most of it. Just thinking about it makes me a little excited.

"But wow, a whole cake is really spectacular! That's my dream! To just scoop out the whole cake and eat it!"

I have all the sugar Santa Claus, Christmas cottage, and chocolate chips to myself.

I touched my cheek, my expression one of bliss, while she calmly looked at me.

"If you can really eat it all, it's fine... but you'll feel very full."

"So you've tried it before..."

He spoke weakly, seemingly a little frightened. She suddenly realized what was happening, shyly pursed her lips, and turned her head away.

I couldn't help but chuckle. She's usually so mature, but occasionally she shows a very childlike side, which is both cute and funny.

As we chatted, we crossed the park and came to the main road. Her house was right across the zebra crossing.

"Ah, we've arrived at Yukino's house."

"Hachiman, this is enough to drop you off here."

We stopped at the zebra crossing. Looking back, we saw him carefully handing over the cake box.

"Really? Here, take the cake."

"Okay—"

I carefully took the box to avoid shaking the cake.

However, his free hands remained lingering in the air. They moved back and forth as if troubled and hesitant, finally reaching for the shoulder bag hanging on his shoulder.

Then, with the same careful movements, he nervously took something out.

"...And could you please accept this as well?"

He was carrying two beautifully wrapped items. Judging from the carefully tied ribbons, they were clearly gifts.

He cleared his throat shyly and presented the gift to us.

I was a little startled and didn't thank her immediately. She was probably the same; her mouth was slightly open as she looked at her hand with a puzzled expression.

Unexpected, joyful, surprised, finding the way he gave the gift strange, and amused by his shyness—I accepted the gift with all sorts of feelings.

"Is this... a Christmas present?"

"Yuigahama and I each got one."

She let out a small sigh of surprise.