My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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And so I wrote down line after line of words.

However, no true words can be found.

It's a diary I wrote myself, a diary that only I will read, yet it hasn't recorded my true feelings.

So, it really is.

Disorganized and intermittent.

The truth is too hard to understand.

Maybe I'm writing in my diary just to find it.

I quickly crossed it out with a line when I was halfway through writing it. I also scribbled some random lines with a pen, adding eyes and a tail to make it look like a caterpillar, as if I had never written that sentence.

That's all for today.

School starts tomorrow, and I'll probably have a lot more to write about—I thought to myself as I turned to the section for tomorrow, which I hadn't written a single word on yet.

Oh, right. I need to buy a cake. Remembering this, I wrote down the words "Remember to buy a cake" in big circles to make sure I didn't forget.

This is not a diary at all, but an event calendar.

Just as I was chuckling to myself, I felt a soft touch from my ear to my neck.

Huh!? I let out a silent gasp, just as I was about to turn around.

"Hey♪"

Suddenly, the headphones were taken away, and cheerful laughter reached my ears. I turned around in surprise and saw my mother standing there holding the headphones.

Whew, that startled me... My helpless sigh made my tone a little impatient.

"Mom, what's wrong...?"

"Sorry—I did knock."

After taking the headphones from my mother, I lowered my head guiltily and clasped my hands together.

"Ah—I didn't hear that. Because these are noise-canceling headphones."

"Wow, noise cancellation? These headphones are amazing!"

Yes, the noise cancellation is amazing. I thought to myself, then turned off the headphones and put them in my diary.

Then, suddenly realizing that she would see this, he hurriedly closed the diary.

"...You saw it?"

I turned around to look at her nervously. My mother held up her index finger to her cheek and tilted her head in confusion.

"Huh? What do you see?"

I breathed a sigh of relief and put the diary in the drawer. I turned the chair around and asked her, "What do you want?" My mother clapped her hands.

"Yes, yes, Mom is going shopping. What about you?"

"Eh... Ah, I want to go too."

I hesitated for a moment, then remembered that there were things I needed to buy. Hearing my answer, my mother smiled with a hint of happiness.

"Oh, okay, let's drive there then. It's rare for us to go out together, let's go get some delicious cake. What's the name of that shop? Dad told me about a shop called Le? Le Patissier, that their cakes are really good."

"Oh—it seems pretty good."

Just in time to buy a birthday cake...

Wait a minute. What? A cake shop?

"...You saw it?"

"ah."

I squinted at her, while my mother covered her mouth with her finger. It was so obvious, yet she smiled nonchalantly.

"I didn't see it, I didn't see it."

"You definitely saw it!"

No, not at all.

She ran out of my room while talking.

It's definitely a scam... Oh well, it's not like it's something that can't be seen anyway...

I sighed softly and stood up.

I patted the hunchbacked desk lamp, which always seemed to have a sour face, to appease it, and then turned it off.

In Yui's Story 1, Hayato Hayama reveals a wicked smile to Hachiman Hikigaya.

Three days into the New Year, the busy atmosphere vanished without a trace.

Originally resting, her parents immediately returned to their usual busy schedule as soon as they started work, and Komachi, who was about to take her big exam, also began to study in seclusion.

At the Hachiman house, it was just me and my beloved cat, Yuki, who were bored and spending the New Year period doing nothing. I was so bored that I was doing a pendulum-like shift while shouting "Happy New Year! Great New Year!"

What a peaceful holiday!

For the first two days, I unexpectedly triggered the unusual event of going out with people right after the New Year. However, after the third day, I was able to enjoy a leisurely time of eating and sleeping to my heart's content.

However, the peaceful passage of time does not necessarily bring a peaceful state of mind.

It's unsettling to have nothing to do.

When I'm busy, I'm so focused on the tasks at hand that I don't have time to think about anything else. But when I'm free, I can't help but think about the aimless future. And then I feel lost and confused.

The winter break, which is neither too long nor too short, makes it particularly easy to fall into this kind of negative emotion.

Having nothing to do and being able to do absolutely nothing is almost like waiting to die in a hospice ward, which can make people think about the inevitable end.

We all know that peaceful times won't last long.

Since the destination is indeed there, wasting time will put a heavy burden on one's mind. Is this what it feels like for a NEET (Not in Education, Employment, or Training) who is living off their parents to suddenly realize that their parents are getting old...? I thought to myself as I nestled in the kotatsu (heated table) and stroked my cat's belly.

However, only those who cross this high wall are the true strongmen. The true unemployed. The unemployed and the light novelist are those who only utter phrases like "I'm about to get serious" when driven to the brink. Therefore, unemployed = light novelist. Q·E·D·Proof complete. Or perhaps, the Bonds of Reasoning for a Young Detective. (Note)

Note: "Q·E·D·Proof Ends" is translated as "Supernatural Little Detective" in Taiwan. It is a Japanese manga, just like "Young Detective ~Bonds of Reasoning~".

Winter break is coming to an end while I'm wasting time thinking about meaningless trifles.

I have to go back to school today.

I said goodbye to my beloved bed and embarked on my journey to the bathroom.

Despite the fluffy floor mat in front of the sink, I could still feel the chill under my feet.

Ugh—I really don't want to go to school or work...

The moment I saw the mirror, a sigh escaped my lips.

The faucets, now sparkling clean thanks to the spring cleaning, the dripping of cold water, and the chilly air seeping in from under the hem of my tracksuit that I was wearing as pajamas. As the perceived temperature dropped, my thoughts became increasingly negative.

A bit melancholic... not just melancholic, it's reached the level of Utsunomiya, note. He could be the lead vocalist for TM Network. I hate that I'm actually more energetic than you think! When you think of Utsunomiya, you usually think of gyoza, but I think of Tetsuya Komuro, which is pretty energetic.

Note: The Japanese pronunciation of "Utsu" is similar to that of "Utsunomiya". TM NETWORK is a band consisting of Tetsuya Komuro, Takashi Utsunomiya, and Naoto Kine. The lead vocalist, Takashi Utsunomiya, is nicknamed Utsu.

Okay, after mentally rambling on and confirming that I had plenty of energy, I proceeded with my usual morning face-washing routine.

I used ice water to pry open my heavy eyelids, and while doing so, I roughly tidied my unruly hair that was sticking up, and looked in the mirror.

Then, banish the lingering sleepiness from your mind, clench your fists in front of your chest, and strike a pose to encourage yourself.

Okay... I'll do my best today too.

× × ×

I lingered in front of the mirror for so long that I left the house later than usual.

I tried to keep moving forward to make up for the time I had wasted earlier, bracing myself against the cold wind hitting me from the front, and rode my bicycle for about twenty minutes.

Perhaps my hard work paid off, because I arrived at school a little earlier than usual.

I parked my bicycle in the parking lot, sweating profusely. Thankfully, I was wearing a thermal undershirt, which kept me warm underneath my uniform; only my exposed cheeks stung from the cold wind.

I exhaled a large puff of white smoke, then wrapped the scarf around myself again and used it to cover half of my face.

Walk briskly through the atrium toward the outdoor staircase leading to the main entrance.

I looked around on the road and only saw two or three kittens.

It might be because there's still some time before the school bell rings, or because high school seniors who are about to take a big exam don't have to go to school, that's why I have this feeling.

Next year at this time, it will be the eve of the university entrance exams. Will I also be tormented and groaning? Thinking of the unpleasant things, I couldn't help but put on a stern face.

Just then, with my squinting eyes, I saw a bun hairstyle bobbing happily in front of me.

It’s Yuigahama Yui.

Yuihama, who was walking in through the main entrance, saw me, took off her scarf, and smiled.

"Ah, an autistic man."

Yuihama waved her mitten hand and jogged toward me. Her seemingly leaping steps caused the paper bag in her hand to rustle loudly.

I nodded in response and quickened my pace to match hers.

Finally, we arrived at the grand staircase leading to the main entrance at almost the same time.

"Hi-lo."

The ball of yarn on the glove swayed gently as Yui waved her hand. I pretended to be attracted by the ball of yarn, secretly averting my gaze, and slowly opened my mouth from under my scarf.

"...Oh. Good morning."

It was such a normal greeting, yet it made me incredibly embarrassed. Let's not even discuss whether "Hi" is a normal greeting. It's definitely not normal... It's fine in the service club or at school, but if someone suddenly greets me like that on the street, it's a little awkward! Although I do think it's kind of cute!

However, I've gotten used to that cute greeting. Now, I'm no longer embarrassed, shy, or panicked by that silly greeting.

however……

Yui's appearance in her school uniform was a bit unexpected, and it startled me. I'm so panicked...

She looks nothing special in her uniform. We've been in the same class for almost a year, and in the same club, so we're tired of seeing it. No, not at all. Not at all, in fact, she looks quite good.

To put it simply, I've been secretly and desperately watching all the time. What am I doing? Hachiman is disgusting… I said to Yui in her uniform, who was used to seeing hot girls in her mind, with a helpless sigh, “Hey, you stinky boy! Stop peeking, okay? Girls will notice that kind of look immediately!”

That's why I can notice even the slightest changes.

A navy coat with the buttons not fully fastened, a suit jacket he usually wears, and a beige sweater underneath...

She bought it a few days ago when we went out together. Was it a new outfit for the new semester? The change was so subtle it was almost unbelievable; no one else would have noticed.

However, now that we've figured it out, it would be strange not to mention it at all.

"...It suits you quite well."

"what?"

I struggled for a moment about how to express myself, and ended up giving a very general opinion. Yuihama, of course, didn't understand at all. She blinked in confusion and tilted her head, silently asking me, "What did you say?"

Uh, it's too much to ask me to say it again... it's too embarrassing... so I raised my chin and pointed to the sweater.

Yuihama probably noticed it through my gaze and movements, pointing to the chest area of ​​the sweater.

"Ah, this one? Right, right, it's beautiful, isn't it?"

She chuckled smugly, puffed out her chest, and pulled open her sweater. "Um, um, it really does look good, but you're making it hard for me to know where to look, so I'll have to squint. Sorry."

Yuihama realized her behavior was inappropriate from my awkward expression. She let out an "Ah," tightened her suit jacket, lowered her head shyly, and muttered while touching her bun:

"...You actually noticed that."

"Yeah, I'm really good at playing the 'Spot the Difference' game on the Salia menu."

"What?"

I made a casual joke, and Yui gave a wry smile. Her breath instantly turned into white smoke and dissipated in the air.

Although she probably didn't intend to use this incident as an opportunity, Yui looked up and glanced at the main entrance in front of the outdoor staircase.

"Let's go."

I nodded in response and stepped onto the stairs at almost the same time as her.

Because of the difference in stride length, I usually walk ahead, but on stairs of equal height, we naturally walk side by side.

I suddenly became aware of the person next to me.