My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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After a while of thinking wildly, Yui squatted down, opened the first-aid kit, and took out a bunch of tools.

"Alright, you autistic guy, stick your foot out."

She patted the ground.

"Uh, this is just a minor injury—"

Before I could finish speaking, Yuihama, who was squatting in front of me, puffed out her cheeks, hugged her knees, raised her eyes and glared at me without saying a word. It seemed there was no room for negotiation.

Since things had come to this, I had no choice but to obediently stick out my foot... Partly because it really hurt, and I wanted to at least get it bandaged.

"...I'm sorry, thank you for your help."

"Um!"

Yuihama, seemingly excited about something, nodded energetically and hummed a tune as she quickly retrieved medical supplies: disinfectant, bandages, ointment, and patches. And there were also Band-Aid, Cuttan, Sabio… uh, all of these were bandages. What were the patches and ointment for?

I felt worried, and Yuihama was the first to reach for the disinfectant. She slowly picked up the disinfectant, for some reason encouraging herself.

"Hey."

The disinfectant sprayed out with a comical shout, like the pear juice spray used by a boat pear spirit, hitting my wound directly.

"It hurts! It hurts! The fluid is seeping into the wound! It's seeping into the wound! It's seeping into the wound! I mean, aren't you being a bit too rough?"

"what?"

Yuihama looked puzzled. "Is there something wrong with your reaction? Why do you look like such a wild and brutal approach is the only normal thing to do? What? Were you a doctor on the battlefield? Are you some kind of mad scientist, Jack the Doctor?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Does it hurt?"

"Ugh, it hurts so much..."

Yuihama lowered her head guiltily and combed her hair into a bun. I left her aside and blew on her wound. This action was meaningless; I just felt that doing so would make it hurt less. "Waaah, it really hurts..." My eyes welled up with tears, while Yuihama hung her head dejectedly.

"I'm sorry. I'll be gentler."

"It's alright... I'm already very grateful that you treated my wound..."

Upon hearing this, Yui looked up and smiled. Then, she used tweezers to pick up a piece of absorbent cotton and carefully began to gently press on the wound.

Every time she clumsily applied the disinfectant, she felt a sharp, tingling pain, like being gently nibbled by a puppy. It wasn't just her feet; a tingling sensation spread throughout her body as well.

I looked away from the wound to distract myself.

Before me was Yuihama, who was squatting down directly in front of me. Her expression was serious, her lips were pursed into a thin line, and she was staring intently at the wound as she worked hard to bandage it.

She might not be used to it. Her bun swayed back and forth with the movement of wrapping the bandages, and the scent of shampoo and cologne wafted into her nostrils.

I didn't speak to her, simply letting her do as she pleased, watching her every move. While she was bandaging herself, her pink lips hummed a light, cheerful tune. Her large, watery eyes sparkled, seemingly happy about something, but then she suddenly blinked uneasily, her eyebrows, which had been drawn in a cute arc, drooping into a V-shape. Finally, she used her slender fingers to tuck a stray strand of pale pink hair behind her pretty ear, as if to hide a cold sweat.

It's interesting just to watch her expressions change; it's never boring even without talking to her.

Yui looked up at me with a lack of confidence, like a scolded puppy. I wondered what she had done wrong, and looked at the bandage that had been wrapped up. There was a crooked knot there, which turned into a Möbius strip that was hard to tell how it was tied at first glance, loose and wrinkled.

"Ah, haha... Sorry, I don't think I'm very good at this kind of thing..."

Hmm, I think I guessed it. This child isn't good at cooking either... How should I put it, she clearly knows how to consider other people's little things, but sometimes she can be incredibly careless.

"I'm so sorry, Yukino could have done better, but she gave up halfway through and is in the infirmary now."

Yuihama looked worriedly in the direction of the school. As expected of Yukinoshita, her stamina was still as poor as ever.

"...Oh, really. That's alright, that's fine then... Thanks."

I patted the bandages and said. Twisted, clumsy, tangled scars. Quite fitting for my medal.

However, Yuihama seemed dissatisfied with the result, and stood up and reached out her hand to me, as if to make up for her mistake.

"Then... I'll help you."

She gently touched my shoulder and grabbed my arm, trying to help me up. Her sudden closeness startled me, and I reflexively stood up.

"Uh, no need to help me... I can walk by myself..."

"But you're injured..."

Yuihama was still clutching my tracksuit.

"I was covered in sweat and so dirty."

Rather, I'd say my sweat is about to burst forth. Please let me know before you get too close... so I can keep my distance.

However, as soon as I moved away from her, Yui-hama would lean against me again.

"I don't mind..."

"I would mind... and it's not a serious injury anyway. So it's not necessary."

I moved as gently as possible, removing her hand from the sleeve of her tracksuit. Yui pouted and frowned, swinging the first-aid kit in her other hand from side to side.

"Hey."

She made silly, shrill noises and struck my wound with a pendulum-like motion.

"it hurts……"

I stopped breathing for a moment, and groaned in pain as I exhaled. Yui smiled slightly, grabbed my arm, and pulled me toward her.

"It really hurts."

"Nonsense, what are you doing? Why are you attacking me?"

She didn't answer my question, but dragged me out. Judging from her violent behavior just now, am I left with no choice but to do as she says? ...Let's just leave it at that.

I obediently let her pull me towards the school.

Hayama, who was flanked by Miura and Isshiki from both sides, passed in front of us.

Ye Shan glanced at me, and smiled and nodded slightly the moment our eyes met.

What kind of look is that? Stop looking at me with those warm eyes. I slightly raised my chin, telling him to get lost. Ye Shan let out a soft breath, seemingly suppressing a bitter smile.

Everyone's attention was focused on Hayama, the central figure. However, occasionally someone would steal curious glances at me and Yui.

I became extremely anxious and my heart rate became irregular. My heart was beating faster than when I was running a marathon, and I could even hear it.

"Sigh, an autistic man."

Hearing her call, my heart skipped a beat.

I didn't turn to look at Yuihama who was standing close to me, but responded with only my breathing. Yuihama lowered her voice and said:

"That gossip... I want to do something about it too... I think if I say something like this... everyone will forget about Hayato's gossip."

"...Maybe, but what if other gossip starts circulating?"

I tried to control my voice, which was about to go off-key, and Yui shook her head.

"It doesn't matter."

"It's related... It's true that treating the injured with kindness is commendable, but it also depends on the time and place."

"I'm not being gentle with you out of obligation..."

I gently reminded her, and Yuihama tilted her head slightly to look at me.

The distance between us was so close that our cheeks almost touched, and our breaths mingled. Her watery eyes lowered their gaze, and her face flushed.

Always expecting, always misunderstanding, and unknowingly giving up hope.

Therefore, I have never liked gentle girls.

--But I don't dislike girls who aren't gentle.

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A strong wind blew in, as if trying to dispel the scent of the sea.

The cold wind blows from the high mountains to the sea.

The cold air at the end of January helped cool down my burning cheeks.

After the marathon ended and I witnessed the unexpected awards ceremony, Yui and I walked back to school from the seaside park where the race was held.

Normally, I wouldn't be affected by anyone and would immediately leave without even watching the awards ceremony that concluded the match with Hayama's complete victory. I wouldn't feel any unnecessary sadness.

Unfortunately it backfired.

I foolishly injured myself during a marathon and asked Yui to bandage my wound, which turned into her helping me walk.

We walked side by side toward school.

It was a little embarrassing to look at from the side; my gaze kept wandering. The somewhat heavy first-aid kit was now in my hands. I gripped the black plastic handle tightly again, glancing absently at the roadside trees.

The bare treetops looked cold.

The sweat-soaked gym clothes gradually stole my body heat.

A cold wind blew past me, and my ears, which must have been red from the cold, stung.

Touching your lips lightly with your tongue, you can clearly feel how dry the wind has made them feel parched.

All five senses are telling you how cold the winter air is.

A warm current began to flow from a part that no one could touch or see.

I swallowed my tasteless saliva and sniffed at the fragrance wafting from beside my cheek.

An embarrassing silence has continued to this day.

All that reached my ears were sighs of distress. I couldn't tell if they came from my mouth or hers. When the sighs overlapped, we couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment.

“Ahahaha…”

Yui Hama gave a shy smile, perhaps trying to hide the awkwardness of meeting my gaze. If I could, I'd love to ease the tension with a smile too. Unfortunately, I don't have that skill. Strange… I've heard that everyone can smile…

As an alternative, I forced open my heavy lips, intending to talk about something boring to distract myself.

"...That's it."

Hearing my meaningless murmurs, Yuihama looked surprised. The grip on my arm tightened a little, and the atmosphere became slightly tense as she waited for me to continue.

Body temperature was transmitted through the fabric.

I could clearly feel that temperature, which made me completely forget what I wanted to say.

"...It's so cold today."

So, all I can do is speak the words that come to mind. Even though they're still meaningless.

"Hmm, hmm...yes."

Because the sentence was so meaningless, Yuihama didn't know how to react, and her reply was unclear.

However, the strength gripping the cuffs of her tracksuit suddenly seemed to dissipate.

The conversation ended there.

Silence fell again.

It's not silence, but wordlessness.

I couldn't discern the emotions conveyed in the subtle sounds of breathing. The thumping from my body was too loud for me to hear clearly.

Just as I was worrying whether Yuihama could hear my heartbeat, a biting north wind blew against me.

The cold air that crept in through my collar and cuffs made me shiver involuntarily.

"It's so cold..."

The complaint slipped out. Yui nodded vigorously in agreement.

"It's so cold! Wow! The wind is icy!"

Yuihama was shivering from the cold and took about half a step closer to the road—which was on my side.

"Hey, don't use me to block the wind, okay?"

"But it's so cold..."

As she spoke, she looked up at me, her expression somewhat resembling that of a small dog tied up in front of a supermarket. Being stared at like that, I felt too embarrassed to move away, and could only grumble resentfully.

"...It is indeed very cold."

"Ugh, it's so cold."