My youth romance is always confusing

June is traditionally the graduation season. When people think of graduation, what do they think of? Do they feel like they are finally free, or do they feel anxious about the future? Perhaps it is both. However, as time goes by, the thoughts that were originally covered by another layer are slowly worn away by time, revealing another layer that was not obvious at first.

For high school students, after the college entrance examination, most people will think about relaxing instead of thinking about the future. For college students, graduation season may mean choices for their future life.

For me in this world, when I chose a university in another place during college, I could not avoid traveling far away from home. When I graduated and left school, what did I think about when I came here, or the longing to return home?

I don't know the answer to this.

As for why I should think about this long list of messy things that have nothing to do with who I am now?

That might be because I was in the shower and my brain was flooded.

"Whoo~"

The hot water from the shower head rushed over Hachiman's body, and the fatigue from going out was slowly taken away by the water.

People always like to think about random things when taking a bath.

This is especially true for a high school sophomore.

Speculation about women? World peace?

I haven't thought about anything else.

I don’t know what Yukinoshita was thinking while taking a bath.

......

Oh no, my head is a little hot when I think of that woman taking a bath. Really, where did the Yukinoshita bacteria come from? The infection rate is so high.

After drying my body, I lay down on the bed to relax.

Like a dried fish.

"Drip drip drip"

The cell phone danced on the table without considering its owner's mood.

Oh my god, why is someone contacting me again?

"Hey?"

"Hello, hello! This is your dear sister. How was your fun with Xiaojing and the others today?"

Damn it, Yukinoshita Haruno.

Hachiman wasn't in the mood to deal with her right now.

"Okay."

After saying that, I hung up the phone and threw the phone on the bed.

"Drip drip drip"

A few seconds after the call was hung up, the annoying ringtone rang again.

"Why did you hang up your sister's phone? You little rascal."

Although the words seemed gentle, the voice sounded like a demon crawling out of hell. I could even imagine the extremely gloomy face of Yukinoshita Haruno on the other side of the phone.

"Nothing, my hand slipped accidentally."

Then he hung up the phone decisively again.

A few seconds passed.

"Drip drip drip"

Sure enough, the phone rang again.

"Ah, sister, I just want to hear your angry voice that you can't do anything to me. Oops, my hand slipped."

beep--

This time the call was hung up by the other party.

The speed of his speech was as if he was afraid that I would hang up first and not finish my sentence, so he spoke like a machine gun, rattling on and on.

But thanks to her temper, I was finally able to have some peace and quiet.

But when I think about what happened this morning and what Mr. Hiratsuka said, I feel like there's an unquenchable fire in my heart, burning with itch.

After all, I'm not a particularly melancholy person, but I can't help but feel that there is always a troublemaker throwing things in front of me.

It made me start thinking about these illusory things.

From the perspective of the future, I have a beautiful, well-built and rich wife. Although her personality doesn't seem to be very good, she has successfully realized my dream of being a househusband during high school.

But why——

"Alas, bitches are just hypocritical."

That’s right, Hikigaya Hachiman is a bitch who likes to nitpick, and I don’t hate myself for that.

"I am searching..."

I opened the phone book and found the man's name.

FromHachiman

Toiwa wooden base

[Are you free tomorrow? I want to ask you something. ]

Seconds back

From wooden base

To Hachiman

[Of course, anything is fine as long as it allows me to escape from the pain of writing.]

"...This guy."

Just by looking at the text, one can guess Zaimokuza's current situation. He is probably trying hard to write something but has no inspiration at all.

What a qualified patient with writer's disease.

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"So that's why you threw my underwear in the basin after washing it?"

"......"

Yukino stood at the door holding some obviously wet black underwear and looked at Hachiman, not caring about the awkward atmosphere at all.

"It's fine if you just go out to play, but you don't even wash your clothes properly or hang them up after washing."

"Ah... that's my fault."

I didn't make excuses for myself. It was indeed me who forgot to hang up my underwear.

I turned my eyes away from Yukinoshita.

As for why...a beautiful woman standing in front of you holding her own underwear for you to see, this scene is simply too much for him to bear.

After hearing Hachiman admit his mistake, Yukino didn't intend to continue teaching him a lesson.

"It won't happen again."

Seeing Yukinoshita, who was coming to call for an explanation, just turned back with her hands folded, Hachiman let out a sigh of relief.

This world is so difficult.

So the next morning, after seeing off Yukinoshita, who looked normal, and the well-behaved little Yuna, I prepared to go to the meeting at Zaimokuza.

"Is this right here?"

A normal looking fast food restaurant, very high school style.

I pushed the door open and saw Zaimoku sitting in the back row.

Due to the weather, this guy didn't wear his big windbreaker, which he always carried with him. After all, it was summer.

Zaimokuza was sitting in his seat, reading a light novel with great interest, and was unaware of Hachiman's approach.

"What are you looking at? You look so absorbed in it."

Zaimokuza was startled by my sudden words and lost his grip on the book in his hand. After flipping it over a few times, it finally fell onto the table.

——"Travels of a High School Student in Another World"

Why does this guy look like reading this kind of book? Doesn’t he write campus-themed books?

Without any movement after being startled, I sat on the recliner and asked the waiter to place two orders.

Only after finishing all these did I have time to look at the man in front of me.

Unlike before, he would wear a big windbreaker and half-finger gloves in the summer and sweat all over. Maybe he changed his lifestyle that was inconsistent with physical common sense after coming into contact with society, but it can still be seen that Zaimokuza is a person who does not care much about his appearance.

Slightly messy hair, still wearing the black-framed glasses from high school, and that I can tell without knowing too much about it——

"Zaimokuza, have you gained weight?"

If Zaimokuza was strong and a little fat in high school, now he is just simply fat.

"Ahem, Hachiman my friend, don't worry about this."

After hearing that the first thing Hachiman said when they met was about body shape, Zaimokuza felt a little embarrassed.

It was okay in high school, as I had physical education classes every week. But in college and even after I started working, I tried not to move as much as possible, so my figure gradually became what it is now.

"Rather than talking about body shape, Hachiman, what can I do for you?"

Yes, I looked for Zaimokuza simply because I knew this guy best in my limited school life.

If there is anything I can learn from the people who have passed by, then Zaimokuza is undoubtedly a new level for me.

"I read your book, it's well written."

I remembered the books on the bookshelf. The final volume will be released in April, so this is the perfect introduction to start the topic.

But I didn't expect that just two casual words from me would make Zaimokuza embarrassed.

"Hey~hey~"

The heavy hands scratched the back of his head again and again, and Zaimokuza looked very shy.

"Well, the prototype is you, so it would be great if you are satisfied."

As the prototype character and a reader, the recognition of such people is even more meaningful to Zaimokuza.

Although he has been in the industry for quite a while, I am still very happy to hear such words now.

After getting the consent of Hachiman and others during his college years, he began to serialize "Oregairu" quietly. It has been seven or eight years now.

When it ended at the beginning of the year, he seemed to have put down a burden and felt relieved.

"For reference, I'd like to hear your thoughts when you were writing the book, especially those plots that use me as a prototype."

I made another request to Zaimokuza, just like I did in high school.

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