My youth romance is always confusing

As agreed with Yukinoshita, the next morning after sending little Yuna to school, I went back to my hometown, intending to tell Mitsuki about my situation.

Since I had talked to Komachi on the phone beforehand, I made sure that both of them would be at home today.

"Whoo~"

When I arrived at the door of my house, I actually felt a little nervous?

Maybe it was because I was the passive party last time because everyone attacked me, but this time I took the initiative to speak, so I felt a little nervous.

"click"

Insert the key into the door lock and push the door open.

I was about to step in, but a girl suddenly interrupted me.

Takamiya Mitsuki was standing at the entrance and changing her shoes. When she saw Hachiman pushing the door open, she was stunned, then turned into ecstasy.

"It's just right that you're here. I'm short of people here."

"what?"

Without understanding what was going on, Mitsuki pulled me out of the house.

"I don't know why you want to see me today, but please send me to this place first."

Miyue forcibly pulled me into the car and asked me to act as a temporary driver.

Then she took out her mobile phone map and pointed to a location for me.

"stadium?"

Looking at the signs on the map, I was a little surprised.

How did the lazy and lazy beautiful girl who usually chatters away become a sporty girl?

"Why do you suddenly want to go here?"

"Hachiman, just forget about it and drive quickly. We don't have much time."

Miyue is very anxious now. Her partner suddenly informed her that she has to arrive at the venue early. This makes her very busy. But with a driver, there will be no problem.

She urged Hachiman to drive quickly.

"Oh."

Although I didn't know what happened, Miyuki looked very anxious, so I immediately drove to that place.

With my superb driving skills, we arrived at our destination in a short while.

"so many people?"

The huge crowds of people in front of me really scared me. It was even more crowded than any previous fireworks display.

"Hachiman, stop looking and follow me."

With the idea that one more person means one more laborer, capitalist Takamiya Mitsuki plans to severely exploit today's Hikigaya Hachiman.

I didn't look carefully in the car just now, but Mitsuki was wearing the Sobu High School uniform.

"Are you planning on reminiscing about your youth today?"

Although it's sad, it's true that Takamiya Mitsuki seems to have not grown much since high school, and this outfit still fits her well.

But Hachiman didn't dare to say this.

He didn't know what Mitsuki would think, but if he said that to Yukinoshita, she would probably go crazy on the spot.

But Yukinoshita is in great shape now. So, Mitsuki, you need to work harder. Maybe you’ll have secondary development after giving birth to a child?

But it sounds even sadder...

"Hachiman, why do you care about this? Come and help me carry this."

After saying that, Miyuki threw a bag in front of me.

"oh oh."

Really, he didn't say anything before throwing it, and as soon as he said it, it was already thrown at me.

I was so flustered that I almost didn't catch it.

Perhaps because there were too many people in the venue, Hachiman and Mitsuki did not continue their conversation until -

"Here we are. This is our booth."

To be honest, no matter how little I've seen it before, I know where this place is now.

“Is this your booth at Comic-Con?”

It always feels a bit funny to see a few girls slowly organizing books there.

"Speaking of which, where are the boys? You guys aren't the only girls here, are you?"

Why are there no boys doing this kind of physical work? How confident are you in your physical strength?

"Shut up Hachiman, why do you have so many questions? Besides, aren't the boys here?"

After saying that, Miyue gave me a sidelong glance.

What? Am I just here to do hard labor? This unlovable sister.

But as the elder brother, I shouldn't refuse this request, even if it's just in name only.

"Yes, yes, I know."

Miyuki and I went to the back of the booth and started helping the girls with odd jobs.

But gradually, I became the only one doing it. They ran to the front to discuss something, but I was also happy to be idle. Just like when I was a child playing Jenga by myself, I squatted on the ground and tinkered with those miscellaneous items.

"Eh? Fumi-kun isn't here yet? The show is about to start."

Short-haired girl A asked ponytailed girl B, "If he doesn't come, what will happen to the boys' cosplay? We can't just rely on Mitsuki alone."

Did the boys fail? No wonder they were so anxious.

I squatted on the ground and stacked the boards, then continued to listen to their conversation.

"I just called to ask, and he said he had something urgent and couldn't come. What the hell, he actually stood us up!"

Girl C explained the situation to Miyue, and it seemed that Miyue didn't have any good ideas now. If all else failed, she would be the only one to cosplay as the protagonist. Although the quality was greatly reduced, it was still better than nothing.

Man - man - man, ahhhhh. Really, she changed her mind at the last minute. Where can she find a suitable man to come over at this time?

"Mizuki, are these things just placed here?"

After I sorted out the wooden boards, I stood up and asked Mitsuki who was still thinking.

Who knew that Mitsuki's eyes lit up when she saw Hachiman standing up, "Man? Isn't that him?"

So she pulled Hachiman in front of everyone.

"Hey, wait, you..."

Without considering whether Hachiman was shy or not, Mitsuki let him stand in front of everyone.

"There's no one else anyway, so let's just use him for the time being."

Mitsuki had no psychological burden at all regarding the matter of betraying her own brother.

"No matter what, there's no need to find someone to come over temporarily. Not everyone can come—"

Girl A was about to refute Mitsuki's behavior, but when she saw Hachiman's appearance, her eyes lit up instantly.

This half-handsome face, this gloomy temperament, and most importantly! Those natural dead fish eyes! This is the perfect cosplayer!

"Where did you find such a cosplayer that fits the image so well?"

"You're amazing, Mitsuki."

After careful observation, everyone thought it was amazing that Mitsuki could find someone who fit the role so well in such a short time.

Mitsuki, who was being adored by everyone, touched her head and asked, "Really?"

Then she began to look carefully at the face in front of her that she had seen for ten years, and it seemed... it did look a bit similar?

But it doesn't matter, being able to help is the most important thing.

"Huh? Coser? What are you talking about?"

Before I could figure out the situation, Mitsuki pulled me aside. The girls in the distance were pointing at me and saying weird things like 'Wow, you're really the hero in the novel' and 'You're the reincarnation of the Great Teacher'.

Only when they reached a place with fewer people did Mitsuki let go of her hand.

"As you can see, this place is a comic convention. We are here to sell comic books. Do you understand?"

"what."

Although I didn't fully understand it, I still pretended to understand it.

"Now our cosplayers... you know what a coser is, they are people who do cosplay."

"I still know this for the time being."

After all, I was also a member of the otaku culture when I was in high school, although it wasn’t that serious.

"We are short of one of our people. He cannot come due to some emergency, so now I have conscripted you."

"This? Huh?"

Why did the topic suddenly turn to me again?

However, Mitsuki misunderstood Hachiman's attitude as a sign of dissatisfaction.

So she stood in front of Hachiman, holding her waist and repeated what she had just said.

"I say, you are now—recruited—by me!"

That aura, just like a little tigress.

Now I finally understand, it turns out this guy wants me to cosplay.

How can someone like me accomplish what those popular people can do?

"Stop messing around. This kind of thing can't be done by just arresting one person."

In order to draw a line between myself and the present, I still resist stubbornly.

"Never mind. You're the only one who can help me now. Brother, you have to help me~."

As she said this, she tilted her head and shook my arm, completely losing the tigress aura she had just had.

It's really strange. Before, this guy always called me by my name, but now he calls me brother.

Damn it, I can’t stand this kind of attack from Komachi.

How despicable, Takamiya Mitsuki.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you, so what do you need me to do?"

"hey-hey."

After hearing Hachiman's relenting, Mitsuki turned around and picked up the bag on the ground.

"Just change into the clothes here, it's very simple."

It looks like there's no way to avoid it.

Ugh.

I picked up my clothes and walked towards the bathroom.

When I got to the cubicle, I opened the bag and found that inside was a set of boys' Sobu High School uniform.

What? What kind of cosplay is this?

But without giving it much thought, I quickly put them on and fled the men's room.

Don't ask me what I saw in the men's room at Comic-Con.

On the way back, I felt that this outfit still fit me well. I didn't expect that Mitsuki could get such suitable clothes, it's amazing.

As I changed my clothes, more and more people came to the venue.

When I returned to the booth, I found that there was already a long line of people in front of me.

"Hey, you—"

When I saw Mitsuki, she pulled me to the side of the booth before I could finish my words.

"Just stand here and strike a pose following my instructions."

"Oh."

Although I'm not used to it, but after all I promised her, I can only do things according to her request. But before that, I still have a few questions to ask her.

"Isn't this cosplay? What kind of cosplay is wearing a school uniform?"

I didn't expect that after hearing what I said, Miyue actually looked at me with a strange expression, as if she saw some rare animal.

"Didn't you see the name of our booth?"

Then she pointed to the sign that had just been put up, which read "My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As Expected"

This... This is! That Zaimokuza guy's!

"Hey, you didn't pull me here on purpose, did you?"

Unconsciously, I was treating Mitsuki in the same tone I used to treat Yukinoshita.

"Huh? How is that possible? I just went out this morning and saw that you were free, so I pulled you over. How could this be a planned plan?"

Mitsuki, who was questioned by me, also confronted me with a stern face.

"Oh, then it's such a coincidence that this dress fits so well. What are you...what are you doing?"