Why wasn't I the one who got the male lead's script?

"Xingjian, are you stupid..."

"what?"

"I just said that casually."

"But it's true that you're using instant fried rice for dinner."

"Well, that's no big deal..."

"If you say that you've always come here like this, then it makes sense for me to bring you a lunch box today."

"Well………"

Realizing that she really couldn't win the argument, Futaba showed a troubled and helpless expression, but still reluctantly let Xingjian enter her home.

"Are you some new type of high-quality human mother-in-law?"

"Neither. I'm the mommy-type boyfriend who can cook, comes to see you first, and brags about himself."

Under Futaba's somewhat resentful gaze, Hoshimi walked into the living room of Futaba's house - and saw this slightly messy scene.

The blanket on the sofa was discarded at the edge in its random wrinkles. The various draft papers and stationery items on the table looked extremely messy. It was obvious that the owner of this house did not have the habit of cleaning up waste paper regularly. Many white papers that had been used and filled with densely written formulas were scattered on the ground.

Xingjian sighed slightly.

"Fortunately, it's not as messy as I imagined."

"What? That's such a rude tone."

Of course, this also caused dissatisfaction from Miss Futaba.

"I will clean it regularly, but today is not the scheduled time."

"I see. Let me help you clean up then."

"Well……"

Although there was still a hint of awkwardness on her face, Futaba did not object to Hoshimi's suggestion.

"I always feel... a little embarrassed to ask you for help..."

"We're just friends, don't be polite."

"No, I'm not saying this to distance myself from you. What I mean is... ahem."

The gray-haired girl lowered her head slightly and pushed up her glasses. Her facial expression was obscured by her hands, so it was unclear what her gesture was.

"We're...dating, right? I don't want you to think that being my boyfriend means you have to meticulously handle all my problems... That feels like you're being used like a babysitter."

When Xingjian heard this, she was stunned for a moment, then she unconsciously narrowed her eyes and smiled warmly.

"...What are you laughing at?"

"No, I just think Futaba is really cute. She's a good kid with a lot of empathy."

"I, I should like you, a guy who speaks shamelessly without blushing..."

And the sentence you just said sounded too much like an old lady.

"Come to think of it, don't you think the way we get along isn't quite like a couple?"

In order to hide her embarrassment, she turned around and lowered her head to wipe her glasses, but when she turned around and looked at Xingjian again, the remaining redness on her face had not completely disappeared.

"Hmm... let's do this then."

The black-haired boy pursed his lips and thought seriously for a moment, then made a suggestion seriously.

"Let's do something couples should do."

[Futaba Line] Different Paths to the Same Destination: Chapter 2: Couple Game (Part 2)

"Let's do something that couples should do together."

Although this was a sentence that could be easily misunderstood, Futaba knew very well that a guy like Hoshimi with a crazy mind would never think of going to "that kind of" place.

And the subsequent development was just as she expected.

"........."

Futaba, who was sitting on the sofa with her head down, watching a TV program that had no interest in her at all, blinked, then glanced at the black-haired boy leaning next to her out of the corner of her eye.

And his left hand, which he pressed down with very gentle force and lightly clasped on the sofa cushion.

Having said that, this is the benefit brought by the so-called "boyfriend/girlfriend" status.

“…Why is my heart beating so fast in such a strange place?”

After feeling the strange heartbeat, Miss Futaba blamed herself in her heart, feeling a little disappointed with herself. Then she pretended to be calm and looked away, pretending to be watching a TV program.

In fact, she didn't care at all what was broadcast on TV.

"...Is this what you call what lovers should do, Hoshimi?"

In the end, she couldn't keep her composure and used a not-so-gentle tone to hide her panic.

"Eh... just sitting at home together watching TV or something, it should feel like a young couple."

"What kind of life are you talking about, an old married couple? How could a newly-started couple possibly do that?"

Futaba sighed helplessly, then pulled her hand out of Hoshimi's palm and turned slightly to face him.

"How can a couple in the honeymoon phase of love be so accustomed to each other? Many things are on the verge of breaking out - hmm."

But Miss Futaba, who was very confident in her words, soon stopped her preaching.

The reason for this was that the boy who was standing right next to her turned his face towards her—a light that could not be ignored gleamed in his eyes as he faced her.

"and then?"

He seemed genuinely curious about what should happen next.

"Well……"

Why is this guy so troublesome?

Miss Futaba, who felt particularly impatient in front of this person, rubbed her hair in annoyance. Now she no longer intended to hide her thoughts and all her negative emotions.

——And the irresistible impulse.

"So-called lovers..."

She, who had always been at a disadvantage in front of Xing Jian, swallowed her throat.

——Then, he took bold action.

Actively shorten the distance with the boy.

"That's the kind of bad thing he would do."

Although her face was flushed, Miss Futaba forced herself to maintain a "relaxed" smile and placed her left hand on the sofa cushion behind the boy.

This shortened the distance between the two people to the point where they could hear each other's breathing.

"------"

Her behavior this time really caught Xingjian off guard, and the astonishment that inadvertently appeared on the boy's face was seen by Futaba.

"........."

"I see. This guy's weakness is also a straight shot."

Miss Futaba, realizing that she seemed to have noticed something, smiled confidently in her heart - until the boy blinked and spoke again.

"It smells so nice. Futaba, are you wearing any perfume?"

"Woo——"

This equally unexpected reply made Ms. Futaba's hands, which were originally pressed on the pillow, tremble, and she almost fell on the other person.

"Forget it...you're such a spoiler."

Then she angrily pulled her hand back and sat back down, leaving Xingjian, who was confused, smiling with her lips pursed.

"Hey, this time there's a new "disappointing" prefix before the "idiot" comment."

“It’s a real downer.”

"why."

"………Fool."

The gray-haired girl who had turned her head away like a stubborn child finally turned sideways and touched her blushed cheeks, her voice so weak that it was barely audible.

"For things like this...don't let me take the initiative all the time."

"…………"

At this point, the Xingjian boy, who had been quite confident and at ease before, slightly contracted his pupils and the expression on his face changed.

"Oh no—that's so cute."

Why didn’t I realize that Futaba has such a cute side before?

It's like a child who has been planning for a long time and finally dares to express his special affection to his crush in a demonstrative way, but when he realizes that the other party does not understand his feelings, he runs away, arming himself with cold or harsh words and actions like a hedgehog.

But to those who see this clearly, this behavior is actually super cute.

When faced with cute things, humans always have an inexplicable desire to possess and tease them - sometimes both.

Today's star-gazing is actually no exception, however.

Before his mind was gradually filled with crazy thoughts of "What should I do? I just want to hug such a cute creature and kiss it enough", an idea made him calm down.

That is, right now, in the so-called "public consciousness", he is dating Isshiki Iroha, not Futaba Rio.

At this moment, a strange sense of ritual suddenly emerged in my heart.

"...At least before we officially start dating, please control your behavior."

Maybe only those newbies in love who have no experience would care more about things like "first love", "first hand holding" and "first kiss". Anyway, after calming down, Xingjian felt that these were actions that required careful consideration before taking.

And based on his understanding of Futaba, the other party is likely to think the same way.

And most importantly.

Performing these actions rashly might not give Futaba the sense of security and stability she needs.

Xingjian knew very well how insecure this guy was.

After thinking it over, the boy suppressed the impulse that came to his mind——

He then firmly embraced the girl who turned away alone and didn't want to face him.

"Ugh."

From somewhere came a cry like that of a small animal.

"I'll hurry up and take care of things with Isshiki, Futaba."

The boy's sincere promise actually sounded a bit nonsensical to the flustered Futaba.

"You guy, why are you always so illogical—"

"Because I only want to date Futaba right now, no one else will."

"Well…………"

"I hope you can rely on me a little more, even if it's just from a small, subtle level. It's okay to make excessive demands on me, because it's you... As long as it's you, I can accept it all."

I felt a little dizzy from the continuous straight balls.

Why doesn't this guy feel corny when he says these things?

Miss Futaba, whose rationality had almost collapsed, subconsciously touched her hot cheeks, then raised her head and looked at the electronic clock hanging on the wall with a somewhat troubled look.

Now, the last bus for this guy to go home is gone.

[Futaba Line] Different Paths to the Same Destination: Chapter 2: Couple Game (Part 3)

"I say... Xingjian, you're not deliberately stalling for time so you can stay at my house overnight, are you?"

"Hmm? Stalling for time? What time is it?"

"...Forget it, it seems I thought too much about you."

Miss Futaba let out a sigh of helplessness, and then felt a little awkwardly the body temperature that was so close yet so different.

She has always been used to being alone and doesn't like physical contact with others, so this was actually the first time she touched someone else's body.