My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

surrender.

This is basically a mix of vegetables and artificial seasonings with increased quantity!

But since I had already said it, I couldn't just admit defeat, so I had no choice but to listen patiently.

"It probably started in the upper grades of elementary school, and it's been like that ever since..."

Yukinoshita's expression was different from before; it appeared somewhat gloomy.

What does it feel like to receive affection from the opposite sex every moment for the past five years?

As someone who has been disliked by the opposite sex for the past sixteen years, I simply cannot understand it.

Even on Valentine's Day, my mom stopped giving me chocolates. It was a completely different world, belonging to the ever-smiling, triumphant group. Was she simply showing off?

However, there is some truth to that.

Despite our different circumstances, being forced to bear the most genuine emotions is undoubtedly a painful thing.

It's as painful as standing naked in a storm or being besieged in a class meeting.

A person is pushed in front of the blackboard, and the surrounding classmates clap and shout "Apologize~~ Apologize~~", which is also a hellish scene.

...That was really painful. I only cried once at school.

However, I'm not the focus right now.

"Being liked is much better than being disliked. You're too willful."

I must have suddenly remembered my painful past to blurt out those words.

Upon hearing this, Yukino sighed slightly, her expression appearing very much like a smile, but in reality, it was not.

"I never wanted to be liked by others."

She said it irritably, then added in a low voice:

"However, it might be nice if everyone genuinely likes me."

"What?"

Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, so I couldn't help but ask again.

At that moment, Yukino looked at me seriously and asked:

"What would you think if you had a friend who was very popular with girls?"

"What a stupid question! I don't have any friends at all, so I don't have to worry about it at all."

My answer was very decisive and full of masculinity.

Even I was surprised by my own unhesitating, almost interrupting Yukino's words. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, probably startled as well.

"...For a second, I thought you said something really cool."

Under the snow, she lowered her head, pressing her temples as if she had a headache.

"Otherwise, imagine what you would do."

"I will kill him."

She nodded, seemingly quite satisfied with the immediate response.

"See? You also want the other person to disappear. That's the same as a irrational beast... no, even worse than a beast... There were many people like that in my old school. They could only confirm their existence through that kind of method. How tragic."

After Yukino finished speaking, she gave a cold laugh.

Girls who are unpopular with other girls—this type of person definitely exists. I've been to school for the past ten years, and even if I wasn't a central figure, I could understand this from the sidelines. No, I should say I understand it precisely because I was an observer.

Yukino must have been in the center, which is why she was surrounded by enemies on all sides.

It's easy to predict what problems this kind of person will encounter.

"When I was in elementary school, my indoor shoes were hidden almost sixty times, fifty of which were done by the girls in my class."

"What about the remaining ten times?"

"The boy hid it three times, the teacher bought it twice, and the dog hid it five times."

"The dog has hidden itself way too many times!"

This is truly beyond my imagination.

"That's not what's surprising, is it?"

"I deliberately didn't ask!"

"Because of this, I have to carry my indoor shoes and recorder with me every day."

Yukino looked annoyed, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Please don't misunderstand, my sympathy for her is absolutely not out of guilt for switching the flute mouthpiece when no one was in the classroom early in the morning during elementary school! I genuinely feel sorry for Yukinoshita, absolutely! Hachiman would never lie!

"You're so pitiful."

"Yes, it's so pitiful. Who taught me to be so cute?"

Seeing Yukinoshita making such a self-deprecating joke, I wasn't so angry this time.

"But there's nothing we can do about it, after all, no one is perfect. Humans are weak and ugly inside, easily kicking others aside out of jealousy. Strangely enough, the more outstanding a person is, the more miserable they seem to be. Don't you find that ironic? That's why I want to change humanity, and this world."

The snow beneath her gaze was incredibly serious, like chilling dry ice; I felt like I was about to get frostbite.

"It seems like you're heading in the wrong direction..."

"Really? But that's much better than your lazy, complacent attitude. I... I hate it when you accept your own weakness."

After speaking, she turned to look out the window.

Yukino Yukinoshita is a beautiful girl. That's an indisputable fact, even I have to admit it.

To outsiders, she was an excellent student, perfect in every way, but her personality flaws were a fatal flaw in this beautiful gem, and not just a minor one.

However, there must have been a reason for her fatal injury.

I didn't completely believe what Hiratsuka-sensei meant, but Yukino Yukinoshita certainly has her own troubles.

It's not difficult to hide your troubles, pretend to fit in, and deceive yourself and those around you; most people in the world do this. For example, when a good student gets a high score, they will only say that they were lucky or got it by chance; a pretty girl will deliberately say that she has recently gained subcutaneous fat when she meets an unattractive girl who envies her appearance, emphasizing her less-than-beautiful side.

But Yukino wouldn't do that kind of thing.

She would never lie.

Her attitude is indeed commendable.

After all, I'm just like her.

After finishing her speech, Yukinoshita resumed reading the library book.

Seeing that, I suddenly had an indescribable feeling.

—I shamelessly believe that we must have something in common.

For some reason, even this silence now gives me a sense of comfort.

I felt my heart beating faster, as if trying to outpace the second hand.

In this case……

Since that's the case, then...

"Under the snow, I'll be your friend—"

"I'm sorry, there's no way around it."

"Please, I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Yukinoshita flatly refused, even giving a "Ugh, how disgusting" look.

This guy is definitely not cute at all!

Romantic comedies, oh my god!

Volume 1, Chapter 3: Yui Yuigahama occasionally glances at people's expressions.

"You, you even have trauma from cooking classes?"

I skipped cooking class and was then asked to write a home economics report. But after submitting the report, I was inexplicably called to the faculty office.

This scene seems familiar. Hiratsuka-sensei, why do I have to listen to your lecture again?

"Teacher, I remember you should teach Chinese literature..."

"I'm also in charge of student life counseling. Ms. Tsurumi dumps all her work on me."

I glanced into the corner of the office and saw him watering the foliage plants. Mr. Hiratsuka glanced at him, then looked back at me.

"Let me hear your reasons for skipping class first, and give me a brief answer."

"No, I just don't quite understand the point of taking cooking classes with my classmates..."

"I don't understand the point of your answer either. Hachiman, do you hate being in a group that much? Or is there simply no group that wants you to join?"

Hiratsuka-sensei stared at my face, looking genuinely worried.

"No, no, no, what are you saying, teacher? This is a cooking class! It's meaningless if we don't practice in a realistic way. My mom cooks alone, so it's right for one person to cook! Conversely, dividing students into small groups for cooking class is wrong!"

"Those are two different things."

"Teacher, are you saying my mother is wrong? Unforgivable! No matter what you say next, it's useless; I'm going home!"

After refuting the teacher, I turned to leave the office.

"Don't even think about pretending to be angry and running away."

...I've been found out. Hiratsuka-sensei reached out and grabbed my collar, turning me around like she was picking up a kitten. Hmm, maybe I should stick out my tongue and say "Hehe♪ Oh no~~☆", that would give me a better chance of getting away with it.

Professor Hiratsuka sighed and tapped my report.

"Up to 'How to Make Delicious Curry,' there were no problems, but then it went on to 'First, cut the onion into fan shapes, then into thin slices, and add seasonings. Just like a shallow person is easily influenced, thinly sliced ​​onions absorb flavor better'... Who told you to add satire? Give me some beef." (The Japanese word for "satire" is "skin and flesh.")

"Teacher, please don't look at me like you're saying, 'I told you so well, didn't I?'... It makes me feel embarrassed..."

"I don't want to see this kind of stuff either. No need for me to say more, rewrite it."

The teacher felt utterly helpless and lit a cigarette in his mouth.

"By the way, you can cook?"

Ms. Hiratsuka flipped through my report, looking surprised, and asked, "How unexpected. These days, even high school students should know how to make curry."

"Yes, it's only natural to think about the future."

"Are you at the age where you want to move out and live alone?"

"No, that's not what I meant."

"oh?"

Hiratsuka-sensei pressed, her gaze demanding, "Why is that?"

"Cooking is an essential skill for stay-at-home dads."

Upon hearing my answer, Ms. Hiratsuka blinked her large eyes, which were coated with light-colored mascara, several times.

"Do you want to be a stay-at-home dad?"

"This is one of my options for the future."

"Don't talk about dreams with those dead fish eyes; your eyes should at least sparkle! So, what are your plans for the future? I'd like to hear them and get some feedback."

The atmosphere wasn't conducive to answering "You should worry about your future first," so I obediently gave a reasonable answer.

"Choose a decent university to continue your studies."

The teacher nodded.

"Hmm, and then? What kind of job do you plan to do?"

"I'll marry a beautiful and capable girl, and then have her support me."

"I asked you what kind of 'job' you're looking for! Give me the job category!"

"Just say you're a stay-at-home dad."

"Those are called gigolos! They're the worst kind of trash! They'll pretend to marry you, then suddenly take over your house, even making their own keys. They'll move all your belongings in too, and if you break up, they'll even take your furniture! They're absolutely awful!"

Ms. Hiratsuka gave me detailed and earnest advice, her words coming out like a machine gun. She was still out of breath from speaking so passionately, and tears were welling up in her eyes.