My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

It's so pitiful... Seeing how miserable the teacher is, I couldn't help but want to say something to encourage her.

"Teacher, please don't worry, I won't become that kind of person! I will do the housework well and become a gigolo who surpasses even the most effeminate men!"

"What is a 'super pretty boy'?!"

My future dreams were denied, bringing me to a crossroads in my life. At this critical moment when my dreams were about to be shattered, I tried to persuade others with reason.

"Calling him a gigolo is indeed a very unpleasant term, but I think it wouldn't be so bad if we changed the name to stay-at-home dad."

"Um?"

Ms. Hiratsuka glared at me, her chair creaking, a sound that said, "Let's hear what you have to say."

"Modern society advocates gender equality, and women are naturally becoming more and more active in society. The fact that Ms. Hiratsuka is also a teacher is proof of this."

"...Yes, indeed."

It seems the opening remarks were successful, so we can continue.

"It goes without saying that with a large number of women entering the workforce, men will face a shortage of available positions. After all, throughout history and across the world, job vacancies have never been inexhaustible."

"Well……"

"For example, suppose a company had 100 employees 50 years ago, and the proportion of men should have been 100%. But when the company hired 50 women out of obligation, naturally 50 men would have to find other jobs. Just a simple calculation shows that so many men lost their jobs. If we also consider the economic downturn in recent years, the number of male employees will inevitably become even smaller."

As I said this, Hiratsuka-sensei stroked her chin, lost in thought.

"Go on."

"Modern companies don't need as many employees as before. The widespread use of computers and the development of the internet have made them more efficiency-oriented, and individual productivity has increased significantly. As a result, there's a situation in society where 'being too driven isn't good.' That's why we have concepts like 'part-time work' now, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is."

"In addition, home appliances have made great strides, and everyone can rely on them to do housework, even men."

"Hey, wait."

Just as I was speaking animatedly, I was suddenly interrupted by the teacher. She coughed lightly, stared at my face, and said:

"Those machines aren't easy to operate...it might not go smoothly."

"It's probably just the teachers who don't know how to operate it."

"……What?"

The teacher turned her chair around and kicked my shin. It hurt like hell! And she glared at me fiercely. I quickly changed the subject and continued talking.

"In short! Everyone is working so hard to create a society where people don't have to work, yet now they're asking others to work or complaining about not having jobs. Don't you find that ridiculous?"

The perfect conclusion: We've lost at work! We've lost at work!

"Sigh...you're still the same old you."

The teacher sighed deeply, but then seemed to remember something and smiled, saying:

"Let you eat a meal cooked by a girl once, and maybe your opinion will change..."

She stood up and forcefully pushed my shoulder out of the office.

"Wait, wait a minute! What are you going to do, teacher? It'll hurt, it'll hurt!"

"Go and serve at the community school to learn the value of diligence."

My shoulders felt like they were being clamped tightly in a pair of vises, and finally my whole body was pushed out with great force.

When I turned to protest the way the teacher treated me, she slammed the door shut without any politeness, which meant "I will not listen to any arguments, resistance, protests, dissatisfaction, or backtalk."

Should we just leave?

I had barely thought that when a sharp pain shot through my shoulder where the teacher had grabbed me. If I ran away, I'd probably get beaten again... What a terrifying teacher, able to induce a conditioned reflex in me so quickly.

I had no choice but to show my face at this weird club I recently joined, something called "Service Club." Although it's nominally a club, I have absolutely no idea what its activities are. Incidentally, I have even less of a clue about the club president.

What kind of person is she?

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As usual, Yukinoshita was reading in the club office.

After a brief greeting, I moved my chair to a spot a little further away from Yukinoshita and sat down, then took a few books out of my bag. The Service Club has now completely transformed into a reading club for boys and girls.

So what exactly is this club doing? What happened to the competition that was supposed to take place?

Suddenly, the answer to the question arrived along with a faint knock from the visitor.

"Please come in."

Yukino stopped turning the pages, carefully placed the bookmark, and looked up to answer the door.

"Sorry to bother you."

The other person seemed very nervous, and their voice was a little high-pitched.

A girl opened the door a crack and then squeezed through the narrow space, as if she didn't want anyone to see her.

The girl had shoulder-length wavy brown hair that swayed with every step she took. Her gaze kept shifting, as if she were probing, and she let out a soft scream whenever our eyes met.

Am I some kind of strange creature?

"W-How come there's an autistic guy?!"

"...I am a member of this company."

Is the "autistic man" talking about me? And who is this guy?

To be honest, I have absolutely no recollection of her.

However, she looked like a typical high school girl these days, a very common type—a girl who celebrates youth and has a glamorous appearance. She wore a short skirt, a long-sleeved shirt with three buttons undone, and a heart-shaped pendant adorning her slightly exposed breasts. Combined with her brown hair dyed with bleach, her outfit was unmistakably disregard for school rules.

I have never had any contact with girls like that. No, I should say I have never had any contact with any girls.

But the other person seemed to recognize me, making me hesitant to ask, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Then I noticed that the ribbon on her chest was red. Our school uniform ribbons come in three colors to distinguish different grades, and the red ribbon meant that she was a second-year student like me.

...No, I noticed the color of the ribbon not because I was looking at her chest, but because it just happened to be in sight! By the way, she's quite well-endowed.

"Anyway, please sit down first."

I casually pulled out a chair and invited her to sit down. I want to emphasize here that I wasn't deliberately trying to be a gentleman to hide my lewd intentions; it was genuine and unpretentious gentleness from the bottom of my heart.

Oh dear, I am a true gentleman, and my frequent wearing of gentleman's attire is the best proof of that.

“Thank you…”

She hesitated for a moment, but still sat down as I asked. At that moment, I met the gaze of Yukinoshita, who was sitting opposite me.

"You're Yui Yuigahama, right?"

"Do you...do you know me?"

Yui Yuigahama immediately brightened up after being called by name. To her, being recognized by Yukinoshita seemed to be a symbol of some kind of status.

"That's amazing... You didn't memorize the names of everyone in the school, did you?"

"No, that's not true. I wouldn't know anything about someone like you."

"Is that so..."

"Don't be discouraged, it's my fault. You were so small that I didn't notice you, and my heart was too soft, always wanting to ignore your existence."

"Hey, are you trying to comfort me? This is such a terrible way to comfort me! In the end, it seems like I'm the one in the wrong!"

I'm not trying to comfort you, I'm mocking you.

Yukino didn't even glance at me, and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen onto her shoulder.

"This club... seems quite interesting."

Yuihama looked at me and Yukinoshita with sparkling eyes... Is this girl's head full of little flowers?

"It's not particularly interesting... rather, it's your misunderstanding that makes me very unhappy."

Yukinoshita cast a cold glance at Yuihama. Upon seeing this, Yuihama quickly waved her hands to clear her name:

"Oh, no, I just thought you guys seemed really comfortable! And, um... the autistic guy is completely different from how he usually is in class, turns out he can talk~"

"Please, of course I can talk..."

Do I look like I have really bad communication skills...?

"Now that you mention it, that makes sense. Yuigahama-san is in Class F too, right?"

"Huh? Really?"

"You don't know, do you?"

Upon hearing Yukinoshita's words, Yuihama's body trembled.

Oops!

Even my classmates don't remember their own pain, so I understand it better than anyone else. In order to prevent her from suffering the same blow, I decided to find a way to gloss over it.

"I...I know."

"...Then why did you look away?"

Yuihama stared at me.

"So, you don't have any friends in class, right? You're such a withdrawn guy? You always look so sneaky and disgusting."

Ah~~ I remember that kind of "treating people like idiots" look. The girls in my class often looked at me like that, as if I were dirty. She must be one of the girls who hangs out with the soccer club all the time.

So it turns out she was my enemy all along. I had no idea I cared about her feelings.

"...that slut."

I couldn't help but mutter a curse, and Yui immediately protested angrily:

"What? What does 'slut' mean! I'm still a virgin— Waaah! It's, it's okay!" Yuihama blushed, frantically waving her hands to take back the words that almost escaped her lips. It seemed she was just a fool. Seeing her flustered state, Yukinoshita seemed inclined to help, and thus said:

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, is there? You're still a virgin at this age—"

"Wow~~ Ah~~ What did you say! You're already a second-year high school student and still have no experience? That's embarrassing! Yukinoshita-san, isn't it because you're not feminine enough?"

"...That kind of thinking is really not worth it."

Oh dear, for some reason, the snow has made things even colder.

"However, using words like 'feminine' only proves that you're a slut."

"You said that again! How could you call someone a slut! You're so vulgar, you autistic man!"

Yuihama let out a low, resentful moan, looking at me with tears in her eyes.

Calling you a "slut" has nothing to do with whether I'm vulgar or not. Also, don't call me an autistic man.

She's making it sound like I'm a shut-in... Ah, so she's insulting me, right? That's probably an awful nickname my classmates gave me.

...That's so unfair, I almost cried.

It is wrong to speak ill of others behind their backs.

Therefore, I must say it in front of the other person. Only when the other person hears it with their own ears can it cause harm!

"You slut."

"You...this...is awful! Utterly disgusting! Go to hell!"

Her words even silenced me, a person usually as gentle, courteous, and unassuming as a safe razor. There are many things in this world that shouldn't be said, especially those involving human life, which have a particularly strong provocative effect. Unless one is fully prepared to bear the consequences of another's life, one shouldn't easily utter such words.

To correct Yuihama, I paused for a moment, then spoke solemnly with anger.

"Don't casually tell people to 'go to hell' or say 'I'll kill you,' or I'll kill you."

"Ah...yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that...wait, you said it yourself! You're the same!"

Yui-hama seemed really foolish to realize she'd been taken advantage of. Surprisingly, however, she was willing to apologize. My impression of Yui-hama began to change. I had assumed that the group of people she was with—the soccer club members and her other friends—were all like that, their minds filled only with fun, sex, and drugs. Is this a novel by Ryu Murakami?

Yuihama seemed to have gotten tired of arguing, and let out a soft sigh.

"Um... I heard from Hiratsuka-sensei that this place can help students fulfill their wishes."

"Right?"

I thought this was a club where people spent all day reading and killing time.

Yukinoshita completely ignored my question and went straight to answer Yuihama's question.