My Childhood Friend, a Vtuber, Treated Me Like Trash—I’m Never Producing For Her Again
In exchange for some bread from Mizuta-san’s parents’ bakery, I’ll give her a little advice on her VTuber activities.
Three days have passed since that modest deal was struck.
(Surprisingly, she hasn’t contacted me at all since then.)
To be honest, I thought she’d bombard me with questions.
I’d braced myself for it, rewatching Mizuta-san’s streams and even doing my research beforehand.
Maybe her mom scolded her after that?
After all, I’d gone and made the shop’s bread a condition without even asking for permission.
(Well, whatever.)
Even though she was lured by the bread, to be honest, I was worried I might end up in the same situation as with Yue
Naturally, I didn’t intend to get as deeply involved as I did back then.
Still, the thought that she might push me away again by saying, “I don’t need you anymore,” made my heart flutter.
When lunch break rolled around, I looked back over my shoulder.
“Yamamoto, let’s go to the cafeteria.”
“Oh, sorry. I have plans to have lunch with my girlfriend today. She said she’d make me a bento.”
“What are you talking about? You just said your current girlfriend goes to a different school.”
“That was my ex.”
Wait, did he switch girlfriends in just a few days?
What on earth does “girlfriend” even mean to this guy?
Does he think a girlfriend is some kind of daily special or something?
Before I could even call him out on it, Yamamoto stood up and vanished from the classroom like the wind.
(Oh well, guess I’ll eat alone today.)
I stood up too and walked toward the classroom door to head to the cafeteria.
It was right at that moment, just as I was about to step out into the hallway.
“Whoa!?”
Suddenly, someone yanked hard on the back of my shirt, and I nearly stumbled forward.
Instinctively annoyed, I spun around sharply.
“Mizuta-san…?”
“U-um, s-sorry. I guess I misjudged how hard I pulled.”
Seriously, are you some kind of character from a superpower battle series?
“U-um, a-are you busy right now, by any chance…? ”
“No, not really. What’s up?”
“W-well, there’s something I’d like to ask you about that thing.”
That thing?
Oh, you mean the VTuber thing.
It’s a bit awkward to talk about this openly in the classroom.
“Oh, I see. Well, let’s go to the club room, then.”
“Huh? T-the club room…?”
“Yes, um… I think it’s the Contemporary Visual Culture Research Club.”
“Huh? Doesn’t that sound like a place where they do really complicated stuff…?”
“It’s just an otaku club. Apparently, the name comes from an old manga.”
To be honest, this club is barely hanging on, and most of us—myself included—are just ghost members.
Most of the otaku at our school seem to end up in the Manga Research Club.
When we arrived at the clubroom, sure enough, the door was open.
“Oh my, isn’t that Komachi-kun?”
“Club President, are you alone again today?”
The president of the Contemporary Visual Culture Research Club was once again sitting with her feet up on the table, munching on a yakisoba bread roll in place of lunch.
…Please, for the love of God, don’t spread your legs so brazenly while wearing a skirt.
Also, I wish she’d stop resting her smartphone on her chest just because she has big breasts.
Even if no one usually comes by here.
“Are you reading BL manga again today?”
“No, I’m not. I’m just looking through Teruko-chan’s archive.”
“……”
Oh, right.
I’d even managed to convert the club president.
I didn’t realize traces of that had made their way even here.
When I let out an involuntary sigh, the club president jerked her head back and finally looked at me.
“Hmm? Wow, that’s rare. Komachi-kun bringing a girl other than Yue-chan here?”
“Ah, President… Actually, I confessed to Yue and she turned me down. So, if possible, I’d rather not talk about that…”
“Huh? She turned you down? Huh?? Seriously??”
“Yes…”
The club president’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Yue-chan really is an idiot… Rejecting Komachi-kun like that.”
“Well… It can’t be helped. She said she’d found someone else she liked.”
“So, you’ve already moved on to the next girl, huh?”
“That’s not it at all!?”
What are you saying right in front of her?
Look, Mizuta-san is shocked too—she’s blushing bright red and fidgeting with her fingertips.
“Mizuta-san, please say something too. Tell her it’s not like that at all.”
“Ah, y-yes…! Well… We haven’t known each other very long, but I d-don’t think Komachi-san is that kind of guy… Though I was surprised when he suddenly showed up at my house the first time…”
“Huh, suddenly showing up at a girl’s house…”
“No, no, Mizuta san. That doesn’t sound right.”
Even though I hadn’t even set foot inside Mizuta’s house.
I hurriedly changed the subject.
“Anyway, Chief, there’s something I need to talk about with Mizuta alone. Could you step out for a moment?”
“I guess I have no choice~. It’s just a talk, right? Don’t do anything weird, okay?”
“Of course not! Get out of here already, you sexual harasser of a club president!!”
To begin with, the only reason I joined this club was because I wanted a place where Yue and I could talk about VTubers alone during lunch break.
So I made a deal with the club president.
In exchange for Yue and me lending our names as “ghost members,” we arranged for her to clear out the club room whenever we wanted to use it.
“Well, now that the club president’s left, please make yourself comfortable. From now on, whenever we want to talk about VTuber stuff at school, we can just use this room.”
“Ah, uh… But there’s one thing that’s been bothering me…”
“Yes?”
Mizuta kept glancing at my expression.
“D-do you really do, u-un, naughty things in the club room?”
“I don’t know. At least I’ve never done anything like that.”
I’m a virgin, after all.
She fidgeted with her fingertips and, for some reason, blushed even more.
“B-but, it’s just me and Komachi-san here alone, s-so if Komachi-san were in the mood…”
“No, no, no.”
What on earth was I saying?
Well, she had a point. If I suddenly brought a girl into an empty room, she might take it the wrong way.
But this was only because we couldn’t talk openly about VTubers in the classroom.
“I don’t have the slightest intention of doing anything like that, so please don’t worry.”
“R-right… I see… S-sorry for suddenly saying something weird like that.”
“No, I guess I was a little insensitive. I should’ve told you beforehand.”
“A-actually, I, I kind of like dirty jokes too… Heh, hehehe…”
“……”
Mizuta-san, for better or worse, you’re quite a character.
“So, what’s up?”
“Huh?”
“I mean, didn’t you suddenly grab me just now? You said you had a favor to ask.”
“Oh, r-right.”
No way—did she forget all that in the few minutes it took to get here?
“W-well, the other day, I bought a dynamic microphone just like Komachi-san recommended…”
“Oh, right.”
“Dynamic mics are expensive, aren’t they…? I had to borrow some allowance money from my mom in advance… I’m going to be completely broke for the next few months…”
“Oh, right…”
Is that all?
Did she just call me over to vent?
Anyway, wouldn’t selling her used condenser mic help cover some of the cost?
But apparently, that wasn’t the main point, and Mizuta-san continued.
“S-so, Komachi-san…”
“Yes.”
“P-please come to my house…!!”
“…Huh?”
Why?