The S**ttiest Gyaru in the Class Confessed to Me
Nothing had changed when I got home.
(Is this how it’s going to end…?)
We did so many things together, and our trip was so much fun. The thought of everything with Ikka being reset fills me with despair.
…Where did I go wrong?
Was it helping Sayaka?
Or was it not chasing after Ichika and leaving Sayaka behind?
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t find the answer.
After that, I couldn’t concentrate on my studies, and I couldn’t taste the curry for dinner. Curry is my favorite food, so I was surprised at myself. After dinner, as I was helping with the cleanup, my father spoke to me.
“So, when is Ichika chan coming over next?”
My heart ached.
“Well…she might not come anymore.”
‘Did something happen?”
I explained the situation.
Then my father replied casually.
“Well, it’ll be fine.”
He thinks as it’s none of his business.
“But she saw me holding hands with another girl. And then she stopped contacting me. It’s hopeless.”
Then my mother, who had been listening, joined the conversation.
“Well, there are heroes who have survived even more hopeless situations, so it’ll be okay, right, Dear?”
She winked at my father.
“Yeah. But that’s my dignity as a father…”
It seemed that my father didn’t want to talk about it.
My mother’s eyebrows rose.
“There was a similar story, wasn’t there? Right?”
“Yes…”
My father nodded and reluctantly began to speak.
“Well, you see. After your mother and I got married, after the ceremony, when we were about to go on our honeymoon, a photo was sent to us.”
“What kind of photo?”
“A photo of a woman other than your mother…no, you know, entering a lodging facility with me.”
This guy was clearly trying to say “love hotel,” wasn’t he? He was really hesitant. Seriously? How did Aisa and I even manage to be born?
“So, how did you turn things around from there?”
My mother interrupted.
“He said he was photographed entering a izakaya at this point. What kind of izakaya has pink neon signs with prices for ‘resting’ written on them?”
It was a love hotel after all.
What a pathetic excuse.
“No, it’s like this. I didn’t want to cause unnecessary worry.”
“What are you talking about? You’re the one causing that ! !”
This is bad. It’s about to turn into a fight.
I’d be in serious trouble if they divorced because of me.
I need to help my dad a little.
“Sorry, but this is my problem, so I’d like to continue the conversation. So, how did you get forgiven?”
Then, both of them cleared their throats.
“Well, your mother blocked my calls.”
He’s just like me.
My father continued.
“I got fed up and let it go…no, I waited to see what would happen, and then your mother, who was furious, contacted me. She asked if I had no intention of making excuses.”
“But she blocked your calls, right?”
My father nodded.
…That’s unreasonable.
“Yeah. But I managed to get in touch with her. I thought it was my last chance, so I knelt down and explained the situation sincerely…”
“What did you say?”
Before my father could answer, my mother interrupted.
“He said this photo was taken before we met. He was cheating on his ex-girlfriend.”
“Eh? You did?”
You shouldn’t have cheated even when you were with your previous girlfriend.
“No, but when we were together, her younger brother committed suicide. She was really depressed. She was shaking and said she didn’t want to be alone or go home. You can’t leave someone like that alone, can you?”
Dad, don’t look at me.
There are too many things to point out, I can’t help but comment.
Sure, if you just look at that part, I guess it’s understandable. But the whole “when we were together” part is already a no-go.
But it’s kind of similar to me.
“Mom, how could you forgive him?”
I really thought that.
“I seriously considered breaking up with him. But he was crying and begging on his knees, with snot running down his face. Eventually, I felt sorry for him.”
This definitely shows that Dad’s authority is gone.
“So you forgave him just because you felt sorry for him?”
My mother narrowed her eyes.
“Hmm. I guess it’s because he had been so kind to me until then. I wanted to be with this person. I didn’t want to be separated from him over something like this.”
My father cleared his throat.
“Ahem. Well, that’s how it is. How about it? Did that help? So you’ll be fine too.”
No, it’s just that my mother was forgiving.
“Well, compared to my father’s case, it does seem much better. Besides, I haven’t heard from Ichika.”
“What? You didn’t cherish Ichika chan? You did, right? Then it’s okay.”
“Give me some advice.”
In the end, I only realized how pitiful my father was, and there was no useful information.
“Yeah. Apologize 100 times more than necessary. Apologize until you’re completely exhausted ! ! If you’re going to apologize, do it thoroughly. Apologize until the other person feels sorry for you and loses the will to blame you ! !”
…It’s a refreshingly humble attitude.
My father said that, then my mother pulled him by the ear and he disappeared somewhere.
Thank you, Dad.
But please don’t get divorced because of me.
I let out a big sigh.
“Maybe I’ll take a bath.”
After soaking in the bath for a while, I returned to my room to find a call from Ichika. There was also a message.
“Why didn’t you contact me? Do you not care about me?”
It was read but ignored, and it feels a bit unfair. But this is probably my last chance.
Maigetsu