Mob Character Reincarnation Loner: As a Result of Supporting the Heroine Who Had Been Rejected, I Ended up Being the Recipient of Her Heavy Emotions…
“Here you go—a hamburger set with a large serving of rice.”
The waiter brought over the hamburger set that Nanase had ordered, speaking in a cheerful voice.
Then, the hamburger set that I had ordered also arrived safely.
“…I’m going to eat like crazy!! Today, I’m going to eat my favorite hamburger!! I’m going to be happy by eating what I love!”
Hmph! Watching Nanase munch on her hamburger, I eat mine too.
…This is bad. To be honest, I didn’t expect us to end up at a café together.
Plus, it’s a fancy place, and it’s just the two of us, so I don’t know what to talk about.
Someone… help me… wa, wa.
“This place is nice, right? It’s a bit expensive and a bit far from school, but it’s stylish, has a good atmosphere, and you can relax here.”
“…Hee!!”
“Usually, Tenma, Hanachan, and I come here together…”
This is bad, Nanase’s aura is rapidly fading…!!
“Nanase-san, want to have some parfait later? I’ll treat you.”
“…Sure.”
Alright, Nanase-san’s face is starting to look more lively again.
She wolfed down a large portion of hamburger and rice, then finished it off with a gulp of cola, slamming the bottle down on the table.
“Irie-kun!! Will you listen to me?!”
“Eh, uh, yes…”
“That Tenma guy!! Don’t you think he could at least consider it a little?! An immediate answer is too harsh!! An immediate answer!! Am I really that unattractive?! It’s depressing!”
“But isn’t that what makes him so sincere?”
“I love it!!”
Nanase screams at the top of her lungs, holding her head, but not loud enough to be a nuisance.
Yeah. If we can have conversations like this, then it’s okay.
“Sure, Tenma is cool and a good guy, but… I thought Hanachan was out of my league, so I thought it would be okay…”
No, you’re pretty much out of reach too, aren’t you?
You’re super popular… Maybe you’ve been confessed to more times than the main heroine, Ayabe Ichika?
“…Ugh. Seeing how much they love each other… It’s painful… But I hate myself for feeling this way. What’s wrong with me… Haha, haha.”
This is bad, this is bad. Nanase is starting to break down.
“How about this Hyper Mega Jug Parfait for dessert?”
“Wait, what’s that parfait… I’m really curious.”
“Then let’s go with that.”
Good… Her mind was distracted by the parfait, so we managed to avoid the darkness. Thank you, Hyper Mega Jug Parfait.
…Well, it wasn’t depicted in the original work, but I guess she was pretty unstable right after being rejected.
Well, in the original work, after Tenma and Ichika got together, they gradually faded out, so I guess she ended up distancing herself from them.
I remember how strangely vivid the process of them growing apart was.
“Here you go—the strawberry Hyper Mega Jug Parfait!”
“Wow! That’s amazing… a jug!! It’s a Hyper Mega Jug Parfait, Irie-kun!!”
She was amazed by the size of the Hyper Mega Jug Parfait and took photos while her eyes sparkled.
After that, we talked about how she felt when her confessed and our daily complaints while eating the Hyper Mega Jug Parfait together.
“Irie-kun, thank you. It was nice to talk to you about everything.”
“Well, right after being rejected, you tend to overthink things when you’re alone, so talking to someone like this is the best way to reduce that thinking time.”
“…………Irie-kun, you seem like a pro at this.”
“Well, when it comes to love, I’m a seasoned veteran…”
“Huh! So you’ve had a girlfriend before!”
“……I’ve lost more than ten times in a row.”
In my previous life, I was rejected by more than ten people. After that… I stopped counting.
“What, you’re such a loser.”
“Shut up. Beginners should keep quiet.”
Nanase laughed teasingly at my sulky words.
“…I think I get it now.”
“Huh? What?”
“…Why Irie-kun was being kind to me… To be honest, when you first spoke to me, I was wary. I thought you might have ulterior motives.”
…So that’s how it was.
“But you were so perfect in your communication with me that I couldn’t help but rely on you.”
What? Are you kidding me? That was perfect communication?
“I’m sure Irie-kun was just trying to comfort me as a senior who knows the pain of heartbreak, right?”
“…Yeah! Well, something like that!”
Sorry, that’s a lie. I didn’t have the luxury of thinking about being a senior who knows the pain of heartbreak.
What!? My favorite, Nanase Hiyori , is crying!? I have to chase after her!! I have to comfort her!! That’s all I was thinking about.
“So, that’s how it was…”
Stop, stop. Don’t look at me with those pure, innocent eyes.
“Um, if it’s not too much trouble… can I rely on you again when something sad happens… maybe?”
“Ah, no, not at all… it’s not a bother… well, you can vent as much as you want.”
Honestly, being relied on by my favorite heroine is the best.
“Thank you, I… I think I like you a lot, Irie-kun.”
Eh, ah, like?
…No, no, no… Don’t misunderstand. Nanase is saying that she likes me as a living being, not as a member of the opposite sex.
If I confess my feelings, she’ll probably say, “Eh… um… no, I didn’t mean it like that… I’m sorry…” and I’ll never be able to talk to her again.
“Oh, right. Irie-kun! Let’s exchange contact information!”
Ah, ahh, I almost misunderstood…
“I got plenty of mental care today! My energy is maxed out! I think I can get through tonight!”
Nanase puffs out her chest with a smug look. Her breasts are amazing.
We safely exchanged contact information, left the café, and parted ways.
“…Phew.”
I arrived home, took a bath, and collapsed onto the bed.
Somehow, today was really eventful.
I saw my favorite heroine’s confession scene live, comforted her, ate dinner with her, and even exchanged contact information.
Well, that’s how it goes. This is probably just a temporary relationship until Nanase recovers. She’s so popular, she’ll probably find a new love, get a boyfriend, and drift apart from me.
…No, I can’t keep imagining the future like this, or my brain will explode.
As I was thinking about that, my phone suddenly rang.
I was surprised and picked up my phone, and the screen displayed the name “Hiyori.”
“…Hello?”
“I’m sorry… As soon as I was alone, I started thinking about all kinds of things.”
I see…
“I’ll stick with you today.”
“Ugh… thank you.”
It’s 8 p.m. now… This will probably be a two-hour conversation.
At that moment, I had no idea that this call would last so long that it would cross over into the next day…
It, in fact, was not two hours.