Episode 16 – Teen Romantic Comedy


The Schoolโ€™s Top Idol Is Acting Like Sheโ€™s My Childhood Friend for Some Reason and Just Keeps Closing the Distance on Her Ownโ€ฆ?! ~Stop Getting All Gloomy on Me Just Because I Turned You Down!~


The night of the day I made plans to go out with Hoshimiya after school.

I was watching something I shouldnโ€™t have been watching.

โ€œI like you, Kahiko kun. So I want you to struggle with this for the rest of your lifeโ€”and stay by my side forever.โ€

On my smartphone screen, the heroine of this seasonโ€™s hottest romantic comedy anime was making such a heavy confession.

The title of the show is Why Is My Teenage Romance Suddenly Overwhelming Me, Even Though My Love IQ Is Zero?.

Itโ€™s a new romantic comedy thatโ€™s been all the rage in anime circles lately. The protagonist is Kahiko Wataruโ€”a guy whose character sheet seems like God went a little overboard: heโ€™s clueless, handsome, an all-around athlete, and secretly a top student.

For some reason, heโ€™s adored by countless heroines.

His childhood friend.

The cool classmate.

The underclassman manager.

The student council president.

The girl next door.

In short, beautiful girls of every type gather around this guy, Kahiko Wataru, reveling in their youth and navigating their respective romances.

For anyone who likes standard rom-coms, this is surely a show to enjoy with a pounding heart.

But for me, with my own hang-ups about youth, itโ€™s different.

Every time a heart-fluttering scene comes up, it feels like a rusty knife is being pressed against the softest part of my heart. Every time a sweet line is spoken, my miserable middle school romance is replayed in my mind. Every time a heroine blushes, the cold words spoken to me that day echo in my ears.

โ€œCould you please stop coming near me?โ€

Stop it.

Iโ€™m just watching an anime right now.

This isnโ€™t real.

The Kahiko Wataru on the screen is a guy living in a different world from me.

And yet.

Before I knew it, I was clenching my phone tightly in my hand.

Kahiko Wataru.

Who the hell are you?

Why are you so popular?

Why does everyone fall for you?

Why can you just bathe in it all while remaining so calm and oblivious?

Inside me, my rationality crumbled with a loud crash.

โ€œGugagagagagaโ€ฆ! Iโ€™ll cut you downโ€ฆ Iโ€™ll cut you downโ€ฆ! Kahiko Wataru, Iโ€™ll cut down your youth right now, and then Iโ€™ll die tooโ€ฆ!โ€

In the dark room, I writhed around on the bed.

I pressed my face into the pillow, letting out a scream that wouldnโ€™t come out as a sound. The manga at my feet crumbled. The card sleeves on the desk shifted. On my phone, Kahiko Wataru was once again showering the heroine with his oblivious kindness.

Stop it.

Please stop.

Donโ€™t provoke my youth complex any further.

This pain isnโ€™t just jealousy born from a lack of romantic experience. It runs much deeper. Precisely because I love the dazzling world of romantic comedies, the gap between them and reality hurts so much. Iโ€™ve been saved by these fairy tales, yet sometimes those very fairy tales dig right into the raw wounds of reality.

But I couldnโ€™t stop.

It hurts.

Itโ€™s agonizing.

But itโ€™s entertaining.

In the end, I hit play on the next episode.

And once again, Kahiko Wataru finds himself being pursued by another heroine.

โ€œKill meeeeeโ€ฆ! Burn the very concept of youth to the groundโ€ฆ!โ€

I screamed into my pillow.

Of course, I wouldnโ€™t do anything stupid like banging my head against the wall.

I havenโ€™t lost my mind that much.

But in my heart, I was banging my head against the wall over and over.

Before I knew it, it was late at night.

After finishing the anime itself, Iโ€™d even started watching commentary videos.

Story analysis.

Explanations of foreshadowing.

Predictions for each heroineโ€™s route.

Is Kahiko Wataru really that oblivious, or is he just pretending not to notice?

The comment section was ablaze with excitement.

Swept up in that fervor, I shuffled my card game deck in my hands. The only sound in the night-time room was the rhythmic rustling of the card sleeves.

โ€œKahikoโ€ฆ youโ€™ve got it good, donโ€™t youโ€ฆ? If you agonize over it, you just get more heroinesโ€ฆ As for me, all my agonizing did was make me unable to go to schoolโ€ฆโ€

Saying that myself made me feel a little sad.

I drew a card from the top of the deck.

It wasnโ€™t the card I needed.

Just like my life, the things I want never come when I want them.

Still, I kept shuffling the deck.

Before I knew it, it had grown slightly lighter outside the window.

ใ€€โ€ปใ€€โ€ปใ€€โ€ป

Monday.

I was completely sleep-deprived.

My eyes felt heavy.

A dull drowsiness lingered deep in my head. Even though my body was dressed in my uniform and heading to school, it felt like only my brain had been left behind in my room at 3 a.m.

That romance comedy anime from yesterday was pure poison.

I watched too much.

I definitely watched way too much.

And it wasnโ€™t just the show itselfโ€”I watched analysis videos, explanations of foreshadowing, heroine rankings, and even predictions of future developments from fans of the original manga. At that point, it wasnโ€™t so much enjoying the show as it was willingly drinking poison.

By the time I entered the classroom, my eyes were probably dead.

โ€œHey, Seita. Staying up late?โ€

The moment I stepped into the classroom, Hoshimiya noticed me.

She was surrounded by people again today. Sheโ€™d been chatting with a few girls, but the moment she saw me, she naturally stepped out of the circle and walked over.

Sheโ€™s dazzling.

Hoshimiya in the morning is truly dazzling.

Itโ€™s too much stimulation for my sleep-deprived eyes.

Plus, thanks to yesterdayโ€™s anime, my brain is currently in an insanely romance-comedy-hypersensitive state. School. Morning. A beautiful girl. Being called by my first name. The buzz of people around us.

No matter how I look at it, this is the setup for a romance comedy.

But in the romance comedy anime Iโ€™ve watched, thereโ€™s never been a heroine whoโ€™s an active idol claiming to be my childhood friend and closing the distance between us.

Reality sometimes has a sloppier setup than fiction.

โ€œUm, wellโ€ฆ Iโ€™ve been watching anime since yesterday, so I stayed up all nightโ€ฆโ€

โ€œDoes that mean you donโ€™t need โ€˜youthโ€™?โ€

Hoshimiya asked, peering right into my face.

Sheโ€™s close.

Sheโ€™s close, and I canโ€™t escape her gaze.

The stares from the guys around us hurt. They hurt like hell. Jealousy, confusion, curiosity, something just short of murderous intent. Stares mixed with all sorts of emotions pierced my back.

โ€œNo, itโ€™s a different romance comedy.โ€

โ€œA different one?โ€

Hoshimiyaโ€™s expression froze for just a split second.

Her smile remained.

But her eyes didnโ€™t move.

โ€œSeita, the day after we talked about I Donโ€™t Need Youth, you stayed up all night watching a different romantic comedy.โ€

โ€œThe way you put it makes it sound like I was cheating.โ€

โ€œIsnโ€™t that cheating?โ€

โ€œPlease donโ€™t bring concepts of fidelity into watching shows.โ€

Hoshimiya puffed out her cheeks just a little.

Cute.

Cute, but a bit much.

โ€œWhat kind of show?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s the one thatโ€™s popular this season. The protagonist is the clueless type, but for some reason, heโ€™s incredibly popular with the ladies.โ€

โ€œOh, the one with Kahiko-kun?โ€

โ€œYou know it?โ€

โ€œOf course I do. I watched a little of it myself.โ€

Hoshimiya narrowed her eyes slightly at that.

โ€œBut that heroineโ€™s line is heavy, isnโ€™t it? โ€˜I want to worry about you for the rest of my life, and I want you to stay by my side forever.โ€™โ€

โ€œYou get that?โ€

โ€œI do.โ€

Hoshimiya nodded without hesitation.

โ€œI want the person I like to worry about me.โ€

โ€œYou relate to that part?โ€

โ€œWell, worrying means Iโ€™m on their mind, right?โ€

Her thoughts were heavy even this early in the morning.

I instinctively took a step back.

But Hoshimiya took a step forward to match it. The buzz around us grew a little louder.

โ€œDid you struggle too, Seita, while watching that anime yesterday?โ€

โ€œIt wasnโ€™t so much struggling as my โ€˜youth complexโ€™ exploding.โ€

โ€œSo, was I in there too?โ€

โ€œWhy would you say that?โ€

โ€œBecause, Seita, youโ€™ve been thinking of me lately whenever you watch romantic comedies, havenโ€™t you?โ€

Sheโ€™d hit the nail on the head.

Sheโ€™d hit the nail right on the head.

Lately, whenever I watch a romantic comedy, Hoshimiyaโ€™s face flashes before my eyes. When a childhood friend heroine appears, I remember Hoshimiyaโ€™s fake โ€œchildhood friendโ€ act. When a clingy heroine appears, I remember Hoshimiyaโ€™s eyes. When I see a scene where the protagonist saves the heroine with his kindness, the memory of helping her at the shopping mall a few days ago crosses my mind.

I donโ€™t want to admit it.

But I canโ€™t deny it either.

โ€œโ€ฆIโ€™m sleep-deprived, so could you please stop this mind game?โ€

โ€œHehe. Seita, youโ€™re so easy to read.โ€

Hoshimiya laughed cheerfully.

The people around us stirred again at the sight of that smile.

I felt a knot form in my stomach from the tension in the classroom. Just by Hoshimiya Rino approaching me, everyone around us starts making up their own stories. I have to endure it.

โ€œSeita.โ€

Hoshimiya lowered her voice slightly.

โ€œSee you after school today.โ€

As she said that and smiled, she looked incredibly beautiful in the morning light.

But at the same time, she also looked a little heavy.

The expectation deep within her eyes.

Her desire to know my past.

The jealousy she felt because only Kyosuke knew a little more than she did.

I could sense, somehow, just how much meaning she was packing into that time after school.

โ€œโ€ฆJust a little bit, okay?โ€

โ€œYeah. Just a little bit.โ€

Hoshimiya replied.

But there was a tone to her voice that suggested she might have added, โ€œFor now.โ€

I decided not to think too deeply about it.

I wonder what kind of day today will be.

As I was thinking about that, Hoshimiya suddenly peered at my face.

โ€œSo, Seita.โ€

โ€œIs there something else?โ€

โ€œYou look sleepy, so Iโ€™ll wake you up today. If you look like youโ€™re about to fall asleep during class.โ€

โ€œNo, itโ€™s fine.โ€

โ€œBecause weโ€™re childhood friends.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s irrelevant.โ€

โ€œBecause we sit next to each other.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s true, butโ€”โ€

โ€œThen itโ€™s settled.โ€

Hoshimiya nodded with satisfaction.

Then, in a voice loud enough for everyone around us to hear, she casually said,

โ€œIf Seita falls asleep, Iโ€™ll wake him up gently, so donโ€™t worry.โ€

The classroom buzzed with murmurs.

The boysโ€™ stares felt even more piercing.

I felt like burying my face in my hands.

It seemed like the romantic comedy playing out in my life was continuing to take a weird turn today, too.

And the screenwriter for it was probably Hoshimiya Rino herself.


Maigetsu


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