The S**ttiest Gyaru in the Class Confessed to Me
Takashi did not seem surprised.
“Haha……well, I kinda knew.”
“Eh. Really?”
Actually, I was the one who was surprised.
We’re not even holding hands at school.
How did he know?
“Because, Katase san is too obvious.”
“M-me? I don’t think so.”
“Because Katase san’s phone screen is a picture of Sou, right?”
Oh, that’s obvious, isn’t it?
In other words, Ichika’s security awareness is too low.
Ichika looked down.
“Well, we’re dating, so it’s fine. I wanna see it all the time.”
Gah.
Apparently she didn’t like the way Takashi and I were grinning at each other.
Ichika kicked me and hit Takashi on the head.
I said to him.
“Maybe if you can’t handle this ferocity, you won’t be able to go out with Iijima either.”
Takashi laughed.
“If I can be Iijima san’s boyfriend, I can endure this. If my confession goes well, let’s go on a double date.”
I thought that was a very precious smile.
And it kind of looks like a flag.
That’s something you shouldn’t say when going to war.
So we left the clothing store and decided to have a strategy meeting at a cafe.
Takashi and I sat side by side in front of Ichika. It was like a three-way meeting.
Ichika cleared her throat.
“I will ask the questions, and you guys will answer them.”
Apparently, the meeting was going to be conducted in a question-and-answer format, with Ichika playing the role of the lecturer.
I mean.
I had a question.
“You said ‘you guys’ me, too?”
“Of course.”
“……Why?”
“There. Don’t complain. That’s what young people are like these days.”
She is a very Spartan instructor.
Ichika cleared her throat.
“I’ll cut to the chase. First of all, what made you fall in love with your partner?”
Takashi raised his hand.
“Here. When I was on cleaning duty, the other two didn’t show up, so Iijima san helped me. I thought she was so nice to me.
Hey. It’s you, Ichika san.
He’s talking about you.
This mob can do it !
Ichika replies.
“Haha. Even so, forcing someone to do the cleaning is pretty outrageous.”
It’s about you !
Without regard to that, Ichika continues.
“Hey, you. Do you have a will? Such an ordinary opportunity won’t do. Just wait a moment.”
Ichika is looking something up on her phone.
“Here. Fateful chance ranking. Girls won’t fall in love with you unless it’s something like this, right”?
It’s been a while since I heard Fallin’ Love.
I mean……
“There’s nothing ordinary about a fateful chance encounter. I thought it was wrong to fabricate a false story.”
When I refuted her, she pointed at me.
“There. Don’t speak without permission ! That’s why mob guys are.”
It has nothing to do with the mob.
It was a strategy meeting like an anti-mob press conference.
Ichika seemed to have found something, and showed Takashi and I the screen of her smartphone. There, indeed, was a ranking of the opportunities for people to meet.
But there it was…….
“Sensei, the No. 1 ranking is a matching app…… Cleaning is better.”
“Oh, that. Wait a minute.”
Ichika is looking at the ranking page with a sense of urgency. It seems that she is looking for something.
“Th-this ! ! This is what I’m looking for.”
Takashi and I looked at Ichika’s phone.
What is it?
I read it out.
“Extra ranking: The man who risked his life to protect my younger brother from being hit by a dump truck, and the man I met again by chance, exactly five years later, at a local supermarket.”
“There are no such coincidences ! ! If I wait for such a thing, I’ll never fall in love.”
I couldn’t help but to contradict myself.
And what’s with the “item”? It sounds too fictional. Whoever wrote this must have posted it in the wrong place.
Not good. This meeting.
Our discussion is too far away from the fulfillment of love.
“Hm. Ichika !”
Someone called out from behind.
I turned around and saw it was Iijima Mio.
Iijima recognized us, too.
“And, um, Aiba kun and, um……umm. well, what were you doing in a place like this?”
Seriously.
We ran into each other too quickly.
I mean, this guy doesn’t even know my name.
We’ve been in the same class for three months now.
Maigetsu