The Top 3 Beauties in My School Are All My Subordinates at My Part-time Job～ You Guys Are Out of My League, So Stop Relying on a Mediocre Guy
A hectic day has come to an end.
My father, who was checking the register, raised his bouncy voice.
“Listen to me. This is the highest sales ever! !”
It was Hamakaze san who immediately responded.
“Eh? Really? Yay ! That’s great, Akizukichi ! !”
Her eyes, even just big, widened and she jumped up and down.
Kyono san followed suit.
“W-we did it, Akizuki san ! Congratulations !”
She’s usually a very innocent and quiet character, but her cheeks are flushed and I can tell she’s excited.
“Congratulations, Yuuhi !”
My father looks happy too. Everyone is happy.
But is it really that good?
“What’s wrong with your gloomy face?”
“Are you feeling sick?”
“Ah, no…….”
Sure, there were a lot of customers, and sales were good.
But we kept the customers waiting, and I can’t say we did a good job of serving them.
Another downside was that we sold out of cakes early.
I think most of the customers just came to see the cute girls, rather than to enjoy the delicious food and the atmosphere of the restaurant.
My ideal is—
[I want to provide delicious sweets that make customers happy and a space where they can have fun and relax.]
I wonder if today’s customers were healed happily.
Did they feel happy after eating the sweets?
No. I have not achieved my ideal at all.
So, there was no way I could just cheerfully say that I’m glad.
“Hey hey Akizukichi, try and look happier ! Come on !”
Suddenly, Hamakaze san, who was facing me, pinched my cheeks with both hands. And then she lifted the corners of her mouth to make a laughing face.
—Stop it.
“It’s not good at all. It can’t be called a good store. I’m not happy about it !”
“Eh?”
Hamakaze was surprised and removed her fingers from my face.
With momentum hse places both hands at her sides and assumes a standing pose.
“I-I’m sorry ! Did I offend you?”
—-Shoot.
I didn’t mean to be angry.
It’s not Hamakaze san’s fault that the store is not being run the way I want it to be.
Of course it’s not Kyono san’s fault or Kamigasaki’s fault.
It was me and my father’s problem.
So I didn’t get angry at her, I got angry at myself for being unworthy, and my voice came out a little loud.
Hamakaze san, who thinks I was angry at her, is shrugging.
Kyono san also looked depressed and shrunken down.
Ah, it’s my fault. I must apologize quickly.
That’s what I thought, but—
“No, um, you see……”
I was so angry with myself that I couldn’t get the words out.
Hamakaze san and Kyono san are looking at me with apologetic faces.
What broke the atmosphere was the voice of an unexpected person.
“Akizuki, are you really that kind of guy?”
Suddenly, freezing cold words flew from the side.
“Haa…..this sucks. Before you think about whether the store is doing good or not, shouldn’t you first pay tribute to the staff who have worked hard for your store all day today?”
“A-ah…….”
“If you can’t thank the people who worked so hard for your store there is no way you can create a restaurant that heals and makes customers happy.”
Kamigasaki is the type of character who is least likely to express gratitude to others, so to hear her say something like this is…surprising.
But she is absolutely right.
Her words carry a heavy weight and pierce my heart.
Today was really tough. But everyone worked hard for the store without a single complaint. I realized that I had not said a single word of thanks to the three people, including Kamigasaki, who had worked so hard under such difficult circumstances.
“Right. I was wrong. I’m sorry, everyone. Thank you. Thanks to all of you, we managed to get through a tough day. Thank you.”
I felt so bad for everyone. I bowed my head.
Having said all this, my feelings of inadequacy spread through my chest……
That and the feelings I had been forcing myself to suppress in order to forget the sadness of my mother’s disappearance by pursuing her ideals became unstoppable……
All of these things came rushing in at once, and the tears welled up.
The liquid on my cheeks feels scalding hot.
“A-Akizukichi, a-are you okay?”
“Akizuki san, I don’t mind at all, so please don’t worry !”
I haven’t cried in public since I was in elementary school.
And in front of the top three beauties of our school.
Crying in front of the girls in my class is so uncool, isn’t it?
But even with that thought, I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.
Kamigasaki saw this and showed an unusually upset look on her face.
“I was out of line too. I’m sorry.”
I even made Kamigasaki feel sorry for me.
“No. It’s my fault. There’s no need for you to apologize, Kamigasaki.”
“That’s why I’m apologizing for hitting you with that reasonable argument.”
“Ugh….”
The one who is wrong is you, Akizuki.
I felt like I was being told that again, and it hurt me even more. This guy is merciless.
“By the way, what kind of store is this ‘good store’ you speak of, Akizuki?”
My mind swirled with hesitation as to whether I should tell everyone about my mother’s ideal.
I might be considered a mama’s boy if I wanted to realize my mother’s ideal store.
The girls might think it was creepy.
And one more thing. When I talk about it, I inevitably have to mention that I lost my mother.
I didn’t want to tell anyone at school, because I didn’t want to make everyone feel uncomfortable.
“I’m interested in that, too. I would love to know.”
“Me too ! I want to know too !”
—-Should I tell them?
No, I should not. After all, ideals are not something to be imposed on others, much less on the “top three beauties,” as they are called.
It’s something you just have to hold firmly in your heart.
“What’s wrong, Akizukichi? We have to know too, come on !”
“What do you mean you have to know?”
“That’s right. If we don’t know what Akizukichi thinks is a “good store,” we can’t do our best to make it so, can we?”
“Eh?”
“That’s right, Akizuki san. Please tell us what you think is a “good store”. We will do our best to make it happen.”
I never thought I would hear such a thing from both of them.
I looked at Kamigasaki without thinking.
Kamigasaki also seemed to have an unusually interested look on her face.
I see. I’m an idiot.
I burden myself with my ideals, and then get frustrated when things don’t go as planned.
I assume that the girls at the top of the caste won’t cooperate with my ideals.
These people are thinking about “Café de HINATA” a lot more than I think.
They want to share my ideals, not impose them.
“I understand. I’ll tell you guys.”
I took a deep breath and began to speak.
Maitoshi