11: I Got My Confession Rejected by Yukinoshita Right Out of the Gate!
[11] 11: I Got My Confession Rejected by Yukinoshita Right Out of the Gate!
[11] [Yui]: Hahaha, this really weird client brought in some kind of what-even-is-this novel, and it’s honestly shocking in all the wrong ways.
And he’s actually friends with Hikki too.
I seriously can’t get through it.
Oh, right, Tadayanan, want to play a game online together?
The moment she saw that message from Yuigahama, Tadayana knew Yukinoshita’s worries had been unnecessary.
There was no way Yuigahama was actually going to open that novel and read it.
Something like that could only be left to a conscientious person like Yukinoshita to handle alone.
[Tadayana]: Sure.
But that client—is he a chubby little guy?
[Yui]: Yeah, yeah!
How’d you know?
Don’t tell me you’ve been secretly spying on the Service Club’s activities??!
[Tadayana]: No.
I just happened to see him during P.E.
The only person who’d team up and hang around with Hikigaya is probably him.
[Yui]: Ooooh, so that’s what it was.
I was just thinking maybe you wanted to join the Service Club or something.
I really, really want to be in the same club as Tadayanan, waahhh~ There was even a crying anime sticker attached.
Yuigahama had expressed her purpose in an indirect way.
“Join a club…?” Tadayana had no intention of joining any club.
After all, she already had her own plans for basically all of her free time.
Club activities and the like felt a little too much like playing house.
She really couldn’t work up any interest in them.
Besides, if she joined, then she’d definitely be expected to participate.
And she simply didn’t have the time to keep showing up.
If she had to quit later, that would just become another hassle.
…
“Morning.” “…Ah…
morning.” Tadayana drifted past almost unconsciously, her tone light and easy.
That relaxed attitude startled Hikigaya a little.
Who was she greeting?
Him?
But why?
Only after checking his surroundings again and confirming there was no one else around did he realize she really had been greeting him.
“Wait, who was that?
That dead-fish-eyed guy.” Iroha said with a smile.
“No idea.
Probably just a familiar-looking stranger.” “I-is that so?” Tadayana’s casual answer made Iroha realize that this man’s importance was basically nonexistent, so she let the matter drop.
By the shoe lockers, Iroha kept chattering away.
Her little mouth twittered nonstop beside Tadayana’s ear like a bird.
“Say, do you think I need to think every day about what shoes to wear so they’ll look good and not get in the way of school activities?
It’s such a pain.
Can’t there just be one pair of shoes that does both?
Like, I don’t know, tiny heels you can still run in or something.” “No idea.
Don’t care.” Tadayana could tell the girl was trying to get her to buy her a pair of shoes, but she pretended not to notice.
“Tch…
It’s exactly because you have zero feminine charm, Tadayana, that nobody comes over to hang out with you.
What a waste of that face.” “Feminine charm?
What’s that supposed to be—the smell of perfume and foundation marinating together?” “What kind of awful angle is that?
I mean, sure, that’s how you see it, but don’t you use the same perfume every day too?” “It feels more like an obligation, the same as washing my face and brushing my teeth every morning.
But if you want me to go any further and focus on dressing myself up better, forget it.
It’s too much of a waste of time.” Tadayana couldn’t understand how most girls could spend over half an hour staring at themselves in the mirror before going out.
She certainly couldn’t do that.
“Ugh, hearing you say that just makes me want to really squish that pretty face of yours until you understand the importance of taking better care of yourself.” As she said that, Iroha reached out and grabbed both sides of Tadayana’s cheeks, tugging at them a little like she was stretching noodles.
“Lef…
go…” “What was that?
Know your place now, don’t you, you woman with no sense of limits.” Only after thoroughly ravaging her face did Iroha finally stop.
“Uh…
Yahallo!” Just then, a familiar voice rang out. The source of this chapter is g.com.
There was no need to think about it.
Only Yuigahama would open with that.
“Oh, good morning, senpai!
And good morning to the other senpai whose name I don’t know too!” The moment she heard that, Iroha excitedly greeted Yuigahama and Yumiko Miura beside her.
“Uh…” Yuigahama had no idea whether Iroha genuinely didn’t know or was pretending not to know that she had actually been greeting Tadayana.
Still, she awkwardly went along with it.
“This little girl looks like the type to yap a lot.
But morning.” Yumiko said it plainly enough; it was obvious she wasn’t buying Iroha’s act.
“Morning.” Tadayana answered.
But with her cheeks having been kneaded several times already and now looking a little puffy, she came off oddly cute and ridiculous.
“Pff—” Yuigahama was sunk on the spot.
“What happened, Tadayanan?
W-was it…
did Isshiki-san do that to you?
…That really makes me…
so mad…” That was what she said, but the movement of her hands and the way she swallowed hard told a completely different story.
She wanted to do it too.
“D-don’t come closer.
Just stand right there and don’t move.” Tadayana saw through her intentions immediately and warned her.
“Ooh~ okay.” “Good morning.” Tadayana greeted Yumiko as well.
“Morning.” But Yumiko seemed busy.
She kept glancing down at the messages on her phone.
“Oh, are you waiting for Hayama-kun to text you back?” Yuigahama hit the mark in one shot.
“Yeah.
But it looks like he hasn’t checked his phone yet.” “He’s really busy, huh?
Rich boy problems.
His family probably has his mornings scheduled down to the minute.” “Mm.
I’ll see him soon enough anyway.” As she said that, a faint light seemed to appear in Yumiko’s eyes.
“Class is about to start, so bye, Tadayanan.” “Mm.” And just like that, in the middle of the morning rush, the four of them brought the conversation to an end.