My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected, Vol. 8 by Wataru Watari and Ponkan 8

Author:Wataru Watari and Ponkan 8 [Wataru Watari and Ponkan 8]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yen On
Published: 2019-10-30T00:00:00+00:00

6

And so Yui Yuigahama declares.

It’s not unusual for me to spend my weekends in a state of ennui, but still, these past two days had been particularly bad.

I slept like the dead, then in the afternoon, I’d wake up and eat, then go lie around on the couch, until eventually, sleepiness took over and I nodded off for a nap, and then by the time I woke up again, it’d already be evening. Then I’d eat dinner and lounge around until I got tired again and eventually fell asleep. Repeat this for two days, and my weekend was over.

The whole time, I had this feeling like there was powdered medicine in my mouth. That bitter, gritty, unpleasant feeling never went away. That didn’t change, even once Monday came around. In fact, my despondency only increased.

As I cycled to school under the cloudy sky, the wind was cold, and my pedals were heavy. Once I was at school, now it was my feet that were heavy, and the draft blowing in from somewhere really got to me.

But the people in the classroom made it feel warmer.

It still felt somewhat darker than usual, and probably not only because of the weather. Though it was all the same faces in the same places, it didn’t feel lively enough.

The main cause of this was probably that the central figure of the class was depressed. The voices I heard from the rear of the class were lower in volume than usual, too.

Even Tobe, who was usually extra loud, was keeping to a moderate volume. Maybe that was his way of being thoughtful. “Hayato, what about club today?”

“Yeah. I guess I’ll go a little early.” Hayama’s tone was the same as always. He was just speaking less than usual, and that seemed to naturally infect the others.

“That reminds me, there’s no practice on Friday, huh?” Ooka said nonchalantly, and Yamato responded with an “Ohhh, yeah.” The sports clubs all shared the same field. The both of them were aware of that.

Something about that must have struck Miura, as she replied with that one word. “…Friday.” Her mind seemed elsewhere, somehow, like she was murmuring the word in a feverish delirium.

With a sudden realization, Ebina stood up, pushing her chair back with a scrape. “Y-Yumiko! Friday and today—I don’t know which is topping!”

“Friday…” This time, Yuigahama was the one to mutter the word.

“O-okay! Your vote is for Friday as the top, huh? What about you, Tobecchi?!”

The conversation suddenly turned toward him, Tobe was at a loss. “Huh? Uh, what does Friday have to do…?” But he seemed to have a thought then, as he suddenly started raising his voice, knocking over his chair to stand. “I-it’s today, of course! Today just keeps going up and up! It’s gotta be today!”

“R-right? I—I think so, too!”

Dragging in Ooka and Yamato, too, Tobe and Ebina high-fived.

“Woo!”

“Yay!”

Once they were basically done with their shenanigans, the both of them were panting. But Hayama smiled kindly, while Miura and Yuigahama merely sighed.

…It was a tear-jerking effort.

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