A Sweet Romance That Starts With One Bottle of Juice, Between a Heiress Who Must Marry Her First Kiss and a Lonesome Guy With a Menacing Look - Chapter 1 - A Romantic Comedy Life That Begins With an Indirect Kiss - Part 1

Chapter 1 – A Romantic Comedy Life That Begins With an Indirect Kiss – Part 1

“Introvert” and “Extrovert” in Year 1 Class B.

These 2 terms are to differentiate polar opposites.

“Introvert” here is me, a high school boy who is physically big but a loner, Yasuda Tadakuni.

“Extrovert” refers to Yasunomihara Yuuka, a female student who is the daughter of the president of a large corporation ranked in the top 100 companies by market capitalization in the world. She also holds the top position in the class hierarchy.

I’m an introverted person and Yasunomihara-san is an extroverted person.

We had a parallel relationship that never crossed—until that day.

“Tadakuni, which movie do you like?”

She has transparent, silky blonde hair.

She has a little childish appearance with her bangs, but despite her childishness, her breasts are plump and full with a sense of weight. In addition, her proportions are too beautiful.

Since today is a date, she’s wearing a black halter-neck top that highlights her pure white skin, which is usually hidden by her uniform.

Isn’t it too sexy to be wearing that at just 15 years old?

“What’s wrong? You’ve been looking at me for a while now.”

“It’s…nothing. Let’s watch…Gerrancy Park 3.”

We bought two tickets and queued for food.

“I’d love some popcorn and a hot dog. And then~”

Why are we, the “Introvert” and “Extrovert” of Year 1 Class B, on a date, you ask?

It was all due to the overly cumbersome traditions of her family.

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My name is Yasuda Tadakuni.

Birthday: 10 June, blood type: O, height and weight: 185 cm & 71 kg.

I have always been taller than the boys in my class and I thought I would be popular, but because of my fierce look, I have always been feared by people around me.

And it’s still the same now.

I have defective communication skills because people avoided me from an early age, even when I tried to make friends…

I am what you might call a loner—I can’t grasp the unique vibe of making conversation by creating topics or exchanging jokes, or the distance between people during conversations.

I’m a physically large person with a communication disorder.

Maybe that’s why I haven’t made any friends after a month in high school…

I only speak to my classmates when a printout is passed around at most, or when I participate in class discussions.

The nickname I’m called behind my back is “The shadow of class 1-B.”

“Hah…”

I’m thinking of quitting high school.

While I was thinking about this, the chime for the end of sixth period rang.

At the same time, the whole class became noisy, and the voices of the athletics students heading off to club activities and the gals in the class chatting leisurely echoed throughout the class.

Everyone seems to be busy, but since I’m just a loner in the go-home club, I’d just be going home.

One of them poked me in the back when I was putting my textbooks in my bag.

“Yasuda-kun, have you given it some thought?”

I said earlier that I’m usually avoided by the people around me, but there is only one person who, on the contrary, patiently approaches me…

And that person is my classmate Matsubara-san.

Matsubara-san is the manager of the men’s basketball team, and since the beginning of school, she’s been recruiting me every day just because I’m tall.

It’s been a month already and she’s not giving up.

“…Sorry, I—”

“Please! Our club activities are barely 5 people in all grades combined, and everyone is short and there is no one who can be the center.”

“So?”

“Eh?”

“I don’t think it has anything to do with me…”

“…S-Sorry.”

I grabbed my bag, walked past Matsubara-san and left the class.

—And again, I was filled with regret.

“I was cold again, wasn’t I?”

I don’t know if it’s a habit, but I always use a sarcastic tone.

I understand that Matsubara-san is trying her best, but I don’t even understand why I speak in that way myself.

…Why did I become such a human being?

Tormented by a sense of guilt, I left the school entrance.

On the way home, I stopped at a convenience store because I was thirsty.

Attempting to take out my wallet to pay for a carbonated drink at the register, I opened my bag but encountered an issue.

“Oh shit.”

That’s when I realized I had left my wallet in my desk.

I was a little shaken, but for the time being I paid by electronic payment on my smartphone, and rushed to school.

I had bought a loaf of bread in the cafeteria at lunchtime and may have left my wallet in my desk afterwards.

I rushed up the stairs and back to the classroom, but it was already empty and deserted.

Most of my classmates are in a club, and there was no one left in the classroom.

I checked my desk with a look of relief on my face.

Sure enough, the wallet was cramped and shoved behind the desk, mixed in with the textbooks and notebooks that I keep at school.

I put my wallet in my bag and took a sip of the juice I had just bought, feeling relieved…

I’m glad it wasn’t stolen.

I put my juice on the desk and sat down limply in my chair to wipe the oily sweat off my face.

–-Then I heard the sliding door behind me open.

I turned around to see who it was and there was Matsubara-san.

She had her usual long brown hair tied back and was wearing a red jersey with a whistle around her neck.

She was dressed like a manager.

“Ah… Yasuda-kun”.

It’s kind of awkward after what I said earlier.

Matsubara-san didn’t even do anything wrong. Yeah, let’s just apologize here.

“Matsubara…san.”

“Hmm?”

I clucked my throat and let out a small call.

Calm down, it’s still okay.

“I’m sorry about earlier! Matsubara-san is having a lot of trouble, but someone like me, who has a lot of free time, talked like that.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m sorry too. I’m sorry for forcing you to join us even though you’re not interested in basketball, and for being so pushy.”

“No… It’s not that I’m not interested. It’s just the atmosphere. I’m not good at communicating with people, I’m not cut out for group sports.”

“Do you think so? It’s true that Yasuda-kun has a bit of a cool demeanor, but he apologizes like this and is always sincere and kind…that’s what I think.”

After I said those things, Matsubara-san followed up with a smile.

“Ah, I’ve come to get my club equipment!”

Matsubara-san took a notebook from her desk, said “See you later” and left the classroom.

Basketball team, huh…

I wasn’t tempted by Matsubara-san, but I think I’ll go check it out and observe for a bit.

I picked up my bag and headed for the gym.