Insensitive Bocchi-kun ~Reluctantly Heading to School Today~ [Dropped] - Chapter 91: Social Media

Chapter 91: Social Media

“So, that’s why you’re strong, Mamiya-kun.”

“Hm? Strong?”

Right now, I was alone in my room with Saya Yamamoto. 

What exactly was this situation?

“Boxing…”

“…”

Ah, so she meant my home being a boxing gym. 

Had she seen the signboard? It was so big you’d notice it even if you didn’t want to.

“Well, I don’t know if I’m strong, but I used to do it quite a bit back in the day.”

By ‘quite a bit,’ I mean very seriously… enough to make me cry daily.

“So, you really did do it. You’re not doing it anymore?”

“Well, no, not currently. A few things have come up…”

There were really quite a few things to consider.

“I see…”

“”…””

And then… silence fell between us once more. 

It was awkward—no, extremely awkward.

Yet, there were no signs of Yamamoto, who was right in front of me, getting up to leave…

“…”

What was this time really about? 

What should I do?

Not that anything had happened, but having a girl from class in my room was a bit… especially when we were alone.

Why had it come to this?

“Um, thank you for that time. Really, thank you.”

“…”

Wait, which time?

Before I knew it, Yamamoto started speaking to me again.

“Um, you know… that time you came to save me. You protected me from those bad guys.”

Ah…

“No, well, it was nothing really…”

“You were really cool…”

“…”

Saying that, her gaze met mine again. 

Wait, why are her cheeks suddenly turning red?

Just as I thought that, she quickly looked down, fidgeting.

“You’re strong, smart, and kind… It’s really unfair…”

“…”

What’s with that sentiment? Why is she acting this way all of a sudden?

“…”

“…”

Once more, silence fell between the two of us. 

I had already handed over the manga, so why was she still here? 

And even though it’s my house, having a girl this close… This situation was definitely weird.

“You were really cool today as well, Mamiya-kun. I actually wanted to be next to you…”

“Huh?”

Today? She wanted to be next to me? 

Wait, what’s with that expression?

And for some reason, it had gotten incredibly hot since a while ago.

The air conditioner should be running full blast, but I still felt heat emanating from within.

Just then, I noticed she had taken out her smartphone.

“Really… it’s so unfair, Shibuya-san. But at this rate…”

What is she mumbling about now in that soft voice? 

And there’s this feeling that she’s hesitating… What’s going on?

Huh?

For some reason, she’s alternating between looking at her smartphone screen and my face.

As I pondered this, she seemed to make a decision, nodding to herself and slowly turning her smartphone screen toward me.

What’s this?

…Wait, what?

“Huh?”

What? Wait, is that… me?

“Last time, with me, there was a huge response too. Well, if you look that cool, it’s bound to happen. It looks like it’s spreading quite a bit this time. Especially since it’s being broadcasted on national television…”

What? Wait, what is this? Spreading?

“What is this?”

So cool…

Prince-like…

Unbelievably handsome…

I want to date him…

Too dazzling…

What a beautiful couple…

Words like these accompanied several images of Shibuya-san and me at the beach, now flooding my view.

What exactly is this? 

Twitter?

I don’t fully understand, but the numbers next to the icons with two arrows and a heart are rapidly increasing.

What? What is this?

“From what I can see, you probably didn’t know about the Twitter uproar during my time either, did you, Mamiya-kun?”

“…I don’t understand. What is this?”

It was just a few seconds on a daytime news program about this, right…? 

Wait, I really don’t get it.

Me, cool? Handsome? Dateable?

Wait, what?

Is this why Linlin and Hiragi-san knew about me going to eat pancakes with Yamamoto…?

Could it also be the reason why I received that mission request…?

“But, I’m not cool or anything…”

“No, Mamiya-kun, you are cool. Really cool…”

Then, she looked intently into my eyes, saying that with a serious expression.

“…What?”

I really don’t know what’s going on anymore.

What does this mean?

I’m cool? Twitter?

What…

She’s still staring at me with a serious expression.

“Mamiya-kun is cool.”

Wait, what?

Since earlier, the word “what?” is the only thing that comes to mind.

Wait, why is she getting so close…?

Hey, wait…

“Mamiya-kun… you know what.”

What… Wait…

Thud.

“”Eh…?””

What…?

“What are you doing, Haru…?”

I immediately turned toward the direction of the sound, and there was Haru, staring at us from beyond the door for some reason.

Then Yamamoto quickly moved away from me.

“Sorry, I think I’ll go home after all. Thanks for the manga, anyway.”

“Ah, sure.”

“What, you’re leaving already? It was just getting good.”

What’s good about it…?

Again, what’s with that grin? What are you really up to…?

And then, before I knew it, Yamamoto hurriedly left my room and went downstairs.

What is going on, really?

“…”

But… wait.

Seriously, what’s happening?

Me… what?

What was Yamamoto even trying to do with me just now…?

I really don’t get it…

Huh?

What was that all about?

Why are there so many pictures of me like that…?

Thinking that, I picked up my own smartphone.

“…Huh?”

What’s going on?

“…”

Really… what?