Love Advice From A Childhood Friend. - V2 Chapter 6.3: Changing Everyday Life. (Part 3)
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Changing Everyday Life. (Part 3)
Payday finally arrived.
“It’s today.” Mise-san told me that it was today, so I came to my part-time job even though I had no shift.
The bank statements were put together in the break room and there were only a few left, including mine.
I picked one up, which was marked ‘Tonomura Ryunosuke’ and opened it along the perforations.
“Ohh…”
This much…?
From an adult’s perspective, it might probably be just an allowance, but from mine, it’s quite a bit of money.
More than anything, I was happy since it was my first paycheck.
It’s not the amount I got for a whole month of shifts, so that means I’ll be getting more from now on.
“Woww, it’s crazy.”
While I was alone and impressed, Homma suddenly came out of nowhere.
“Ahh, Senpai! What are you doing? Do you have work today?”
“I heard it’s our payday, so I came to get my paycheck.”
I waved the paycheck slip in the air.
“Ehhh that’s why you came? I thought you came to see me in my uniform.”
The uniform of the hall staff gave a waitress-like look, which suited Homma well.
“Nahh, not at all.”
With a loose tone of denial, I looked down at my bank statement again.
Can’t I use this as a down payment and borrow the money for the driving school in advance from my mother…?
If I tell her, she might do it.
As I was making plans in my head, Homma quickly interrupted me.
“Anything else you want to look at, senpai?”
Homma spined around on the spot.
“Cute right?”
“Ahh, uhmm…”
It is embarrassing for me to say to her face straight that she looks cute.
“What are you getting embarrassed about? I’m talking about the uniform?”
Fufufu~~ Honma giggled.
“You should state the subject properly then. It’s about uniforms right? Yes, it’s cute, looks good on you.”
Good grief, I thought to myself, and then I heard a muffled whisper.
“…That surprise attack… that’s not fair.”
Surprise attack?
Seemingly still having a little time left, Homma, sitting in a folding chair, spoke again.
“Ahh, yes. Listen to this, senpai.”
“Hmm?”
“Today, a third-year boy confessed his feelings to m──”
“Ehh, Ahh, o-okay.”
…That’s, well, I guess it happens a lot. Since it’s Honma.
It’s still fresh in my mind when I witnessed Hinagata also get confessed by a guy.
“He was a soccer or basketball player who seemed like a cool guy.”
“Th-then, what did you do?”
“I turned him down. I apologized to him and said I had a person I like.”
Homma looked straight at me as if she wanted to say something.
“I’m, very popular, senpai”
“I bet…”
Oh, right.
The reason why Hinagata was asking me, the opposite sex, for relationship advice is because she don’t know what the opposite sex thinks, and in the same way, I have no idea what Hinagata… the opposite sex… thinks.
There is a girl in front of me who is popular, experienced, and easy to talk to.
“Honma, is there anything you would like to have?”
“…a… Eh… What’s with it suddenly…”
Her cheeks were uplifted, and Homma leaned forward.
“What I want… senpai, will you give it to me?”
“No, I was just wondering what girls would be happy to receive.”
The gleam on her face was gone. And her voice was low.
With a gasp, she blew away my worries.
“What, it’s not a present for me?”
Is it just me, or does she actually look in apathy? If I had a cigarette, I would smoke it.
Homma’s attitude, turned inside out, showed a tremendous gap between her inside and her outside character.
“Why don’t you give her sweets? The ones you buy at the supermarket.”
Her advice was very appropriate.
“What are you, in elementary school? She will surely not be happy with just that”
Even I could understand that.
“I don’t know who you’re going to give it to, but I’m sure they’ll be happy. I don’t know who you’re going to give it to though.”
She said the same thing twice. Does she already know who I’m going to give it to…?
I can’t take appropriate advice from her at this point.
I can picture a disappointed Hinagata giving me a disgusted half-look.
“What about pressed flowers?”
I see, I tapped on my knee.
“Ah.”
Seeing my reaction, Honma hurriedly waved her hands in the air.
“I-I made a mistake! I said what I had in mind, thinking it was a lame gift, given by a student with no money, receiving it unexpectedly will make one happy is what I thought!”
It fits. If it makes one happy.
Also she’s not trying to say, ‘This kind of present is a no go.’
“You didn’t make a mistake. You just answered my question.”
I mean, she isn’t even going to answer properly, is she?
“It was my idea, so please give it to me first.”
System of gift-giving was that the person who came up with the idea had priority.
Anyway, I’ll include her as one of the candidates.
“What do you want to do with the gift? Do you want to get along better?”
“That’s… yeah.”
I was embarrassed to admit it, but if I didn’t, there would be nothing to discuss.
As I looked away and scratched my head in embarrassment, Honma plopped down on the desk.
“I was unaware of this… I’m so excited about my single-minded senpai…”
“I-I’m sorry for asking such a weird question.”
Good luck with your part-time job, I said as I got up from my seat and was about to leave the break room when I was tugged by the hem of my uniform.
“What?”
“If you’re looking for a way to get to know each other, how about playing in a group?”
“─The Genius Strategist, here she is.”
I knew you could do it, Honma.
“If it’s just the two of you, both of you will be nervous. So I think it’s a good idea to bring a friend you know well, a younger female colleague.”
She was very specific with the choice of companions.
“Thank you, I will think about it.”
With these words, I left the break room.
I had been on a date once before, but it was just an exercise in formality, and the bar would be raised considerably if I were to ask her out on a date alone.
On the other hand, it would be easier for me to ask Hinagata out if we were playing in a group.
After I got a good response from Honma, I went home and thought about how to ask Hinagata out. The sun was quickly setting as I did so.
I could hear my mother’s voice when she came home saying, “I’m home.”
Rather than asking her how her day was, I first asked her if she would give me money in advance.
“Hey, hey, Mom, will you pay for my driving school? I’ll pay you later.”
“What?”
Mom rolled her eyes, as if this was an unexpected suggestion.
“Here. Use this as a down payment.”
When I showed her the pay check from my part-time job, she seemed convinced.
“If I combine the payment of the next month and the month after that, I can afford to pay it off.”
“Sure. Do you have permission from the school?”
“Ahh, yeah. That seems to be alright.”
“Be careful.”
“I know.”
I thought she would be reluctant, but she was surprisingly cooperative.
It seems that it is a different matter when you have a plan to return the money.
“You quit baseball, this might be better for you than hanging around after school, killing time.”
She seemed to be concerned about that and was willing to help me if I wanted to do something, even if it wasn’t riding a bike.
I went online to find the nearest driving school and applied for admission.