My Mental Choices Are Completely Interfering with My School Romantic Comedy - Volume 1 Chapter 3.7:

Volume 1 Chapter 3.7:

The Next Morning—

The moment Yuuouji stepped into the classroom, she loudly declared:

“Ah! Good morning, Seii Yawakaze Panties Grand General Amacchi!”

“It’s too long, it sounds awful, and you’re way too loud!!”

Not only was I painfully aware of my classmates’ stares, but if this somehow leaked to the Shinei-tai, there was no telling what they might do to me next.

I quickly grabbed Yuuouji by the arm and dragged her to our seats.

“So, Ama Aniki, have you figured out a way to see those panties yet?” (T/N: Kinda like a delinquent way of referring to an older male friend, like Bro,)

I shook my head silently.

To begin with, this mission wasn’t really a matter of how—it was whether it was even possible at all.

I mean, sure, if I were to just forcibly lift her skirt, that’d be a different story. But obviously, that wasn’t an option.

Not only would that be morally unacceptable, but I didn’t have the guts to do it anyway.

I had spent my precious sleeping hours racking my brain over a solution, yet nothing had come to mind.

“Well, Konagi-tan is, like, the ultimate clumsy girl, right? I bet she’ll trip on her own and give you a lucky peek.”

True, she had tripped back when we first met.

But Yawakaze, being the strict rule-follower she was, wore her skirt significantly longer than the other girls.

The difference between her skirt and Yuuouji’s—who had cut hers down to the absolute limit—was like night and day.

Even when she stuck her butt out, I didn’t see anything.

So yeah, expecting a chance like that was probably a long shot.

Besides, with the limited time I had left, I couldn’t afford to rely on pure luck.

“Or, hey, what if she ends up running late one morning, rushes to school in a panic, and slams into someone at a corner, just like in a shoujo manga? You know, classic ‘girl bites toast, crashes into guy’ scenario. And in that moment, she might accidentally grab onto a pan—”

“There’s no way in hell!! What kind of girl mistakes panties for bread!?”

“Ohh, when you put it that way, yeah, they really don’t seem similar at all.”

“No, the entire logic behind ‘they sound alike, so she might mix them up’ is ridiculous!”

“Eh? But, like, inoki and ko-inoki sound practically the same.”

“That’s because it’s meant to be a pun!!”

Was she messing with me?

No, knowing her… she probably was.

“Fufufu, worry not, Amacchi! That was just the setup. The real secret weapon is right here!”

With a smug grin, Yuuouji pulled a suspicious-looking vial from her pocket.

“Oi… don’t tell me that’s ‘Abazuren-Z’…”

“Oh, nah nah, totally different. That one got confiscated. Apparently, it was too dangerous.”

That… was oddly reassuring.

At the very least, it seemed UOG still had some corporate ethics.

I mean, they were a massive conglomerate, so that was to be expected.

But considering stuff like UOG Publishing, yeah… that division should probably be shut down immediately.

“So! With that in mind, I went ahead and concocted a brand-new formula! Ta-daaa!”

Raising the vial dramatically, Yuuouji announced her latest creation.

Wait, so that’s what she was doing all night!?

Is that how easy it is to make potions…?

“Here, all yours!”

With a sense of dread outweighing any hope, I took the vial.

From its consistency, I guessed it wasn’t meant to be ingested but rather applied externally.

I glanced at the label.

Handwritten across it was:

『スカートメクレール』

“Skirt-Mekurer” (T/N: Skirt flipper.)

The sheer stupidity of the name drained away whatever tiny sliver of expectation I had left.

“You’re not seriously going to tell me that applying this stuff will make someone want to flash their panties, are you?”

“Yup, that’s exactly right.”

Yuuouji nodded without hesitation. But there was no way I could just believe something so ridiculous.

If it were something like Abazuren-Z, which had aphrodisiac-like effects, that might be one thing. But to intentionally induce such a specific urge, like wanting to show one’s underwear—this was fantasy territory.

“Well, to be precise, it doesn’t directly do that. It just leads to that result. See, this stuff temporarily makes the applied area super sensitive to pain. So, for example, if you put it on your thighs, even the slightest brush of fabric would be unbearable.”

That… actually made more sense than the whole “makes you want to show your panties” claim.

“Wait, wouldn’t that be dangerous?”

“Oh, nah, it’s fine. The effect wears off quickly, and I already tested it this morning—on my mom.”

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM IS?!”

She said something about things going horribly wrong with Abazuren-Z too, didn’t she?

“My mom’s a total masochist, so she loves being a test subject or guinea pig!”

“That’s not just ‘an unexpected side’ of her—it’s downright insane!”

A masochist…? That Yuuouji Hibika? The woman I’d only ever seen on TV, always looking so composed and intelligent? I couldn’t even begin to picture it.

“Just to check… how did that experiment turn out?”

“As soon as I applied it, she was squealing and ripping off her skirt.”

“DESTROY THAT STUFF IMMEDIATELY!”

Even as I shouted, I couldn’t stop myself from picturing the scene.

Considering Yuuouji’s age, her mom had to be at least in her thirties, yet from the photos and videos I’d seen, she looked like she was in her early twenties at most.

A legendary beauty… voluntarily stripping… That’s kinda hot—

No, no, no! What the hell am I thinking about my classmate’s mother?! I’m a damn pervert!

“Either way, there’s no way we can use something that extreme on Yawakaze.”

“But my mom said it felt weirdly good! She actually liked it!”

“THAT’S JUST YOUR MOM!”

Man, if her old idol fans ever found out about this, they’d probably go insane.

Honestly, if it came down to relying on this stuff, I’d rather just flip skirts the old-fashioned way.

“Haaah…”

As expected, Yuuouji’s plan was completely useless.

Not that I had any better ideas myself, so I wasn’t in a position to complain. Still, I really wanted some kind of clue, even a tiny thread, that could help me clear this challenge.

“Oh?”

Yuuouji turned toward the window and let out a small exclamation. The boys from the neighboring class were heading toward the stairs in their gym uniforms. Poor guys—it looked like they had PE first period. Talk about rough.

“Hmm, if I remember right, Class 2, Class 9, and Konagi-tan’s Class 15 all have gym together.”

I knew Yuuouji had a great memory, but she even remembered useless trivia like that?

“The girls take longer to change, so they should still be in the locker room… which means, Konagi-tan is too.”

A mischievous grin spread across her face.

“Alrighty then, guess I’ll go storm the locker room real quick!”

“Wait—HEY!”

“Pararira~ pararira~♪”

Before I could stop her, she was already up and sprinting down the hallway like the wind.

***

“I’m back!”

A few minutes later, Yuuouji returned at full speed, stopping abruptly in front of me with a sharp screech of her indoor shoes.

“Captain Amakusa! Konagi-tan was wearing unexpectedly erotic panties, sir!”

Several nearby boys turned to look at us in shock.

“Hey, keep your voice down!”

“They were pure white, just as you’d imagine!”

“Shut up already!”

Now it sounds like I ordered her to go and check!

“Besides, what’s the point of you looking at her panties?”

I pulled her closer and lowered my voice.

“Heh heh heh… Ama-danna, you underestimate the power of UOG science.”

“…What are you on about this time?”

Yuuouji pulled something out from her pocket. It was shaped like a pen, its metallic surface gleaming with a futuristic sheen.

“This here is a top-secret prototype we’re developing! A classified UOG device that scans the images burned onto a person’s retina and converts them into a 3D projection that can be displayed in the air!”

Wait… A device that projects images burned into the retina? That sounds like something straight out of a sci-fi manga. Well, considering UOG’s cutting-edge technology, I guess it’s not entirely impossible…

“…Nah, I don’t have anything like that.”

“You don’t?!”

I just wasted precious seconds of my life thinking about something completely pointless.

“But hey, Amacchi, I did burn the sight of Konagi-tan’s panties into my memory for real!”

She pulled out a notebook and started sketching with a cheerful hum.

“♪~ Ssssssketch sketch… and done!”

I took the paper she handed me—and involuntarily held my breath.

“…This is…”

The drawing far exceeded my expectations. From the intricate lace patterns to the tiny manufacturer’s logo, every detail was meticulously reproduced. It was so realistic, I almost mistook it for a photograph.

How many useless talents does this girl even have?

“Well, knowing the enemy’s stronghold in advance makes things easier for you, right?”

“…That’s how it works?”

“I mean, now you don’t have to ask, ‘Hey, what kind of panties are you wearing?'”

“I WAS NEVER GOING TO ASK THAT!”

Well… though to be fair, I did ask something even worse yesterday.

“Then how about this? ‘I already know exactly what kind of panties you’re wearing!'”

“Why does it sound like a battle manga line?!”

“Mmm… From the elegant scent that wafts from it, to the meticulous craftsmanship that delights the eyes, the rich and profound taste, and the unique texture of the silk material… I have no choice but to give it a perfect score.”

“WHY ARE YOU DESCRIBING IT LIKE YOU ATE IT?!”

I get it, she was going for a cooking manga style, but that was way too much of a stretch.

“WHO MADE THIS PANTY?!”

“That tsundere dad would never say something like that!”

Yeah… She’s just messing around now.

“But anyway, we won’t get anywhere unless we go see Konagi-tan, right?”

With Yuuouji, the conversation always jumps back to the main point out of nowhere.

“Well… yeah, but her personal guard is keeping watch. Ever since yesterday, they’ve been completely on my case.”

I mean, after what I pulled, I guess it’s only natural…

“Hmm… The Yawakaze Guardian Corps, huh… Alright, leave this part to me!”

She pounded her chest confidently.

“Now then, I need to make some preparations. Wait until lunch break!”

As she said that, she flashed another wicked grin.

…Can I really trust this?

***

And so, lunchtime arrived.

“Alright, alright, let’s-a go!”

Brimming with enthusiasm, Yuuouji and I left the classroom together. As we passed by Class Eight, right on cue, a male student stepped forward to block our path.

“Hold it. That guy isn’t allowed past this point.”

That towering, muscular frame and absurdly intense facial features were unforgettable—even if I wanted to forget. He was the third-year member of the Yawakaze Elite Guard, the one who had captured me twice yesterday and thoroughly beaten me.

“Oh my, oh my, if it isn’t Toudou-senpai, Captain of the Yawakaze Elite Guard~”

At Yuuouji’s words, the third-year—Toudou, apparently—twitched his brow. Judging from his demeanor, I’d already suspected he was the leader of the guard, but now it was confirmed.

“The infamous ‘Reject Five’ member, Yuuouji Ouka… Why the hell are you even friends with Yawakaze-san?”

His glare at Yuuouji was filled with disdain. Well, I couldn’t exactly blame him.

If the girl you admired—especially one as pure as Yawakaze—was close friends with someone like Yuuouji, you’d naturally be on edge. I mean, it’d be hard not to worry about her getting… corrupted in some way.

Though, honestly, the fact that Yawakaze remained pure despite being friends with Yuuouji was nothing short of a miracle.

“Senpai, senpai, we’d really like to go see Konagi-tan, so could you let us through?”

“No. You, I don’t care about. But that bastard, Amakusa Kanade, is clearly up to something indecent toward Yawakaze-san.”

“That’s not true! He just wanted to see her panties, that’s all.”

…Yuuouji, if that doesn’t count as “indecent,” then what does?

As expected, Toudou-senpai shot me a murderous glare.

“No matter what?”

“No matter what.”

Hearing Toudou’s firm stance, Yuuouji suddenly grinned with amusement.

“Well, well… guess we have no choice then.”

She stepped up to him, stood on her tiptoes, and whispered into his ear.

Whisper, whisper…

“—!”

I had never seen someone’s face lose color that fast.

“H-how… how do you know that!?”

The composure he had mere moments ago completely shattered. Toudou-senpai’s face was now deathly pale, his voice shaking.

“Mufufu~ Senpai, senpai, what do you think will happen if I tell Konagi-tan about this?”

“W-wait! Anything but that! Please, anything but that! I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Ohh? Anything?”

Watching him panic this much was honestly a bit pitiful. Even when Yuuouji’s smile turned devilish, he still nodded furiously.

“Would you run ten laps around the schoolyard… topless?”

“I’ll do it!”

…You’re actually gonna do that?

“How about ten laps… bottomless?”

“I’ll do it!”

YOU’RE SERIOUS!?

“Completely naked, just go take a bath.”

“I’ll do it!”

…That’s just taking a bath.

“Haha, just kidding~ I wouldn’t make such cruel demands. All I want is for you and the other Elite Guard members to stay out of our way, no matter what we do with Konagi-tan. Simple, right?”

“B-but… this pervert—”

…You agreed to a full-frontal streaking without hesitation, but this is where you draw the line? Just how dangerous do you think I am?

“Hmm~ Maybe I should tell the rest of the Elite Guard about this instead of just Konagi-tan? That’d be fun~”

“—!? O-okay! I’ll make sure none of them interfere!”

Toudou-senpai threw out a desperate hand in surrender, practically begging.

“Thanks a bunch, Senpai~ Don’t worry, I can keep a secret… depending on the situation.”

She waved cheerfully as she passed by him.

…How the hell was he supposed to feel reassured after that?

Feeling vaguely guilty, I gave Toudou-senpai a small nod before following after Yuuouji.

“Oi, what the hell did you say to him?”

“Aha~ Well, you see, Kanade… Every person has at least one secret they’d rather take to the grave.”

…Yeah, that’s not the problem here. The real question is, how do you know about it?

And, more importantly—how can you laugh so innocently after blackmailing someone!?

As I was once again reminded of just how absurd Yuuouji was, we finally arrived at Yawakaze’s classroom—Class 15.

“Ta-no-moー!!”

With the energy of someone challenging a dojo, Yuuouji flung the door open. Every pair of eyes in the room instantly locked onto us.

“Hey, aren’t those guys from Class 1…?”

“That’s Yuuouji and Amakusa from the ‘Reject Five,’ right?”

“Wasn’t Yuuouji the one who barged into the changing room this morning?”

“Still, Yuuouji’s face is really cute…”

Almost the entire class had their attention on us. However, Yuuouji remained completely unfazed, boldly striding into the room as if she owned the place. I, a timid commoner by nature, meekly followed behind her, trying to draw as little attention as possible.

“Konagi-tan, ya-hoo!”

“Ah, Ouka-chan!”

Upon recognizing Yuuouji, Yawakaze cheerfully excused herself from her lunchmates and ran over to us. However, halfway through—

“Auu!”

With a loud thud, she tripped spectacularly.

“Uu… That’s the third time today…”

Tears welled slightly at the corners of her eyes as she slowly pushed herself up.

…This is… acceptable. No, normally, someone this clumsy would seem way too intentional, almost calculated, and it’d just be off-putting. But with Yawakaze, it felt completely natural.

That much was clear from the reactions of the other girls in the room. Generally speaking, high school girls hold an extreme level of disdain for any girl who openly flirts with guys (or so I’ve heard).

But the way they looked at Yawakaze was different. It was a warm, affectionate gaze—like an older sister watching over a slightly airheaded younger sibling. Maybe when someone is this hopelessly clumsy, it’s impossible to feel competitive or jealous.

At that moment, another thought crossed my mind. Despite how dramatically she fell, her skirt barely flipped up at all.

Even if I had been directly behind her, there wouldn’t have been so much as a glimpse of the “pa” in pantsu. It was clear now—accidental glimpses were not going to be my ticket to victory.

“Man, Konagi-tan is just as cute as ever!”

“Uu, it’s not like I’m trying to be… it just hurts… Ah!”

Yawakaze finally seemed to notice me standing slightly behind Yuuouji.

“A-Amakusa-kun… um… that is…”

She started to say something but ultimately turned red and cast her gaze downward. Well, considering I’d asked her twice to show me her underwear, I couldn’t blame her.

Actually, the fact that she still didn’t seem to outright hate me at this point was nothing short of a miracle.

“Ah… uh, Yawakaze, about yesterday… I said some weird stuff. Sorry.”

I bowed deeply. Given how eerily similar this situation was to yesterday, I half-expected a sudden absolute choice to interrupt, but nothing happened this time.

“Ah… no, I’m not mad or anything. But… I just don’t understand… Why would you even want to see my… um… underwear?”

“Huh? Well, uh…”

As I struggled to answer, Yuuouji stepped in.

“Ah, my bad, Konagi-tan! Let me explain! See, our dear Amacchi has this little quirk—when he panics, he accidentally says the opposite of what he actually means. So, in reality, he doesn’t want to see your underwear at all!”

What the hell is that!? Don’t just make up weird character traits for me!

“The… opposite?”

Oh no. Yawakaze looked like she was buying it.

“Amakusa-kun… so you actually wanted to see a boy’s underwear?”

That’s not what I meant!!

“No, no, not that kind of opposite! More like… instead of looking, he actually wanted to show his own underwear!”

“That’s even worse!!”

“Haha, or maybe he wanted to see inside-out underwear?”

“What kind of hyper-specific fetish is that!? And I don’t say the opposite of what I mean in the first place!!”

“So, in the end, you did want to see her underwear, huh?”

“Yeah, exactly… Wait, no, damn it!!”

Ugh… This girl. Is she really on my side?

“Fufu, you two are really close, huh?”

Yawakaze giggled, covering her mouth with her hand in a very ladylike manner.

No, no, no. This is the second time someone has misunderstood, but I need to make one thing clear—I am not close with this girl. In fact, I’d actually really like to punch her right now. Pretty hard. In the face.

“By the way, Konagi-tan, are you free tomorrow?”

“Eh? Ah, yeah, I don’t have club activities, so I should be fine.”

“Perfect! Hey, Amacchi, you should be happy about that!”

Yuuouji shot me a thumbs-up. It seemed like setting up this outing had been her goal all along.

“Uh… but, Yawakaze, are you really okay with me coming along?”

Honestly, if our positions were reversed, I’d probably refuse with everything I had.

“Ah, no worries, no worries! She’s been saying for a while that she wanted to hang out with some guys. Right, Konagi-tan?”

Yuuouji turned to Yawakaze, who, though looking a little shy, nodded.

“Yeah… My dad said that I should try to interact with boys a little more. But only if Ouka-chan is with me.”

Yuuouji had said something similar earlier, but I guess everyone thought the same thing. If a daughter is this defenseless and ignorant about guys, it’s only natural for a parent to be concerned.

“There were a lot of boys who invited me before, but… somehow, a big upperclassman would always pat them on the shoulder and take them away…”

The sheer power of the Yawakaze Shin’etai. In this regard, I had to be grateful to Yuuouji.

“Alright, it’s settled then! Now, about the location—”

Yuuouji swiftly started making arrangements. In the end, we decided on a large shopping mall about three train stations away from our school. It had plenty of facilities for both shopping and entertainment, making it a reasonable choice.

“Okay! Now, for some preparations… Huh? Konagi-tan, that’s a pretty unusual hairpin you’ve got there.”

Yuuouji’s gaze fell on Yawakaze’s head.

“Oh, this? Yeah, it’s a gift… from the usual person.”

“Oho~ so, did it come with the usual extra?”

“U-uh-huh…”

“Hmm, I see, I see.”

Yuuouji seemed oddly convinced, as if she had some idea of what was going on. Still, how many gifts does Yawakaze receive on a regular basis? This was practically idol-level treatment.

“I still don’t know who it’s from, but since they went out of their way to give it to me, I feel bad not using it…”

“Yep, yep, that’s true! Keeping presents locked away is pointless.”

“Yuuouji, have you ever received anything like that?”

It wouldn’t be surprising if Yuuouji had fans. Her looks were definitely good enough to compete in the school’s rankings, and considering the number of students here, it wouldn’t be odd for some eccentric types to admire her, quirks and all.

“Of course! In fact, I’m wearing one right now!”

I looked her up and down.

Yuuouji, being the habitual rule-breaker she was, often exposed her midriff or shortened her skirt to borderline illegal lengths, but she never wore accessories.

The only other possibility I could think of was something like a phone strap. Just as I was pondering, Yuuouji casually revealed the answer.

“Panties.”

“…Huh?”

“Panties! You know, a pair of lovely little undies!”

Panties? Someone gave a girl underwear as a gift? What the hell…? That might be fine for lovers or married couples, but sending panties anonymously? What kind of mentality is that?

“Oh, and they’re string panties, boss. Red string panties.”

Don’t send that.

Don’t wear that.

And don’t tell me about that.

This wasn’t exactly “birds of a feather flock together,” but I suppose someone as out-there as Yuuouji would naturally attract equally eccentric fans. Compared to that, Yawakaze’s hairpin was adorably wholesome.

“S-String panties…?”

Yawakaze blushed furiously at the mention of it.

Yes. This. This is how a proper high school girl should react.

“Hi-mo-pan~♪ Hiii-mo-pan~♪”

Meanwhile, the improper high school girl had started singing about it. What is she, an elementary schooler?

“Seriously, stop singing… So, you’re actually happy about getting string panties as a gift?”

“Yup! I’m happy with any present I get! Wouldn’t you be happy if someone gave you underwear, Amacchi?”

“I can say with absolute certainty—no, I would not.”

Imagine opening your shoe locker and finding a pair of briefs inside. That’d be straight-up horror.

“Then, Amacchi, what kind of panties do you like on a girl?”

“O-Ouka-chan, you can’t just ask something so improper!”

Yawakaze reacted with extreme sensitivity.

Man, this situation escalated way too fast. As I shot a questioning glance at Yuuouji, she made a cat-like grin and spoke triumphantly.

“Mufufu, it’s immunity training, Amacchi! This is a trial to help Konagi-tan build up her resistance. If she can’t learn to just laugh and brush off something like this, her dad will never be able to rest easy!”

“I-I see. Ouka-chan, you were thinking about me… Alright, I’ll do my best!”

No, Yawakaze-san, you’re being deceived. Your so-called best friend is plotting to make a guy see your panties… And, well, that guy happens to be me.

Anyway, somehow the conversation has led to this. Well, there’s no way I can say my actual preference, so I’d better just go with a safe answer.

“Just plain white—”

“LIES!!”

Suddenly, Yuuouji burst out screaming like some crazed machete-wielding heroine from a certain series.

“Whoa! W-What the hell?!”

I instinctively recoiled. Yuuouji quickly returned to her usual playful expression.

“Mufufu, no way, Amacchi! For Konagi-tan’s immunity training, you’ve got to tell the truth!”

This girl… She saw right through me, even though I barely even started my answer?

Now that I think about it, she did mention yesterday that she could tell if someone was lying just by looking at their eyes and expressions… So that was real?

“Yeah, Amakusa-kun. This is part of the training, so please tell us the truth.”

…Like I said, Yawakaze-san, you’re being deceived.

But if I lie again, she’ll probably see through it, and if I resist too much, it’ll just make things worse. It might be a little unusual, but… I guess I’ll just say it.

“Ahem… If you’re a real man… it’s got to be garter belts, no question.”

“Ooooh, that’s pervy! Super pervy!”

“G-Garter… belt?”

Yuuouji reacted like a mischievous kid who already knew the answer, while Yawakaze had absolutely no clue what I was talking about. The contrast between them was crystal clear.

“Anyway, this conversation has completely derailed—huh?”

That’s when I noticed something strange in the atmosphere.

“Did you hear that? He said garter belt.”

“Yeah… Amakusa-kun is a total perv, after all.”

“How can Yuuouji-san sing something like that without shame?”

“Are the ‘Reject Five’ all like this?”

“Wait, these guys have been talking about panties this whole time.”

“Konagi-chan, maybe you should stay away from them?”

Whispers. Everywhere in the classroom.

W-When did we become the center of attention? Sure, Yuuouji’s entrance was flashy, but I didn’t think people had been listening in on our conversation too… And wait, since when does liking garter belts make you a pervert?!

The stares of the class were painful. I’d been on the receiving end of these countless times in Class 2-1, but I never expected to go through it again on the other side of the school building.

“N-No, this is a misunderstanding—”

「Choose: ① “Ladies, what are you staring at? Hurry up and put on garter belts and serve me sexually.”

② To prove the ultimate appeal of garter belts paired with the M-shaped leg spread, I shall wear them myself and demonstrate.】

…Choosing the first option didn’t take long for me to earn the undying hatred of the girls in Class 2-15.

***

“See you tomorrow, Amacchi!”

After homeroom, Yuuouji quickly dashed out, dragging Yawakaze along, something about a ‘preparation’ back at her house. I thought about following them, but then I remembered what had just happened during lunch.

Yeah… from today onward, stepping into Class 2-15 is out of the question.

With a gloomy heart, I started heading home alone.

“Haaah…”

I let out a sigh, reflecting on my situation.

The Absolute Choice that had been tormenting me for over a year.

Its options were ridiculously unpredictable, with no consistency or logic—except for one thing: every single one of them was awful for me.

In dating sims, choices could lead to sweet, romantic moments with heroines.

But the ones forced upon me? It’s like they exist just to crush any possibility of romance.

And why the hell do I have to make girls laugh or see their panties to break free from it? It makes no sense.

“…What the hell do you want from me?”

I muttered toward the sky, now beginning to take on the colors of the setting sun. But since I wasn’t even sure who I was directing the question to, there was, of course, no answer.