My Mental Choices Are Completely Interfering with My School Romantic Comedy - Volume 2 Chapter 2.3:

Volume 2 Chapter 2.3:

“Haa…”

Yeah, a sigh was inevitable. Getting caught up in all that nonsense in the first-year classroom was bad enough, but on top of that, I had to run into the worst possible person.

“Oh, Amakusa-kun.”

Just as I was slumping my shoulders, Yukihira called out to me.

“Oh, Yukihira. So, did you find any first-years willing to cooperate?”

“Well, you see… I walked into a random classroom and declared: ‘I have no interest in ordinary humans. If there are any aliens, time travelers, interdimensional beings, espers, or demon overlords in this class, come to me. That is all.’ And then… everyone just stared at me like I was crazy. Not a single one stepped forward.”

“…Yeah, that makes sense.”

“I must’ve chosen the wrong words… I should’ve gone with ‘hero of justice’ at the end.”

“No, that’s definitely not where you went wrong.”

“Oh, everyone’s here!”

From the opposite end of the hallway, Yuuouji joined us.

“Hm? What’s with all the noise?”

There was a lot of commotion coming from where she had just come from.

“Oh, that? So, like, there was this super aged-looking boy hanging around. He was peeking into classrooms and panting while watching the girls, so I thought, ‘Wow, what a character!’ and talked to him, but—”

“Nope. Absolutely not. I refuse to be in the same event as that guy.”

“Turned out he was just a 30-year-old unemployed dude who bought our school uniform from a cosplay shop.”

“That’s trespassing!!”

So that’s why there’s a full-blown uproar over there…

“You guys… Can’t you recruit people in a normal way?”

Not that I had much hope to begin with.

“And what about you, Amakusa-kun? Did you find anyone interesting?”

“Ooh, can’t wait to see!”

“Uh… No, I haven’t found anyone ye—”

“Ahhh! Areee?! Areeareearee?!”

…That voice.

“Onii-chan! I found you!”

The worst. The absolute worst. The worst person, at the worst possible timing.

“Onii-chan?”

Yuuouji and Yukihira spoke in unison.

“No, this is—”

“Geez, Onii-chan, you’re so mean! You just left me behind!”

Yuragi cut me off, puffing her cheeks slightly.

“Oh? Who are these people? Ah, are they the ones you were talking about? The girls you got bored of and dum—mgh!”

I clamped my hand over her mouth just in time. Bringing my face close, I whispered.

(“Yuragi… Don’t say anything unnecessary to these two.”)

After making sure she got the message, I let go.

(“Why not? Oh! Are they girls you’re trying to woo?”)

(“No, it’s not like that at all…”)

Damn it… If I try to cover it up poorly, it’ll only get worse.

(“I lied earlier. I just… wanted to show off a little.”)

(“Onii-chan trying to look cool for his little sister? That’s adorable!”)

…Yeah. No hope. She’s hopeless.

I’d love to just abandon her again, like before, but given the situation, that wasn’t an option.

Reluctantly, I explained my relationship with Yuragi to Yukihira and Yuuouji, both of whom now wore rather dubious expressions—Yukihira looking unimpressed, and Yuuouji brimming with curiosity.

“I see. So basically, Amakusa-kun is a siscon.”

“What part of that conversation led you to that conclusion?!”

“Amacchi, childhood friend and little sister? That’s, like, totally unbeatable!”

“I don’t even understand what you mean by ‘unbeatable’ anymore…”

…Explaining to these two was a complete waste of time.

“Hey, Onii-chan, introduce me too!”

She tugged at my sleeve, her fingers curling around the fabric. Tch… I really don’t want her getting more involved, but I don’t have much of a choice now.

“These are my classmates, Yukihira Furano and Yuuouji Ouka.”

Yuragi beamed and eagerly grasped their outstretched hands.

“Right off the bat, can I call you Furano-oneechan and Ouka-oneechan?”

…Here we go again. This girl really doesn’t have a sense of boundaries.

“I refuse.”

Yukihira shut her down without hesitation. Well, yeah. That was to be expected. Anyone would find it weird to be suddenly called “oneechan” by a complete stranger.

“If anything, I’d prefer ‘onee-sama.’”

“THAT’S your issue?!”

“Then, Furano-onee-sama!”

The moment she said that, Yukihira smoothly reached out toward Yuragi’s neck.

“Yuragi-san, your tie is crooked.”

“You just wanted an excuse to do that!”

“Hey hey, Yuragicchi, could you say ‘oneechan’ again, but this time, one syllable at a time?”

Yuuouji pulled out a small device from her pocket.

“O・ne・e・chan.”

“Great! Now do the ‘onii-chan’ version!”

“O・ni・i・chan.”

“Aaaand, cut!”

She was clearly recording it… What the hell does she plan to do with that?

Out of nowhere, Yuragi clapped her hands together.

“Oh, right! Onii-chan, you haven’t found a helper for the battle yet, have you? In that case, let me—”

“Denied.”

“Ugh, so cold. Onii-chan, do you… not like me?”

“No need to wonder. I definitely don’t.”

“There’s no market for tsundere guys, you know.”

“Not being tsundere. I genuinely mean it.”

“Hmph! Fine, fine! I won’t ask Onii-chan anymore!”

Puffing out her cheeks, Yuragi turned toward the girls.

“Furano-onee-sama, Ouka-oneechan, Chocolat-oneechan! I wanna join too!”

This little… She’s going for the indirect route now?

She clasped her hands together and looked up at them with sparkling, pleading eyes.

“I don’t see why not. She seems like an honest and well-mannered girl.”

“I think it’s a great idea!”

“She gave me tasty snacks, so I approve!”

Tch… But thinking about the mission, having Yuragi on board isn’t necessarily a bad idea. There’s no guarantee we’ll find a male helper, and let’s be real—there aren’t many girls out there who’d say they like me this easily.

“…Guess I have no choice.”

“Onii-chan, thank youuu!”

Yuragi immediately lunged at me, pressing herself against me.

“D-Don’t cling to me!”

“No way! It’s been so long since I’ve seen Onii-chan!”

This girl…! Just as I was about to forcibly pry her off, Yukihira spoke up.

“Hakoniwa-san, don’t you think that kind of behavior is a bit improper in public?”

Hearing the word “improper” from Yukihira was… unexpected.

“Ehh? This is totally within the bounds of sibling love, Furano-onee-sama. Oh, wait! Maybe… you wanna do this too?”

For a brief moment, Yukihira’s otherwise expressionless face twitched slightly.

“…I have no interest in clinging to a guy who smells like a sewer rat.”

“Do I really smell that bad…?”

“Oops, my mistake. I meant a ‘rat man.’”

“That’s not much better!”

“Kanade-san doesn’t smell bad!”

“Why the hell are you clinging to me too?!”

Chocolat latched onto my left side.

“Oho, this feels like one of those moments where I have to join in too! Here I go—hup!”

“You’re not a kid! Don’t just join in for the hell of it!”

And now, from behind—Yuuouji.

“…………”

Yukihira stood in front of me, staring in silence. Her expression remained unreadable, but… what the hell? I could feel some kind of invisible pressure radiating from her.

“I suppose… I have no choice but to act as well.”

She stepped forward. Then, right before my eyes, she smoothly lowered herself… Wait, wait, you’re kidding, right? Don’t tell me… even Yukihira is going to—

“Gofuhh!!”

The next instant, a devastating uppercut to my solar plexus sent me reeling.

“Guh…! W-What the hell was that for?!”

I collapsed onto the ground, gasping, and looked up at Yukihira in protest.

“My apologies. Due to a localized magnetic anomaly, my fist and your stomach were temporarily transformed into a powerful S-pole and N-pole, respectively.”

“There’s no way in hell that’s possible!”

“Or perhaps… it was merely the whim of the gods.”

“No, that was your malice, plain and simple!”

Yukihira, completely unfazed, turned to the others.

“Yuuouji-san, Chocolat-san, Hakoniwa-san. Though the unruly one continues to make a fuss, let us at least maintain our unity.”

“Okaaay~!”

“Roger that, Furano-oneesama!”

“Understood!”

“Why am I being treated like the villain here?!”

This team… yeah, I really don’t want any part of this.