My Mental Choices Are Completely Interfering with My School Romantic Comedy - Volume 3 Chapter 3.1: I'll Make You Cry, So Give Me a Peaceful School Life!

Volume 3 Chapter 3.1: I’ll Make You Cry, So Give Me a Peaceful School Life!

“Hmm-hmm~! School desu~ with Kanade-san~!”

At first, Chocolat was lamenting the loss of her youkan—though, to be fair, it wasn’t hers to begin with—but she had the remarkable forgetfulness of a startled bird. After walking for a bit, she completely forgot about it, and before long, she was humming a cheerful tune.

With that same energy, Chocolat reached the classroom, opened the door, and stepped inside.

“Oh… g-good morning, Chocolat-chan.”

Itou, who was standing near the entrance, greeted Chocolat with a somewhat hesitant tone.

“Ah, Itou-san, good morning!”

With boundless energy, Chocolat gave a small bow.

“Huh? Chocolat-chan… you’re back to normal?”

“Back to normal? What do you mean?”

Chocolat tilted her head in confusion.

“Itou, yesterday, Chocolat wasn’t feeling well and seemed a little out of it. As you can see, she’s back to her usual self now, so just treat her the way you always do.”

“O-Oh, I see…”

Itou nodded, though he still looked a little uncertain. Well, I doubted that explanation was enough to satisfy him completely, but the rest he’d have to piece together on his own.

“Ah!”

Noticing Yukihira watching from the window-side, Chocolat’s eyes lit up, and she hurried over with quick, light steps. I followed after her.

“Yukihira-san, good morning!”

“Good morning… looks like you’re back to normal.”

“? Was I really that weird yesterday?”

Chocolat put a finger to her lips, tilting her head in curiosity.

“Yes, you were acting so normal it was strange.”

“?”

Chocolat clearly didn’t understand, but Yukihira’s words were oddly on point.

“Amakusa-kun, what exactly happened to Chocolat-san yesterday?”

A fair question, but even I didn’t fully understand it. The only option was to dodge it with a vague explanation.

“Ah, well… it was like temporary memory loss. But then, with a bit of a shock, she snapped back to normal.”

Technically, it was the opposite—she reverted from her regained memory back to her usual amnesiac self—but explaining that would be a mess, so I just left it at that.

“I see… So your nighttime shock therapy worked, huh?”

“That’s such an old-man way of thinking!”

That was some bottom-tier dirty humor.

“Oh, I get it. Since your name is Amakusa Kanade, your methods bore fruit—kanade(go smoothly), huh?”

“Why are you looking so smug?! That pun wasn’t even that good!”

“Well, compared to your other techniques, nothing else is really impressive, is it?”

“That makes no sense! And I don’t have other techniques! I don’t even have the experience to know if I do!”

“…Somehow, I feel bad for you now.”

“Don’t give me that genuine sympathy!”

Yukihira glanced between me and Chocolat.

“Amakusa-kun, are you sure you didn’t do anything to Chocolat-san?”

“Yeah, nothing happened.”

…Though something almost did.

“I see…”

Yukihira gave a small nod and then smirked.

“Congratulations, Amakusa-kun. In my personal ranking, you’ve been promoted from Super Sleazebag to Ultra Wimp or Possibly Miracle Homo.”

“I don’t get it, but is that really a promotion?!”

“Homo desu ka~?”

“Don’t latch onto the weird part!”

“By the way, I specifically chose Miracle Homo over Wonder Homo because I didn’t want people mistaking it for Wonder Momo. Did you notice?”

“Of course not! And no one would ever confuse them!”

“Ah, you still believe in absolutes? You really are a naive little boy.”

“Who even are you?!”

“Well, the only one who could truly claim such a title is Invincible Raijin-○.”

“Why are your references so old?! How old are you?!”

“One hundred thousand and sixteen.”

“Your Excellency?!”

Seeing our exchange, the other classmates started murmuring among themselves.

“Yeah, Chocolat-chan is definitely better this way.”

“Mm-hmm. Yesterday was fine, but this Chocolat makes you want to give her sweets.”

“Yeah, it’s so heartwarming to watch.”

“Hmm… I wonder if she could change into a harsher personality. I’d love to be insulted by Chocolat-chan…”

…Ignoring that last weirdo, I found myself strangely happy that everyone was accepting the real Chocolat. Maybe this was what they called a parent’s pride.

“Hmm?”

Just then, something black flickered in the corner of my vision. I turned my gaze in that direction, and—

“Uwoah!”

Outside the window, Ouka Yuuouji was floating.

“Wh-What the…?”

W-What the hell was going on?! She was completely suspended in midair, one arm stretched upward, perfectly still.

The entire classroom erupted into chaos as everyone noticed her.

Amidst the commotion, Ouka met my gaze and grinned, revealing her sharp, double-layered teeth.

“Heave-ho~!”

Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she used her free hand to open the window and casually leapt into the classroom.

“Ohyo? Why’s everyone making such weird faces?”

“Because you were floating, obviously!”

“Huh? But seeing Amacchi floating isn’t that rare, right?”

“You’re talking about my social standing, not my physical position! I mean you were actually floating!”

…You know, Ouka, harmless jabs can sometimes hurt the most.

“Floating? Oh, you mean that.”

Ouka nonchalantly pointed outside the window.

“What the hell is she talking about now…?”

A black ring floated in the air where Yuuouji had just been.

“There’s an incredibly thin thread coming from that ring, you see. I was hanging from it, which made it look like I was floating.”

I see. Now that she mentioned it, when I squinted and focused, I could see the space above the ring shimmering in the sunlight.

“Well, I get the trick now, but… why were you even doing that in the first place?”

Yuuouji flashed a mischievous grin.

“Mufufu, first thing in the morning, I got cornered on the rooftop by an evil villain! So, I took the plunge and jumped off!”

As I hesitated over where to even start pointing out the problems with that statement, another question suddenly crossed my mind.

“Come to think of it… are you okay?”

Yesterday, I was too preoccupied with Chocolat’s bizarre transformation to pay much attention, but Yuuouji had been acting strangely embarrassed. Her behavior had definitely been off.

But today, she seemed completely back to normal.

“Okay? Ohhh, you mean the underwear thing?”

She answered without a hint of hesitation.

“H-hey, you were so embarrassed about it before! Don’t just say it out loud like that…!”

“Mufufu, I am not the same as I was yesterday! Behold!”

With a fearless smirk, she lifted her skirt in one swift motion.

What was revealed underneath was a pair of shorts, smaller than usual, shaped like bloomers.

“Mufufu, with this, no matter when someone tries to force me into bloomers, I’ll be totally fine!”

…What exactly is this absolute trust she has in her spats?

“Look, look! Even if I do this, it’s no problem!”

Before I could even react, Yuuouji suddenly kicked up into a handstand.

“Yeah, that’s really improper, so let’s stop that.”

“Reeeally?”

She spread her legs wide, pausing in mid-air like Chun-Li stopping halfway through a Spinning Bird Kick… Every single time, I wonder—just what kind of superhuman body does this girl have?

“Oof, there we go!”

Just as Yuuouji clapped the dust off her hands after finishing her acrobatics, the classroom door burst open with a loud slam.

“QUORRRAAA!!”

A bizarre scream followed immediately after.

“W-what the hell?”

Standing in the doorway was none other than our disciplinary teacher, Kishi—

“Ah, the villain chased me all the way here.”

“Yuuouji… You… YOU DARE…!”

Kishibe-sensei’s face was beet red, either from sheer rage or from being out of breath—maybe both.

Yuuouji always had the worst compatibility with Kishibe-sensei due to her over-the-top pranks, but I’d never seen him this furious before. What the hell did she do this time?

“Uh, Sensei, what’s wrong?”

Kishibe-sensei snapped his glare toward me, his eyes burning with fury.

“Amakusa! Your comrade has committed a crime worthy of a thousand deaths!”

Comrade…? Look, I already get singled out by teachers for my absolute choices, but I’d rather not be lumped in with Yuuouji on this one, to be honest.

“What did you do?” I leaned in close and asked her in a hushed voice.

“Well, you know how Kishibe-sensei is kinda bald, right?”

“…Yeah, I guess so.”

I nodded, a bit thrown off by her bluntness. Kishibe-sensei’s comb-over wig was infamously unnatural, and everyone knew there wasn’t much hair left underneath.

“So, the other day, I mentioned that my family’s company was developing a super-powerful hair growth formula, and Sensei got reeeally interested.”

Well, UOG’s technology is top-tier across multiple industries, so I could understand why he’d be desperate enough to bite.

“He said he couldn’t wait for the official release, no matter what. I warned him the prototype was dangerous, but he swore he wouldn’t complain no matter what happened, so… I snuck him a sample.”

At this point, Yuuouji suddenly tried to suppress a laugh.

“It did make his hair grow back, but… it turned into seaweed.”

“…Seaweed?”

I turned my gaze toward Kishi-sensei’s head.

Oh.

She wasn’t kidding.

Peeking out from the gaps of his tightly parted comb-over was… something limp and moist-looking.

“AHAHA! Sensei, it’s sticking out—your wakame! Your wakame is poking out!”

She should’ve just kept her mouth shut, but nope—Yuuouji went and pointed at him, laughing uncontrollably.

“AHAHAHAHA! I told you not to use it! AHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Y-YUUOUJIIIIIIIIII!!”

Kishibe-sensei’s fury reached its absolute peak.

Sure, he brought this on himself by using an experimental product, but Yuuouji’s reaction was way too much.

“Ahaha, flee from the Wakame Monster—run for your lives!”

“STOP RIGHT THERE, KORRRAAA!!”

Yuuouji, clearly having the time of her life, bolted out of the classroom at full speed.

Well… at least she’s back to normal?

Though, much like with Chocolat, I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.