My Popular-as-Hell Best Friend Is Annoying, So I Want to Get Him a Girlfriend and Shut Him Up - Chapter 1: Confession

Chapter 1: Confession

“Um, I-I’m really sorry for calling you out when you’re busy…!”

It was right after school. That slightly exciting time of day when the sky starts turning madder red.

I, Hirose Yukiya, had been summoned by a girl.

The location was the small landing between the stairs and the rooftop. Since the rooftop itself wasn’t open to students, literally no one ever came here, right now it was just the two of us.

On top of that, even though she’s in a different class from me, instead of coming to my classroom she waited until we passed each other in the hallway to call out to me. That alone told me just how much she wanted to keep this whole thing secret.

“No need to panic so much. First, why don’t you tell me your name?”

“I-I’m Kirita Akari, second-year Class D!”

“Kirita Akari… Hmm, never heard that name before.”

“I-Is that so…?”

She looked somehow sad, or at least that’s what I thought, but I’m terrible at remembering faces, so I’d appreciate it if she didn’t take it personally.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?”

Even though I already knew, I asked anyway, just to tease her a little. Even someone as slow on the uptake as me—who’s constantly told he’s dense—could guess what was about to happen in a textbook situation like this.

Yes, this was a confession. No doubt about it—an iconic love confession that colors the youth of high school students. I’ve been asked one-on-one like this by girls many, many times before.

Experience was screaming at me: today, once again, you’re about to get confessed to.

“U-Um, well, you see…”

As expected, Kirita Akari turned bright red and started stammering. It looked like she couldn’t quite muster that final burst of courage.

Haha, no need to be so nervous. If it’s me, I’ll wait with nothing but kindness in my heart. I’ll keep waiting forever until the moment you finally work up the guts.

Whether my thoughts somehow reached her or not, Kirita Akari steeled herself, met my eyes directly, and held out both hands toward me.

What she was clutching was a pure-white letter with just a single small sticker on it.

The moment she offered me that letter, there was only one possible conclusion.

“Please give this to Aoyagi-kun!?”

…And that’s how I always end up dragged into these second-hand romantic comedy situations.