My Popular-as-Hell Best Friend Is Annoying, So I Want to Get Him a Girlfriend and Shut Him Up - Chapter 7: Excuses

Chapter 7: Excuses

“Well then, shall we continue the conversation you cut short?”

“…Yes.”

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After school, in a certain place.

Kirita Akari was sitting in seiza, facing me across the tatami, sweat beading on her forehead as she stared fixedly at the floor.

“Do you understand why I’m angry?”

“…Because I ran away from the date with Aoyagi-kun?”

“Exactly. Frankly, I don’t understand it at all.”

Even as I hurled harsh words at her, I couldn’t help but feel a little impressed that Kirita Akari was facing reality head-on.

Most people try to dodge or make excuses when something inconvenient comes up. In that sense, the fact that she’s confronting herself means this girl has some potential.

“Why didn’t you go on the date? Weren’t you looking forward to it?”

“Before that… may I say one thing?”

When I pressed her, Kirita Akari slowly raised her right index finger.

“I fully understand that you’re furious about my pathetic behavior, but… could you please stop charging into the classroom like you did this morning?”

This morning, the moment I heard she’d ditched Uryu, I’d stormed straight into her classroom.

Akari had turned bright red and begged, “Can we do this after school!?”

Which is how we ended up here.

“Why not? You have to strike while the iron is hot.”

“B-But… making a scene in the classroom is embarrassing…”

“If you hadn’t done something so incomprehensible in the first place, I could’ve stayed perfectly calm, you know?”

“…Perfectly calm…?”

What’s with that look that says “When have you ever been calm?”

I’m fundamentally a peaceful person who just wants a quiet life—as long as the guy sitting next to me isn’t annoying.

“Fine, whatever. I may have overreacted and moved too suddenly. From now on I’ll summon you somewhere else for strategy meetings.”

“I’m truly grateful you understand.”

“Now, back to the topic. Tell me what happened last weekend.”

At those words, Kirita Akari timidly met my eyes.

“…You won’t get angry?”

“I probably will.”

“…Yeah, thought so.”

She gave a self-mocking laugh and let out a huge sigh.

That felt incredibly rude, but maybe I’m just imagining it.

“So, um… we’d made plans to go out together and were meeting up, but then…”

She stopped there, face turning crimson as she covered both cheeks with her hands.

“…His casual clothes looked so insanely cool…!”

What the hell is this girl saying?

No, no, I get it—seeing someone out of uniform can create a gap moe effect, sure.

But it shouldn’t have shaken her that much.

And was Uryu’s casual outfit even that great? It was pretty standard, almost painfully average.

Maybe that’s what girls like?

“That alone shaved off a massive chunk of my HP, you know.”

“HP…?”

“And then! The moment we met, he complimented my outfit!! There’s no way I could handle that, right!? I’d die, right!? So of course I had to flee the scene to stay alive, right!?”

I have no idea what you’re talking about.