You Girls Are Way Too Obsessed With A Lone Wolf Like Me - Volume 4 D - Epilogue and Final Author's Note

Volume 4 D – Epilogue: Himemiya Haruichi Is Alone, but Not Truly Alone

The sky gradually shifts from blue to crimson, then to black.

The sun sets earlier now, and it feels like just yesterday we were talking about autumn, yet here I am, realizing winter is already approaching.

Such is the reality I think about, leaning back against the window of my private room in solitude. It’s the peaceful conclusion to a day.

Although I’m deciding to call it the end of the day, I’m actually in the middle of the closing ceremony in the gymnasium.

Why am I not in the gym, you ask? Well, to put it simply, I’m skipping it.

I figured it’s fine to skip. I’m tired.

That’s how much I’ve been running around today. I’ve reached my limit.

I sip my can of coffee and once again gaze absentmindedly at the twilight sky when I hear a loud voice through a microphone coming from the gym.

“The winner of the contest is… Class 1B, Maid Café! Hooray!!”

“”””YOSHAAAAAAAAAAAA”””””

The sound of my classmate’s victory cheers reaches my ears.

The boys seem especially excited about our win, celebrating with chants of “Bishoujo! Bishoujo! Bishoujo!”—they’re so over the top, it’s almost embarrassing.

I can also hear applause and cheers from other classes and clubs. I’d say this victory is well-deserved.

Congratulations.

I offer a casual clap from my private room.

“The representative, step forward! Huh? Where’s Himemiya? Hey, Himemiya, you won! Come on out! Don’t be shy! Wait, it’s you, so you’re probably just thinking it’s too much trouble, right? Hahaha! Where did Himemiya go?”

Well, I think it’s time for me to take a nap.

I close the window and head straight for the chair. Without thinking, I flop down onto the long desk.

Before I know it, sleep takes over, and I drift off, as if sleep itself is coaxing me in.

I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep.

Suddenly, I feel like I’m being watched and I open my eyes.

It’s not just my imagination.

“…”

“Oh. Sorry, did I wake you?”

“…Thanks.”

“Good morning♪”

Even though the day should have ended by now, right next to me, like the sun itself, is Misaki, who is in the same position as I am, sprawled out.

There’s a blanket over my shoulder—Misaki must have put it there.

I’m grateful for her kindness, but…

“Why are you in here with me?”

“Because I was cold, maybe?”

It’s not just me; Misaki also shares the blanket with me. Since we’re both under it, I almost feel like we’re sleeping together, under the same covers.

Hearing that, you might think, “Oh, I see. So, let’s warm up together,” but no, that’s not what this is about. Don’t raise people’s blood pressure right after waking up.

On top of that… if I look closely at Misaki, she’s still in her bride dress.

“Of course, if you’re dressed that lightly, you’ll be cold.”

Ignoring my comment, Misaki gets up with a somewhat proud look and re-wears the blanket she had taken from me.

It seems like she didn’t just wear it because she was cold.

Why? Because what I thought was a blanket was actually a cloak.

The cloak is bright red with a collar and ribbon, and Misaki has even put on the hair ornament she left on the desk.

It’s a mini crown. The silver tube-shaped crown, decorated with rhinestones and pearls, shines brightly, making Misaki as a bride stand out even more.

The wedding dress, the cloak, and the mini crown.

This full ensemble is truly the image of someone who deserves to be the winner of the Otozuka Collection.

“I just wanted you to see it up close, Himemiya-kun. That’s why I kept wearing it.”

Such a cute reason.

It’s Misaki’s thoughtful gesture. I should gratefully engrave the image of her in her champion dress for this year into my mind.

“Please say a word about your impressions♪”

This guy’s charging a viewing fee, huh.

“I think it’s really beautiful.”

“！… Ehehe♪”

“I’d want to send you straight to the honeymoon if I could.”

“You mean you want me to disappear from here, right!?”

It’s hard to diss someone without them noticing.

Honestly, if she just stayed quiet, she’d be incredibly beautiful.

Well, no matter how much I get swung around, Misaki responds with her usual healthy spirit.

Misaki knows what kind of person I am. She knows, so she doesn’t get truly angry, and she doesn’t actually try to leave the room. Instead, she continues the conversation smoothly, saying, “Since you weren’t at the closing ceremony, it was a pain to cover for you, you know?”

Because she’s like this, she also expresses her gratitude honestly.

“Really, thank you.”

“What’s with you all of a sudden?”

“If you hadn’t said ‘draw,’ I would’ve probably been full of regret right now. So this is my thanks.”

I thought of saying, “What an overdramatic person,” but those familiar, friendly words are better left unsaid. I’m well aware that the path Misaki’s walked today has not been easy.

Because I understand that, her heartfelt gratitude really touches me.

“Thanks to you, I had a really fun day today.”

“！… Oh.”

As for me, answering bluntly is about the best I can do.

Misaki still doesn’t get it. She’s just smiling as if to say, “You probably didn’t feel anything because you’re ‘emotionless’ Himemiya-kun, right?”

She’s already looking ahead to next year.

“If we end up in the same class again next year, let’s try to be part of the planning committee together, okay?”

“Please don’t do that next year…”

“You’re not going to do it?”

“As much as possible, I want to skip it next year.”

“So, there’s still a chance, right?”

“About 1%, though.”

I send her a look that says, “What are you going to do about it?” but Misaki doesn’t back down at all.

In fact, she’s happily smiling, and—

“If there’s 1%, that’s good enough.”

“Eh?”

“Because, back when we first met, you would’ve definitely said ‘0%’!”

“…”

Yeah.

I can’t help but smirk wryly. Even after over half a year of high school life, my growth is still just 1%.

Is it like a slow crawl?

That said, though, if I, someone who never thought I could change and didn’t want to, am changing without even realizing it, then maybe it’s a significant improvement.

It’s easy to increase from 1 to 100, but creating something from 0 to 1 isn’t easy, as Miyai-senpai said.

Well, I don’t have to think too much about it. I’ll just keep going as I always do.

Like the wind blows, I’ll go wherever I feel like.

“I, I! I want to run again for the committee next year!”

“…””Erena!?””

God, come on. A surprise attack like that is cheating.

Hatori suddenly barges into the private room. She must have been listening to our conversation outside and now she’s enthusiastically voicing her desire to be part of next year’s planning committee. Stop glancing at me like that.

It’s like the strongest spear and shield are about to collide?

Next year, for the planning committee, a battle between a humanitarian and a subculture girl starts to brew.

But, of course, it doesn’t.

“Well then, let’s all do the planning committee together next year!”

Misaki takes our hands and makes a joint declaration. Like someone somewhere suggested, a third option.

Hatori’s eyes widen, and she’s absolutely delighted by the possibility of this “secret move.”

“That sounds great! I’m in!”

Just like that, it’s peacefully resolved. Of course, that’s how it is. These two don’t suit a tense relationship. If I had to complain about something, it would be that they’re already counting me as part of the group.

They’re in such a rush. They don’t even know if we’ll be in the same class next year.

I do like thinking about uncertain things, though.

Well, let me read a book with their chattering as the background music.

Can you let go of my hand already? I try to silently communicate this to Misaki with my eyes. But Misaki continues to hold my hand. And, unexpectedly, Hatori grabs my hand too?

“Well, it’s almost time for the after-party, so let’s head back to the classroom.”

“Yeah. I made a reservation at WELL, so everything’s ready.”

But I’m not quite prepared for it yet…

“Hey. I never said I was going.”

“Not going? You’re the hero who supported the class, Himemiya-kun.”

“Like Karin said. Everyone’s waiting for you, Himemiya.”

“…”

Misaki and Hatori press closer to me, clinging not just to my hand but even my upper arm. Do you have no sense of shame?’’

Muuuu~! The destructive power of those two, puffing out their cheeks and looking up at me.

I can’t help but let out a sigh.

“Alright… I get it, I should just go, right?”

“♪　Yeah!”

You two really like me, the solo person, way too much.

As the saying goes, “Do good quickly,” I’m dragged along by the two of them as we leave the private room.

My love for solitude probably won’t change anytime soon.

Being alone is more comfortable, and it suits my personality.

Group activities, after all, are a hassle. Human relationships bring about constant worries.

But, I’ve come to understand that troublesome things and conflicts in human relationships are one of the pleasures of acting in a group. Even what I thought were negatives don’t really become that much of a stress.

There’s even some positives, after all.

Since I’ve finally understood that enjoyment, I plan to continue living this way for a while longer.

To fully appreciate both the meaningful and the meaningless aspects of my life, and to make the most of both my alone time and the time spent with others.

T/N: Fck… This is the ending, the final volume. Open ending yeah, but atleast it’s clear that the mc won’t be picking anybody anytime soon. I consider this a harem end. These kinds of MC aren’t that easy to find, and I’ll continue translating light novels to find similar mcs with desirable endings. New novel would be romcom as well with quite the weird premise, look forward to it!

Volume 4 F – Author’s Note:

T/N: Since it’s the last volume, I figured I should TL the Author’s note or afterword here.

Afterword

Those of you who read volume 4 might have a vague sense of what’s coming.

The “Ohitori-sama” series ends with this volume. It’s over! END!

The reason for the ending? To be blunt, the sales were a bit mediocre. My lack of ability… it’s all on me…

I was told that if sales were good, volume 5 could happen. However, the thought crossed my mind, “Even if I could write two more volumes, what would I want to convey to the readers?”

After thinking it through, I came to the conclusion that, regardless of sales, I wanted to wrap it up with this volume. The main reason being, I felt it would be the most disrespectful to the readers who’ve followed the series this far if I just kept dragging it on.

Once I made that decision, I threw myself into volume 4 with all my might.

I really struggled with it. In fact, despite saying that the previous 3 volumes were the hardest, this one was even more difficult than I could ever imagine.

The humanitarian, school idol Misaki Karin, who is an anomaly and an object of admiration, challenges Haruichi, and I spent days thinking about how their relationship would evolve.

The subculture girl, the “shadow and sunlight” type, Hatori Erena, who has unintentionally conveyed her feelings to Haruichi and now doesn’t know how to interact with him, and I spent days wondering how their relationship would turn out.

And then, there’s Haruichi Himemiya, the solitary supremacist, who reflects on what he learns and gains through the final event of the story, the cultural festival.

………………… It was WAY too difficult! Pyaaァァァァァァ───!!!

That’s how I felt.

Honestly, for the last half a year or so, I felt like I was trapped in a punishment cell. I lost count of how many times I wanted to break out like in Prison Break and almost cracked mentally. I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.

Of course, writing with all my might was tough, but there isn’t a single scene or line that was written lazily. Not a single one. Trust me, because I’m saying this.

If anyone sends me a DM on Twitter saying, “This line is so lazy lol,” I’ll beat you. If you send it, I’ll make sure to call you every morning, 10 minutes before you’re supposed to wake up.

Just kidding. But seriously, I wasn’t joking when I say I wrote with all my effort.

Whether this volume is good or bad, I, as the author, am completely satisfied. Fully satisfied. One hundred percent satisfied.

I’m not saying that the quality is perfect, but regardless of the score, I truly believe I’ve written everything I wanted to convey.

I think some readers might be wondering, “Which does Haruichi like more, Erena or Karin?” To those thinking that, well done.

You can decide that. You can weave the story as you see fit from here on out.

The subtle flavor I added to the relationships between the three of them? That’s the reason why I was like Pyaaァァァ───!

And, not just in this volume, but throughout the series, if I was able to resonate with those who love being alone, and if it has become a foundation of hope, then I, the author, am hyper satisfied!

Now, I’d like to express my gratitude.

To my editor: I caused you an incredible amount of trouble throughout the series. Honestly, I felt like I was about to be hit with a nose hook destroyer at any moment, so it’s a good thing I live in the countryside. Just kidding, sorry. Thank you so much for everything!

To illustrator: I’m really sorry for making you adjust your schedule over and over amidst your busy days. Thanks to you, the work became vibrant, and I enjoyed seeing the illustrations just as much as the readers did. That won’t change, and during tough times, I’ll continue to be healed by the illustrations of Karin and the others. Thank you so much!

Finally, of course, to the readers: Thank you so much!!! Thanks to you, the work has reached a conclusion! Special thanks!!!

A little good news for those who read this far.

I’ve uploaded several Hitorisama SS (short stories) to Kakuyomu and Shousetsuka ni Narou. (T/N: I am going to TL this.)

If you search for my pen name, they should come up. Enjoy!

Also, on a personal note, I’m planning to reveal a new project on the web, although it’s within my own hobby range. “Planning,” that is. Planning!

I’ll follow Haruichi’s example and take it at my own pace.

So, everyone, thank you for reading the Ohitori-sama series!

May happiness be with all the solitary souls out there!