“I’ll go ahead and wait for you at the high school.”
“Yes!”
Ichika-senpai said and went to the high school.
Ichika-senpai was my favorite senior. She had a very cute smile and was full of energy.
I confessed my love to her once, but she gently avoided me.
But she told me she would wait for me.
So I took the entrance exam to the same high school as Ichika-senpai.
The high school Ichika-senpai went to was a very difficult school to get into if you didn’t work hard.
But I liked her so I studied hard and was able to enter the same school.
I was able to keep in touch with her at first, but from the end of summer, I could not get a read on my messages, but I thought that she was trying to keep me busy so that I could concentrate on my studies for the entrance examinations.
“I’m going to the same school as Ichika-senpai tomorrow. I have to get myself in high spirits.”
I went to bed after simulating confessing my feelings once again.
I woke up at six in the morning.
It’s a habit I’ve gotten into over the years of studying for the entrance exam. It’s a habit I can’t seem to break.
I put on my new school uniform, fix my hair, eat a hearty breakfast, and leave the house.
“I’m off.”
I say to my sister, who is probably still sleeping.
She is a college student who lives alone, and since this spring she has been living with me because she is close to my high school.
I was a little nervous going to school.
When I get to school in the morning, the first thing I have to do is to put a letter in my senior’s shoe box.
All I wrote in the letter was to come to the rooftop because I want to meet her in person and confess my feelings.
I haven’t seen her in a while. So I’m a little nervous.
But Yuya Omine, be brave!
After that, we had a morning meeting, then classes and after school.
I asked my senpai where Ichika-senpai’s shoe box was and left a letter in it.
I was anxious during class.
“Yuya, let’s go somewhere and have fun.”
A new friend at high school? Natsuki Kanzaki, calls out to me. He is someone I started talking to because we happened to be in a committee together.
He is well-groomed and has a beautiful face. Even I, a guy, think he is cool.
As for me… I didn’t want to be negative before confessing, so I stopped.
It’s not that I am ugly, I have a normal face.
But compared to this guy, I’m not as good looking.
“I’m sorry. I have something to do today. Let’s go tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay. I understand.”
I have to go to the rooftop.
I opened the door to the rooftop.
There was already senpai there. She was still the same beautiful senpai that she was a year ago.
“Se-Senpai!”
I called out to her.
“Yuya, you got into this high school?”
“Yes!”
“Then why did you call me?”
“Well, Senpai. I like you, please go out with me.”
“Sorry, I have a boyfriend.”
What?
“Senpai, you said you would wait for me, right?”
“I did. But I told you because I thought Yuya couldn’t enter.”
”What?”
“To tell the truth, Yuya was a pain in the ass, so I entered the place where I thought Yuya would never enter.”
”What?”
“I’m done with the business here and my boyfriend is waiting for me.”
Huh? Wait. I tried to stop her, but I couldn’t speak.
Senpai had gone.
Had I been mistaken all along? Was it a one-way street for me?
Ahaha.
All I could do was laugh dryly.
And the ground was wet with tears.
I cried for about 10 minutes after that, and I felt like a fool.
Ha, life is not like this. A girl is not like this. I’m not like this.
Sigh.
Let’s go home, take a bath, and go to bed.
I ran out of the entrance and was about to go through the school gate when,
“Wait a minute. Yuya-kun.”
I turned around when I thought I heard my name called.
“Huh? What is it?”
I was quite irritated, so I used a little stronger language.
There was a very beautiful and pretty senior student there.
As I recall, Natsuki had said that the most beautiful girl in school was someone like this senpai.
But I don’t think anything of it now.
“Yuya-kun. Um,”
I wonder if you can do it sooner.
“I love you. Please go out with me.”
…………… What?
“I’m sorry. Can you say that one more time?”
“I like Yuya-kun!”
Huh? Huh? I don’t understand at all.
I don’t understand why such a beautiful person likes me.
But my answer is always the same, no matter who confesses it to me.
“I’m sorry.”
I ran away.
WTF
Wtffffff this shit is crazy Wahahaahaha
Simp