I used to not only love Yuri, but love Shoujo manga as well. When the characters get their heart broken, they are shocked and cry in their pillow all night. I wouldnât have thought youâd eat a lot after as well.
I cried a little, slept well, and was hungry. I ate a lot of food. Apparently my spirits were pretty low.
When I met Sara on the train I had recovered. Although I was still a little upset. Although it didnât show outright on my face.
âIâm glad you got well so fast, but donât overdo it.â
âYeah, Iâm still taking cold medicine.â
Having a peaceful conversation settled my heart somewhat. However I then suddenly heard a very desperate hard voice, saying âUmâ
I reflexively looked to the unknown voice, there was a boy with a bright red face in a Tsubakigaoka uniform.
That alone made me sick knowing what was happening after this.
I understand the feeling. Those attracted to my favorite person are reasonable. Sara is cute. It canât be helped if you like her. But please if possible, donât confess to her in front of me. Even if she refuses, itâd be hard to withhold my feelings. How would I react. . . If she said okay. I couldnât imagine it.
âUm, Actually- â -â
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Yesterday I cried so much and ran out of strength. I mustered all I could in the morning, and from then itâs all been down hill. Both mentally and physically.
I took my classes seriously, and made sure not to fall asleep. I even had to work class duty. Now, Iâm on my way to help the student council, itâs really great!
I skipped yesterdayâs work to take care of Sara. I canât skip today as well, I have no excuse. Though if Iâm honest, I want to just go home and sleep.
I lifelessly arrived at the Student council room. Only the President and Yoko were here.
Usually there is a vice president, accountant, and another secretary. Though when I looked around nobody came yet. Apparently they would be in the staff room for a while.
âIâm sorry for suddenly calling off yesterday.â
âAh, donât worry about it. Is your friend better?â
âYeah. She is already back to school.â
I think itâd be best if she rested for another day, but if I said that Iâd be teased by Yoko for being overprotective.
I didnât tell Yoko what happened yesterday. I feel like we will eventually talk about it, but I donât feel like talking about it now. At least until I digested it more. Though that isnât the only reason Iâm frustrated. In the end, How did she know it already? Why did Yoko and Koharu notice it? Is it because they are the unrequited love professional?
âRegardless, it seems that this morning was eventful. I heard from Yoko.â
âAh, yeah. . .â
âA confession from a student from another school, on a train no less? Well then, doesnât that sound romantic?â
âPresident. That way of saying it, makes you sound like an old man. So how about we stop there.â
â. . . .Okay.â
Maybe she was self-conscious of it, because after I said that the president was talking like an old man, Yoko began heavily laughing. And the President returned to her usual spot. Once again starting her work with a lifeless face.
I thought work would be easier than everyday life. My aim for a peaceful life, where on earth did it go. It wasnât supposed to be like this! How did this happen?
The confession from that boy wasnât for Sara, but instead me.
Even if Iâm a sub-heroine. My face is reasonably good, and my breasts are large. If I said this out loud it could start a dispute. But itâs usually the case that girls with good faces, small breasts or big breasts will be popular.
This isnât the first confession Iâve got.
However, it is the first time Iâve been directly confessed to on a train. Before going to home base, theyâd usually just give me a love letter. I wish theyâd give that much consideration. Plus above all, it was in front of Sara.
. . . .Those lukewarm eyes filled with pity. That child must have been through similar experiences.
âIt was an annoying morning, because one idiot from my school who just happened to be too excited on the same train had to spread it all over my class at once. I rejected it immediately anyway.â
âI wasnât too excited. Itâs just fun.â
âThatâs even worse!â
Iâm in a very bad mood. I glared at her with all my might.
âYou rejected him, because there was a âperson you likedâ.â
âYeah, it was a lie too. I borrowed Tomoda-sanâs wisdom.â
âHmm, Really?â
âReally.â
I havenât seen her face. But the president gave me a smile with a âHeh.â or a âHmmâ or something like that.
I know what she wants to say. I would like it if you could be honest, but sheâd probably suspect my feelings under investigation.
Regardless, the President was listening at the side.
âI donât believe it.â
She then spat out with an amused smile.
. . .Thatâs unnecessary!
âI think so too! Shiori hasnât been making eye contact all day.â
âYeah, Sugimura-san is a really bad liar.â
âWhat? Did you finally admit it? Did you finally realize it? Why donât you share with your sisters in detail? Letâs talk.â
âTruly, Yoko is speaking my mind. I want to hear too.â
As expected they are in sync. Or rather, could you both not approach me with excited faces? This insync couple!
Especially the President. I can hit Yoko with no reservations, but I canât attack the President.
Yoko. Please donât talk about it in front of the President, She doesnât know anything.
âI think Yoko should remember the meaning of tact.â
âThere is no word in my dictionary, neither is there restraint, or self control!â
âThrow away that broken dictionary, and buy a new one!â
Yes there! The President isnât buying it either!
This couple doesnât hesitate to show their thoughts.
But it is tiring, I want to go home.
âWell, Iâm not going to talk without thinking. However Shiori is the type to hold it all in, so itâs best if you just let it out. Because this is a topic you canât tell that other person.â
âI mean, that may be true. . .â
âAlso if you are going to talk to me eventually Iâll tell the president. So just talk to both of us at once!â
Yoko is such an idiot, but thatâs how she is. I was an idiot who believed sheâd keep it to herself. I canât take the words of a missing words girl.
However I canât deceive them, theyâve seen through it already. I didnât think I was so bad at lying. Though itâs a different story with the unrequited love professionals.
Hahhh, I took a small deep breath to calm my mind. I was going to talk about it someday, so itâs fine now.
âI havenât organized my feelings yet, so I canât really talk about it. I realized it, but Iâm not going to do anything to bother her.â
âAh, hold on. I donât know the story. What kind of person is your favorite person?â
âUm, that. . .â
âItâs the girl she was visiting yesterday. A first year student at Tsubakigaoka, she is a really pretty girl.â
âHuh, I see.â
Yoko gave a quick run down for me, but there is some stuff she is having a hard time explaining. Of course I like her face, but Saraâs charm isnât just her looks, but the cuteness oozing from inside, her hard-working personality, and so many more. . . no itâs too hard to explain.
In the end I talked about yesterday, omitting the pushing her down, and the crying. Also I told them about inviting her to visit my home after being requested by my mother, and even going to the firework show together. I saw eyes filled with sympathy. They wrinkled their eyebrows like troubled french bulldogs, but itâs not necessary. I would love it if you stopped. Itâs just making me more sad.
âAs you know, It might be hypocritical for me to say, I donât mean to say that love must come true, but are you okay with that Sugimura-san? Isnât it pretty hard to stay friends?â
âItâs okay. I understand itâs tough, but Saraâs happiness is my highest priority.â
â. . .What about your happiness?â
I wish I believed it could happen. Without the dream I might have had hope if I worked hard it could.
However I know if I confessed to Sara and she agrees, I would just be the replacement for her partner in the dream. Instead of Aoi itâd be me. It could be better seeing as Koharu wonât stab her, however Sara would be tortured. Maybe sheâd be properly fond of Aoi in the happy ending of the game- â -However Iâm not Aoi.
âI canât do that, but I atleast want to be by her side to help with that.â
âI see. Well, I wonât say anymore. Sugimura-san has helped with alot of stuff, and itâd be painful to talk more about it. Also if you are going to the firework show I have some bleacher tickets, so please have them.â
âEh? No I canât. . .Didnât you get them for yourself?â
âThe bleacher seats are for sponsors. I get some every year because of my family connections, but Iâm glad if you can use it because I always have a surplus.â
I thought the President would want to go with Yoko. However, now that I think about it, she is an examinee. Perhaps she canât go to the firework display this year because of cram school, or studying. Though the work of the Student council seems to be a larger hindrance to studying rather than any fireworks display.
âFirework displays are quite crowded. If you donât go early, admission could be restricted, but if you have a ticket you donât have to worry about it. Besides the risk of losing Sara-chan in the crowds to some weirdos is less likely. . .â
âThank you very much. I graciously accept.â
I didnât think of that risk! Thank you for the proposal President. Though Yoko quietly muttered âOverprotected. . .â
Though as Yoko said, talking about it has helped organize my feelings a little. A love that isnât rewarded and canât be told to them, maybe I couldnât hold it in. So thank you for that. The president listens better than Yoko. Though they both gave me their ears.
It would be perfect if this feeling could settle down back into friendship, but itâd probably be too difficult. As a romance novice, I couldnât imagine my feelings would change during this summer vacation.
The day of the closing ceremony is a few days after that talk.
I received my report card and it was much higher than last year, and after that I just went home. When suddenly I received a rare Sara call.
âShiori-san. . .Please, come over soon. . .â
The happy mood surrounding summer vacation starting the next day disappeared. It was immediately subdued by a sobbing plea. Sara, who is always reluctant to ask for anything, is requesting me. In the first place, Sara doesnât easily cry. I can only imagine it was something important to her.
I packed up my bag in a hurry and immediately rushed to her house.