On that day, I was sitting alone in the coffee shop at the womanâs university.
In my hand was strawberry milk gelato served in a crispy waffle cone. With a cute pink colour, the strong milk flavour and refreshing sourness of strawberry spread through my mouth with every bite. It was an amazingly wonderful dessert.
The coffee shop was limited to the womenâs college and had many splendid desserts like this that grabbed at the hearts of young women. Just like an ice cream shop, there were cones and gelato ready to be served at a counter. Today, I tried a single scoop of strawberry milk gelato.
ăAh, itâs deliciousă Strawberry milk is godly ice cream! Iâm so happy~ă
Smiling, I smacked my lips on my sweet and sour gelato while enjoying a moment after school.
My name is Ćsawa Michiru. I was a third-year student studying Japanese literature at a womanâs university in Tokyo.
Although I donât think my appearance is ugly, there was nothing of special notice either. In short, I was too commonplace. No, I was just plain within a group of similar aged and fashionable girls. Rather,ăbe a little cuter!ă my friends would shove me in a direction to attract attention.
Itâs not that I donât like cute or sparkling things. I love them, but I would rather look at and hold them in my hands than wear them as accessories.
Thatâs why I thought there were some pretty cute goods in my room. There was a handmade shelf on the wall. My mother ran a select shop1Â with miscellaneous goods, so I would save up my pocket money, get a bargain, and enjoy placing them there. There was also a corner for my favourite stones.
My hair was pitch black and went down to my shoulders. I had it cut in a beauty salon (fashionably speaking it was a jet black straight middle bob2. They would laugh that the halo of an elementary school student had appeared on me.
You guys, praise me without laughing at me! I wanted to say) but together with my Japanese face that proclaimed that soy sauce had won3, it was unfortunately not a trendy hairstyle.
Hmm, was it because the way it was cut was bad?
Even though it was not a bob cut, my friends told me I gave off the impression of anăadult zashiki warashi4ă.
I took it as a compliment because it seemed like a good omen somehowâŠâŠbut if you think about it, wasnât that a yĆkai5?!
Isnât that bad!?
Was it possible for a girl of my age to look like a yĆkai!?
Fashion was a t-shirt and jeans by default.
I tried wearing a fashionable skirt to a mixer at an Italian place but it was only uncomfortable and bore no fruit.
While sitting at the counter of a small and quiet izakaya6 while drinking, a drunk uncle treated me to a meal for some reason. First of all, I was undoubtedly someone to be treated.
Was I still really like a zashiki warashi?
This ordinary yĆkaiâŠâŠI mean, I, an ordinary college student, will tell the story of how I was suddenly dragged into a trip to a different world.
a Japanese term referring to a boutique that carries fashionable items from several brands as chosen by the owner.something like this,  I think,âSoy sauce faceâ refers to a face that is typically Japanese (long narrow eyes, compact features, and a thin face). Sheâs saying that her features are verytypically Japanese.Zashiki warashi are mischievous household spirits said to bring good fortune to the places they haunt. They appear in the form of little girls with bobbed hair and red faces. YĆkai refers to supernatural Japanese monsters, spirits, and demons.an izakaya is typically a kind of casual Japanese pub.