In a classroom lit by the setting sun, I was alone with a female student.
In the past, I became friends with Shiho in a similar situation.
But this time, the girl with me was not Shiho.
It was a pink-haired girl named Kururi Kurumizawa.
âIâm not interested in you, okay? I just want to talk to you for a little bit.â
She said while holding my phone in one hand, her cheeks flushed red.
No, no way, right? Theyâre just red from the reflection of the sunset, right?
You canât possibly be⦠that thrilled to be with me, can you?
ââ¦Can I have my phone back? Iâm sure there are plenty of incoming calls.â
To be honest, I was freaked out.
I was content with my stagnant romantic comedy. Iâd love to relax with Shiho forever.
Change was unnecessary.
Because we were already good friends.
And as time passes, we would become even better friends, and eventually, when we reach a certain age, we will consider marriage.
Thatâs the kind of romantic comedy I want.
We donât want our story to have any peaks and valleys. We donât want to experience any ups and downs. We donât want incidents, events, conflicts, setbacks, or even catharsis.
And yet, the God of romantic comedies is merciless.
Just when I thought he had easily discarded Ryoma Ryuzaki, he began to love me on his own.
I really wanted a break.
âIncoming calls? Yeah, there were a lot of them, but I turned them off because they were too noisy. Nakayama, donât you have a password on your phone? Youâre pretty careless⦠Isnât that how you got your phone stolen?â
Seeing her mischievous smile, I broke out in a cold sweat.
Why would she only smile like that at me? I donât understand.
Why canât she be as sarcastic with me as she was earlier?
There was no need to show any emotion.
It would be better for both of us to live as strangers.
âOh, donât worry, I didnât look at what was in there, okay? I donât cross the line⦠Well, usually. Sorry about this. Was it upsetting to have your phone stolen? I apologize for that.â
As she says this, she hands me the phone.
We were a few meters apart. But she didnât appear to be getting any closer. She was leaning against the window, waiting for me to come.
âNo, Iâm not mad at you, but⦠Iâll have it back anyway.â
I approached her with caution, saying something bland so as not to provoke her.
Slowly, step by step, I stopped just within reach and tried to take the phone from her hand.
But the god of romantic comedies didnât allow me to just take it, he had other plans.
â-!?â
Suddenly, something was caught at my feet. Somebodyâs bag was on the floor. I fall forward, my foot caught on it as it rolls unnaturally.
âLook out!â
At that moment, she shifted her stance and moved forward to catch me.
Kurumizawa-san was light. She caught me but was unable to support me, so we both fell.
As a result, my face collided with her chest.
âOuch⦠Nakayama, are you alright? Did you hit your head?â
Kurumizawa-san had fallen, but she appeared to be okay. She was worried about me.
I had just hit my face so hard that I couldnât say anything right away. My nose especially hurt⦠I felt like I was going to get a nosebleed. If I did, the blood would get on Kurumizawa-sanâs clothes, so I rushed to put my hand on my face.
But instead, my hand was on⦠her b*****s.
Because I was in a hurry, I couldnât confirm it.
âUh~~~!?â
Kurumizawa-sanâs face turned bright red in an instant.
After her chest was suddenly touched, it was no surprise that she would be angry.
Howeverâ¦
ââ¦Uhm, can you let me go? Itâs a little embarrasingâ¦â
She simply fidgeted shyly.
I could definitely feel her heart beating.
I felt like my blood had stopped flowing so much to the point where the nosebleed had subsided.
Why was she so nervous just because I touched her?
Rather, why wasnât she mad at me?
I think it is normal for someone to get angry or disgusted when a stranger suddenly touches their body.
This was like a scene out of a rom-com.
No, the word âlikeâ is probably an understatement.
I am now favored by the god of romantic comedies.
Iâm sure that even this was planned out from the start.