And your clothes look lame.
Translated by Dawn
And your clothes look lame.
It was early afternoon on the weekend.
I was in front of Ozawa Station, the nearest station to the school.
This was the result of a promise I had made with Satomi.
I was in my uniform because I was told by her.
I didnât know why.
Well, she had her own reasons.
Apparently, Satomiâs house was close to the school, though I did not know it.
It was also for her convenience that she chose this meeting place.
She was going to cooperate with me today, so that was good.
However, I had one bad feeling about it.
She wanted me to bring as much money as I could.
I wonder if she was trying to get me to cooperate with her, or if she was just trying to rob me.
I hope the money would be used for something decent.
âWow, youâre here, Aizawa. You look as dull as ever.â
Suddenly, I heard a voice from ahead.
I looked up to see Satomi, dressed in her school uniform, approaching.
She was the kind of person who wouldnât hesitate to use a bad word as a greeting.
âMind your own business.â
âWhat? Is that the attitude of someone who is supposed to be getting help?â
ââ¦Iâm going home.â
âW-well, well, donât be so angry, Aizawa. Itâs a joke, a joke!â
As I made a U-turn and walked toward the ticket gate, Satomi tapped me on the shoulder from behind.
It was fine to comfort me, but the tap was too strong, you know.
I had no choice but to stop and turn around to look at Satomi.
âSo where do we go from here?â
âBefore that⦠what part of yourself do you think you should change first?â
ââ¦come on, donât ask me that.â
I hardly pay attention to my appearance these days, even if it was in middle school when I was working hard on those things. Therefore, I didnât even know what I should fix about myself. I knew that I look a little like a potato in general when compared to fashionable people, but I had no idea what to do about it.
As I tilted my head, Satomi revealed something to me.
âIn situations like this, the first thing you should worry about isâ¦your hair, your hair.â
âHair?â
âYes, hair. To be honest, with that face, it will look better as long as you have a good haircut. For example, Your bed hair kind of stood out, and itâs making you look messyâ¦anyway, from my point of view, itâs no good. Also, your face is not that bad, so if you do a better job in that area, you should look a lot better. So letâs go to the hairdresserâs for now.â
ââ¦my face is not that bad?â
It probably had nothing to do with the whole thing, but I couldnât help but be surprised by that assessment.
I thought I was more on the ugly side, not the good-looking side.
Iâm glad to hear thatâ¦.
âS-shut up! Donât get carried away, you Aizawa! â¦I mean, letâs go quickly! You never know who might see us wandering around in front of the station in uniform!â
ââ¦why are you suddenly so mad?â
âWhat? â¦Iâm not mad at all.â
Satomi looked away and said.
Whatâs with this girl? Is it because itâs that girlâs day?
I did not want to ask. Iâd probably get beaten up if I asked.
âAlso, itâs you who told me to come in uniform, no?â
âT-thatâs becauseâ¦â
Satomi was somewhat flustered by my straightforward rebuttal.
âYouâre not that kind of character.
Just as I was about to do a tsukkomi on her, Satomi said, as if she had made up her mind.
âAnd your clothes look lame.â
ââ¦..â
Ah, now this is right.
*****
As I was walking along with Satomi, I took another objective look at the current situation.
Today was a holiday. It was late afternoon.
The girl walking with me now was a girl from the same school, even though we were not that close.
â¦Huh? Isnât this a bad situation when I think about it?
Iâd never had a girlfriend before, so I didnât think too much about it, butâ¦this was, in essence, a date, right? I wonder if it was okay for me, a guy with a girlfriend, to go on a date with another girl without my girlfriendâs permission.
No, itâs okay. I wasnât Mizutaniâs real boyfriend.
In fact, if I tried to get her permission, she might be confused.
âI donât mind, butâ¦why are you going out of your way to confirm that with me?â
Like that. I could already picture Mizutaniâs eyebrows furrowed.
I was glad I didnât ask after all.
Besides, the purpose of todayâs go-out was also for Mizutaniâs benefit in a roundabout way.
If I went to the trouble of reporting to her, I would feel like I was condescending.
So, I was sure I had made the right decision.
Okay, letâs change my way of thinking
âHere we are.â
At Satomiâs words, I looked around and found a stylish-looking store on my right.
From the view of the interior through the window glass, I knew it for sure was the hair salon we were looking for.
âThis is a high hurdle.â
â? Why?â
Satomi tilted her head, looking like she really didnât get it.
Come to think of it, this girl was a gal.
I almost misunderstood her because she talked to me so casually the other day and today, but I knew she was a different kind of person from me.
Apparently, Satomi had made a reservation for me.
When I stepped into the salon with her, Satomi explained to the hair stylist, who seemed to know her, with gestures. Then that hairdresser came up to me and said
âYou must be Aizawa-sama, who has a 1:00 p.m. reservation.â
What a surprise.
I had never bothered to make an appointment to get a haircut, so at this point, I was shivering.
Anyway, I followed the hairdresserâs directions and sat down fearfully in the chair for a haircut.
When I followed the hairdresser away from the chair, I saw her chatting with Satomi at the counter.
The hairdresser asked Satomi something with a smile, and Satomi denied it with a wave of her hand, saying she was not joking.
Now, letâs try to make an imaginative commentary on this conversation.
âIs he your boyfriend~?â
âOf course not! Thereâs absolutely no way heâs my boyfriend!â
This was probably it. What am I doing.