Volume 2 - CH 20.1

I, Mone Kurusu, am a normal girl that could be found anywhere, except for my Kyoto dialect.

I neither had any friends in elementary nor junior high school because I always had a personality that didn’t drive me to do anything.

I was ignored by everyone because I was the reason for gossip because I was ‘boring’, ‘annoying’, and Others don’t know what’s in my mind.

Nevertheless, I still preferred to be alone, so I didn’t mind them.

But when I was in high school, I had a turning point one day.

“Nice to meet you, Kurusu-san.”

When everyone switched seats in class, the boy who was sitting next to me started talking to me in a friendly manner.

That boy was Shoryu Kiryu.

He talked to me in a normal way and tried to close the distance between us.

As I was suspicious of people at that time, I initially rejected him.

I said, “I’m sorry, but can you leave me alone? Are you blind or what? Can’t you see that you are bothering me?”

My cold words stunned him, but it was only for a moment, and soon he smiled at me and spoke again.

“Isn’t that the Kyoto dialect? I like it. Let’s get along, Kurusu-san.”

He asked me for a handshake, but I ignored him without taking his hand.

Who the hell is this guy?

Could it be that he was looking for s*x and trying to ask me to be his girlfriend or something?

If that’s so, he got the wrong girl. I don’t want to be around such a flirtatious guy.

That’s what I thought, but he never stopped talking to me every day.

“Hello, Kurusu-san. Did you see the comedy show last night?”

“…”

“Good morning, Kurusu-san. You look lazy today as well.”

“…”

“Hey, Kurusu-san. Did you do your homework? If you did, let me see it.”

“…”

What’s with this guy?

I’ve been ignoring him for a while now, so why does he keep calling out to me?

I don’t understand.

I thought it was for physical or romantic purposes, but I can’t see any such intentions.

It’s still better if he chooses another woman than to choose me.

So, why…?

“Good morning, Kurusu-san.”

“…”

And today, he’s talking to me again.

“I heard that a new sweets store has recently opened in front of the station. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

“…Pfft.”

“Ah? Did you just laugh?”

“…Nothing, nothing at all.”

I was careless. I didn’t think I would react.

But I did laugh.

I never thought that a boy would talk to me like a girl.

The gap and humor were so great that I couldn’t help but be swayed.

At last, I decided to ask him about it.

“Why are you talking to me? We’re not close either. Everyone seems to keep away from me…”

“Eh? What are you talking about…?”

I didn’t know what he wanted.

It’s a waste of time to deal with a troublesome woman such as myself.

And yet, I didn’t understand why he was talking to me every day.

When I waited for him to say something, he casually replied unfazed by what I said.

“It’s because I want to be friends with you, right?”

“Eh? …? Uh, friends…with me?”

“Of course. It would be a shame if we didn’t get to know each other after sitting next to each other for so long.”

“Well, just for that reason…?”

“And I like you. That’s why I want to be friends with you.”

When I saw his serious face, I realized that he meant what he said.

He said that without hesitation.

But Does he want to be friends with me?

He can’t possibly be talking to me every day for that reason, and he even brought up the topic of a sweets store?

“…pfft, hahahahahahahaha!”

“Oh, eh? what? Did I say something weird?”

“You are a weirdo. I didn’t think you’d be talking to me for that reason alone.”

“You’re weird enough, too.”

“You’re right. Okay, I admit defeat. All right, I’ll be your friend.”

“Yes, I’ll be your friend! Let’s get along”

“You’re really weird….fufufu.”

That’s how I opened my heart to him.

From then on, I started talking to him every day, and sometimes we played together.

The days I spent with him became very fun and meaningful.

The more I spent time with him, the more I realized that I was in love with him.

I began to hope that one day we could be lovers instead of friends.

To that end, I made an effort.

I learned to put on make-up, which I had been careless about, and read magazines to learn what boys liked.

However, something happened that made all my efforts go down the drain.