My name is Sora Hara Suzuya.
I’m an unfortunate high school boy, labeled as an introvert by my class and with barely any friends.
Suddenly, let me tell you something about my school: we have someone known as the school’s most beautiful girl.
Her name is Hiiragi Nagisa.
She’s a girl with long golden hair and striking sapphire-blue eyes. Not only is she intelligent and athletic, but she’s also kind to everyone—a flawless, almost divine being.
It’s no exaggeration to say that despite receiving over a hundred confessions, she’s never once accepted anyone.
And now, here I am, about to confess to her.
After school, at the back of the school building, with the popular kids watching.
Yes, I’m about to pull off a fake confession.
I lost a game these extroverts roped me into, and as punishment, I have to confess to this unreachable goddess.
They probably want to watch an introvert like me get rejected and laugh at my misery.
Truly, they’re terrible people.
So, I decided to get this farce over with as quickly as possible.
“I’ve liked you for a long time. Will you go out with me?”
“Sure, I’d love to.”
“...Huh?”
Without any effort or genuine emotion, I threw out those words, only to be met with an unexpected “yes.”
I was shocked, but the extroverts behind me were even more stunned, gasping in disbelief.
Whether she noticed them or not, Nagisa suddenly leaned into my arm and loudly declared:
“I want to visit Suzuya-kun’s house today!”
“Eh, um...”
“It’s okay, right?”
“Y-Yeah...”
Overwhelmed by her intensity, I ended up agreeing, and thus, I found myself taking her to my house.
When we walked toward the school gate, she deliberately passed by the group of extroverts, clearly on purpose.
Once we arrived at my house, we headed straight to my room.
I sat on the floor, while Nagisa sat cross-legged on my bed, facing me.
Because of her short skirt and our positions, I could almost see past her white thighs.
No, no, that’s not the point.
The real question is: how did things end up like this?
“So, do you have an excuse?”
“...”
Her gaze was cold, a far cry from the sweet and gentle demeanor she showed at school.
From her drastic change in attitude, you may have guessed already: we’ve known each other since childhood.
In fact, we’re childhood friends whose relationship has “leveled up” to being engaged, thanks to our parents’ close bond.
Oh, and as an added bonus, we’ve been living together for a month.
So, to put it simply, I just confessed to my own fiancée.
“You know, you’re a guy. You should be clear about saying no to things you don’t want to do.”
“You’re absolutely right.”
“Honestly, it’s a good thing I’m the one you confessed to. What if it had been someone else?”
Seeing how pathetic I was, Nagisa sighed and questioned me, holding her head in her hands.
We used to be close when we were kids.
Now, we only interact when we share meals.
In other words, her feelings toward me have completely cooled.
But mine haven’t—they’ve only grown stronger over time.
So, I looked her straight in the eyes and replied firmly:
“I accepted because it was you, Nagisa.”
“Wha—!”
As soon as I said that, Nagisa turned bright red and looked away.
“That’s exactly what’s wrong with you, Suzuya...”
She mumbled something under her breath, but I couldn’t catch it.
Still, I could tell—because we’ve known each other for so long.
She’s embarrassed.
Even though she acts cold, Nagisa is weak when pressed.
That’s one of the things I find so adorable about her.
While I was quietly gushing to myself, Nagisa, her face still a bit red, turned to me and, trying to mask her embarrassment, asked:
“So, what are you going to do now?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“I mean, what’s next?”
“Uh... what do you mean by ‘next’?”
Completely clueless, I asked, and she sighed.
“We’re officially a couple now, aren’t we?”
“...Oh, yeah, I guess so.”
“Geez... and you’re the one who confessed.”
Looking exasperated, she sighed again and asked:
“So, what are you going to do?”
“Well, how about we start flirting at school too?”
“Rejected. That’s not my style. And what do you mean by ‘too’? We don’t flirt at home either.”
“What are you talking about? You make me lunch every day, we play games together every weekend, and we sleep in the same room every night!”
“I make lunch because it’s my responsibility. We play games because there’s nothing else to do. And we’ve never slept in the same room!”
“Well, how about starting tonight?”
“Rejected.”
“Ah, so cold.”
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Ok that's interesting 1st chapter, at least there's clear relationship between them.
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