Ⅱ／A Girl Who Can Properly Say “I Love You” – Daily Life
Let me tell you about Sumie Izumi.
A second-year high school student in Tokyo. Due to certain circumstances, he’s also a struggling student living alone.
His most notable trait? He’s good-looking.
Well-proportioned eyes, nose, and facial structure. Not quite a “picture-perfect pretty boy,” but undeniably the image of a handsome young man. He pays attention to his appearance, and his refined upbringing shows in his mannerisms.
And yes—he comes from a wealthy family.
Born as the heir to the global trading conglomerate [SUMIE Group], fate somehow stripped him of that position, forcing him to live among the common folk.
If life were a gacha game, Izumi would undoubtedly be a successful reroll account.
Yet, his handsome face and privileged upbringing don’t always work in his favor—
“Hey, Izumi!”
“Help us out!”
“We’re going to karaoke with the girls from Seirin Academy again!”
“Lend us your face!”
As usual, the boys in his class were as lively as ever.
Led by Sato, the “Four Unlucky Stars” charged at him like a raging tide.
Just the other day, they had gone to karaoke with those same Seirin girls and returned in complete defeat. You’d think they’d learn—were they berserkers who felt no pain?
Izumi sighed at his desperate classmates.
“Again? How obsessed can you guys be with mixers?”
“Of course we are! What kind of guy doesn’t like hanging out with girls!?”
“Well, it depends on the person…”
But the boys wouldn’t back down. Izumi exhaled in exasperation—his well-structured face only made his exasperation look annoyingly cool.
“You never learn. If you drag me along, you guys are gonna regret it.”
“…Huh!?”
His confident tone made the boys freeze. They gulped, waiting for him to elaborate.
This exchange was practically a routine in their class.
Everyone knew what was coming next, but they played along anyway—like how people still respond to “It’s hot today, huh?” even though checking the weather on their phones would be more efficient.
Then—Izumi’s eyes gleamed.
“If I go to a mixer, not a single girl will even look at you guys—”
Just as he was about to deliver his signature line—
“Izumi-kun♡”
“GYAAAAAAAAAAAH!?”
Someone suddenly hugged him from behind with explosive energy, nearly giving him a heart attack.
When he whipped around in panic, a female classmate blinked at him in surprise at his scream.
“Izumi-kun? What’s got you so startled?”
“Anyone would freak out if you hugged them out of nowhere like that!”
This girl?
Of course, it was Nanase Nanao.
A transfer student who arrived last month—way too late for the start of the school year in April.
After bumping into Izumi in the school building after class, she fell for him at first sight—or at least, that’s how Izumi himself would describe her. (“Weird girl.”)
Still unused to the sudden warmth clinging to him, Izumi couldn’t help but mutter sarcastically.
“Seriously, you’re way too good at sneaking up on people. Are you a yokai or something?”
Nanao just giggled in response.
Her hands slid up to his jaw, gently stroking it. A shiver ran down Izumi’s spine.
“Nanao still looooves Izumi-kun today too~!”
“Stop whispering stuff like that so casually!!”
This was morning homeroom.
Most seats were filled, and everyone was already dreading the day’s classes. Yet, this sudden romantic spectacle was enough to jolt them all awake.
Amidst the chaos, Nanao remained unfazed and casually brought up what Sato and the others had been discussing earlier.
“Izumi-kun, you want to go to a mixer?”
“Not me. Don’t pin weird accusations on me.”
“Then should I set one up for you?”
“Huh!?”
The whole class erupted in murmurs.
Because—this was Nanao.
In just a month since transferring, her “I love Izumi-kun!” attitude had become common knowledge. No matter how much other guys tried to win her over, her heart was an impenetrable fortress—for Izumi only.
And yet, she was offering to arrange a mixer for him?
The class collectively gulped, unable to read her intentions.
Then, Nanao raised a finger and explained:
“It’ll be me, Amane-chan, the student council president, and a junior from the club—four of us! ♪”
“Those are all people you know!!”
At this point, it wasn’t even a mixer—just a regular karaoke outing.
Well, given the lineup, it might as well be hell. They say there are eight hells in Buddhism, but this would be the ninth. Except here, the sinner suffering wouldn’t be the guilty—it’d be Izumi.
Giggling, Nanao added one more crucial detail:
“Oh, and other boys aren’t allowed~!”
“So it’s just Izumi’s harem!?”
Sato was the one who couldn’t help but interject.
“Dude, first you’ve got Nanase-san, and now the student council prez AND a first-year!?”
“Stop making baseless accusations…”
But was it really baseless?
Even the usually strict classmates were nodding along with Sato. At this rate, Izumi had already lost. Tough luck.
Meanwhile, in another corner of this heartwarming morning scene—
A certain girl clenched her fists, psyching herself up as she watched Izumi and Nanao from afar.
Amane Amasaki.
The main heroine of this class’s romance drama—a tsundere gal with a crush on Izumi. Recently, she got jealous of Nanao and caused a whole mess, but now they’ve settled into a (?) rivalry of sorts.
With renewed determination, Amane tightened her grip.
(I won’t lose to Nanao-chan!)
She pulled something from her bag and slowly approached Izumi’s seat.
Then, flashing an idol-worthy smile, she smacked him on the back with full force.
“Izumi-chi, mornin’!”
“OW!? What the— Wait, you’ve been here the whole time! What’s up?”
“N-Nothing much~? You just looked like you were having fun, so I thought, ‘Maybe I’ll join in too~?’”
Her eyes briefly met Nanao’s.
A subtle, challenging smirk. Amane almost faltered but quickly cleared her throat and placed something on Izumi’s desk.
A lunchbox.
Then, with an air of feigned nonchalance, she coughed.
“H-Here. I, uh… made too much lunch today. You’re hungry, right?”
“Huh?”
The time? 8:00 AM.
Right before homeroom. This “early lunch” invitation was way too sudden, leaving Izumi utterly confused.
“Uh… I don’t really need it right now…”
“…!?”
A perfectly reasonable response—
Because he’d already eaten breakfast this morning.
—Yet, for some reason, the entire class erupted in boos.
“Izumi, you bastard!”
“Just eat it! She went through the effort!”
Even the girls were chiming in with “Izumi, you suck!”
Completely ostracized, Izumi groaned in frustration.
“What’s wrong with you guys!? This is way too harsh!”
This was just how things were.
Amane’s feelings for Izumi were already common knowledge in their grade. Most had been watching from the sidelines, thinking “This is frustrating” or “Let’s not meddle too much.”
But then—Nanao dropped like a bomb, throwing everything into chaos.
Now, for some reason, Amane had started fighting back, and the class was all for it—cheering her on!
Still, the awkwardness was too much for Izumi. Desperate for help, he turned to the other beauty clinging to him.
“Nanao, back me up here… Huh?”
But Nanao—
Instead, she gave him a stern, disapproving look.
“Izumi-kun, embarrassing a girl like that isn’t nice, you know?”
“But I literally just ate breakfast!?”
At this point, he had no choice but to eat.
Lately, between Nanao’s and Amane’s double lunchboxes (plus Hakua’s), Izumi was starting to worry about his weight. Trying to find a way out, he landed on a simple solution—
He quietly tucked the lunchbox into his bag.
“I’ll save this for lunch. Thanks.”
A classic move.
Amane’s feelings? Safe.
Izumi’s stomach? Safe.
A perfect, conflict-free resolution.
But Amane—
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