C28 – Both thoughts ◇ Hiria

I confessed.

It’s come to fruition.

Is he my boyfriend? He’s my boyfriend, right? If he’s my boyfriend, I’d like to make more communication and promises. My dreams are expanding.

I called my friend from junior high school as soon as I could.

I reported my progress to Ryun-Ryun.

“Wow!　Congratulations, Sachyun!”

“Thank you, thank you!”

I whirled around the room, waving one hand in the air to thank her, even though she couldn’t see me.

“It’s the monster hunter person, right?”

“Yes, yes!”

“I see. What was he like after all?　What did he look like?”

“Eh?”

“Mm…?”

When I said I hadn’t met him face to face, she screamed at me over the phone.

“Sachyun!　That’s not happening! No, Nope and NO!”

“Yes and Yes! And it is happening!”

“It’s already strange that you confessed to each other before seeing each other, but why didn’t you talk about seeing each other after you confessed to each other?　It’s just weird.”

“That’s…because meeting is scary.”

At least that’s my case.

I was so used to my current situation that it never occurred to me.

” You suck!　Both Sachyun and that person have too low a communicative ability!　If you keep going like this, you’ll get married without seeing each other, and you’ll have a masked marriage.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea!”

I felt a chill of dismay even over the phone.

“Hey, are you okay?　Is that person really a student of your school in the first place?”

“If he’s not a student, then what is he?”

“I don’t know… Maybe an uncle.”

“That’s scary.”

“Is he really a living person?”

“Eh, what?　You mean like a spirit?”

“Ghost… of some unknown uncle.”

“Scary.”

“I mean, is he even human?”

“I mean, if he’s not human, then what is he?”

“Something like …a kangaroo.”

“Cute.”

At any rate, we agreed that the living unknown uncle theory was the scariest.

However, unfortunately, it was also true that currently, the unknown uncle was the closest thing to actual possibility.

I may have made an unknown uncle my boyfriend? I felt a little weird thinking about it.

“Just meet already!　Don’t worry! Sachyun is cute!　I’m sure he’ll be very happy!”

“I wonder… I have the face that makes everyone use polite language.”

If I show my face and even Nekura-kun starts using honorifics, I’ll never be able to recover.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. But… the other side might be someone with a face like pork cutlet rice.”

“I like rice with pork cutlets, so it’s not a problem. I like it better than a face like minestrone.”

“Ehh, but I’m definitely a minestrone person.”

“But..I don’t like people with faces like Gorgonzola…”

“Maybe he has Gorgonzola face!”

“What should I do…?”

What if it’s an unknown uncle who looks like Gorgonzola?

“Oh, by the way, you said there was a good-looking guy at your school, right?　What does he look like?”

“Sakura-kun huh… let’s see… that person is…”

It’s not rice with pork cutlets by any means. It’s not minestrone or gorgonzola.

I thought of many things, but they didn’t seem to fit. It’s not Western style. However, I think it has a bit of an exotic feel to it… It’s not Chinese, it’s not Asian. I’m not sure why, but the mackerel miso set meal I had at his house intruded into my head and confused me.

He’s cool, he’s fastidious, but somehow he’s sexy. That face is…

“Warabi-mochi?”

“Eh? But Sachyun likes warabi-mochi… I mean, he has a surprisingly common face.”

“No, but it’s somewhat different… There’s food that fits…”

I had a minute to think about how to describe Sakura-Kun’s face.

I stopped thinking when I was groaning and Ryun-Ryun said, “Forget it, Warabimochi is fine.”

“Putting aside the warabi-mochi handsome guy, you have to make a proper face-to-face meeting with the unknown uncle and identify yourself to him, okay?”

“Stop saying uncle!”

But sure, maybe it’s time to meet face to face. If I don’t, he might become the unknown uncle in my brain.

After hanging up the phone, I texted Nekura-kun.

[“Nekura-kun, I like you.”]

Fifteen minutes after I sent it, I received an impatient email back, declaring that he was a woman. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s shy or because he just replied on the spur of the moment without looking at it carefully. (TN: he replied back saying ‘ore mo sukedesu’ which means ‘I am also women’ or something like that, instead of ‘ore mo sukidesu’ which means ‘I too like you ‘.)

If it’s Nekura-kun, even an unknown uncle might be fine… If so, I might even love him with a gorgonzola face.

Even though I had been told so much by Ryun-Ryun, I put the important issue in the postponement folder again in my mind.

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“Ria.-chan.”

After a rough knock, my sister came in.

She calls me “Ria-chan”.

She always has beautiful nails and hair and wears stylish clothes even on her days off. Her short bob hair is mysteriously asymmetrical and awkward, but somehow she looks sexy and stylish.

“Ugh, it’s still a terrible room. You’re not going to put that kotatsu away for the next winter, are you?”

I have a kotatsu in my room. It’s been a few months since I’ve put it aside. In the name of privacy, I was allowed to put it in my room as I wished, and even cleaning is inviolable in a private room.

“…where the hell did you buy this raccoon figurine?”

“What are you doing here?”

I took the raccoon figurine from my sister’s hand and hugged it. I am not good with my big sister.

“Ah, that’s right. Ria-chan, take the clothes.”

She told me to get up and move to her room.

My sister’s room is covered with very stylish foreign brand furniture and interior design.

However, the room itself is not stylish at all. It doesn’t have to be.

The problem is the amount of stuff. There is a lot of stuff in my sister’s room. Clothes. Interior goods. Beauty machines. Bags. Shoes. Stylish furniture. Clothes. Clothes, clothes, and clothes. This person is a demon of avarice.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a foreign brand or the latest beauty equipment, it’s all the same. If you look at it as a single item, it may be stylish, but if it’s scattered around like a recycle store, it looks like a storage room. This is even more so when some of the items are not even out of the box.

There is an appropriate degree to everything, and if you exceed that limit, you lose your attributes. This room made me understand that very well.

“By the way, Sis, I saw a magazine you were in the other day.”

I flipped through the magazine because I saw her on the cover, and there was a brief interview.

[I only keep things in my room that I really need. It’s also important for me to take the time to find out what I like.]

Or something like that.

There was also a photo of a stylishly dressed sister posing self-consciously, looking like she had never thrown up in her life.

This room is the epitome of waste.

The genre of things in this room is completely different from my room, but it’s so bad that it makes you forget that.

My sister, who was sorting out clothes for me to wear from a pile of rags, glanced at me.

“Ria-chan, I’m selling my image.”

She threw a piece of cloth at me. It came straight to my hand, but my reflexes couldn’t catch up and it fell. The amount of money on the price tag that she left on it was frightening.

“It’s not like I’m really an actress, and there are many more beautiful people.”

As she spoke, she sorted through the clothes one by one.

“It doesn’t matter if one is really beautiful or not. The same goes for acting. Most people can’t tell the difference between good and bad anyway. All you need is that image. It’s the image that matters.”

I flinched when I saw my sister puffing out her nostrils and stopped myself from saying anything

TN: All the comparison items in this chapter like minestrone, Warabi-mochi and Gorgonzola are food items. FYI

We are soo close… next chapter is a turning point…