I’m Having Trouble With a High School Girl I Meet on the Commuter Train Who for Some Reason Has Take

The next morning.

 

As I was riding the usual train, the same high school girl approached me as if it were a normal circumstance.

 

She said, “Good morning. Onii-San”

 

“Hey, Yuika Yuibana.”

 

“Nice of you to wait for me.”

 

“I’m not waiting for you, and I’m older than you. Don’t treat me like a child.”

 

Then Yuika put her hands on her chest and raised her baby chin as if she was proud.

 

“I am. I’m a spoiling Onee-San.”

 

“Cover your mouth, high school girl.”

 

“Security buzzer1, set up.”

 

“It was a joke. Forget it.”

 

After saying her greeting, Yuika moved next to me and rubbed my arm twice.

 

She seemed to like it a lot.

 

“By the way, how was it? Have you made any progress with your junior?”

 

“No, of course not. We just had dinner and talked.”

 

“I see. That’s why you’ve been waiting for me to comfort you. Cheer up.”

 

“It’s such a huge leap of faith, I can’t even be mad at you.”

 

I didn’t understand women were always so eager to make romantic connections.

 

But there were some things that bothered me.

 

I was wondering why Otomizu was acting so suspiciously yesterday.

 

I thought my speech was perfect.

 

I wondered if there was something I had overlooked.

 

But there were many things I couldn’t understand about the way women thought.

 

I glanced at the high school girl next to me and thought that Yuika might understand.

 

Now, how should I break the ice2?

 

“Well, …. that’s it. …”

 

“Consulting?”

 

“No. Small talk.”

 

“Let’s hear it.”

 

Yuika replied in her usual tone, but with an arrogant look on her face.

 

It was a little annoying, but okay.

 

I was getting used to this kind of attitude from Yuika.

 

“What should I do when a woman is acting differently?”

 

“…What? …What did you do?”

 

As if in disgust, Yuika’s voice dropped and she became jittery.

 

Feeling like I was being accused, I continued my conversation.

 

“We were having dinner.”

 

“And?”

 

“She seemed depressed, so I tried to cheer her up. …”

 

“Oh, yeah.”

 

“She started screaming.”

 

“Wow, chaos.”

 

“Right?”

 

I told it like it was, but even Yuika didn’t seem to understand Otozui’s behavior.

 

Otozui always had a tendency to suddenly go silent. Maybe that was her nature.

 

As a senior, I’ll have to back her up.

 

“But you had dinner with her and listened to her, didn’t you? Isn’t that a step forward, Onii-San?”

 

“…I see. …That’s right. So, I’ve become the ideal senior.”

 

“I didn’t say that much.”

 

Indeed, thinking back, the sense of dislike for Otozui that I had a week ago had faded.

 

Was it because we had dinner together?

 

No, … If anything, I think it had more to do with the effect of getting used to Yuika’s cocky talk.

 

At any rate, I should thank the high school girl next to me.

 

“Thanks to Yuika’s advice.”

 

“Thank you?”

 

“I’m grateful for that.”

 

 

Yuika bumped her head against my shoulder.

 

It didn’t hurt, but it was probably a sign that she wanted me to be honest.

 

As she moved, a soft scent softly tickled my nostrils.

 

Was it a shower gel or a perfume?

 

It was a scent that I, as a man, could only describe as strange.

 

At the same time, a strong feeling of wanting to take care of her arose, and I felt confused.

 

… What am I thinking?

 

Of course, I would never have romantic feelings for a high school girl.

 

But even so, what man wouldn’t feel something for a girl who was so affectionate with him?

 

Then what was the feeling I just felt?

 

“Hey.”

 

Yuika suddenly brought up a different topic.

 

‘If I were to become Onii-San’s junior, would you be as desperate?”

 

Hmmm?　What are you talking about all of a sudden?

 

I don’t understand, does it mean you want to join our company? (T/N: GOOD F*CKING LORD OOOOF)

 

I was pretty sure I never told Yuika what company I work for in the first place. …

 

If that’s the case, then you’re going to take this question into your usual love field talk.

 

This was where I needed to give a moderate answer or it would turn into a troublesome situation.

 

“Whether I am desperate or not. When I get to be your trainer, I’ll make sure everyone gets the support they need.”

 

Fu~, that’s me. It’s the ideal model answer.

 

But Yuika was not finished with her questions.

 

“Will you be kind to me?”

 

“To a certain extent.”

 

Okay, that’s a perfect response.

 

No problem.

 

“Will you take care of me?”

 

“Well, yeah. Of course I will.”

 

After all, my talk was unfailingly perfect.

 

No problems again.

 

“Will you spoil me?”

 

“Why?”

 

Why would I spoil her when she joined the company to do her job?

 

As expected, I didn’t know how to answer this question.

 

No, I didn’t . This was a strange question to begin with.

 

Then, Yuika made a deliberate attempt to be funny.

 

“You are fine with your junior, but not with me.”

 

“But first, I’ve never spoiled a junior.”

 

“Duh.”

 

“….You know what? If you’re going to use mimetic words in your voice, you should put a little more emotion into it.”

 

Then Yuika didn’t talk to me at all.

 

She teased me in a way that made no sense …

 

I don’t know what to do, because I am not a very good communicator.

 

Aah! Already! I can’t help it!

 

“All right, all right. If you become my junior, I’ll pamper you to the fullest.”

 

“Good.”

 

Yuika was satisfied and convinced.

 

It was a stable attitude of a superior.

 

Then, Yuika bumped her head against my shoulder.

 

It seems that this time the was joy.

 

What the hell.

 

If you’re happy, just admit it.

Footnotes

A security buzzer is a crime prevention product that notifies people in the vicinity by a loud buzzing sound when it detects danger, or uses the psychology of criminals to disperse them.do or say something to relieve tension or get conversation going in a strained situation or when strangers meet.