Why does the Ruined King still fall in love?

I wouldn't be surprised if she retires as a waitress by the end of the night.

"Hey, I think you scared her to death."

"Sorry. I've gotten used to being around mindless people lately."

she said with a sigh.

Hello!Are you calling me stupid? I want you to know that I'm a world-class intellectual champion. …

God, why can't the words come out of my mouth?

"Either way, you should turn it down a bit."

"While my actions here have little economic impact, I believe you are right this time. Reputation is a valuable asset after all."

Yukinoshita nodded and said.

That's far from the point I'm trying to make, which is to hope she doesn't scare minimum wage waitresses who live off tips and the kindness of lonely customers.

Followed by a soft voice, "I'm sorry."

I almost didn't hear it as the plate clattered down on the table.

It appears that our meal has arrived.

"Eat."

I said, reaching for the spoon and fork.

While talking, Yukinoshita took out a fork from the napkin roll.

The smile on her lips told me she was teasing me.

Really? Could that Yukinoshita Yukino even joke?

After eating, Yukinoshita paid politely and we went outside for the evening.

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The air is cold and the world is quiet.I decided to continue working with Yukinoshita, even if I don't know why.

"I feel very happy, Hikigu-kun."

Yukinoshita said next to me.

Yes, that's right.

"Nothing annoys me more than lying."

"I never lie."

"The world is such a disgusting place, full of hypocrites, liars and stupid idiots. That's why I'm going to be the one to burn it to ashes."

I said with a smile, especially Secondary School, especially Two-dimensional.

Especially to myself that I find it funny.

The house of cards these crooks have carefully built will come crashing down in one of my matches.

"I always knew you were a potential criminal."

Snow sighed.

"Well, that's for noble intentions..."

"You know what they say about kindness."

Yukinoshita replied calmly.

"Huh. It doesn't change the fact that the world has cancer. Like ticks on dogs. Have you ever seen a dog covered in giant ticks and you just wish you had a flamethrower that could be cleaned Ticks, but not hurting the dog? That's what I want."

Yukinoshita stopped beside me.

"I used to think the same way."

she said softly.

"Um?"

Is Yukinoshita what I think it is? That's...rare.

Yukinoshita looked at the lamp post.

Moths fluttered in the light.

"If you want to be a petty arsonist who does nothing but burn the world to ashes...then I want to be the sun."

"sun?"

Yukinoshita looked at me with a face I had never seen before.She nodded.

"Snow."

She said.

"Snow?"

"My name means Snow..."

Yuki means snow...

As a neon person, I naturally know it well.

"However, humans don't feel hot or cold -- except to extremes."

"Really?"

Human physiology is not my specialty.

"My name may mean something else, but I wish to be the sun. So what's the difference between extreme cold and extreme heat?"

Heck, I don't know much about the details of thermodynamics.

"What's so great about being a flaming fireball?"

Well, it sounds silly to me, but it sure sounds a little scary saying it out loud.

I won't tell Yukinoshita that I thought of such a thing.

The girl next to me rubbed the bridge of her nose as if adjusting some nonexistent teacher's glasses.

Should I call her "teacher" now?

"The sun burns, but its light sends energy called photons to the earth. These photons drive photosynthesis, which in turn makes plants produce sugar and grow. The same plants are eaten by animals and ourselves... Ensuring the prosperity and continuation of life."

"You're just an enabler."

I countered.

"I'd rather be a light in the darkness and set an example for others."

"You're just holding a torch, and eventually, you're going to fall."

I thought of the Statue of Liberty in America.

Yukinoshita wants to be a symbol, an icon.

She shook her head.

"I want to be a flame that inspires others and helps them grow, and you're just content to be a spark."

It was like an instant coup de grace that shook my head and left me with nothing but awe of her.

Maybe more than awe.

We stopped in front of her apartment.

Neither of us spoke.

Neither of us moved.

This is different from then.

During the trip to Kyoto, Mr. Shizuka Hiratsuka was on the way back from the ramen shop, and Yukinoshita shuddered at the thought of being so close to me.

She would keep my distance, like Achilles and the tortoise.

Maybe I caught up with her?.

Yukinoshita sneezed.

This is really bad.

She forgot her jacket, and nothing she was wearing was enough to keep her warm.I want to give her the jacket, but...

before that......

"Well, Yukinoshita...?"

"What, Mr. Biqigu?"

"We feel like we can..."

She interrupted me.

"You know the answer."

Well, got carded again, so I didn't do that.

I looked up at the apartment complex.

Compared with before, not much has changed.

Maybe they got a new gardener or something because the bushes look different, but other than that it's the same spotless tower.

"I never had the chance to be here."

I admit.

"Maybe I can show you around...?"

Yukinoshita suggested, her breath clearly visible in the absolute cold.

"what......"

My throat choked.

To this I cannot give an answer.

Entering the lobby, she didn't even turn to face me.

I don't think she even said goodnight to my face.

I didn't expect her to come either, but she seemed to think it was fitting.

Instead, she just said a few words before the door closed, her tone so soft I almost thought I didn't hear: "I guess it wouldn't be so bad if we both ended up alone."

I stood there watching the sunset as the glass door closed behind her.

That's when I realized I didn't know anything about the existence known as Yukinoshita Yukino.

Chapter 110: Short Story Yukinoshita Yukino's Love Letter

Even in class, there is never a lack of discussion about the upcoming Valentine's Day.

As much as I hate to admit it, for me, every Valentine's Day ends the same way.

——I couldn’t even receive Giri’s chocolates.

At the very least, my sister would buy me some Kit-Kats from the store as a minimum of courtesy.

Kit-Kats, a famous snack brand in Japan.

Even though she bought a big bag, all I got was one tiny package, and the rest would be hers.

...but at least it proves that I'm still on my sweet little sister's head.

However, the hot topic of discussion in the classroom right now is the homework assigned by Mr. Shizuka Hiratsuka last week.

Originally, that homework should have been completed last week.

That's right - a love letter - the one I'd been writing in the cafe until Haruno interrupted me.

Naturally, those people are more inclined to discuss people who are not yet in love, people who believe they are about to experience one for the first time.

As I've discovered, the least likely to talk about the romance of love - are those who are married because they've reached the grave, the end of life, and have lost their say in the matter .