For Some Reason The Girl Who's Too Popular Only Drinks with Me - Volume 1 Chapter 2.7

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I was awakened by the alarm on my smartphone.

I moved sluggishly, somehow stretching out to stop the alarm before returning to my futon. When I first started living alone, I thought, “If I place my smartphone far enough from my futon so that I can’t reach it, I’d have to get up to turn off the alarm, and that way, I’d be able to wake up.” But that wasn’t the case. I simply stopped the alarm and returned to my futon.

Regardless of my weak will, I checked the time while turning off the alarm, and it was just past six in the morning. I have lectures from the first period today. It seems that yesterday’s me had set the alarm for this time anticipating that.

“…Tiring.”

Feeling the lethargy and fatigue clinging to my body, my motivation to go to university today was practically zero, thanks to yesterday’s incident.

Checking today’s lectures, my credits, and my attendance record in my head. Yeah, it’s fine to skip today.

Placing my smartphone by my pillow, I decided to indulge in laziness once more.

“Oh right, I need to take yesterday’s clothes to the dry cleaners.”

Remembering the vomit-covered clothes I had thrown at the entrance, I sighed.

Hamasaki Mai hadn’t vomited in the bathroom. She couldn’t vomit as she wanted and came back. And at the worst possible timing, right in front of me, her nausea peaked, and she reversed.

The real trouble started from there. After getting rid of what she needed to and feeling refreshed, I saw off Hamasaki Mai to the ticket gate, then used a towel kindly provided by a station staff to clean up the vomit and cover my wet clothes before boarding the train. I endured the stares from other passengers all the way.

Enduring that hellish time somehow until I reached my nearest station, I chose a path home where I was least likely to encounter people. Each gust of wind brought the lingering stench to my nose, making me grimace as I walked.

The vomit-covered clothes need to be taken to the cleaners soon, but I can’t muster the energy right now. Sleepiness is winning.

Still, I think. If I hadn’t taken care of Hamasaki Mai yesterday, those guys would’ve ended up covered in vomit instead of me. Thinking about it makes me wonder if there really was no point in me helping her.

“Well, whatever. Doesn’t matter.”

In the end, I was the one who got vomited on by Hamasaki Mai. There’s no point in dwelling on what-ifs.

The real question is how Hamasaki Mai feels about having vomited on me.

Given her personality, she’ll probably take some action towards me. She might even apologize. I check my phone just in case, but there’s no message from Hamasaki Mai yet.

“…This is a hassle.”

I grumble while staring at the darkened smartphone screen. Honestly, I don’t feel much about being vomited on. Sure, at the moment it happened, I thought, “What’s with this girl?” But it happened during a drinking session, so getting mad doesn’t solve anything.

Well, I can’t be entirely sure what Hamasaki Mai herself is thinking, so all I can do is wait and see.

Pulling the thin blanket up to my shoulders, I close my eyes. The wave of sleepiness gradually engulfs my consciousness, and eventually, I stop thinking about anything.

Hunger woke me up.

I sluggishly sat up and grabbed my smartphone from beside the pillow. Checking the time, it was nearly four in the afternoon.

“Guess I slept quite a bit.”

Still bleary-eyed, I somehow managed to crawl out of bed. My stomach was growling, and I was parched. Needing something to eat or drink, I opened the fridge by the wall.

“…Nothing here.”

A bottle of sports drink and two eggs. That’s it. Times like this make me wish I’d gotten into the habit of cooking. If I cooked, maybe there’d be something left to nibble on, or at least I could whip up something with what’s available. Though, what to make with just two eggs is another question.

No choice but to buy something. For now, I down the sports drink to quench my thirst.

I throw on a hoodie carelessly left out, shoving my wallet into the pocket. Going to the nearby supermarket should be enough in this getup.

Putting on socks is too much trouble… As I’m thinking this, the intercom rings unexpectedly in my small room.

The only connections I have as a loner with no friends are my family. But if it were a family member, they would’ve contacted me in advance, and I haven’t used online shopping recently.

So it’s probably religious or insurance solicitors. They’ve come by a few times before.

Would they back off if I showed them my vomit-stained clothes? Trying not to make much noise, I stand up and tiptoe to the entrance. Peering through the door’s peephole, I see who’s standing there.

It’s Hamasaki Mai.

“!? !! ??? !? !?”

Making an inaudible noise, I accidentally stumble backward.

The noise of my stumbling surely gave away my presence.

But why is Hamasaki Mai in front of my room? No one should know where I live.

What to do… Well, since she already knows I’m here, I can’t pretend to be out. There’s no choice but to face her.

Deciding to at least not reveal my just-woke-up appearance, I slightly open the door to check outside.

Sure enough, Hamasaki Mai was there.

“…Hello.”

“Hello.”

Hamasaki Mai awkwardly bows her head slightly, her expression filled with embarrassment as she looks at me.

“Um… Kirishima-kun, are you feeling okay?”

Hamasaki Mai, with furrowed brows, peers into my face. It seems she believes my absence from school today is due to illness, possibly caused by her embarrassing actions last night.

Truly, she’s a considerate, kind person. Absolutely the opposite of me.

Facing Hamasaki Mai, who’s looking at me with concern, I scratch my head.

“Let’s… change the location, shall we?”