Ranobe Mo Ore Mo Sukina Gyaru - Volume 1 Chapter 8.4

Gal and Friends 4

“Ah—!? Tsumakawa-san!?”

Naturally, my face was buried in the ample cleavage of Tsumakawa-san.

The sensation of her soft breasts transmitted through my entire face, and in an instant, an electric current seemed to surge through my brain.

W-what’s happening? Why am I being tightly embraced by a gyaru right now?

Her uniform smells like lavender. While feeling the softness of her breasts with my entire face, there was a somewhat firm part too, probably the bra…

When I thought about it that way, I started feeling seriously aroused. Someone, please kill me…

While I was panicking, Tsumakawa-san inexplicably let out a soft ‘hehe’ and then leaned closer to my ear, whispering…

“Hey. Yoda, you’re really a big idiot, aren’t you?”

With a bewitching voice, those words were spoken, and my heart raced really fast.

…T-T-Tsumakawa-san, isn’t it quite audacious of you to suddenly bury someone else’s face in your cleavage like this?

While I protested inwardly, unable to voice my disagreement, she continued speaking cheerfully while still holding me close.

“Why do you need to accept yourself to become my friend? It’s all about your intentions, okay? If you like me, you can become friends. If you don’t like me, you don’t have to. Does it really matter whether you have ‘value’ or not?”

” ….. “

“Besides, I’ve found your value. You don’t have to look for it anymore.”

” ….. “

At Tsumakawa’s kind words, my eyes started to well up with tears for a moment.

…Of course, I’m not crying.

I’m definitely not crying, but…I felt ashamed of myself for feeling a little saved just because Tsumakawa said that to me.

Afterward, Tsumakawa gently released my head from her embrace. So, I quickly moved my blushing face away from her chest.

Seriously, what was that just now?

How much is the service fee for burying your face in a gal’s cleavage?

As I was thinking that, Tsumakawa-san’s face also turned red, and with an embarrassed expression, she giggled cutely.

Um, why is the one who hugged me acting all embarrassed like this?

Isn’t it strange?

You were the one who initiated the action, right?

While I was thinking that way, she continued with the conversation.

“But even if I recognize your value, Yoda, you can’t recognize yourself, can you? Like you said, it’s not about wanting someone else to recognize you. You can’t feel like you can be my friend unless you recognize yourself.”

“… Minacho-san, you’re really understanding…”

“Understanding, but I can’t empathize! Seriously! I don’t get it at all. I don’t care if we’re actually mismatched! I mean, we’re not even mismatched! I think so, but you don’t… Yoda, you’re being stubborn about not becoming friends with me according to your own values, right?”

“W-Well, being stubborn is a bit…”

“You’re being stubborn! Seriously, you’re so hopeless, Yoda… but… It can’t be helped, it’s fine for now.”

While saying that, Tsumakawa-san moved my right hand onto the table without asking, and she placed her hand on top of mine.

Even though I found this gal’s level of physical contact today to be a bit intense and I showed a bewildered expression, she pretended not to notice and intertwined her left hand with my right one, initiating the entwining of our fingers as if we were lovers.

And with an amused smile, Tsumakawa continued.

“Honestly, I don’t really understand what you’re talking about.”

“I-I see, you don’t really understand…”

“But——I know it’s not because you dislike me. So, can we continue like this, not becoming friends but still being together?”

” ….. “

“Even if there is a part of you that can’t accept being with me, please continue to be with me from now on.”

…I wonder for a moment if it’s okay to do that.

Yesterday, when I saw Horito beside Tsumakawa, I thought I couldn’t be like that… So, I concluded that I couldn’t become friends with Tsumakawa-san anymore—yet staying together without becoming friends, is that really the right thing to do?

After all, from an outsider’s perspective, we’re just——

While contemplating, I gently loosened the hand that she was holding.

Then, I adjusted my position and turned to face Tsumakawa-san. In response to her, ‘Even if there is a part of you that can’t accept being with me, please continue to be with me from now on.’ I replied,

“Actively being with Tsumakawa-san from my side might still be beyond me… but from now on. I won’t use the excuse that real-life girls suck to reject being with you anymore…”

“You’re giving such an unsatisfying answer, you idiot.”

In response to my conclusion, Tsumakawa interjected with a playful tone, then burst into a lively laugh.

Wait… What I just said was quite personal and serious for me, so why am I being laughed at…?

Anyway, I conveyed to her my conclusion that due to my inferiority complex——I couldn’t be friends with a gal, and in response, she said it was fine to be together anyway.

As a result of the discussion, despite all the back and forth, our relationship remained unchanged.

…On another note, why does Tsumakawa continue to have a relationship with such an awkward otaku like me?

Is her tolerance level as a gal off the charts? Her tolerance is at the mom level.

Maybe from now on, I should call Tsumakawa ‘Saitama Mother (Saitama no haha)’ .

…Well, when I return home, the ‘Saitama Mother’ is there too!

But that’s my real mother. Let’s not refer to your actual mom as if she’s a fortune teller or something.

(TN: I don’t get this joke. Saitama probably refers to Saitama Prefecture, but the terms ‘Saitama Mother’ and ‘fortune teller’ in this context confuse me.)