What If I Told Tomori-san, The Girl Who's Cold Only Towards Me, That I Knew Her Secret Account? - V1 Chapter 2.2

The Honor Student and the Troublemaker―Rain and Canned Coffee 2

(TN: This is before he knows tomochan is Tomori.)

The time was midnight.

After watching the latest episode of “Kimi Hana” and sharing our thoughts, our watch party for tonight came to an end…

“…I can’t accept it.”

Looking at my Twitter timeline, I found that many people had similar opinions to those of Kouhai-chan.

In other words, everyone is focusing more on the animation rather than the story.

Well, it’s not a big deal since “Kimi Hana” is a show with plenty of fan service.

(I recommended it to her, too…)

I recall an incident that happened just two days ago.

[Hey, is anime really that interesting?]

Tomori asked me that while I was watching anime during break time in the classroom.

[Of course. My top recommendation this season is ‘Kimi Hana.’]

[Hmm, well, I definitely won’t watch it.]

[Huh? Then why did you ask?]

[I just wanted to know what kind of things someone watches to grow up to be an introverted guy like Kagisaka-kun.]

[I also want to know. Did I kill your parents or your siblings?]

Well, you wouldn’t understand this kind of enjoyment, I continued and said to her.

I might have provoked her a bit.

“I seem to have provided material for another poisonous remark…”

――I watched your favorite cartoon.

――But you know what?

――Three-dimensional girls’ chests don’t bounce that much, you know?

I felt like I would be scoffed at with such a comment.

“Oh!”

While I was thinking about it, I searched for reviews of “Kimi Hana” and found some opinions I could relate to.

[The character relationships were good! #KimiHana]

[I love how the heroines are like partners! #KimiHana]

[It’s my first time watching, but it’s really interesting! #KimiHana]

Alright, I can’t help but give a big smile.

What, there is a viewer who appreciate the story after all.

Thinking that way made me feel happy. 

[However, I don’t think real-life girls’ chests bounce like that. #KimiHana]

“….you sound like a certain class representative.”

No, was that line something Azusa Tomori, in my mind, said?

(Or rather, did this person start watching from the latest episode?)

The account name was ‘tomochan.’

No followers, no followings.

The tweet just before “Kimi Hana” started was:

[I might try watching the anime recommended by K-kun.]

“What, a friend recommended it to you?”

I nodded in agreement, thinking that I might get along with this K-kun guy.

And then, a new tweet appeared.

[I want to talk and share my thoughts with K-kun.]

[But he might think I’m crazy if I suddenly start talking about anime.]

[I’m sure K-kun doesn’t like me.]

“Hmm? “

[In front of him, I can’t be honest and end up being rude.]

[He might think I don’t like him, but…he’s an idiot. I’m just acting that way because others would be jealous otherwise.]

[If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t talk to you so much!]

“…This person is really experiencing youth to the fullest.”

I couldn’t help but talk to myself as I read the tweets that seemed to be venting her worries.

Seriously, she likes this ‘K-kun.’ too much.

I’m a little jealous.

“All right. Hang in there, tomochan.”

If you speak honestly, I’m sure K-kun will also turn around and pay attention to you.

I couldn’t help but cheer her on because she liked “Kimi Hana”.

Well, it’s just a love story of a stranger on SNS.

I’m sure I’ll forget all about it tomorrow.

***

“Kagisaka-kun, I watched the anime you recommended the other day as a way to kill time.”

But…

The next day, I had a conversation I’ll never forget.

“There’s no fault in the anime, so I’ll just say it… The relationships between the characters are pretty good.”

“Yes?”

“The heroines felt like partners to each other.”

” ……… “

“It was my first time watching, but it was alright, I guess…”

” ……… “

“I just don’t think three-dimensional girls’ breasts bounce that much…Why are you so surprised?”

In the library after school.

The sound of rain from a sudden evening shower could be heard from outside the window.

Unfortunately, I didn’t bring an umbrella, so I decided to study until the rain clouds passed and opened my textbook.

That’s when Tomori approached me.

“I’m surprised. I didn’t know that the top student in the school watches anime.”

And the way you just spoke sounds strangely familiar… I had a really bad feeling, but I asked.

“Did you come here just to tell me your thoughts?”

“Did you hit your head? How do you end up with such a self-conscious way of thinking?”

“Then why did you come here?”

“I just had some free time and wanted to read. And then…”

“Because I was here?”

“No, not really. Because there is a top student with great grades, but he’s an introverted creature who doesn’t do any class-representative work and only has a few friends. It’s kind of pitiful.”

That’s me.

Huh…Today, I’m going to retaliate against the class representative, who’s in full cussing mode again.

“Shall I guess the scientific name of that creature? It must be Kimitaka Kagisaka, right?”

“Wow, right on the mark.”

“No, you’re wrong.”

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

“Your attitude, Tomori. Your current abuse towards your classmates is definitely wrong. You should be everyone’s friend.”

“Hey, why don’t you just go die? I’ll play anime songs instead of chanting sutras at your funeral.”

“Why don’t you go to the heavens? I’ll dedicate a Kimi Hana acrylic stand to your grave.”

I countered Tomori’s verbal attack with sarcasm.

The usual banter takes place in the ring known as the library.

(TN: Here, the “ring” is a metaphorical word that refers to a place where something like a fight occurs.)

“So, here’s the thing.”

As she swayed her chestnut-colored bob cut, Tomori nervously took a seat in front of me.

“What did you think, Kagisaka-kun?”

“What do you mean?”

“About Kimi Hana. You recommended it, so isn’t it the bare minimum of courtesy to at least share your thoughts?”

” …Okay. “

“Uh… really? “

“Just wait a moment. I want to get a drink.”

“Oh, you’re not allowed to eat or drink in the library. Go drink it outside, Troublemaker-kun.”

“Yes, yes, I understand, Honor Student-san.”

Wearing a mask of composure, I headed toward the vending machine in the hallway.

（No way, right?)

I thought I was overthinking, but I checked the account I found on my smartphone from yesterday.

The latest tweet is

[Hooooraaaay! I got to talk with K-kun!]

[And in the library after school! Omg! It’s so youthful!]

[What is this? I’m so happy I could go crazy! Serotonin is overflowing in my head!]

Calm down.

She’s too different from Tomori. It’s not necessarily Tomori herself—

[Also, K-kun’s pen looks cool~]

” ! “

A photo was uploaded to tomochan’s account.

It’s a single pen placed on a desk.

I couldn’t help but recognize its black and simple design.

“Seriously? “

As I stared at the picture of my own pen, [Everyone’s friend] tweeted again.

[But if you’re going to study, you could have invited me…]