What If You Spoil a High School Girl Who Looks Like a Landmine? - Volume 1 Chapter 3.10

Seeing What Shouldn’t Be Seen 10

“…Sigh.”

This is bad, I am too disheartened.

At this rate, I feel like the wall of this shopping mall will become my permanent residence.

Mustering all of my spirit, I somehow manage to move my body and start walking dejectedly.

” …… “

The situation is so miserable that I’m beginning to think, ‘Let’s think of something good.’

Something good, something good…if there is, it is…

“…I, have fallen in love.”

Maybe that’s the only thing I can think of and say.

I live with a complex about my abnormalities, and I want to be normal.

Therefore, there’s an admiration for ‘Things normal people do, but I can’t.’

Love was one of them.

So being able to do something normal like this, I feel like I’ve become a little more upright. …Yes-yes-yes, that’s right.

I do think about whether I can start over from when I met Chifuji-san, but with that being said, everything feels like a good direction.

After all, I’ve become able to rely on people, even if it’s just a little.

It’s a path leading to becoming a normal person.

Unable to control the feeling of wanting to take care of people, I troubled a total of six club activities during junior high school.

Even now, unrepentantly, I just want to take care of people, I want too much to.

I know such a thing is abnormal, so I want to be normal.

Honestly, I don’t think I can become a super spoiled girl like a Jirai-kei (Landmine type), but learning to rely on others a little, and balancing with the too-strong desire to take care of people——that plan is going well.

I am still abnormal, but I am on the path to becoming better.

That was the relief that is here now.

“…Um, Chifuji-san is.”

I enter the store and wander around looking for him.

“This one is also recommended~. It’s very popular now.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“…Ah.”

I found him quickly, but it seemed he was talking with the store clerk.

She was a young woman.

Perhaps her age doesn’t differ much from ours; that’s why there’s a sense of closeness.

Her approach, with a friendly, bright smile, and her position were close enough for shoulders to touch.

“Customer, it will suit your style perfectly~”

“No, that’s an exaggeration.”

“…….”

Is it necessary, I wonder. Such a close distance.

Is it necessary, I wonder. Such a smile.

Is it necessary. Such a…

Such a…

“Ah, hehe, excuse me, customer, your collar.”

“Ah?”

Just by having that female store clerk direct her smile at him, just by being next to him, a dark and heavy mud feeling was welling up inside me.

Barely, it was something that could still be concealed inside,

“Was it when you tried on the jacket earlier? Excuse me for a moment.”

“What?”

When she reached out her hand to Chifuji-san’s collar and straightened it while standing, my emotion overflowed, manifesting in a voice deeper than I’ve ever voiced.

What? Eh? Why?

But why?

Why do you have to do that to him?

Why?

While my thoughts were spinning in my head, I wasn’t a calm enough person to keep my body still.

“——Chifuji-san.”

“Ah, Raihara-san.”

Chifuji-san turns towards me.

At his voice and words, my heart leaps in my chest, and at the sight of the woman next to him, the mud inside my stomach increases.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting. …Um, who is this person?”

“She’s a store clerk in this place, and she’s been helping me out with a few things.”

“Ahaha, I’m sorry, is she your girlfriend? I didn’t mean to interrupt…”

The female shop assistant, looking at my face, quickly stiffens her expression.

Thank God, she gets the message.

Women certainly have a certain hostility towards women.

I take a step closer and say, looking into her eyes,

“No, I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused you.”

My head almost splits open in anger and frustration at what I have said to her.

Why, huh, why am I taking care of this person?

I hear a small gasp from in front of me, and the female store clerk immediately averts her face from me and leaves after saying, “Please, take your time!”

“…I’m sorry, Chifuji-san. It seems she misunderstood and thought I was your girlfriend.”

“Haha, well, I guess that’s what people would think if a man and a woman come shopping together on a holiday.”

Chifuji-san smiles refreshingly.

The fact that there seems to be no hidden meaning in those words is, unilaterally, very bitter for me.

“Was it your sister on the phone?”

“Yes. It was just as I expected.”

While answering, I notice what he is holding.

“Chifuji-san, that jacket.”

“I thought I would buy it since I’m here. It’s the one the shop assistant recommended.”

“…I see.”

It’s lightweight and well-made, seems like it can be casually worn in the upcoming season, and I think it suits him well.

But… that, chosen by another woman, not me…

“…Raihara-san?”

“…ah… I’m sorry.”

“…Hmm, you seem a bit pale.”

“Well, that’s…”

I’m not feeling unwell; it’s just that the arbitrary anger and irritation from earlier have made me go pale.

But…

“S-sorry, I just feel a little dizzy…”

“…That’s not good, let’s take a rest.”

Chifuji-san believed the lie I spat out, a lie that I, who have never experienced dizziness in my life, had concocted.

“There are chairs for resting in the aisle; let’s go there. …Can you walk?”

“..It just came and went suddenly, that’s all.”

“That’s a relief. But, let’s rest just in case.”

He took me outside the store—of course, returning the jacket he had in his hand.

…I knew he would do so.

“Good, it’s available.”

“Yes…”

Chairs are placed beside the aisles, a characteristic of large shopping malls.

After making me sit there, he looks at me with concern.

“…I-I’m really fine, it was just for a moment. …Ahaha, maybe my body is showing a rejection response because I did something I’m not used to.”

“I see, haha, that might be very like you, Raihara-san.”

Perhaps to cheer me up, Chifuji-san responds brightly to my words.

He’s a kind person.

To such a person, what have I done…doing something like this…

Huh? Something like this?

“That’s right, how about something to drink… Raihara-san?”

Wait…

“Eh, no,… I…”

“Raihara-san? What’s the matter?”

“Wow, look at that Jirai-kei (Landmine type)”

“Seriously. And it’s kind of weird, isn’t it? It’s so true to my imagination that it’s funny.”

——It’s no coincidence that my ears picked up such a voice.

I heard it because I had to hear it.

I reflect on my own actions.

Knowing that he would respond kindly, I lied, claiming I felt unwell, just to get the attention of the person I liked.

Such a way of communicating, such a way of seeking affection…

It’s just like… just like, how should I put it…

“…ah?”

“Ra, Raihara-san, what’s wrong?”

I guess it’s true what they say about landmines.

You don’t know they’re there until you step on them——