9:18 A.M.: You Look More Grown-Up than Usual
Akatsuki Minami
“Wow!” I clapped my hands together in front of an embarrassed Kawanami.
He was currently fully donning the Shosei-style look: the hakama, kimono, and everything else. His bright, gaudy hair was the same as always, but it honestly worked. He gave off a different vibe than Irido-kun had. He looked more like a high school dropout than anything, but I was confident that some people would be into it.
“Not too shabby! Aren’tcha happy I don’t have to shave your head?”
“You were going to make me bald if I couldn’t pull this off?!” Kawanami exclaimed.
“Well, you have to look the part. Shosei-style gives off intellectual vibes—y’know, the exact opposite of you?”
“And becoming bald helps me be smart, how?!”
“Oh, good point. If it did help, you’d shave your head before every test.”
“You’re not wrong...”
I cackled while pinching my sleeves, raising them to show off my outfit to Kawanami.
“Whatcha think?”
Of course, I was wearing the full outfit, boots included. I grinned at him as I waited for his response, but he seemed disinterested.
“I mean... I already saw you in this before. What else can I say?”
“You’re supposed to keep complimenting me!”
“Why? You’re not my girlfriend.”
“Doesn’t matter. You should do it anyway! If you’re gonna look like a flirty guy, at least act the part!”
“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I only look the part!” Kawanami frowned and tilted his head, his eyes flicking to my hair. I’d changed things up a bit with my ponytail today. “You wearing a different ribbon today?”
“Cute, isn’t it? I got a Japanese-style one to match this outfit!”
“You look like a tied-up bag of Japanese cand— Ow! Hey, don’t kick me with boots!”
“Don’t ever act like you’re good at handling girls ever again!”
“And you should never act like you’re a girl again!”
We exchanged low kick after low kick until my friend, Maki-chan, stuck her head through the curtains that divided the staff area from the customer area.
“Hey,” she said. “Married couple, it’s almost go time, so if you could stop your comedy routine, that’d be great.”
“Who’re you calling married?!” I cried.
“I’m so sad. Irido-san’s super popular, Akki is doing a married couple comedy routine, and now even Nasuka has a boyfriend. Why am I so forever alone?! Sob, sob. Weep, weep.”
“It’s okay, Maki-chan, you’re tall and cool!”
“That only makes me popular with the girls!”
Maki-chan was captain of the basketball team, tall, and slender, so she looked great in hakama. As a result, she was a hit among the girls. It was a shame that she was only interested in the opposite sex.
“I want a boyfriend too! Do you think someone’ll hit on me today?” she asked.
“Flirting is banned—don’t you remember?” Kawanami snarked. “Anyway, the only guys who flirt like that are deadbeats. You deserve better than that, so chill.”
“Huh?” Maki-chan’s eyes widened as she looked at Kawanami and she pressed her hand against her chest. Uh... “Crap, my heart just skipped a beat. What the hell, Kawanami?! You really are just as much of a lady-killer as you look! You’re gonna get in trouble with your wife.”
“My what, now? Do I look like the kinda guy that can commit?”
“And there we have it! The line of a playboy!”
I silently glared at Maki-chan as she laughed with the idiot. What the hell? You can’t even be bothered to compliment my cosplay, but you’re being nice to her? Really? I see. Okay...
“You can just barf your brains out when a girl hits on you, for all I care,” I muttered.
I’m done. It’s about time for the legend of “The Amazing Barf Man” to begin and be passed down for generations. Just as I turned around to leave the staff area, he called out to me.
“You should be careful not to get hit on too,” Kawanami suddenly said, strangely gentle. “You have a nice face, if nothing else. Plus, that cosplay makes you look more grown-up.”
“Huh? Me? It does?”
“Yeah, the boots give you a few centimeters.”
“...”
“Ow! Don’t step on me with your boots! You’re gonna crush me! Ow!”
Get crushed, you bastard!
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