My Defense Isn’t as Strong as My Offense
Yume Irido
“Yumechi! Let’s eat lun— Whoa!”
As we entered the lunch break, Aso-senpai, who’d come into the organizer’s tent, barked like a walrus when she saw my face.
I slowly looked up at her and asked, “What’s...the matter?”
“That’s what I want to know! Are you okay? You’re giving off ‘I lost everything at horse racing’ vibes.”
“No, I’m okay... It’s just that...even now, after everything... Aha ha ha...” Aso-senpai shook me by the shoulders. It’s okay... Don’t waste your energy on me. I’m so worthless.
“Something serious must’ve happened,” President Kurenai said from behind Aso-senpai. “Aisa, this reminds me of that one time when you failed to ask Hoshibe-senpai out.”
“Why are you so casually bringing up my trauma?!”
“It’s your fault for trying to act like a femme fatale and beat around the bush rather than be direct. I gotta say, it was pretty amusing, though.”
“Your personality is really nasty, you stupid prodigy!”
Acting like a femme fatale... Beating around the bush... “You’re completely right, President Kurenai.”
“Yumechi?!” Aso-senpai exclaimed.
“It’s like pretending to be a tsundere—doing it in real life just turns people off. Acting like a femme fatale and getting a big head time and time again isn’t the right move at all...”
“H-Huh, Yumechi?! You’re killing me over here! Stop! I’m in way too deep!!!”
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