My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected

"What are you two even talking about? You've been like this every time for the past five years."

"...I don't remember."

"...Same here."

I was in the middle of coolly fighting the enemy known as stomach acid rising from my throat—"Leave this to me, you get out of here... bleeghhh"—when Tobe, whose inability to read the room remained unchanged, brought up another irritating topic.

"Because every year at the reunion, you two always disappear together. Then you come back with some incomprehensible excuse and have a huge fight every single time."

"...I said I don't remember."

"...You should shut up too."

"Ask Hayato whether next year's reunion should be canceled, and he definitely won't cancel it. Same with Hikigaya. If you don't want to come, you don't have to, but you obediently show up every year... Are you two the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl or something?"

"I-I-I'm only here because a lot of people pressured me."

I hurriedly cut off the joke before Ebina could overhear and excitedly ask, "Then who's the Weaver Girl!?"

"Really? I only had people pressure you during the first two years, though?"

"Why would you say that at a time like this!?"

Hayama, who should have been completely wasted by now, still openly provoked me with hostility. Yes, it was hostility, so don't get the wrong idea.

I mean, no matter how I thought about it, holding a second-year reunion for some reason, and then holding it every year after that, meant there was obviously something wrong with the organizers. So the Cowherd was... Never mind. Better not think about it.

Also, something that looked suspiciously like glasses flashed behind that utility pole just now, but I'd chalk that up to my imagination too.

"That's why this year, no girls even dared approach Hayato."