My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected / My Youth Romance Story Is Wrong, As I Expected

"Was that from personal experience? Which club was it?"

Her tone was disturbingly real—terrifyingly so—and I reflexively asked. But Iroha merely smiled and refused to say a word. Huh... I'm so curious... Could it be a club I know...?

As my thoughts wandered, Taishi, who had apparently been thinking along the same lines, suddenly spoke up.

"A humanities club... Um, Hikigaya-kun, are you in the Service Club?"

"Yeah. Or rather, Komachi's the president."

"I see... Oh... Ah, then—"

Taishi stopped halfway through his sentence. I didn't need to hear the rest to know what he was about to say.

Which was exactly why I cut him off.

"No need to rush. Think it over a little more. Let's call it a day for now. I'm going to the bathroom."

"Huh..."

While everyone was still staring in surprise, I quickly rose from my seat, rolled my shoulders, and jerked my chin toward the hallway at Taishi. My intent seemed to have gotten across, because Taishi hurriedly stood as well.

"Th-then, I'll be leaving for today too..."

"Ah, yeah, bye!"

With Komachi and the others' farewells behind us, Taishi and I left the clubroom. He probably didn't want to get lectured by me in front of the girl he liked, so I decided to show him a little consideration.

After walking down the hall for a while, we reached a spot where our voices wouldn't carry back to the clubroom. Then I turned to face Taishi.

"Are you really planning to join this club?"

"...If I can... As an older brother, do you still disapprove?"

Taishi scratched his head and smiled shyly.

Sure, I had things to say to any guy approaching Komachi. Joining the Service Club with designs on Komachi was absolutely unforgivable. But that could wait until next time.

"...Putting