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

Komachi waved her hand and answered seriously.

Ehh... so stubborn... Can't you just admit that we're really alike...?

The next day after school, Komachi and I made a detour to the front gate before heading to the clubroom.

The client, Taishi Kawasaki, was there too. Taishi kept glancing anxiously outside the school gates and sighing over and over. It was understandable that he was worried.

After all, we did not have a detailed plan. Komachi's proposed strategy was incredibly simple. Just how simple was it? Simple enough that it could be released as part of a Simple series under the name "THE Komachi." (Note 47)

So, the fewest possible people would be enough. Komachi and I were all we needed. Of course, we also figured that with fewer people around, she would be more willing to talk. The person we were about to face was difficult to handle, and there was no telling how she might react. At the very least, I probably would not be able to negotiate with her normally.

Komachi, who was in charge of the negotiations, did not seem particularly worried. Singing, "Are they here yet, are they here yet—," she looked outside the school grounds with complete composure. More than that, she almost seemed to be looking forward to their arrival.

Before long, our negotiation target arrived at the meeting place.

Her bluish-black hair was tied into a ponytail with a hair tie, swaying slowly, while her two little braids bounced cheerfully through the air a beat behind it.

It was Saki Kawasaki and her little sister, Kyōka Kawasaki.

The instant Kyōka saw us, she waved and came running over.

"Komachi—!"

"Kyōka—!"

Komachi gently hugged Kyōka and rubbed her head. Kyōka bashfully narrowed her eyes, looking extremely happy, while Kawasaki seemed thoroughly confused.

"You told