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

"Shut-in guy⁉ Hey, wait!"

Sorry, correction. Just as I tried to head home, someone grabbed the hem of my clothes hard and stopped me. Hachiman Hikigaya wanted to leave coolly... (wish) (Note 4)

"Why are you getting ready to go home right away⁉ It wouldn't kill you to keep me company for a bit!"

"Idiot. No matter when it is, I pour everything I have into my passion for going home. I want to get home as soon as possible. If I could, I wouldn't even take a single step outside my house. If I could, I wouldn't want to become independent either."

And if I had to add one more thing, I would rather die than get involved with that.

The emotional trauma that omelet had inflicted on me was just that severe.

Rather, Yuihama, who had tasted it after me, had cried too. We absolutely could not let that tragedy happen again.

"Yuihama, listen carefully."

I turned around and spoke gently, as though teaching a child.

Listen up, okay? In a society like Japan, where food is plentiful, people easily forget that famine is a serious problem spread throughout the world. Living in such a world without worrying about going hungry, we must understand that we are enjoying an immensely precious happiness. Therefore, we must never waste food. You should finish your school lunch too. But the omelet you made was the kind of food that even hungry children in poor countries would reject, saying, "This tastes awful, so I don't want it," and would rather leave uneaten. So you must never cook again. For the good of the world...

"Ah, right. I wonder if we can borrow the Home Economics Classroom again, like when we baked cookies before. I should ask Hiratsuka-sensei about it."

She was not