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

Still, yesterday had been more of an experiment. Cram school teachers probably figured out their students' level before class too. Something like that, though I didn't really know.

In other words, Yuihama's special cooking training officially began today.

"Then who's this teacher you mentioned? Someone good at cooking?"

"Hm? Oh, I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know...?"

Yuihama froze on the spot. Unfortunately, I really didn't know.

I'd only called her in with the hope that, at her age, she could at least cook. In other words, among the people I knew, she was the only one who might be able to cook and could be invited here.

"Don't worry. I think she can at least cook. Otherwise, it feels like nobody would want her, which would be too sad..."

"Hey, I heard that, Hachiman..."

A forceful voice and the sound of the Home Economics Classroom door sliding open came almost simultaneously.

Today's guest—and instructor—Hiratsuka-sensei had a vein popping out on her forehead as she glared murderously at me.

"Um, let me say this first, okay? Thinking that every adult woman living alone is an amazing cook is a misconception..."

Already aware of the situation, Hiratsuka-sensei awkwardly rattled off a bunch of excuses that sounded suspiciously like excuses.

"Oh, then was this too difficult for you after all, Sensei?"

"D-Don't say such stupid things, Hachiman! If I thought something was too difficult just because I can't cook, how could I ever get married?!"

"Um, I wasn't talking about marriage..."

By too difficult, I meant cooking, not marriage.

Well, she was probably especially sensitive about that at her age, but seeing her anxiety so plainly displayed made me feel bad for her. Please, someone marry this woman. I'm serious...

"Shut-in boy, that's so rude! Hiratsuka-sensei has been single