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

"Even though you said no, you still ended up giving yourself more work."

In the end, I called Komachi. "Huh? You're eating dinner out today, Big Brother? Where are you going? Who are you going with?" When I answered, "Where I'm going and who I'm with doesn't matter, does it?" Komachi fell silent for a moment.

"...Yui-neechan?"

"..."

"Got it. No problem!"

She let out a strange "Mhehehe" laugh and hung up.

Ahhh, this was already becoming a pain...

"Seriously, if I still couldn't find her after all this, she'd be unbelievably stupid..."

I walked out of Chiba Station and wandered aimlessly through the bustling district packed with mixed-use buildings. As expected of a Friday night, the crowds were overwhelming. Finding one person among them was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Should I just call her? But she's mad..."

There was a good chance she wouldn't answer. I'd search a little longer.

Night had already fallen, and the neon-lit entertainment district was filled with izakayas and ramen shops. Checking every single one of the countless ramen places was unrealistic.

Think.

What would she do?

"Yuihama wasn't familiar with this area, so she probably didn't know much about ramen shops either. In that case, with her personality..."

My intuition told me she'd ask someone.

And since she knew nothing about a place like this, she might ask for information at one of those obviously sketchy "free information centers"...

"Come on... no way, right? Even if Hikigaya-kun was that innocent, she wouldn't think a place like that would tell her which ramen shop was good, would sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee‼"

There she was.

Yuihama was standing in front of a free information center.

And some guys who were obviously touting on the street had surrounded her.

"I told you, I'm looking for