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

"I have something important to ask you."

"Eh? I-Important...?"

"Yeah. I should have confirmed how you felt sooner."

"How I feel⁉ I-I feel, ata... ata ata ata, it hasn't changed from the start... G-Geez, why are you asking so suddenly...?"

She suddenly turned bright red and started making ata ata punching noises like the heir to Fist of the North Star. Something was clearly off, and I was a little worried, but this was important, so I ignored it and continued.

"Yuihama. Do you—"

"Y-Yeah..."

"Mind having garlic in your ramen?"

"I don't mind! Tomorrow's a holiday anyway! Uh, don't phrase it in a way that makes people misunderstand‼"

I'd specifically checked beforehand out of consideration for her, only to get yelled at for some reason... Was that sexual harassment? I should be careful next time I talked to a girl about bad breath.

Still, Yuihama recovered quickly.

Or rather, she was so startled that she forgot about it.

"Whoa! It's huge⁉ Are we going into this place...?"

I'd brought her to a super-famous tonkotsu ramen shop.

It was wildly popular not only in Japan, but overseas as well.

It stood above the rest of the Hakata tonkotsu ramen world, to the point that it even had a branch beside the waiting area inside Hakata Airport. If she was fine with garlic, there was no reason not to come here.

Its innovative system let customers adjust the strength of the flavor, the richness of the oil, the amount of garlic, the type of scallion, whether they wanted chashu, the amount of special sauce, and the firmness of the noodles. It had heavily influenced other ramen shops too, and was practically the king of tonkotsu.

"Whoa... A ramen shop can be this big? A girl would need a different kind of