My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected

"...Sounds pretty interesting."

"Hehe. Right?"

"Yeah, but..."

I took out my phone, which had been vibrating nonstop.

"Just don't turn out like this, okay?"

"Ugh?!"

While we were looking for a place, while we were eating tsukemen, even now, Hiratsuka-sensei kept bombarding me with ramen information. Yuihama looked utterly horrified.

Seeing something like this would make anyone not want ramen for a while, so I didn't have to worry about Yuihama wandering the streets of Chiba at night. That was a relief.

Note 7: Maki Nishikino's catchphrase from LoveLive!.

"Waaaaaah?!"

One morning, I suddenly realized something.

It seemed I'd accidentally maxed out my level.

What was it? A skill, obviously. A skill.

Come on, that kind of thing was popular lately, wasn't it? Getting hit by a truck, reincarnating into another world, opening a status screen, and deeply feeling that a new life had begun.

If only Earth had some ridiculously kind god who accidentally gave me the loner attribute—a curse—at birth, then compensated me with overpowered skills and leadership attributes. I wanted to go on a rampage and be worshipped like a god too.

But Kino said it too: the world was not beautiful. Understanding that, I let cruel reality grind me down while mindlessly leveling up in the dungeon called school, and somehow I'd maxed out my skill level. If life got stuck, grinding the school dungeon was still the safest bet.

Based on my own assessment, my stats probably looked like this.

Hachiman / 17 years old / Male

Height / 175 cm Birthday / August 8 Blood Type / Type A

Stealth LV9 (MAX)

Temptation Resistance LV9 (MAX)

Wooden Dummy Fist LV9 (MAX)

Putting Stealth aside, Temptation Resistance was that, right? The skill that stopped me from getting so happy that I accepted when