My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected

"No, no, it's always been empty..."

Jun-jun looked troubled. Shiori, meanwhile, was red as a tomato from anger and embarrassment. Except this tomato had blood vessels popping out and might actually kill someone...

"There really was someone sitting here! There definitely was! My butt felt something soft! Ah, come to think of it, I think I sat on something hard too! There probably was! There definitely was! I'm sure there was! He must've touched me for indecent purposes! That guy's a pervert—!"

Were you a hannya or something?

Watching the suspicion gradually turn into a false accusation with my own eyes, I trembled in fear. And this was the route where she genuinely believed it was true. This was terrible. I knew perfectly well that once you were labeled a pervert on a train, your life was basically over. This was seriously bad!

Incidentally, the hard thing she had sat on was my belt buckle. Not that I thought she would believe me. My max-level Stealth Skill had saved my life.

"Shiori, calm down... There's no one else here... Oh, right, I thought of a better restaurant... Shall we go there? No, I mean, I want to go there. It's not because I'm worried about your hemorrhoids. The hemorrhoids were a misunderstanding, right? I believe you... Anyway, let's go somewhere gentler. I want you to go back to being the usual gentle Shiori..."

Wow, Jun-jun was amazing. Being in a relationship really was hard. Only people who could do that could get girlfriends. I definitely couldn't, so I would aim for an arranged marriage.

...I suddenly didn't feel like eating ramen anymore. Getting ignored by the staff again would hurt too. I should get a haircut first.

As I walked along, intending to find some random place to get my