My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected

"Wow, I never would've guessed. That company has an artist you like?"

Yuihama asked excitedly. Maybe she thought we had something in common to talk about, but I blocked her with a sturdy wall around my heart.

"No, because Polydor's channel streams Looking for Chiba-kun."

I wasn't familiar with pop singers. The only song released this year whose lyrics I remembered was the Pretty Cure theme song.

"There it is, Chiba-kun... the shut-in guy's favorite mascot..."

"If we're getting more specific, there's also Funassyi's channel and stuff. That's about it."

I wouldn't watch sponsored videos by famous YouTubers or game streams even if you paid me.

At the mention of Funassyi, Hiratsuka-sensei clapped her hands.

"Oh, right. Once the Service Club's channel gets going, I'd like to invite Funassyi as a guest. It should be lively."

Were you Chiba Prefecture's shadow ruler or something?

"Still, Funassyi... could you marry me...?"

Hiratsuka-sensei let out a deep sigh and revealed her true feelings.

No, no, no. Aside from the fact that Funassyi wasn't human but a pear, he was basically an incredibly ideal partner. I wanted to marry him too and have him keep me at home, nasshi.

"Come to think of it, why isn't Funassyi an unofficial mascot yet...? He works so hard. Isn't it about time he got promoted to an official mascot?"

Yuihama sadly drooped her shoulders.

"Official and unofficial aren't ranks you get promoted through, you know?"

I added that explanation, but Yuihama only looked confused. There were probably a lot of reasons.

While we were talking, Hiratsuka-sensei operated the school-issued laptop.

"Look. It seems our school's Soccer Club has already made a channel, even if it's only temporary. We can use it for reference."

She opened YouTube in the browser and typed "Sobu" and "Soccer Club" into