My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected

Allow me to introduce her—my little sister, Komachi Hikigaya.

"Ah, it's Komachi! Hi-ro."

"Ma-ro, she says."

Had another subspecies of hi-ro just been born? And this one felt as awkward to say as a supersonic kick to the thigh.

"What even is ma-ro?"

"Of course, it comes from Komachi—

Whoa—why was my little sister starting to talk a little like Tobe?

Besides, if that was the case, why not take the "KO" from Komachi and make it "ko-ro"? My name had an "MA" sound too... (Note 18)

I kept that retort to myself, deciding there were things that needed to be said, and turned to Yukino.

"Could you stop summoning my little sister whenever you feel like it?"

Didn't she have any other friends outside the club?

...No, probably not. Sorry. I had no right to say that either.

"I thought middle schoolers might know more about trends. Komachi is dependable at times like this."

"Yukino-neechan, you don't need to worry at all! Leave whatever's popular online to Komachi! Komachi belongs to the generation that entrusted its life to GAFA‼"

Komachi placed a fist over her chest, declaring herself trustworthy.

That darling of the new generation—whether it was called GAFA or TIBA (Note 19)—immediately asked Yukino for the details, then looked over each of the drawings we had made.

"Mm-hmm... Hachiyou-kun and Effort Cat are both nice... Sorry, but if I had to choose, Komachi thinks Hachiyou-kun suits it better."

"I don't mind, Komachi."

Komachi gazed uneasily at Yukino, who shrugged with a wry smile.

...Huh? What about Service Shroom?

"But if it's going to be a mascot, Komachi thinks it would be better to remove the big brother elements and emphasize Yukino-neechan and Yui-neechan's traits."

If you removed the big brother elements, he would just be Chiba-kun. What, did