A little about the cuteness of girls.
All girls are cute.
First of all, their skeletons are cute. The sound of their bones is crunchy and light.
There is a high probability that they smell sweet and fluffy.
Their white skin is smooth, and they don’t have hair that grows wildly like men. Their entire body form is soft and round. Their hands are small and their nails are small. The voice is not too loud. In any case, they are cute.
Even if they don’t meet these requirements, they are still cute. The fact that they don’t have anything interesting hanging between their legs is cute. These days, I’m not sure if it’s right to base gender on the presence or absence of these parts, but if it’s a girl, she’s cute even if she has them.
It’s cute, but I don’t like it.
No, it’s because they’re cute that I don’t like them.
I’ve always been unusually popular with girls for some reason.
Whenever I noticed, there was always a girl around me. However, I could never get used to it.
I didn’t know what to do when they surrounded me and made me nervous. I couldn’t even see their faces clearly, so I couldn’t tell who was who. The only thing I can identify is gender.
This feeling is a problem that not many people understand as a luxury.
I was popular on the outside. But on the inside, I had the characteristics of a fiercely unpopular man.
If I had to put it another way, I’d say I’m a beastly monster who doesn’t know how to speak the language, living alone in an uncivilized backwater, with fairies flying all around me.
“Sakura-kun, Sakura-kun”
“Good morning! Did you sleep well? You must be sleepy.”
“Sakura-kun, what did you eat this morning? I had bread!”
Fairies are flying around me today as usual.
I don’t know why these lovely creatures gather around me. …… I’m glad, but I’ve never been able to have a real conversation with them. They must be mistaken about me. Even though I use all of my linguistic abilities to the fullest, the only words that come out of my mouth are “yes” and “I agree” when I think about opening my mouth and letting people know about my incredibly boring, despicable, and disgusting inner life.
Even though I couldn’t give a witty reply and the conversation didn’t expand, the girls surrounded me and continued to talk about whatever they wanted. Most of the time, the girls around me would start to get excited and the conversation would just flow.
It’s a miracle that I’ve never been ostracized or hated outwardly, but I’m always on the edge of my seat because I’m popular with women.
Even though I’m popular, I’ve never had a girlfriend, and I’ve never even touched a woman.
Because I’m lightly idolized in some way, and if people know that I’m not what they imagined, bad rumors are bound to spread. I’ve seen that in games. That’s why I always try to keep my face as still as possible and pretend to be as quiet and hard-hearted as possible. That was the plan. I wondered if I was doing it right
I took a small breath and the girls around me let out a sigh and stared at me. Everyone’s lips are so shiny. I can feel it. Their necks are thin. I feel it. Oh, wow. The cameras in my eyes were so shaky that they wouldn’t even focus. I felt as if the contents of my head were leaking out, and I felt fiercely embarrassed, so I left my seat.
“Where are you going, Sakura-kun?” I told them I had an errand to run and left as quickly as I could. The evil spirit dissipated. The evil spirit was me, of course.
I’m a boring guy.
I don’t know how to talk to people in a way that entertains them, nor do I know how to act in a way that makes a girl excited.
I’m just the second son of a poor family without their own house. And when I’m in my room, I’m just a regular high school boy who spends most of his free time thinking about unpleasant things.
When I walked out into the hallway, I saw my only friend grinning and waving at me from a little distance, so I ran over to him.
Yabusaka Toru
He’s known me since the first year of middle school, and he knows more than enough to know what kind of person I am.
“Souji, you’ve been surrounded again, huh? There are so many of them, why don’t you just get a girlfriend?”
“Of course I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I can’t have a conversation with a girl when I’m alone with her! she’ll be disillusioned!”
Yabusaka let out a breath and gave him a distant look.
“Love is a series of moments of disillusionment. People have illusions about other people, and they grow up destroying them. ……”
“What are you talking about, idiot!”
“Oh, hey, it’s Yuria-san.”
When Yabusaka craned his chin to look at her, he found an exceptionally beautiful girl there.
The eyes, nose, mouth, and contours are all arranged unrealistically. Her long hair is silky smooth, almost gravity-defying.
She is cool and fragile, closer to beauty, but her innocent youthfulness makes her cute. It was strange to be in this place.
That’s Saionji Yuria, the famous “Ice Princess” of the school year.
That’s a very cumbersome name. But, amazingly, she doesn’t lose to the name that could only be found on a rich character in a gal game.
She is the daughter of an ice queen, or a snow woman, or something like that, and her mysteriousness with a hint of innocence makes me want to call her an ice princess.
“I heard that she turned down 2,852 scouts from entertainment agencies.”
“How many offices are there in Japan……”
“That’s the thing. You know what I mean?”
Yabusaka turned his head back to me, grinned, and whispered.
“Why don’t you go out there and give it a shot?”
I looked at her again when I heard him say that. It was strange that she didn’t have wings on her back.
“Im… impossible ……”
All the girls are pretty. I can’t talk to them. I can’t talk to them, even more so to those angels from heaven. Even if I put all my energy into it, I wouldn’t be able to say even the “go” in “good morning” while moving like a suspicious marionette.
“I bet she’s got an older boyfriend or something.”
“There’s a rumor that she has forty-seven boyfriends.”
“That’s amazing. That’s enough to get you killed.”
“Well, but rumors are rumors. There is a rumor that you can’t like any woman because you can’t forget the princess of a certain country whom you met when you were nine years old and sadly parted ways with.”
“Haha, ……that is too unrealistic.”
“That’s coming from a guy who easily believed in forty-seven boyfriends. ……”
“No, that one must be true. …… and that’s not even close.”
“But you know, there are a lot of rumors about her having 47 boyfriends and dating celebrities, but maybe that’s why there are no rumors about her in school!”
“Oh, ……, that’s probably true. You’d have to be really confident to confess your feelings to someone like that.”
“When she first entered the school, I occasionally heard that some of the most popular and handsome guys in the school had gotten dumped, but lately it’s been quiet. Souji, you should try it too!”
“I hate it. It’s like, you’ve beaten a few of the baddies and you’re finally moving on, but then the guy who was really strong in the fight says, ‘Too bad, I’m the weakest of the sixteen Saionji boyfriends. The rest of them will take you down’……”
“Sakura-kun.”
I was in the middle of a conversation that I didn’t want to die having overheard, and my heart jolted when a cute voice called me. I looked over and saw a female student beckoning to me.
“Do you know her?”
“I don’t know. I can’t see the girls’ faces properly, so …… maybe we know each other.”
“What do you mean, maybe you know each other? You don’t know her at all.”
I’ve never needed someone to call me with a voice like that. It must have been an invitation for casual chit chat. It was not that I wasn’t happy about it. But it was painful.
Think about it, how it feels to be an ordinary person who is put on stage every day, even though you don’t want to be an actor and have no background in acting.
I can’t be myself in front of a girl. It’s exhausting. If I meet with a girl once a month, on a certain day and time, and I’m in perfect physical condition, I feel like I can have a conversation with her for about three minutes. You can even plan your conversation: you can offer conversation topic “A” and simulate a few possible responses to it.
But I can’t do this every day. I’m always trying to keep my mind sharp so that I don’t get ragged, and my spirit gets worn down. I’ll go bald from the stress. If I go bald, people will be disillusioned with me again. There’s nothing I can do about it.
“I’m sorry, I have something to do.”
I said and quickly returned to the classroom.
However, there were many girls in the classroom as well. Some of them were looking at me. I want to evacuate somewhere.
Why is it that we’re all the same person, but just because we’re different genders, we feel like such different creatures?
Just as well. I’ll take my bag and leave, and I’ll have an early lunch now. Then I’ll hide somewhere else for lunch. I can’t do it anymore. I’ve exceeded my girl’s communication limit for the week.
For now, I’m going somewhere. I need to calm down. Somewhere where I can be alone, at peace, with my mouth open and a slack-jawed look on my face, immersed in vulgar thoughts.
A little about the cuteness of girls.
All girls are cute.
First of all, their skeletons are cute. The sound of their bones is crunchy and light.
There is a high probability that they smell sweet and fluffy.
Their white skin is smooth, and they don’t have hair that grows wildly like men. Their entire body form is soft and round. Their hands are small and their nails are small. The voice is not too loud. In any case, they are cute.
Even if they don’t meet these requirements, they are still cute. The fact that they don’t have anything interesting hanging between their legs is cute. These days, I’m not sure if it’s right to base gender on the presence or absence of these parts, but if it’s a girl, she’s cute even if she has them.
It’s cute, but I don’t like it.
No, it’s because they’re cute that I don’t like them.
I’ve always been unusually popular with girls for some reason.
Whenever I noticed, there was always a girl around me. However, I could never get used to it.
I didn’t know what to do when they surrounded me and made me nervous. I couldn’t even see their faces clearly, so I couldn’t tell who was who. The only thing I can identify is gender.
This feeling is a problem that not many people understand as a luxury.
I was popular on the outside. But on the inside, I had the characteristics of a fiercely unpopular man.
If I had to put it another way, I’d say I’m a beastly monster who doesn’t know how to speak the language, living alone in an uncivilized backwater, with fairies flying all around me.
“Sakura-kun, Sakura-kun”
“Good morning! Did you sleep well? You must be sleepy.”
“Sakura-kun, what did you eat this morning? I had bread!”
Fairies are flying around me today as usual.
I don’t know why these lovely creatures gather around me. …… I’m glad, but I’ve never been able to have a real conversation with them. They must be mistaken about me. Even though I use all of my linguistic abilities to the fullest, the only words that come out of my mouth are “yes” and “I agree” when I think about opening my mouth and letting people know about my incredibly boring, despicable, and disgusting inner life.
Even though I couldn’t give a witty reply and the conversation didn’t expand, the girls surrounded me and continued to talk about whatever they wanted. Most of the time, the girls around me would start to get excited and the conversation would just flow.
It’s a miracle that I’ve never been ostracized or hated outwardly, but I’m always on the edge of my seat because I’m popular with women.
Even though I’m popular, I’ve never had a girlfriend, and I’ve never even touched a woman.
Because I’m lightly idolized in some way, and if people know that I’m not what they imagined, bad rumors are bound to spread. I’ve seen that in games. That’s why I always try to keep my face as still as possible and pretend to be as quiet and hard-hearted as possible. That was the plan. I wondered if I was doing it right
I took a small breath and the girls around me let out a sigh and stared at me. Everyone’s lips are so shiny. I can feel it. Their necks are thin. I feel it. Oh, wow. The cameras in my eyes were so shaky that they wouldn’t even focus. I felt as if the contents of my head were leaking out, and I felt fiercely embarrassed, so I left my seat.
“Where are you going, Sakura-kun?” I told them I had an errand to run and left as quickly as I could. The evil spirit dissipated. The evil spirit was me, of course.
I’m a boring guy.
I don’t know how to talk to people in a way that entertains them, nor do I know how to act in a way that makes a girl excited.
I’m just the second son of a poor family without their own house. And when I’m in my room, I’m just a regular high school boy who spends most of his free time thinking about unpleasant things.
When I walked out into the hallway, I saw my only friend grinning and waving at me from a little distance, so I ran over to him.
Yabusaka Toru
He’s known me since the first year of middle school, and he knows more than enough to know what kind of person I am.
“Souji, you’ve been surrounded again, huh? There are so many of them, why don’t you just get a girlfriend?”
“Of course I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I can’t have a conversation with a girl when I’m alone with her! she’ll be disillusioned!”
Yabusaka let out a breath and gave him a distant look.
“Love is a series of moments of disillusionment. People have illusions about other people, and they grow up destroying them. ……”
“What are you talking about, idiot!”
“Oh, hey, it’s Yuria-san.”
When Yabusaka craned his chin to look at her, he found an exceptionally beautiful girl there.
The eyes, nose, mouth, and contours are all arranged unrealistically. Her long hair is silky smooth, almost gravity-defying.
She is cool and fragile, closer to beauty, but her innocent youthfulness makes her cute. It was strange to be in this place.
That’s Saionji Yuria, the famous “Ice Princess” of the school year.
That’s a very cumbersome name. But, amazingly, she doesn’t lose to the name that could only be found on a rich character in a gal game.
She is the daughter of an ice queen, or a snow woman, or something like that, and her mysteriousness with a hint of innocence makes me want to call her an ice princess.
“I heard that she turned down 2,852 scouts from entertainment agencies.”
“How many offices are there in Japan……”
“That’s the thing. You know what I mean?”
Yabusaka turned his head back to me, grinned, and whispered.
“Why don’t you go out there and give it a shot?”
I looked at her again when I heard him say that. It was strange that she didn’t have wings on her back.
“Im… impossible ……”
All the girls are pretty. I can’t talk to them. I can’t talk to them, even more so to those angels from heaven. Even if I put all my energy into it, I wouldn’t be able to say even the “go” in “good morning” while moving like a suspicious marionette.
“I bet she’s got an older boyfriend or something.”
“There’s a rumor that she has forty-seven boyfriends.”
“That’s amazing. That’s enough to get you killed.”
“Well, but rumors are rumors. There is a rumor that you can’t like any woman because you can’t forget the princess of a certain country whom you met when you were nine years old and sadly parted ways with.”
“Haha, ……that is too unrealistic.”
“That’s coming from a guy who easily believed in forty-seven boyfriends. ……”
“No, that one must be true. …… and that’s not even close.”
“But you know, there are a lot of rumors about her having 47 boyfriends and dating celebrities, but maybe that’s why there are no rumors about her in school!”
“Oh, ……, that’s probably true. You’d have to be really confident to confess your feelings to someone like that.”
“When she first entered the school, I occasionally heard that some of the most popular and handsome guys in the school had gotten dumped, but lately it’s been quiet. Souji, you should try it too!”
“I hate it. It’s like, you’ve beaten a few of the baddies and you’re finally moving on, but then the guy who was really strong in the fight says, ‘Too bad, I’m the weakest of the sixteen Saionji boyfriends. The rest of them will take you down’……”
“Sakura-kun.”
I was in the middle of a conversation that I didn’t want to die having overheard, and my heart jolted when a cute voice called me. I looked over and saw a female student beckoning to me.
“Do you know her?”
“I don’t know. I can’t see the girls’ faces properly, so …… maybe we know each other.”
“What do you mean, maybe you know each other? You don’t know her at all.”
I’ve never needed someone to call me with a voice like that. It must have been an invitation for casual chit chat. It was not that I wasn’t happy about it. But it was painful.
Think about it, how it feels to be an ordinary person who is put on stage every day, even though you don’t want to be an actor and have no background in acting.
I can’t be myself in front of a girl. It’s exhausting. If I meet with a girl once a month, on a certain day and time, and I’m in perfect physical condition, I feel like I can have a conversation with her for about three minutes. You can even plan your conversation: you can offer conversation topic “A” and simulate a few possible responses to it.
But I can’t do this every day. I’m always trying to keep my mind sharp so that I don’t get ragged, and my spirit gets worn down. I’ll go bald from the stress. If I go bald, people will be disillusioned with me again. There’s nothing I can do about it.
“I’m sorry, I have something to do.”
I said and quickly returned to the classroom.
However, there were many girls in the classroom as well. Some of them were looking at me. I want to evacuate somewhere.
Why is it that we’re all the same person, but just because we’re different genders, we feel like such different creatures?
Just as well. I’ll take my bag and leave, and I’ll have an early lunch now. Then I’ll hide somewhere else for lunch. I can’t do it anymore. I’ve exceeded my girl’s communication limit for the week.
For now, I’m going somewhere. I need to calm down. Somewhere where I can be alone, at peace, with my mouth open and a slack-jawed look on my face, immersed in vulgar thoughts.
