I was born in the wrong house.
I was so uncomfortable with my family’s culture that I thought I would never be able to get used to it.
My name is Saionji Yuria. First of all, the surname was not good, it was too elegant and graceful for me. It didn’t suit me at all. My name and my inner life don’t match. I think I would look better with a joke name like “Omurice Yamayakan” or something like that.
My father is a big man in a clothing company. I don’t really know how big he is or what he does. It seems to be a very famous company, but I’m not interested in it, so I don’t know much about it either.
My mother is a former violinist. She has a very expensive violin, but I’ve never seen or touched it.
My sister used to be a model for a fashion magazine, but recently she started acting in dramas and movies. I only watch comedy movies at home, so I don’t watch the ones my sister is in because I find them boring.
They are all good-looking. Wealthy. People often look at us as if we are very wealthy. But it’s just that my mother’s family is wealthy, and our family itself is not that wealthy. It’s not that bad. We don’t have a private jet, and we don’t have a cook.
Growing up in such a family, I was never interested in fashion, music, or entertainment, and the mysterious parties that I was taken to every once in a while were just a pain. All the members of my family were often invited to parties in different fields, and sometimes they would try to take me along in the confusion.
In order to avoid this, I studied.
Not many people would interrupt me when I was studying. To avoid all sorts of troublesome events, I devoted myself to studying. As long as I did that, my human rights in my family were guaranteed.
Even though I didn’t become the best student in my grade, I was satisfied with myself. My satisfaction level is so low that I am easily satisfied and I do not have much ambition.
I was the dull, unenthusiastic daughter of a brilliant and cultured family. I felt as uncomfortable as if there were only one hot steamed meat bun pretending to be a macaroon among all the macaroons. But, I prefer meat buns to macaroons.
However, because I look so much like my family, not many people know about my embarrassing inner self.
I don’t like to dress up, but my older sister, who could not stand the sight of me being sloppy, has my hair done once a month by a hairdresser she knows. Once a month seems very frequent to me, but my sister goes once a week. She also goes to beauty salons and nail salons and seems to be very busy. I’d rather stay home and watch stupid comedy movies than go to such places.
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It was March, the end of winter.
I had been in high school for almost a year now, but I felt isolated.
It’s not that I’m being bullied or anything. I don’t think they hate me.
It’s just that I’m kind of kept at a distance.
I get a lot of stares, but they don’t seem to get along with me.
For example, when I bumped shoulders with a female student. Normally, you would just laugh and say, “Sorry, sorry”. But instead, I was apologized to, like “hiee Saionji-san! I’m very sorry”.
It was the same the other day. A nearby male student spoke to me with a very nervous expression on his face.
“Excuse me, I’m sorry, Saionji-san. …… You dropped your eraser. ……”
When the boy said this, a nearby girl noticed him and said,
“Idiot! There’s no way Saionji-san is using a small eraser with rounded corners like that!”
“Ah! Ah! That’s right! Excuse me, Saionji-san! I apologize! I’ll eat this dirty little eraser myself!”
The distance between me and my classmates is about a million light-years away.
By the way, I use erasers to the limit, so the dirty little eraser that was munched on by the boy is definitely mine.
All of my classmates still call me with “san”, and when I talk to them, they somehow use honorifics. It’s sad. I really want to be called by a frank nickname like Yuririn or Saichiyun.
However, I didn’t have the skills to cheerfully enter into a circle and make people laugh with my charm.
I’ve always been the type to joke around with my good friends, but when they act like that, I can’t joke around.
“I just saw Sakura-kun!”
I heard a voice bursting from the edge of the classroom and looked in that direction.
“Oh, you saw him?”
“Hehehe. I got my energy up from a good-looking guy in the morning.”
“Oh, I envy you! I mean, why? Why is Sakura-kun not in our class?”
“Don’t talk so loud. He’ll hear you. Come on.”
I followed them down the hallway and saw Sakura Souji walking down the hallway with a straight back.
Just walking around attracts people’s attention. This person, who had abilities that made me tired just thinking about it, walked straight ahead without seeming to care about stares, but was soon surrounded by girls who blocked his path.
Even though he was surrounded, he was a head taller than the girls, so they could see his face.
It’s true that his face, with its dignified structure at a glance, but with a delicate touch of danger in it, is probably the most popular among women. It’s not a trendy face, but a traditional beauty from ancient times. It is not a fashionable face, but a traditional beauty that has been around since ancient times, and with the addition of a boyish sexiness, it has become a gap of only one micron.
In addition, he excels in academics and athletics. There was no way he could be left alone.
But this Sakura-shi, despite all the fuss, has no bad reputation and doesn’t seem to take an equal interest in anyone.
He doesn’t seem to be interested in women, and even when he does talk to them, he doesn’t really engage in conversation, or he’s very guarded.
It became a kind of nobility that everyone idolized. After some of the brave ones were rejected, there was no one to challenge him, and nowadays he has become everyone’s common property.
There is a mysterious unspoken agreement in place regarding him, that as long as you don’t touch him, people won’t have anything to fear from you. As for me, I don’t need to talk to him for the rest of my life to avoid making enemies with girls.
“Oh, I love it, I love it, Totally my type”
“Not just you, everyone thinks the same.”
I wonder if that’s true. Not my type, I guess.
I reply in my brain without being asked.
If it’s the opposite sex I’m looking for, I want someone with an interesting face that doesn’t make me nervous. A kind and talkative personality that can keep talking even if I just say “Hoi” or “Soiya,” and eat a delicious beef bowl with me without attracting attention.
But first, I want a female friend.
I envied the kids who were always joking around in class. Imitating the teacher and saying things like, “You guys always do that!” or “Excuse me!”. They never did that to me. I want to joke around as much as I can. I want to have a natto-spreading party.
I want to eat natto. I’m sorry for saying “spreading “. I’m going to eat every last one of them.
I’ll buy some on the way home. I buy natto as a snack with my allowance and eat it secretly.
We don’t have a lot of Japanese food on our dining table due to the hobbies of everyone except me.
The table is lined with dishes with names in katakana. Soup instead of miso soup. It’s not that I don’t like some-uniere, some-glace, something-pazza, and some-chah rillettes ……, but the things that don’t appear on the regular menu are the treats for me. If it is beef, I would rather have a beef bowl than roast beef or beef stroganoff.
The cute bug in my stomach agreed with me.
I want a beef bowl.
But my favorite chain gyudon restaurant is not near me. I didn’t dare to go there unless I was with some of my friends from junior high school who had left for higher education. The one in the convenience store is not the same, and I want to eat there.
I want to eat it.
I wonder how long since I have eaten a gyudon.
I wondered how long since I had played around.
I had friends at the escalator girls’ school I went to until junior high school. When my parents moved to a new house, I came to this high school, which was the most academically advanced school around the new house. I should have continued to go to my old school even though it was far away.
Oh, I want to be ridiculous.
I want to make funny faces at my friends and laugh at them.
The girls are distant, and of course, I don’t have any male friends. Sometimes a guy with a strong character would try pick up on me in a weird way, but no normal guy would even talk to me. It’s boring. Reality is boring.
There’s a place I go when I’m bored and my thoughts have settled. That’s where I went.
I was born in the wrong house.
I was so uncomfortable with my family’s culture that I thought I would never be able to get used to it.
My name is Saionji Yuria. First of all, the surname was not good, it was too elegant and graceful for me. It didn’t suit me at all. My name and my inner life don’t match. I think I would look better with a joke name like “Omurice Yamayakan” or something like that.
My father is a big man in a clothing company. I don’t really know how big he is or what he does. It seems to be a very famous company, but I’m not interested in it, so I don’t know much about it either.
My mother is a former violinist. She has a very expensive violin, but I’ve never seen or touched it.
My sister used to be a model for a fashion magazine, but recently she started acting in dramas and movies. I only watch comedy movies at home, so I don’t watch the ones my sister is in because I find them boring.
They are all good-looking. Wealthy. People often look at us as if we are very wealthy. But it’s just that my mother’s family is wealthy, and our family itself is not that wealthy. It’s not that bad. We don’t have a private jet, and we don’t have a cook.
Growing up in such a family, I was never interested in fashion, music, or entertainment, and the mysterious parties that I was taken to every once in a while were just a pain. All the members of my family were often invited to parties in different fields, and sometimes they would try to take me along in the confusion.
In order to avoid this, I studied.
Not many people would interrupt me when I was studying. To avoid all sorts of troublesome events, I devoted myself to studying. As long as I did that, my human rights in my family were guaranteed.
Even though I didn’t become the best student in my grade, I was satisfied with myself. My satisfaction level is so low that I am easily satisfied and I do not have much ambition.
I was the dull, unenthusiastic daughter of a brilliant and cultured family. I felt as uncomfortable as if there were only one hot steamed meat bun pretending to be a macaroon among all the macaroons. But, I prefer meat buns to macaroons.
However, because I look so much like my family, not many people know about my embarrassing inner self.
I don’t like to dress up, but my older sister, who could not stand the sight of me being sloppy, has my hair done once a month by a hairdresser she knows. Once a month seems very frequent to me, but my sister goes once a week. She also goes to beauty salons and nail salons and seems to be very busy. I’d rather stay home and watch stupid comedy movies than go to such places.
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It was March, the end of winter.
I had been in high school for almost a year now, but I felt isolated.
It’s not that I’m being bullied or anything. I don’t think they hate me.
It’s just that I’m kind of kept at a distance.
I get a lot of stares, but they don’t seem to get along with me.
For example, when I bumped shoulders with a female student. Normally, you would just laugh and say, “Sorry, sorry”. But instead, I was apologized to, like “hiee Saionji-san! I’m very sorry”.
It was the same the other day. A nearby male student spoke to me with a very nervous expression on his face.
“Excuse me, I’m sorry, Saionji-san. …… You dropped your eraser. ……”
When the boy said this, a nearby girl noticed him and said,
“Idiot! There’s no way Saionji-san is using a small eraser with rounded corners like that!”
“Ah! Ah! That’s right! Excuse me, Saionji-san! I apologize! I’ll eat this dirty little eraser myself!”
The distance between me and my classmates is about a million light-years away.
By the way, I use erasers to the limit, so the dirty little eraser that was munched on by the boy is definitely mine.
All of my classmates still call me with “san”, and when I talk to them, they somehow use honorifics. It’s sad. I really want to be called by a frank nickname like Yuririn or Saichiyun.
However, I didn’t have the skills to cheerfully enter into a circle and make people laugh with my charm.
I’ve always been the type to joke around with my good friends, but when they act like that, I can’t joke around.
“I just saw Sakura-kun!”
I heard a voice bursting from the edge of the classroom and looked in that direction.
“Oh, you saw him?”
“Hehehe. I got my energy up from a good-looking guy in the morning.”
“Oh, I envy you! I mean, why? Why is Sakura-kun not in our class?”
“Don’t talk so loud. He’ll hear you. Come on.”
I followed them down the hallway and saw Sakura Souji walking down the hallway with a straight back.
Just walking around attracts people’s attention. This person, who had abilities that made me tired just thinking about it, walked straight ahead without seeming to care about stares, but was soon surrounded by girls who blocked his path.
Even though he was surrounded, he was a head taller than the girls, so they could see his face.
It’s true that his face, with its dignified structure at a glance, but with a delicate touch of danger in it, is probably the most popular among women. It’s not a trendy face, but a traditional beauty from ancient times. It is not a fashionable face, but a traditional beauty that has been around since ancient times, and with the addition of a boyish sexiness, it has become a gap of only one micron.
In addition, he excels in academics and athletics. There was no way he could be left alone.
But this Sakura-shi, despite all the fuss, has no bad reputation and doesn’t seem to take an equal interest in anyone.
He doesn’t seem to be interested in women, and even when he does talk to them, he doesn’t really engage in conversation, or he’s very guarded.
It became a kind of nobility that everyone idolized. After some of the brave ones were rejected, there was no one to challenge him, and nowadays he has become everyone’s common property.
There is a mysterious unspoken agreement in place regarding him, that as long as you don’t touch him, people won’t have anything to fear from you. As for me, I don’t need to talk to him for the rest of my life to avoid making enemies with girls.
“Oh, I love it, I love it, Totally my type”
“Not just you, everyone thinks the same.”
I wonder if that’s true. Not my type, I guess.
I reply in my brain without being asked.
If it’s the opposite sex I’m looking for, I want someone with an interesting face that doesn’t make me nervous. A kind and talkative personality that can keep talking even if I just say “Hoi” or “Soiya,” and eat a delicious beef bowl with me without attracting attention.
But first, I want a female friend.
I envied the kids who were always joking around in class. Imitating the teacher and saying things like, “You guys always do that!” or “Excuse me!”. They never did that to me. I want to joke around as much as I can. I want to have a natto-spreading party.
I want to eat natto. I’m sorry for saying “spreading “. I’m going to eat every last one of them.
I’ll buy some on the way home. I buy natto as a snack with my allowance and eat it secretly.
We don’t have a lot of Japanese food on our dining table due to the hobbies of everyone except me.
The table is lined with dishes with names in katakana. Soup instead of miso soup. It’s not that I don’t like some-uniere, some-glace, something-pazza, and some-chah rillettes ……, but the things that don’t appear on the regular menu are the treats for me. If it is beef, I would rather have a beef bowl than roast beef or beef stroganoff.
The cute bug in my stomach agreed with me.
I want a beef bowl.
But my favorite chain gyudon restaurant is not near me. I didn’t dare to go there unless I was with some of my friends from junior high school who had left for higher education. The one in the convenience store is not the same, and I want to eat there.
I want to eat it.
I wonder how long since I have eaten a gyudon.
I wondered how long since I had played around.
I had friends at the escalator girls’ school I went to until junior high school. When my parents moved to a new house, I came to this high school, which was the most academically advanced school around the new house. I should have continued to go to my old school even though it was far away.
Oh, I want to be ridiculous.
I want to make funny faces at my friends and laugh at them.
The girls are distant, and of course, I don’t have any male friends. Sometimes a guy with a strong character would try pick up on me in a weird way, but no normal guy would even talk to me. It’s boring. Reality is boring.
There’s a place I go when I’m bored and my thoughts have settled. That’s where I went.
