Then came the day of our date.
We were supposed to meet at the station closest to the university at 11:00 a.m., but I woke up at 6:00 a.m. and got ready in front of the bathroom sink by myself.
“Wax ……, I’m finally getting used to this.”
I was so impressed with my hair that my voice leaked out when I saw it all done up in front of the mirror.
In fact, during first period yesterday, Hinata had given me some advice on wax that would suit my hair type, and I had bought some hard type wax on my way home.
Then, I found that I could easily set my hair the way I wanted, which I thought was going to be a struggle.
I knew I’d better learn how to live from the cheerful girls.
Besides, Hinata had short hair and seemed to know quite a bit about boys’ hair.
Until high school, I thought I would never be able to understand girls like Hinata, but surprisingly, after talking to her, I think I’m going to be okay.
“……wait, I’m going on a date with Sakimiya-san today, so I need to think about Sakimiya-san, not Hinata.”
Come to think of it, Sakimiya-san said she wanted to go to a fashionable café in Harajuku for our date.
I haven’t been to a café in years.
My hometown didn’t even have the popular Snow Tops chain of cafes, so I’m not very familiar with cafes or stylish restaurants.
I used to go to Jiro and Ikebukuro with the fat pizza guy Suzuki and others
(At any rate, I must not disappoint Sakimiya-san today.)
I’m so motivated right now that it’s hard to believe that I’m a shady guy who until recently was thinking about dropping out of school after failing to make his college debut.
After finishing setting my hair, I stand in front of the mirror once again in my outerwear.
“Now I …… look like a cheerful guy!”
I guess I’m a shady guy if I’m saying that.
After getting ready in the morning, I left my apartment and headed for the station.
(I read on the Internet yesterday that the basic rule of dating is to be at the meeting place one hour before the date and simulate the date.)
But for someone like me, who only has a poor imagination when it comes to love, it is impossible to simulate a date.
So today, no matter how unfamiliar I am with dating, I just have to try to make Sakimiya-san have fun.
“….I’m at the station, but is Sakimiya-san here yet?”
When I arrived at the station, it was still an hour before the date and Sakimiya san had not arrived yet.
I was still an hour ahead of time, so was I too early?
“I wonder if Sakimiya-san …… has arrived yet.”
I was nervous about the date, but at the same time, I couldn’t suppress my feelings.
Sakimiya san is as cute as an idol (the clothes, well, I have the impression that it depends on the person), after all, she is used to dating and so on.
Of course, she probably had boyfriends in high school. ……
(Oh man, …… I’m starting to feel even more unsure of myself.)
If she told me that dating an ex-boyfriend was more comfortable, I would definitely quit college. ……
“Haa. ……”
“—Thanks for waiting, Kazakiri-kun!”
As I was waiting in front of the station with my shoulders slumped, I suddenly heard a clear voice coming from behind me.
I reflexively turned toward the voice.
“S-Sakimiya-san!”
That neat face covered by straight hair with the already familiar pink and red inner color and a black mask.
Today’s fashion was a bright pink one-piece dress with a large bow on the chest and a shiny black leather jacket.
Sakimiya-san approaches with the steady thumping of her high-heeled long boots.
Oh, oh …… landmine fashion looks different from yesterday.
If she was wearing this and holding a big can of chuhai (cocktail of shochu with tonic water), she’d just be a landmine girl,…….
“Kazakiri-kun? What’s wrong?”
“Ah, uh, um…”
“Maybe …… I wasn’t very cute?”
“No, of course not! It’s cute! You look good in pink, Sakimiya-san!”
“……”
When I said this as frantically as a geek would say it, Sakimiya-san stopped talking and turned her face away from me.
What’s wrong? maybe think she thought I was creepy!
Or did I offend her……?
“Sakimiya, san?”
“If you praise me that much, …… I’ll be so happy, so don’t.”
“Ah, I-I’m sorry! I’ll try not to praise you any more.”
“That’s no good. Give me more praise.”
“Which!?”
Sakimiya-san smiled as she removed her mask and said, “fufu”.
C …… cute …… Sakimiya-san.
“Kazakiri-kun, you look even cooler today, don’t you?”
“Eh,…… I-is that so?”
It has been 18 years of hard work.
For the first time in my life, someone other than my parents told me I looked good.
The last time someone said that to me was at the entrance ceremony of my elementary school when I took a picture with my mother in front of the school gate saying, “You look so cool!”
I’ve never had anyone say that to me since then. (By the way, when I was in junior high and high school, I was in the height of my rebellious phase and my parents shuttered the camera silently)
“Kazakiri-kun, your hair, eyes, nose, neck, clothes, ankles, socks, shoes, …… everything is cool, you know?”
Eh, what did you say?
I don’t know, but Sakimiya-san complimented me a lot.
(I’m so happy to be praised,……, I guess it was worth all the hard work.)
“Well, let’s go, Sakimiya-san.”
“yeah”
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