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(Kuroi Amana)
The table by the window in the school cafeteria was drawing all sorts of stares.
“Wow, she’s sooo cute.”
“Aww. Just looking at her is so soothing~”
“Hey, don’t stare so much. That’s rude.”
“Your face is all red too, isn’t it!”
No matter how many times I’m bathed in gazes of admiration, envy, praise, and affection, it always feels good.
I’ve been on the receiving end of this countless times as a VTuber, but the thrill of having my need for validation satisfied is irresistible.
I’ve reached the point where I can’t live without it anymore.
“Hey, which one do you prefer?”
“Well, I’d have to say Hanazawa-san. The first-year girl is cute too, though.”
“Yeah, I guess so~. She’s a model, and she’s so talented!”
…If Hanazawa weren’t right in front of me, I’d probably be happier.
I suppressed my irritation and put on a bright smile.
“Hanazawa-senpai, what on earth made you decide to treat me to lunch?”
“I saw you at school this morning. When I found out we went to the same high school, I just really wanted to see you again after so long.”
I came here because I was following you.
And yet, it’s been over a month since I enrolled, and this is the first time you’ve even acknowledged me… It’s infuriating. But you’ve always been like this.
“You haven’t changed a bit, Hanazawa-senpai. That impulsive side of you. You’ve got this weird drive.”
“Haha, maybe so. On the other hand, you’ve changed quite a bit, Amana.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You didn’t used to have this ‘little devil’ vibe like you do now.”
Well, that’s true.
If you don’t believe you’re cute, you can’t dress the way you want. You end up choosing safe, generic styles.
You’d suppress your true self, afraid of standing out and being mocked. Most of us were forced to live like commoners, and I was no exception.
“That might be true, but I just stopped holding back—I haven’t really changed.”
But I was the cutest girl in the world.
Everyone says so on my streams, and the skyrocketing subscriber count proves it.
Since I was a princess, it was only natural that I should dress however I pleased.
“Hmm, I see. That’s fine, then.”
“What exactly is ‘fine’?”
“I was just worried since it was a character you created.”
“I didn’t create it. And even if I had, it wouldn’t go beyond the realm of a persona.”
“True. Then it’s okay. Next, can I ask about your type?”
Hanazawa asks cheerfully.
Her smug attitude makes me feel like she’s sizing me up, which is infuriating. If I get the chance, I’ll make it clear that she stole my boyfriend.
“Well, someone who knows their place, I suppose.”
I am a princess. It’s unthinkable for me to be with anyone other than a prince.
Even among my fans, there are otaku who get the wrong idea and try to hit on me. Since commoners and I are no match for each other, I want them to know their place.
“Hmm, hmm. This one’s good too.”
“What do you mean, ‘good’? …Oh.”
She’s assessed my actions from this morning—whether I was hitting on him or just that kind of person—and felt relieved.
She confirmed my type and felt relieved that I’m different from that senior who tends to defy authority without knowing his place.
I see, I see. I get Hanazawa’s scheme now.
Sure enough, she’d seen what happened this morning, and there’s no doubt I’ve taken the bait for lunch. If I were to speak for this girl’s inner thoughts, it would go something like this:
[Oh no! My favorite guy is going to be snatched away by the super-cute Amana~ boo-hoo! Ugh, if Amana’s serious, he’ll be charmed over in a heartbeat! I’ve got to find out if he’s her type or not~!]
I smirk inwardly.
If that’s the case, my plan is clear.
I need to make her think I’m that type and deal a blow to Hanazawa’s heart.
“No, nothing.”
“Really? Do you have any other questions?”
“Wait, is that okay!?”
Seeing Hanazawa’s eyes sparkle, the corners of my mouth turn up.
“Yes, of course! I’m so happy to be asked questions by you, Senpai!”
“Wow, Amana, you’re so kind!”
“Yes! I’ll give you a loooong answer!”
“Alright then, Teten, Question Number One! What do you look for in a boyfriend?”
“Hmm, what do you think? For me, looks and money don’t really matter—I’d prefer someone who works hard. For example, someone who’s really into making videos or something like that—I’d want to support them~”
“Oh, I see! That makes sense! Alright, question number two! What are your hobbies, Amana?”
“Games and manga, I guess! I’d love to hang out and play together at home~”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Then, question number three! Do you like older guys? Or younger ones?”
“Definitely older guys! Specifically, someone a year older would be perfect~. It would be the best if they were a senior at my school!”
“Whoa!!”
…Huh? Wait, that’s not the reaction I expected.
I inwardly tilt my head at Hanazawa, who’s flashing a sparkling smile.
Could my guess have been off? She seems totally happy, and it just makes my opinion of her as a senior go up. Now that I’ve said it out loud, I’m starting to think it might actually be nice.
“Alright, question four. What kind of romance do you dream of?”
“Um, well… if we’re just talking about dreams, maybe a forbidden love? A romance where you can ignore feelings of guilt. I guess I’d like to fall for someone that deeply.”
As soon as she said that, Hanazawa’s face clouded over.
It was clearly dark and gloomy. The blood drained from her face, leaving her looking pale as a sheet.
I smirked.
My hunch was right after all. She couldn’t hide her fear of a love triangle.
“Hanazawa-senpai~♡ Did I say something weird or something~?”
“Ah, ah, no. Yeah, you didn’t say anything weird.”
My heart leapt as Hanazawa shook her head vigorously and returned to her usual smile.
Putting on a brave face, huh?
“Is that so! Then please ask me as many questions as you like! I’ll answer them all for you♡”
After that, I continued answering questions for Hanazawa, who was putting on a brave face and pretending to be calm.
“Thank you! Amana! Can I contact you again?”
“Sure!”
After we finished eating, I said goodbye to Hanazawa, who was still putting on a brave face.
I couldn’t hold back my laughter, so I covered my mouth with my hand as I headed back to the classroom.
Heh, heh heh. Serves her right.
Even though I felt refreshed, I couldn’t shake a slight sense of unease.
Because I’d answered too many times when asked about my type, he’d started to seem like a decent person. Even though he’s just a fool who thinks it’s his duty to cater to me.
It’s kind of annoying. Even though I finally managed to teach that hateful Hanazawa a lesson.
Ugh. This sucks. I’ll vent my frustration by playing the collaboration stream. I need to discipline him anyway.
Once I made up my mind, I felt relieved.
My steps toward the classroom felt lighter than usual.
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