Boku no Kanojo wa Boku no Koto ga Suki Janai
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Wait, it saids final chapter v.2 chp.14,
looks liked this got axed midway.
looks liked this got axed midway.
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Since then, Chisa-chan continued to live in my room.
"Welcome back, Kota-chan!"
When I return from university, Chisa-chan comes to the entrance to greet me, just as she always does. She wears a smile that looks like pure relief.
"Today, I made dinner!"
Chisa-chan announces this proudly. She’s wearing a black T-shirt and gray sweatpants. They aren’t my clothes; they’re hers.
The other day, we moved Chisa-chan’s belongings into this room. There was so much that it wouldn't all fit in the storage, so several cardboard boxes remain stacked in the corner of the room.
"You made this, Chisa-chan?"
I peek into the pot in the kitchen to find a curry filled with large, chunky vegetables.
"You didn't have to go to all that trouble," I murmured reflexively.
Chisa-chan’s face stiffened instantly, as if I had struck her.
"Oh... was it a nuisance?"
As she peers into my face anxiously, I laugh and shake my head. "No, of course not. I just thought it must have been a lot of work for you... Did you go out to buy groceries?"
"No, I made it with what we had. There was meat in the freezer."
I remember the beef I’d frozen after a sale and nod. There’s no way Chisa-chan could have gone to the supermarket herself.
"It looks delicious. Thank you, Chisa-chan."
When I say it with a smile, she finally relaxes. She looks relieved, as if she has passed a test. Then, laughing brightly, she takes two plates from the cupboard and says, "Let’s eat!"
"Is it good?"
Chisa-chan asks tentatively from across the table.
I swallow a mouthful of curry, nod, and say, "It’s delicious."
"Oh, thank goodness..."
Chisa-chan exhales a long breath of relief before finally starting to eat her own portion.
"But still, your curry is better, Kota-chan."
"You think so? This is good too."
"No, yours is better."
She says it with a strange, definitive clarity, then suddenly looks up.
"...Um, Kota-chan."
"Yeah?"
"From now on, why don't I be the one to make the meals?"
It's a suggestion I feel like she’s made once before. Chisa-chan looks at me with a somewhat forced smile, gauging my reaction.
"You have university and your job, Kota-chan. It must be hard. But I..."
She pauses, as if hesitating to speak the next words.
"I have... nothing else to do."
Chisa-chan has nothing.
Chisa-chan dropped out of university. Once she became convinced that the incident with Igarashi-kun had spread throughout the campus, she became too terrified to attend. Because I had mentioned things like "going viral on social media," she became scared to even step outside, and she quit her part-time job as well.
In reality, Kurisaki-san never breathed a word about Chisa-chan to her friends or anyone else. Certainly not on social media. So, in the end, no one but us knows about what happened between Igarashi-kun and Chisa-chan—but I’m not going to tell her that.
"It’s okay."
I look her straight in the eyes and give her the same answer as before.
"I’ll be the one to cook."
"Is my cooking... not good?"
"It's not that."
"Then let me do it? If I don't at least do that, I'm not being useful to you at all—"
"I said it’s fine."
When I cut her off with a sharper tone, Chisa-chan flinches and falls silent.
"You don't have to do anything, Chisa-chan."
I turn a smile toward her, just like always, and tell her:
"Just being here is enough."
Chisa-chan stares at my face, looking utterly stranded. Her lips tremble as if she wants to say something, but she ultimately swallows the words. She simply nods. "Okay."
When I return to the room after my shower, Chisa-chan is sitting on the bed, staring blankly at the TV.
She doesn't have a phone anymore. We cancelled her contract the other day. Since she quit her job, she can't pay the monthly fees.
By dropping out of school, her allowance from her parents stopped too. Between the incident with Sakuma-sensei and other problems she’d caused in the past, her relationship with her family was already strained. Her dropping out was the final straw; she’s now essentially disowned.
Naturally, she couldn't pay the rent for her apartment either, so she moved out as soon as she quit school. With nowhere else to go, she tumbled into my room.
Chisa-chan has no one left but me.
"Kota-chan."
Noticing me, Chisa-chan’s face lights up with a smile. It’s a smile of relief that I’ve returned. Lately, she makes that face every time she sees me.
"Hey, come here and watch TV with me."
She beckons me over innocently. I nod and sit beside her, and she immediately leans her shoulder against mine happily. When our hands touch, she squeezes mine tightly, almost unconsciously—as if she’s afraid that if she doesn't hold on, I’ll disappear somewhere.
On the TV, there’s a segment about a surprise marriage proposal at a fireworks festival. Her name and a message suddenly appear in the fireworks, and the girl in the yukata is wide-eyed with shock.
I look at Chisa-chan; her profile is focused intently on the screen. Her lips are slightly parted, and her eyes are narrowed as if she’s looking at something blindingly bright.
"Chisa-chan."
"Mhm?"
The moment I call her name, she immediately looks away from the TV and turns toward me. She shifts her whole body to face me, waiting for my words.
The current Chisa-chan never listens to me "on the side." She stares straight into my eyes, looking somewhat anxious, yet somewhat expectant. That gaze is so incredibly fragile that it fills me with a sense of satisfaction once again.
I reach out and touch her cheek with my fingertips. When I lean in, Chisa-chan smiles happily and closes her eyes.
"I love you, Kota-chan."
"Me too."
Chisa-chan looks down and presses her forehead against mine. Her bangs brush against my eyelids.
"...Hey, Kota-chan."
"Yeah."
"When you... graduate from university..."
"Shall we get married?"
When I say the words before she can, Chisa-chan’s eyes snap open. I can see myself reflected in her large, round eyes.
"...Really?"
"Yeah."
I watch from a distance so close we’re almost touching as her cheeks and eyes slowly flush red.
What I see there isn't joy. It is simply a relief so deep it takes her breath away. There is nothing else. But she will nod. Because she has no other choice.
As if her very life has been saved, Chisa-chan looks at me with tearful eyes.
I’m certain that Sakuma-sensei, Igarashi-kun, and all of her previous boyfriends were never looked at with this expression. But I suppose I will also never see the expressions she once made for Sakuma-sensei or Igarashi-kun. Not ever.
Because...
"I love you, Kota-chan."
"Yeah."
"I love you most of all."
My girlfriend doesn't love me.
"Stay with me forever. Please."
But she can't live without me.
"...Don't abandon me."
And so, tomorrow as well, she will spend her time in this room where the clock has stopped, simply waiting for me to come home.
"Welcome back, Kota-chan!"
When I return from university, Chisa-chan comes to the entrance to greet me, just as she always does. She wears a smile that looks like pure relief.
"Today, I made dinner!"
Chisa-chan announces this proudly. She’s wearing a black T-shirt and gray sweatpants. They aren’t my clothes; they’re hers.
The other day, we moved Chisa-chan’s belongings into this room. There was so much that it wouldn't all fit in the storage, so several cardboard boxes remain stacked in the corner of the room.
"You made this, Chisa-chan?"
I peek into the pot in the kitchen to find a curry filled with large, chunky vegetables.
"You didn't have to go to all that trouble," I murmured reflexively.
Chisa-chan’s face stiffened instantly, as if I had struck her.
"Oh... was it a nuisance?"
As she peers into my face anxiously, I laugh and shake my head. "No, of course not. I just thought it must have been a lot of work for you... Did you go out to buy groceries?"
"No, I made it with what we had. There was meat in the freezer."
I remember the beef I’d frozen after a sale and nod. There’s no way Chisa-chan could have gone to the supermarket herself.
"It looks delicious. Thank you, Chisa-chan."
When I say it with a smile, she finally relaxes. She looks relieved, as if she has passed a test. Then, laughing brightly, she takes two plates from the cupboard and says, "Let’s eat!"
"Is it good?"
Chisa-chan asks tentatively from across the table.
I swallow a mouthful of curry, nod, and say, "It’s delicious."
"Oh, thank goodness..."
Chisa-chan exhales a long breath of relief before finally starting to eat her own portion.
"But still, your curry is better, Kota-chan."
"You think so? This is good too."
"No, yours is better."
She says it with a strange, definitive clarity, then suddenly looks up.
"...Um, Kota-chan."
"Yeah?"
"From now on, why don't I be the one to make the meals?"
It's a suggestion I feel like she’s made once before. Chisa-chan looks at me with a somewhat forced smile, gauging my reaction.
"You have university and your job, Kota-chan. It must be hard. But I..."
She pauses, as if hesitating to speak the next words.
"I have... nothing else to do."
Chisa-chan has nothing.
Chisa-chan dropped out of university. Once she became convinced that the incident with Igarashi-kun had spread throughout the campus, she became too terrified to attend. Because I had mentioned things like "going viral on social media," she became scared to even step outside, and she quit her part-time job as well.
In reality, Kurisaki-san never breathed a word about Chisa-chan to her friends or anyone else. Certainly not on social media. So, in the end, no one but us knows about what happened between Igarashi-kun and Chisa-chan—but I’m not going to tell her that.
"It’s okay."
I look her straight in the eyes and give her the same answer as before.
"I’ll be the one to cook."
"Is my cooking... not good?"
"It's not that."
"Then let me do it? If I don't at least do that, I'm not being useful to you at all—"
"I said it’s fine."
When I cut her off with a sharper tone, Chisa-chan flinches and falls silent.
"You don't have to do anything, Chisa-chan."
I turn a smile toward her, just like always, and tell her:
"Just being here is enough."
Chisa-chan stares at my face, looking utterly stranded. Her lips tremble as if she wants to say something, but she ultimately swallows the words. She simply nods. "Okay."
When I return to the room after my shower, Chisa-chan is sitting on the bed, staring blankly at the TV.
She doesn't have a phone anymore. We cancelled her contract the other day. Since she quit her job, she can't pay the monthly fees.
By dropping out of school, her allowance from her parents stopped too. Between the incident with Sakuma-sensei and other problems she’d caused in the past, her relationship with her family was already strained. Her dropping out was the final straw; she’s now essentially disowned.
Naturally, she couldn't pay the rent for her apartment either, so she moved out as soon as she quit school. With nowhere else to go, she tumbled into my room.
Chisa-chan has no one left but me.
"Kota-chan."
Noticing me, Chisa-chan’s face lights up with a smile. It’s a smile of relief that I’ve returned. Lately, she makes that face every time she sees me.
"Hey, come here and watch TV with me."
She beckons me over innocently. I nod and sit beside her, and she immediately leans her shoulder against mine happily. When our hands touch, she squeezes mine tightly, almost unconsciously—as if she’s afraid that if she doesn't hold on, I’ll disappear somewhere.
On the TV, there’s a segment about a surprise marriage proposal at a fireworks festival. Her name and a message suddenly appear in the fireworks, and the girl in the yukata is wide-eyed with shock.
I look at Chisa-chan; her profile is focused intently on the screen. Her lips are slightly parted, and her eyes are narrowed as if she’s looking at something blindingly bright.
"Chisa-chan."
"Mhm?"
The moment I call her name, she immediately looks away from the TV and turns toward me. She shifts her whole body to face me, waiting for my words.
The current Chisa-chan never listens to me "on the side." She stares straight into my eyes, looking somewhat anxious, yet somewhat expectant. That gaze is so incredibly fragile that it fills me with a sense of satisfaction once again.
I reach out and touch her cheek with my fingertips. When I lean in, Chisa-chan smiles happily and closes her eyes.
"I love you, Kota-chan."
"Me too."
Chisa-chan looks down and presses her forehead against mine. Her bangs brush against my eyelids.
"...Hey, Kota-chan."
"Yeah."
"When you... graduate from university..."
"Shall we get married?"
When I say the words before she can, Chisa-chan’s eyes snap open. I can see myself reflected in her large, round eyes.
"...Really?"
"Yeah."
I watch from a distance so close we’re almost touching as her cheeks and eyes slowly flush red.
What I see there isn't joy. It is simply a relief so deep it takes her breath away. There is nothing else. But she will nod. Because she has no other choice.
As if her very life has been saved, Chisa-chan looks at me with tearful eyes.
I’m certain that Sakuma-sensei, Igarashi-kun, and all of her previous boyfriends were never looked at with this expression. But I suppose I will also never see the expressions she once made for Sakuma-sensei or Igarashi-kun. Not ever.
Because...
"I love you, Kota-chan."
"Yeah."
"I love you most of all."
My girlfriend doesn't love me.
"Stay with me forever. Please."
But she can't live without me.
"...Don't abandon me."
And so, tomorrow as well, she will spend her time in this room where the clock has stopped, simply waiting for me to come home.
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