Surprisingly, despite their appearance, they seemed to have some sense, and when I said Yuna was with me, they backed off gracefully.
You shouldn’t judge people by their looks.
Even if they’re zombies, you shouldn’t judge by appearance.
「You can do it if you try.」
She snorts in satisfaction and spreads her arms.
Does she want a hug?
But apparently, Yuna didn’t mean that, as she shakes her head with an exaggerated sigh.
「Fool. There’s something you say at the start of a date, right?」
「Sorry to keep you waiting. Did you wait long?」
「You’re supposed to comment on my outfit.」
Indeed, it’s currently fifteen minutes before the meeting time of ten o’clock. If she had said I was late, I would have to question if I got the day wrong.
I tilted my head at the look she gave me, as if I were an idiot.
I understand the intention but not the meaning.
Wasn’t this supposed to be a so-called date event? A scheme devised by her so-called genius mind to make me a suitable partner for Nanaka.
「Haa… If you can’t say “It looks good on you” when you go on a date with Onee-chan, you’ll be in trouble, right? That’s why you’re practicing with me.」
「Ahh.」
I don’t know why she’s assuming I’ll go on a date with Nanaka, but it might indeed be troublesome.
However, before that, I can’t even recognize what she’s wearing, so no matter how much I praise her, it would just sound like a vague fortune teller’s statement.
In other words, something that applies to everyone.
「It looks good on you.」
「Are you an idiot? Who says it like that? That’s why you can’t get a girlfriend.」
「Hmm.」
If I say one thing, I get a hundred covered in gunpowder back.
If I’m not careful, my glass heart will be shattered.
I try to find a nice compliment that would please President Kusakabe Yuna, but it’s difficult when all I see is a decaying dress.
Damaged jeans were in fashion a while ago, but in her case, everything is damaged.
The only compliment I can think of is, “Are you a war veteran? It’s amazing you didn’t get hit!”
「That’s why virgins are…」
「Isn’t that harsh? Your words.」
「No one grows up with leniency.」
Yuna shrugged, exasperated by my continued thinking.
The weapon she casually threw was too strong.
「Do you think that will make you worthy of Onee-chan?」
「I don’t mind not being worthy.」
「So you want to be like a goldfish’s poop? Your standards are too low.」
It means cutting off the relationship.
She put her hands on her hips, said “Let’s go already” and started walking.
Since this date was decided the day before, there probably isn’t a proper plan, but could she at least tell her companion the general destination?
Even if I said that, I can clearly see I’d be turned away at the door, so following the saying “a wise man keeps away from danger,” I obediently follow like a loyal butler. Silence is golden.
As I walk with her, who still appears as a beautiful girl to everyone but me, I receive curious and jealous looks from the people around us.
However, after living like this for a little over a week, I’ve finally developed an unshakable spirit.
──Light Novels──
──Read Here──
The people around me are like pumpkins.
I’m just getting jealous looks from pumpkins.
Scary.
Eventually, Yuna, who had been marching silently, arrived at a shopping mall about a three-minute walk from the station. Although it’s connected to the station, it takes surprisingly long to enter from the front of the station.
「First, here.」
「Ah, we’re going to watch a movie or something.」
This shopping mall has a movie theater.
I claim movie watching as a hobby, so I visit regularly.
And in dating, movies are the classic choice. Like miso in ramen. Miso is the classic in ramen, right?
「No. We’re buying clothes.」
「Right off the bat?」
「Because your outfit is too lame!」
Harsh.
This is me trying my best to dress stylishly.
My sister even approved, saying it was “an outfit even an elementary school kid trying to act grown-up could barely pull off”, so I thought it was okay.
Wait, that’s actually quite a harsh critique. Does that mean I look like the uncool type of middle schooler?
Yuna, apparently a zombie who cares about fashion, pulls me into the shopping mall.
Sadly, since she’s a zombie, the sensation is incredible.
Well, if I think of her as the type who sweats a lot.
If I think.
If I… think…
It’s impossible.
I tried hard to see Yuna in a positive light, but my fifteen-plus years of experience as a normal human being reject it.
No, she’s a zombie. It’s impossible.
It’s barely acceptable as a friendship.
「This place should be fine.」
She stopped in front of a store where everyone loves to buy affordable clothes.
Indeed, the combination of a shopping mall and a zombie only looks post-apocalyptic.
「By the way, did you buy those clothes you’re wearing?」
「I’m wearing what my mother bought me.」
「Fuun, when did she buy them?」
「Sixth grade of elementary school… no, maybe middle school.」
「Why can you still wear them!」
Because they were oversized.
My sister’s expression “even an elementary school kid could barely pull off” captured the essence.
They were indeed bought when I was in elementary school or so.
「…Aren’t you a bit too careless?」
「You think so?」
I thought about it when she said it, and indeed, I might be careless.
After all, I can get along with a lump of meat and a zombie.
If I were a meticulous person, I’d have failed my SAN check and be out by now.
Thanks for the chap!