My Romance Simulation with Them

Because they clearly recognized the short-haired girl with pink and purple hair who had appeared at the classroom door at some unknown time.

Akane Shinjo.

Second in her grade at Ocha High School.

She was second only to Nanxiang in academic performance and had a cute and pretty appearance.

Her cleavage, which was much fuller than that of her peers, was the talk of the town among the boys in her grade.

Those thighs, always encased in black stockings, often attracted the attention of many—she was truly a 'miracle girl' whom everyone loved at Ocha High School.

At that moment, a girl who was famous throughout the school appeared at their classroom door.

It seems... it's also related to Nango Toki?

Shota Shimazaki and Taiyo Tsuchiya opened their mouths, but the words they had just used to persuade their good friend Nango to stop dreaming were now stuck in their throats and they couldn't say them.

They could only stare blankly as Shinjo Akane walked in through the door and then spoke to Nango Toki with a somewhat aggressive air.

"Nanxiang! What are you doing? Didn't we agree to go see the stage play together today?"

"You've come at the right time. New strip, sew the words on it for me."

"Huh? Isn't this your class's tea ceremony?! Why do I have to do this for you?"

"Please, Shinjo, I'm really sleepy."

"...Hey, do you think that every time you encounter something, I'll be stupid enough to agree to what you say?"

"Please, Shinjo, this really can't be done without your help."

"I..."

"Shinjo, I can only ask you for help."

"...I really can't do anything with a useless guy like you...Give me the needle and thread."

Looking at Shin Tiaoqian, who skillfully threaded a needle with her beautiful, squinting eyes, she took over the mess of troublesome work from Nanxiang.

Then, looking at Nango, who had given up his workspace to Shinjo Akane and was sitting on the other side, continuing to sleep with his eyes closed.

Tsuchiya Taiyo and Shimazaki Shota exchanged a glance.

In that instant, they sensed in each other's eyes an emotion called 'the gap between people'.

But what was even more unacceptable to them was yet to come.

Under their watchful eyes, Akane Shinjo, who already possesses exceptional handicraft skills, finished sewing the lettering in just over ten minutes.

She stretched out her fair palm and showed the sewn characters in her hand to Nanxiang Shi.

"How is it, Nanxiang?"

If viewed from the perspective of Tsuchiya Taiyo and Shimazaki Shota.

The lettering sewn by Akane Shinjo has fine stitches and a rounded shape, giving it a cute, artistic feel.

This is practically perfect; it even feels like it could be sold anywhere with a price tag.

but--

"It doesn't feel right... Let's sew it again."

"Huh? No, you saw it too, it's very troublesome." Shinjo Akane's clear voice clearly revealed a hint of reluctance.

"Listen to me, I think Shinjo can do better."

"...Um...Sigh, okay."

Hearing Nango Toki's words, Shinjo Akane's delicate and lovely face softened slightly. She sighed softly, agreed to Nango Toki's request, and continued to pick up her needle and thread.

"hiss--"

Tsuchiya Taiyo and Shimazaki Shota gasped as they approached Nango Toki from behind.

"what happened?"

“Nanxiang, has anyone ever said to you, ‘You deserve to die’ before?”

"No."

"Now that you have it, you deserve to die!"

Looking at the pink-purple short-haired girl who had lowered her head again to clean up the mess for Nango, Tsuchiya Taiyo and Shimazaki Shota felt like their back teeth were going to rot.

......

"Let me make this clear first: although I helped you clean up the mess, you need to remember one thing!"

Shinjo Akane walked ahead, not forgetting to glare and berate Nango Toki, who was yawning behind her:

"I'm helping you just because I don't want you to drag my stage play down. It's not for any other reason. If you misunderstand, I'll be in trouble."

Yes.

At most, he could only help Nanxiang clean up his messes.

If Nanxiang Shi misunderstands that she likes him, she will be at a huge loss.

And if we're talking about liking...

That must mean that Nanxiang fell in love with her first, which makes the whole thing seem reasonable.

So, with that in mind, Shinjo Akane spoke up, while looking up to observe Nango Toki's reaction.

but--

Okay. Then I won't misunderstand.

Nanxiang nodded without hesitation.

“…” Shinjo Akane fell silent.

After a long while, she finally couldn't help but speak, her expression somewhat incredulous:

"I told you not to misunderstand, and you just said you didn't misunderstand?"

"What else can we do?"

"you--"

"What now? New article?"

"nothing!"

Akane stomped her foot hard, gritting her teeth.

This guy—she's absolutely furious.

Although she was the one who said those words.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't care about his thoughts at all.

How come this guy doesn't even understand this much?

Just how slow do we have to be?

Do I really have to confess my feelings to him, just like I remember in my mind?

Besides, I had just tried so hard to help him.

As a result, I haven't received a single kind word, and I'm still furious.

In the end, does this guy really care about me? He kept yawning while talking to me.

Is talking to me really that boring?

Feeling bored and wanting to sleep?

Am I the bed? Or am I the pillow?

Recalling how Nango had repeatedly asked her for help earlier, but now he seemed completely indifferent and yawning incessantly, Shinjo Akane couldn't help but feel disheartened.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she felt that she was probably completely manipulated by Nango Toki.

This man probably hasn't paid much attention to her from the beginning until now.

He was willing to help me write the script, probably only because of the favors I'd received—losing money and using his DVDs...?

My relationship with Nango Toki remains essentially just that of friends...

Ugh.

She sighed and continued walking.

"New Article".

At this moment, Nanxiang Shi, who had been following behind her, suddenly spoke up while yawning repeatedly.

"...What's up?"

Although I had already decided in my heart to ignore Nango Toki, when the other person actually spoke...

Ms. Shinjo couldn't help herself and turned her head to reply in a stiff tone.

"This is for you."

While half-yawning, Nanxiang casually pulled a stack of manuscript paper from his shoulder bag.

"This is...?"

Looking at the manuscript in her hand, and then at Nango Toki who had been yawning ever since they met, Shinjo Akane opened the manuscript with a puzzled expression, full of complaints, and looked down at it.

I really don't know what this person is thinking at a time like this...

She looked down, but after a while, she fell silent.

Because it was within her sight.

The dense annotations and revised lines of "The Monster of the Human Heart" were neatly left on the manuscript paper.

"This is...?"

Shinjo Akane opened her mouth and looked up at Nango.

"This is a simplified version of 'The Monster of the Human Heart.' After all, the stage play can't be too long, and there are still many scenes and lines that are difficult to realize, so I simplified it from beginning to end."

Nanxiang waved his hand: "It's nothing serious. I just did what I wanted to do. You don't need to take it to heart."