The Heroines Want to Fall in Love 92
by TINY FAN FICTIONThe Heroines Want to Fall in Love 92
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 92 Ability and Inability
Changed into new clothes.
Asakura Yuu hung his drenched soccer uniform in the soccer club’s rest room, using a clothes rack to dry it.
Had just left the gate.
Asakura Yuu then noticed someone beside him letting out a soft sigh of admiration…
“So cute.”
What’s cute?
Following the person’s line of sight, Asakura Yuu saw that Isshiki Iroha was taking shelter from the rain under the spectator seats, scrolling through her phone screen, chatting with someone.
“Cute, huh?”
Honestly, it was indeed cute.
“Don’t you think the soccer club’s manager is super cute?” The boy said, and Asakura Yuu only then realized he was being spoken to.
What’s this?
The Isshiki Iroha fan club coming to recruit new members?
“She’s alright, I guess.”
“What do you mean ‘alright’? Isshiki Iroha is the best!”
Okay, okay, stop talking, I still need to walk her home.
“Although it might sound a bit harsh, I still want to give you some advice – don’t put her on a pedestal.” Asakura Yuu said, then prepared to go meet up with his junior.
But the boy raised a question: “Why? She’s kind, and beautiful, you’re the weird one for treating her like that.”
“If you put a girl on a pedestal too high, when you discover the truth, you’ll get hurt.”
“…You think you’re some kind of big shot just because you’re popular, so you can talk about her like that?”
Asakura Yuu turned around, and could see the boy’s obvious anger, and said helplessly: “First-year class A’s Sato Tōru, I didn’t get your name wrong, did I? This is the attitude you should have towards a senior?”
A stalker actually dared to get in my face?
Where did you get the guts?
Who gave you the courage?
“Senior? Yes, right, Asakura-senpai!” Sato bowed, without any respect, and gave a slight nod.
“Isshiki Iroha sweats after exercising.”
“What?”
“She also goes to the bathroom, and complains about people she doesn’t like in private, and maybe even has a crush on someone?”
“…” Sato gritted his teeth.
“You might think I’m saying this from a boyfriend’s perspective, but sorry, it’s not that complicated. I treat everyone the same, no difference between guys and girls.” Asakura Yuu let out a sigh:
“Sato, I really don’t recommend treating girls like idols when you’re with them. You should get to know the real Isshiki Iroha, not the one you imagine.”
Might as well give him some advice.
Asakura Yuu thought, but found that Sato Tōru just gave a cold laugh: “You think everyone’s like you? You’re a popular kid, living a fulfilling life every day, something I can only imagine. Don’t try to understand my feelings on your own, okay?”
Here it comes, the classic school caste system, and Hachiman follows it, but you’re also following it?
“You’re a member of the kendo club, but you’re not considered popular?” Asakura Yuu stroked his chin, finding his words quite interesting: “You’re the one who’s lowering your own status, and all I can feel from you is your own inferiority complex. It’s pretty pathetic.”
It’s only natural for someone with an inferiority complex like that to become a stalker.
“Kendo? Ha! It’s not important at all!”
“I worked hard to practice kendo, all just to get close to her! I endured so much pain and hardship… ” Sato hugged his head, his voice trembling: “Why is it that you don’t have to put in any effort, but you can still get her to like you? It’s not fair! You’re just a trashy person who relies on your face to get girls to like you!”
“I put in so much effort to get into Soubu High School, but she won’t even spare me a glance! I idolized you in middle school, always talking about you… I worked hard too! Is it wrong to be average-looking and untalented?”
Asakura Yuu thought to himself, ‘I don’t want to hear it from a stalker like you.’
He spoke in a playful tone: “So, you’re saying I’m not worthy of her liking?”
“That’s right! What makes you, a trashy person, deserving of her?”
His angry voice was drowned out by the sound of the rain.
“Then I’d like to ask you, what makes you think you’re worthy? You, a stalker, can get close to her? Don’t you think you’re being disgusting? If you think of her as a perfect goddess, then aren’t your actions just defiling her?” Asakura Yuu leaned his right hand against his chin, smiling at him.
He didn’t bother trying to reason with this pervert.
Using the opponent’s own theory to counter them would leave them speechless.
See, now he can’t say a word.
Asakura Yuu pressed his advantage: “I can tell you clearly, she really dislikes you, and it’s not just a little.”
“Impossible!”
“Why is it impossible? You were probably treated kindly by her a few times in middle school, so you think she has feelings for you, that you’re special. Sorry, but that’s just you being self-deluded. A kind girl is kind to everyone.”
“…I just want to save her from someone like you. You’re the kind of person who sleeps with women every day, and you definitely won’t let her go. But as long as I’m around, you won’t be able to make a move!”
“What?” Asakura Yuu was stunned.
How can this guy be so ordinary, yet so confident?
Do people like this really exist in reality?
Giving their perverted actions a righteous name (Kotori), and using it to justify their disgusting behavior towards others without any psychological burden…
“As expected, you started walking her home after just half a month of interacting with her.”
Asakura Yuu looked up at the sky, where dark clouds gathered and rain poured down, matching his current mood: “Blaming all his misfortunes on others, then making excuses that he’s already tried his best, but just isn’t talented enough…”
“What else can I do?”
His self-deprecating tone made Asakura Yuu laugh…
“Instead of complaining about the unfairness of the world, why not try to get closer to being the best version of yourself? That’s what I think.”
“That’s easy for you to say, you’re talented! You’re just standing there, talking big, but I’ve tried my best and still can’t catch up to you!” Sato took a step forward, seemingly ready to fight, but then bit his tongue, remembering he couldn’t win against Asakura Yuu, and glared at him with resentment.
“The anger of the incompetent is laughable.” Asakura Yuu gave him a disdainful look, “If you think even trying is pointless, then just give up and become my stepping stone, idiot!”
“You…”
“What, do you want me to comfort you?” Asakura Yuu opened his umbrella and, before leaving, turned back to say, “I’m not your parent, I don’t have to be nice to you or tolerate your immaturity. Talking to you just now was the last bit of kindness I’ll show you as a senior, don’t think you can trample all over my good intentions.”
“That’s all I have to say, goodbye.”
Sato took a deep breath, watching Asakura Yuu’s back as he walked away, but ultimately didn’t have the courage to retort, and remained silent.
…………
In the audience seats.
Isshiki Iroha was holding her phone when she saw Asakura Yuu walking towards her.
“Why didn’t you respond to my messages?” she asked.
“My phone ran out of battery.”
“?” You’re not even trying to come up with a decent excuse, are you?
“No, I was just joking… I was talking to that stalker who’s been following you, and I didn’t notice my phone.”
“What did you talk to him about? Are you okay?” Isshiki Iroha asked with concern.
“I’m fine.”
Asakura Yuu shook his head and said, “I just realized that I really can’t understand the mindset of a simp.”
It’s pitiful to devote your love to someone who’s just a fantasy.
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