I’m fine being the second girlfriend Prologue Chapter 1 Part 1

The spare tire and the original life

TL/ED: Butter

The Department of Reasoning and Research department room is located on the far side of the second floor of the old school building.

It was once used as a reception room for guests, so it has a hot water kettle, a refrigerator, an air conditioner, and a complete set of sofas. It was a very comfortable space. After school, you can often hear the sound of the piano in the second music room next door. It is used as a place for a student’s practice.

“Who would you think of, if we tell you to choose our school’s belle?” said Shota Makoto, who is the student president.

This is what happened in the department room after school. As usual, I was relaxing on the couch, listening to the sound of the piano coming from next door, when he suddenly came in.

When I started school, this man told me that a reasoning researcher was about to abolish the department. Thanks to him, I lived a comfortable high school life with this room to myself until the summer of my second year.

“If you want to talk about popularity, only Rin and Hayasaka can compete with each other, right?”

Her first name is Rin, and her Surname is “Hikari,” so I found the word.

“Hikari Rin” from the homophones list to be a three-character match for Hayasaka.

“Yes”

“Which one do you like, Kirishima?”

“I was going to say that you haven’t come to play for a long time, but then you suddenly appeared”

“I remember Kirishima, you like Rin, right?”

That’s right. I once told this guy about the girls I liked.

The one I liked the most was Rin, and the second one was the shy one, Hayasaka.

The feeling of holding hands with her was still fresh in my mind.

“Kirishima, you probably like supercars, right? Like a Ferrari or a Lamborghini.”

“What do you mean?”

“After all, that’s the type of car that Rin is like. She’s like a hazy, transparent, incredible beauty.

She has long, silky hair, a slender model-like figure, and is silent and expressionless. Because she spends a lot of time alone, there is always a cold atmosphere around her.

It’s a feeling that she can only be seen from afar but not played with.”

“On the contrary, Hayasaka is like a homely domestic car.

“That’s rude.”

“I mean, if you want to get married, you have to choose a girl like Hayasaka. She seems to be clean and family-oriented. It’s like she’s a perfect student and would never cuckold her husband. That’s why more people confess to her than to Rin.

“I disagree with such a popular opinion.”

Hayasaka-san is easy-going and popular with others.

She has short shoulder-length hair and is small. She is always surrounded by people and smiling.

However, to use Makoto’s tasteless metaphor, what lies beneath her physique is a “body that doesn’t last two seconds for a reason” that runs counter to her mysterious character. In a word, a girl can make people focus on her b*****s or the hem of her dress.

“You can’t say that to yourself.”

“What’s not to say?

“I think I’d be disgusted if people knew I was looking at her in such a d***y way.

“I think she has already discovered you.

“How is that possible? Is this that Hayasaka? She’s the flower on the high mountains.

The label of cleanliness, so to speak, is the label of cleanliness.”

Even if her face is beautiful and she is famous, she will always be spotless if she doesn’t have a relationship.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered what Hayasaka-san said.

“I am not a good girl”.

I could feel that she was speaking from her heart about the stereotypes of the people around her.

“Makoto, I think that Hayasaka-san is just a very ordinary girl, right?

For example, she would want to hold the hand of a boy she was close to.

The supercar-like Rin that Makoto is talking about is also like that.

The piano sound from the music room next door suddenly changed its tune as I thought about it.

“Do you want her to be unexpectedly ordinary?

“You have too many preferences, don’t you?”

“Forget it. But even if there is a contrast, it doesn’t mean anything to us. Unless we’re dating them.”

But those two are so popular that it’s too difficult to date them, Makoto said.

“What do you think, Kirishima? Do you believe there is a possibility of a relationship between you and your heart’s love?”

“Not at all. But I don’t feel bad about it either.

“Why?”

“Because it’s expected that it’s challenging to be in a relationship with your native.

I said to him, “Think about it.

“Some people are naturally likable. Popular people, popular people. But there can only be one person who can relate to that kind of person. That way, everyone else is out of love. That’s why -“

Lost love can only find new love. That is, to fall in love with the second and third person. And not the first.

“We can only be committed to love.”

“You’re so twisted.”

“It’s true.”

Pure love is nothing but a fantasy. In reality, we are always fooling ourselves into falling in love.

“You’re in love for revenge…”

“By the way, did you come here to talk about emotions?”

No, no, Makoto denied, waving his hand.

“I came to invite you to Nozaki’s karaoke party.”

“Oh, that. But I’m a terrible singer.”

“It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. We’re just a bunch of people anyway. He’s so determined to win, so we’ll help him out.”

“I know, I know.”

I looked at the clock on the wall and replied perfunctorily.

“I’ve got things to do, I should probably go.”

“What, you don’t want to hear it finished?”

Mak pointed to the music room next door. I can hear the piano today too. But…

“I have to go visit a friend with a fever.”

“How kind.”

But then he went on to say.

“Kirishima is like that guy in that American novel who gets drunk and looks into his crush’s bedroom under the roof across the river.”

“The Great Gatsby”

“Yes, yes, that one.”

“The Great Gatsby” is a novel written by Scott Fitzgerald, who may be scolded for saying this, but it is a story about a protagonist, Gatsby, who gets drunk when he can’t chase the one he loves.

“I’m not as stuck on love as Jay Gatsby.”

“But don’t you come through the wall every day to hear your crush play the piano?”

As he said.

The one practising the piano next door is the same student.

She was inorganic, emotionally unavailable, and my favourite girl.

“For the record, I started using this room first.”

“You didn’t use it expecting it?”

“No.”

That’s right, said Mak.

“There’s no chance of getting her.”

“After all, she already has a boyfriend.”