It's a romantic comedy for everyone, so why am I the only one single?

The eyes were a color between brown and red, devoid of any sparkle or brightness, as if they hadn't woken up properly.

Her skin was very fair, and you could even vaguely see pale blue veins.

Her face was very clean and beautiful, a beauty that was in no way inferior to Hori Kyoko. Most importantly, her personality traits were exceptionally distinct.

"Nothing? Slow-witted? Naturally clueless?"

Iura Hide, who was initially shocked and thought he was being harassed, immediately had these words pop into his head and his eyes lit up.

A girl with no personality traits! And so beautiful at that! She probably only exists in the world of anime, right?

"The world of anime is the best!"

While inwardly screaming, Iura Hide coughed twice, pretending to be calm as he took the panties from the girl's hand, glanced at the tag, and said, "This should be size M, corresponding to a waist of 61 to 67 cm and a hip measurement of 85 to 93 cm."

It's no wonder he knows so much about it; it's just that it's written on the label, but the girl in front of him with no personality or emotional intelligence doesn't seem to care.

"To 67? 85 to 93?"

The girl glanced at the chubby bra in Iura Hide's hand, then looked down at herself. In the astonished gaze of Iura Hide, whose eyes were practically popping out of their sockets, she reached down and took off the chubby bra from under her skirt, placing it in his hand.

"Could you help me check what size this is?"

Feeling the soft touch of his hand still carrying a faint warmth, and the unique scent wafting to his nose, Iura Hide leaned back strategically, completely stunned.

"I go!"

"Is this the thought process of a girl with no money, no status, and no emotional intelligence?"

"H- ...

His gaze met the girl's pure, innocent eyes, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Iura Hide took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the many thoughts surging in his mind and the surging hot blood in his body. His fingers stiffly spread out his chubby C and compared them.

"This should also be size M, the same size as this one."

Fearing the girl might not understand, Iura Hide deliberately added an extra explanation.

Sure enough, the girl finally understood.

"I see."

"Phew~" Iura Hide let out a long sigh of relief.

"Although she didn't even say thank you, well, she's a 'cold-blooded' girl, and a naturally naive one at that, so it's pretty normal~"

As Iura Hide watched the girl leave with her panties, a smile crept onto his lips.

then

"Ah?"

What's in my hand?

Iura Shu looked down at the original flavored fat C in his hand and was completely dumbfounded.

If what he has in his hand is the original chubby crotch that the girl took off earlier, then what did the girl just take away?

Thoughts such as 'going braless', 'not paying', and 'that guy probably did it on purpose' instantly popped into Iura Hide's head.

"Wait a moment--"

Without thinking twice, Iura Hide hurriedly tried to chase after the girl with no connections.

But the next second, the voice of Kitagawa Kaimu behind him made him freeze and stop in his tracks.

"Huh? What did you say, senior?"

Kitagawa Kaimu, who was tidying up the shelves, poked her head out and looked over curiously.

At that moment, Iura Hide felt all the blood rush to his head, and his brain, like a CPU overload, crashed again, making it impossible for him to think.

"nothing!"

Instinctively, with the fastest hand speed he had ever used, Iura Hide stuffed the original fat C-shirt into his pants pocket, then withdrew the step he had just taken, pretending to be nonchalant, and returned to the back of the cashier.

"I might have to leave a little early later," Iura Hide explained somewhat guiltily, his voice trembling slightly.

Fortunately, Kitagawa Kaimu was probably too far away to hear it; she was just curious about why he had taken leave.

Upon learning that Iura Hide was going to a hair salon, she was overjoyed and recommended the hair salon where she used to work as a hair model.

The reason it was "in the past" was because she didn't want Iura Hide to misunderstand, so she had already quit all her other part-time jobs as a fashion model, magazine model, and hair model last month.

If Iura Hide goes to the hair salon she recommended and finds a hairstylist she's on good terms with, he'll definitely start talking about her, right?

Then, wouldn't Iura Hide then find out that those men who seemed close to her were just colleagues she met during her part-time job, and that she had already severed ties with them by resigning?

"Haha! Hai Meng! You're a genius!!!"

Kitagawa Kaimu felt a surge of pride when she saw Iura Hide diligently write down the name and location of the barbershop, as well as the name of the hairstylist.

However, she had no idea that at this moment, Iura Hide's mind was filled with the image of that mysterious, emotionless girl.

and also

"How much did that fat C cost again?"

Stealthily avoiding Kitagawa Kaimu's gaze, Iura Hide pretended to pass by and glanced at the prices marked on the shelf without leaving a trace.

"Nyon? That's not too expensive!"

Having just gone on a shopping spree the day before yesterday, buying eight newly released CDs in one go, he doesn't have much money left in his pocket.

"By the way! Can anyone tell me if hair dyeing is very expensive in Japan?"

Iura Shu suddenly stopped in his tracks, realizing a very serious problem. Having never dyed his hair before, he had absolutely no idea how much it cost!

"Arnold—"

"Smimasai!"

"Is Tony here?"

In the end, Iura Hide mustered up the courage to ask Tony, the stylist introduced by Kitagawa Kaimu, for a 10% discount without becoming a member.

There's nothing I can do about it; dyeing your hair is just so expensive!

Even with a 10% discount, it still costs yen? I should have just bought a bottle of hair dye and dyed my hair myself!

Despite the high price, to be fair, this stylist, Tony, who always sports a delicate, effeminate gesture and looks rather effeminate, actually has excellent skills.

While dyeing his hair, I also trimmed his hairstyle. Based solely on his simple description, I perfectly achieved the effect he wanted. When it falls naturally, it looks almost exactly like Gojo Satoru's hairstyle after he takes off his eye patch.

Combined with his already handsome appearance, he looks much better than his previous green hair!

Then, as if showing off his skills, Tony applied hair wax and styled it a couple of times.

The original hairstyle of Gojo Satoru was suddenly transformed into the hairstyle of Lu Guang in Time Agent.

"hiss--"

"If I were to use the 'Man-Slaying One-Sword Style' again now, its destructive power would be several times greater, right?"

Looking at himself in the mirror, Iura Hide couldn't help but think excitedly. To be honest, he was even a little impressed with his own handsomeness.

"But wouldn't it be too conspicuous to go to school with such a head of white hair?"

Iura Hide realized this somewhat belatedly, and felt inexplicably nervous and ashamed.

However, the thought that this was a two-dimensional world, especially in Hori and Miyamura where people had hair of all colors—red, green, purple, yellow—made him relax again.

"It's just a head of white hair, right? When I become a popular singer, a bestselling light novelist, and a manga artist, won't I be much more eye-catching than this? I'll just consider this a pre-emptive adjustment~"

Iura Hide looked at himself in the mirror, silently preparing himself mentally.

However, the next second, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his expression changed.

"Oops!"

"I spent all my money on hair dyeing!"

Now, he can't even afford the tuition for a comic book tutoring class, let alone the lunch money for the next two weeks!

At that moment, Hideaki Iura immediately thought of his good brother, Toru Ishikawa.

It's one thing to freeload a meal once or twice, but to freeload every day is a different story. You know, even couples in Japan split the bill when they eat out or go shopping together.

"How about we borrow some from Kiko? And then mooch some from Ishikawa? That should be enough to get by for the rest of the month, right?"

As for learning comics

"That's it! I can go to the art club or comics club to check things out first. If there's anyone in the school's clubs who's really good at it, then I can just use my votes for free for a while, right?"

"Haha! I'm so clever!"

Under the deep night sky, on the streets illuminated by colorful neon lights, Iura Hide, having found a solution, couldn't help but quicken his pace with excitement.

Meanwhile, Toru Ishikawa, who was lying in bed holding his phone, wondering how to chat with Kyoko Hori, and Motoko Iura, who was diligently doing her homework in her room, both suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason.

"Huh? Could it be that Hori-san is thinking about me too?"

Ishikawa Toru's spirits lifted, as if he had received some kind of signal, and he immediately started typing with the speed of someone who had been single for seventeen years.

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Chapter 11 This little sister is good in every way, except she loves studying too much.

"Tadaima~~~"

"Oh, Xiu's back—pfft!"

Grandpa, who was drinking tea and reading the newspaper in the living room, turned his head and glanced at it. The next second, he spat out the tea in his mouth.

"Xiu, you—"

"Hey, isn't he handsome?"

"Uh"

"Is Kiko doing her homework in her room?"

"Um"