Househusband-wannabe Boy and Idol Girl - 104

A Very Popular Idol Classmate Has Taken a Liking to Me, A Person Who Doesn't Want to Work for My Whole Life.

Daininki Idol na Classmate ni Natsukareta, Isshou Hatarakitakunai Ore


Act 3 - The School Festival


"H-hello! We are Millefeuille Boys!" (Yuusuke)

When Kakihara stands in front of the stage mic and makes this announcement, the audience bursts into laughter.
It's a relief to know that the audience is responding well to our intended humor. 
Honestly, I was worried about whether the fanatic fans would throw garbage at us.

"Kakihara-ku~n, you're so cool!"
"We came to see you! Doumoto~!"
"Umm... Who's that guy on bass?"

I can hear voices like that, and I can't help but smile.
Thanks to Kakihara and Doumoto's popularity, about thirty to forty people had gathered.
It's quite impressive to have more than a class worth of people gathered here.

And crucially there, I see Nikaido as well.

"Err... before we begin, we've practiced quite a bit for this moment." (Yuusuke)

As Kakihara begins speaking, the audience gradually hushed.
This might be a testament to his charisma or his ability to lead people.

"Up until today, I have caused trouble for these two who chose to stand on this stage with me. So first of all, I would like to express my gratitude to them for still choosing to stand on this stage with me despite that." (Yuusuke)

Cut it out, aren't you embarrassed?
――――I put on a face expressing that words. Well, to be honest, I am a little embarrassed.

Doumoto seems genuinely embarrassed as he plays the cymbals discreetly.

"And to everyone who came to see our performance, thank you very much. It's just one song, but please stay with us." (Yuusuke)

Cheers erupt and fill the air.
As Kakihara starts speaking into the mic, more and more people are drawn to the sound of his voice.
There may have already been more than fifty or sixty people gathered.
But strangely enough, I don't feel nervous at all.

(That's probably because we practiced so much.)

I glance at the bass Nogi had given me.
Somehow, I never found the practice to be too difficult.
Although my fingertips would peel and I would take breaks, I felt happy knowing that I had practiced so much.

Besides, I was standing next to those girls who were performing hundreds or thousands of times larger than this at every show.
This level of pressure is nothing.

"Can you do it, guys?" (Yuusuke)

Glancing at me and Doumoto, Kakihara says so.
We don't say anything, just nod in response.

"Now, please listen――――" (Yuusuke)

Announcing the song title, Kakihara strums his guitar.
As he begins to weave the song, he captivates the audience's attention.

Once Kakihara's intro solo ends, that's when me and Doumoto join in.
The start is good. The high tension makes the tempo slightly faster, but it isn't unnaturally fast. It's much easier to keep up with than being strangely slow.

(...This is so fun.)

It's impossible to eliminate mistakes.
But compared to when we first started, it's clearly smoother, and I'm confident that I'm not dragging Kakihara and Doumoto down.
Above all, it's fun.

"!" (Rintaro)

As we enter the chorus, Doumoto's drums become even more intense.
I briefly glance at Kakihara.
Our eyes meet, and I can't help but raise the corners of my mouth slightly.
Somehow, I felt like I was being told, "Go for it."


So I step forward.
I play more intensely than usual.
Although I have a bad habit of looking at the strings while playing, today I forcibly ignore it.
As I raise my head towards the audience.

"Ah......" (Rintaro)

Everyone's eyes are fixed on us.
Without a doubt, we're the main characters in this place.
A thrilling sensation surges through my back.

This is bad, it may become addictive.

The song progresses, reaching its final chorus.
There's no need to hold anything back now.
We pour all our best into the music.
Using up every ounce of our energy is fine. We go forward with that level of determination.

As the end approaches, a poignant feeling of it all coming to an end wells up inside me.
There likely won't be another time for me to perform on stage with Kakihara and Doumoto.
So, I don't want to hold back. I put everything we practiced into this moment, with the feeling that it's okay to end here.

"――――!" (Yuusuke)

Kakihara shouts the final lyrics.
I believe we have given it our all.
Despite not being the vocalist, I find myself out of breath, placing my hands on my knees.
Then, the bass hanging from my shoulder almost scrapes the floor, so I hurriedly support it.
I don't want to accidentally damage it here.

"Come on, Rintaro. Lift your head." (Ryuuji)
"Huh?" (Rintaro)

Doumoto taps my shoulder, and I unintentionally look up.


A mix of male and female cheers shower down on us.
Of course, it's only a fraction of the enthusiasm compared to the girls' performance, but this space was undeniably created by us.

"Haah, with this the stage is set...... Go, Yuusuke?" (Ryuuji)
"Ryuuji......." (Yuusuke)

Doumoto pushes Kakihara's back, and then he steps back with me.
From here on, it's solely Kakihara's stage.

"Guys...... Thank you." (Yuusuke)
"Go for it, Yuusuke-kun." (Rintaro)

Nodding, Kakihara once again stands in front of the microphone.
After a few seconds, he raises his face and opens his mouth.

"...Finally, there's something I want to convey in this opportunity and this place." (Yuusuke)

The audience murmurs.
Declaring that he has something to convey here means attempting to carry out the school's urban legend.
The confession by Kakihara Yuusuke, who is arguably the most popular guy in the school, is sure to cause great turmoil to those who know him.

"I have, someone I've liked since my first grade. ――――Nikaido Azusa-san." (Yuusuke)

At the mention of her name, everyone's attentions are focused on Nikaido, who is among the audience.
She has a serious expression and is looking straight at Kakihara.

"Azusa, I've...... I've liked you for so long! Please, go out with me!" (Yuusuke)

Kakihara finally spoke those important words. Even without the mic, his voice is loud enough for everyone to hear.
After a moment of silence, Nikaido slowly walks to the front of the stage.

"――――If you're okay with me, then...... Yes, with pleasure." (Azusa)

Responding to Kakihara's confession, Nikaido has a joyful, happy, and seemingly fragile smile.
This moment is undoubtedly precious.
That's why it looks fleeting and has the power to sway someone's feelings.

"Ryuuji, Rintaro! I-I......!" (Yuusuke)
"Go get her. We'll take care of the stage." (Ryuuji)

Why is he willingly taking on such a troublesome task? That's what I want to say, but, well———For today, I think it's fine.
Seeing him off with a smile, Kakihara jumps off the stage and heads for Nikaido.
Then, the two hold hands and bow to us and the audience.

"It's kind of...... emotional, isn't it?" (Ryuuji)

Doumoto mutters beside me, his voice trembling slightly.
I try not to look at his face and start cleaning up the stage.
How much had he worried about Kakihara and Nikaido's relationship? Even without seeing his face, I can understand that from his voice alone.

"――――Good job, you deserved it, Kakihara." (Rintaro)

Glancing at Kakihara and Nikaido, who are being congratulated by their acquaintances, I put Kakihara's guitar into its case.

~"(This is a Translation Content of pemudatunawisata[dot]my[dot]id. so, read only on there, kay~)"~

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At a certain time, there are creatures that walk by two feet. These creatures can be divided into two by gender. These creatures are surprisingly able to pick something using things called hands.
And on a certain day, two of these creatures meet.

"Halloo~ I am Bujangga, ndesu! Nice to meet you!"
"Y, yes. Nice to meet you too, I am Fuurawan."
"Fuurawan-chan ka? Ii no namae."
"S, sangkyu."

The two greet each other due of their faces are facing each other.
They speak, breathe, blink, sweat, and so.
And after a long time passes,

"Kyaa~ Bujang-kyun."
"Daijoubu ka? Fuurawan-chan."
"D, daijoubu... desu."
"Doushita no?"
"Fuurawan-chan no kaori, suuuuggoku WANGY, hmmmmmppppsshhh ahhhh wangyyyy."
"Mou~ Bujang-kyun no eccchi~."

On a certain day, these two meet and have lunch because they are hungry.
The boy orders fried rice while the girl orders a serve of seasoned rice being processed by frying.
For the drinks, the boy orders hot chocolate while the girl orders a cup of chocolate that has not been cold yet.
They eat their food.
They also feed some spoons with each other.
They then having a leisure exchange.

"Ikeh, yaru?"
"Ikeh, tanoshii, kimochii, ore, ganbarimasu!!!"
"Dame ka?"
"Dame nanoka."
"Ee, haayaakuuu~"

The two of them are having exercise, training, and workout, then.
When they finished, then they restarted.
And when they finished, the boy pleaded for the second.
Then when they finished, this time in the girl who asked the third.
And when they finished, the boy once again pleaded for the fourth.
Then when they finished, the girl also once again asked for the fifth.
And so on.


On the other occasion,
On a day that is not a night.
That day the sun is shining brightly because it's a day and 12:00 o'clock.
The day is bright and the sun has not been set yet.
The breeze can be felt due to the air is flowing.
As he is breathing, a certain boy is approaching a girl.

"Yaa, kitten-chan, can I have your namae?"
"S, su, suteki~. Ah, hai. Fuurawan desu."
"Fuurawan-chan, huh. What a kirei no namae. By the way, watashi no namae is Badz Zheengan. Watashi wa Son of a Beach. Watashi came from The Pangea Selatan. Diligent in setsuyaku. Ketsueki type is I, I for Ikkehmen. Watashi no hobby wa breathing. Yoroshiku."
"Yoroshiku, Badz Zheengan-san."
"Fuurawan-chan, watashi no yubi to kimi no chawan, let's have made karera meet and unite."
"Watashi-tachi will have much tanoshi."

They have a wik wok awok koakoawaok akoawoakakwa kawkaowaoaok.
When they have done of their a wik wok awok koakoawaok akoawoakakwa kawkaowaoaok, then they re-doing again.
When they finished again, the boy pleaded for the second.
Then when they finished, this time in the girl who asked the third.
And when they finished, the boy once again pleaded for the fourth.
Then when they finished, the girl also once again asked for the fifth.
And so on.


"Fuurawan-chaaannn!!! Ikanaide!!!!."
"Gomen ne, Bujang-kun."
"Dameee, Fuurawan-chaannnn!!!"
"Sayonara, Bujang-kun."