v01_c19_Shoujo_Manga_-_1

GJ- Bu

Volume 01

Chapter 19

Shoujo Manga - 1

After school as always. In the clubroom as always.

Sitting on his seat at the round table as always, Kyouya read a manga.

Mao sat at his side like she always did, Megumi was at the mini stove in the interior of the room, Kirara was biting down her meat and Shion was busying herself with one-man chess.

The usual day to day.

However, the manga that Kyouya was reading was not a manga aimed for boys as always, it was one aimed for girls, a so called “shoujo manga”. He successively flipped the pages of the freakishly thick monthly magazine on his hands.

It had been resting on top of the table.

He’d taken it wondering whom it belonged to. He thought that a girl oriented manga wouldn’t be any fun for a boy, but just to be sure he flipped over some pages.

It was quite readable.

There were some stories he didn’t get very well, but there were also a lot of interesting stories.

There were also a lot of romantic stories, but well, that was to be expected.

“Hu hu hu. Shinomiya-kun looks like a little rabbit caught in a trap. Already, he looks so immersed in it.”

Megumi said. Her tone of voice didn’t show if she was joking or being serious.

Kyouya gave her a bitter smile.

First of all, he had to confirm who was the person who’d brought the manga there.

“This is pretty fun.”

Kyouya said.

Megumi nodded once and closed her eyes, bringing her hand to her chest she spoke in a bright voice.

“I think you shouldn’t say you dislike things before knowing them. Boys are certainly missing out on half of the good things in life.”

Kyouya nodded.

So that was why she’d brought it with her, that was another doubt confirmed. It was an awareness campaign. Kyouya would join in too.

“It doesn’t stop with this magazine’s series, I have lots of comics. If you’d like, I can bring them from volume one. If I ask the girls from my class to collaborate, we might even get some complete series.”

“Sure, I’d like that, but...”

While answering a joyful Megumi, Kyouya turned his eyes to Mao’s direction.

“Hey, president. Come on, look over here...”

Mao was facing the wall. He shook her back.

She was the person to whom he most wanted to report the new discovery he’d made.

“Hey, president. This was pretty fun, even I can read it. Have you read it, president?”

When Mao finally turned around, he opened the book in front of her and tried showing her the story he’d liked the most.

She turned her face away at mach speed.

“Mao can’t read shoujo manga.”

“Why?”

Kyouya didn’t understand what she meant.

“Why...? Why doesn’t she read them?”

“No, it’s not that she doesn’t, she can’t. Not don’t, but can’t.”

“She can’t?”

Even after receiving that kind of explanation, he only understood her less and less.

Why? How?

“As if I could read tha-that... Dangerous thing! The characters there kiss as if it was nothing!”

Mao shook her tiny clenched fists in the air.

“Just kissing is normal, isn’t it?”

Indeed, there were several kiss scenes in the magazine he was reading today.

“That’s why I read manga for boys and light novels! Those are safe and sound! They don’t ever do something like kissing there!”

The president swung her fists even more for emphasis.

Putting a little too much vigor in it, Mao’s hand ended up hitting the corner of the table. “Kuh~” She let out a groan like that and crouched in pain.

“Err...”

Mao only calmed down after Megumi stroked her hand singing “Pain, pain, down the drain~”.

It was great that she’d calmed down, but now she turned her face away with an awfully sour expression.

“Er...”

“I, uh...”

Kyouya directed his voice to Mao. What was he supposed to say?

Was she just irritated? Was she sad? Was she angry at him? On top of that, did her hand still hurt?

Regardless of that, the earlobe that peeked out from her fluffy hair was deep red.

“I’ll bring a shounen manga with me next time.”

“One without kissing?”

“You said it yourself, they rarely have any.”

“Just rarely is no good. Definitely, definitely, definitely..., no kisses.”

She repeated “definitely” who knows how many times like an enchantment. Kyouya nodded and made that promise to her.