I’m a Shy Loner and I Was Confessed to by a Beautiful Girl Who Has All the Boys in School Smitten, but It Turned Out to Be a ‘Fake Confession,’ So I Politely Declined. As a Result, I Ended Up Learning About Her Hidden Side and She Started to Cling to Me

“Waaaaaaaaah!”

Suppressing the urge to wreak havoc in my room, I keep hitting my pillow instead.

Why… why did I do such a thing…?

“I want to kiss you.”

Ahh! Ahh!

The words I said a few hours ago flash back in my mind.

Why did I kiss him!? My first kiss! Why did I give it to someone like that!?

I, Kuramiya Nene, kissed Sato Juubei, a loner and introvert from my class, just a few hours ago.

…And it was a deep one, at that.

Honestly, I don’t know whether I should be angry or cry. My emotions are a mess, and my face feels like it’s 40 degrees.

“Will you marry me?”

Nooooo!

I curl my face into the pillow on my bed and kick my legs.

What’s marriage?

Why am I proposing to an introvert? I don’t understand!

And what’s with that introvert? Why is he perfectly communicative just when it matters the most, even though he’s a loner with poor social skills!?

I hug my pillow and roll around on the carpet.

That’s not it… I just wanted someone to accept the ‘private’ me… I just wanted a friend…

But he did… he engaged respectfully with both my ‘public’ and ‘private’ selves. He said the words I had been desperately wanting to hear.

I was expecting a 100-point answer, and he gave me a 200-point one.

That’s why, unconsciously, or rather, my body moved on its own.

After all, humans are emotional beings, and emotions can’t be controlled…

“No, that makes it sound like I’m head over heels for that introvert!”

Unintentionally, I throw my pillow towards the door like I’m giving a retort to myself.

Panting, I suddenly have a thought.

Wait…? Maybe it’s not my fault, but that introvert’s fault?

Yes… that’s right! If Sato hadn’t said what he did, this wouldn’t have happened. In fact, my first kiss was stolen. Yes.

The one who stole my first time is Sato Juubei. It’s all his fault! So, he should take responsibility and marry me—

“Why does it have to be marriage, though!”

Unintentionally, I throw my pillow towards the door like I’m giving a retort to myself.

I kept going back and forth like this until the day changed.