Afterword

Afterword

L ATE, I KNOW, but…to be clear, this is another romantic comedy. Hell, everything I write is a rom-com!

Jokes aside, I don’t really write anything that doesn’t involve love in one form or another, you know? Love is what it’s all about. All you need is a little courage, and you’re set.

These days, I’m thinking that maybe I don’t need to write an afterword to begin with. Anyway, hi, Hitoma Iruma here.

This has nothing to do with Adachi and Shimamura , but I wrote this essay-like thing in Dengeki no Kanzume in April 2014. When they sent me the sample copy, I realized that my piece was the first one. If I’d known I would be first, I would’ve written a line or two bragging about it, at least! So, here I am, bragging here instead.

That reminds me—I’ve noticed a lot of my local stores closing down lately. Pork cutlet restaurants, Chinese restaurants, cafés, all places I remember from my childhood… yet, as of 2014, they’ve shut their doors for good, one after another. I get that all things have to come to an end eventually, but it’s painful to feel the passage of time through the act of saying goodbye.

Also, this is completely off-topic, but I really love Argento Soma . If you haven’t seen it, I encourage you to change that.

I’d like to give thanks and whatnot to my mother, who’s always doing a Funassyi impression, and my father, who doesn’t have a Funassyi impression.

I’m also curious about that person who gives me books from time to time—my “editor,” whatever that is. Are they doing well? I wouldn’t know.

Lastly, thank you for buying my book. Will there be another one, you ask? Uhhhh…no idea!

—Hitoma Iruma