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Afterword

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Afterword

Good evening, I’m Wataru Working.

Before you know it, the season has completely turned to early summer, and it’s gotten all hot. But there’s still the occasional day when it suddenly gets chilly, and every single time, at this time of year, it’s like I have no clothes to wear.

When they can’t make it clear if it’s going to be hot or cold, you ultimately want to choose the option of not leaving the house, but since I’m a corporate slave, that is not to be so.

And so every day I think, Is this outfit okay…? Tell me, Piiko! as I choose clothes to wear and head to work.

Well, there is no absolute correct answer when it comes to selecting clothes, but still, it seems there are still wrong answers. This is also true when it comes to weather or temperature, like I mentioned earlier, but aside from that, there are also standards for business manners and dress codes for stores. Fundamentally, it’s also true for the way people see you, too.

When you’re very unsure in your fashion sense, even just walking around town, you get weirdly anxious like, Just now, that person looked at my clothes and laughed… A-and that person… And the sun is laughing, too… And the puppies are laughing! Luulululu luu 8275312c-83ee-41e0-b5e7-463b838c02ff.jpg and I think such mental suffering is possible. Or not.

The objective angle aside, there’s also those moments when you yourself are not really satisfied with how you’ve dressed.

Following that nagging sense that something is wrong with him, being at the mercy of options of right/wrong and subjective/objective, at the end of it all…what should he wear?

And so on that note, this has been My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected, Vol. 11.

And below, the acknowledgments.

Holy Ponkaneb764bd8-cc99-4f17-9a44-88e29bd3703d.jpg. You pulled another god move! The cover is Gahama-san again after so long—it’s lovely! It’s whoa. So cuuute. Poggers. Thank you as always!

To my editor, Hoshino. Ga-ha-ha! Ohhh, I’m real sorry, man! Ga-ha-ha! Um, I really am sorry for having caused you trouble. Thank you very much. Hey, I can get the next one in on time easy, ga-ha-ha!

To everyone involved with the media franchise: I’m very sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you with the TV anime and other things. I’ll continue to do my best in the future, so I’ll be looking forward to working with you moving forward as well. Thank you very much.

To all my readers: As usual, it’s been a string of mistakes and spinning around in circles and continuously wandering off course, but finally, we’re at Volume 11. I think this story may finally be reaching the climax. I’d be really glad if you could support me to the very end of the end of the end, and the anime and manga as well. Thank you very much.

Now then, I’ve run out of pages here, so I’ll lay down my pen for the time being.

Next time, let’s meet in Volume 12 of My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected.

On a certain day in May, while drinking MAX Coffee no matter what,

Wataru Watari