Hayashi Megumi’s Nervousness
It was Friday night, the week Yamamoto’s trip back to his family home was decided.
We had already finished dinner and were just passing the time leisurely until bedtime. Perhaps because of the relaxed atmosphere, Yamamoto was casually watching TV.
Meanwhile, I was frantically rummaging through my closet.
“Yamamoto, what about this outfit?”
“Eh, looks fine, doesn’t it?”
“How about this one?”
“Eh, looks fine, doesn’t it?”
“This one?”
“Eh, looks fine, doesn’t it?”
“I can tell you’re not even listening to me.”
A pile of clothes was spread out on the bed.
What I was doing right now was trying to figure out what to wear for tomorrow’s visit to Yamamoto’s family home, having him judge my options in the process.
Well, I say “judge,” but from our exchange so far, it’s obvious he has zero interest in helping.
To be fair, Yamamoto wasn’t always like this. At first, he was genuinely trying to help me figure out what I should wear.
Things started to change probably after I showed him every single piece of clothing in my closet, and even then, I still couldn’t decide what to wear tomorrow.
In short, from an outsider’s perspective, it’s pretty clear I’m the one at fault here.
…That said, I obviously have my own side of the story.
I mean, come on, it’s only natural to be nervous about meeting your boyfriend’s family, right?
It’s only natural to agonize over what to wear, isn’t it?
Is it really too much to ask for him to put up with me fretting for just a couple of hours…?
…Okay.
Fine, I admit it. I’m in the wrong.
Two hours is definitely too long.
An hour and a half, tops—that’s probably the limit Yamamoto would’ve humored me for.
“I mean, what if they think the person living with their son is some kind of weirdo? That’d be a disaster, wouldn’t it?”
Even realizing this, I still couldn’t let it go.
The reason is exactly what I just said.
If I end up offending them and they tell me to stay away from Yamamoto forever, I’d probably lose it…
“Like I’ve said a million times, you don’t need to worry about that. It’ll be fine. They’re not the kind of people who’d nitpick over clothes.”
“You’re talking like I’m some stranger…”
I muttered in exasperation, but Yamamoto didn’t respond.
Looks like I might’ve genuinely annoyed him this time.
Well, if their own son says so, I guess Yamamoto’s parents aren’t the overly critical type.
And honestly, considering Yamamoto’s personality, obsessing this much the night before does feel a bit like overthinking things.
…Yamamoto’s personality, huh.
A little naggy.
Moderately stubborn.
Pretty nitpicky himself.
…If his parents are anything like him, one wrong step and they might actually have a lot to say about my outfit.
Oh no, oh no, oh no!
I started panicking again.
“You’re kinda ridiculous sometimes, you know that?”
“C-Come on, what do you expect?”
It’s my first time meeting the parents of someone I love, after all.
…With my previous boyfriend, we lived together, but I never got the chance to meet his parents.
Besides, what I felt for that guy and what I feel for Yamamoto now don’t even seem like the same emotion.
So, no matter how it goes, tomorrow will be my first real experience with this.
It’s only natural to be nervous, and it’s not weird at all to feel restless the night before.
The only thing that’s weird, if anything, is that I’m not actually dating Yamamoto.
…I wonder how Yamamoto’s going to explain this tomorrow.
About me, I mean.
He said he’d be upfront about us living together.
But beyond that, I bet even he can’t explain it all that well.
After all, living together but not dating… doesn’t that make our relationship kind of unhealthy in a way?
To some people, it might even look like I’m just leeching off Yamamoto.
Well, to be honest, my current situation is undeniably me leeching off him…
Anyway, how exactly is Yamamoto going to explain me to his parents?
…Normally.
Normally, if I were in his shoes, I’d probably insist that the other person not come along.
Just going home alone would make for a much smoother, less complicated visit, wouldn’t it?
But surprisingly, after a bit of initial reluctance and me pushing the issue, Yamamoto was okay with me coming along to his family home.
He’s a stubborn guy.
So maybe it’s just that, having given in once, his “no take-backs” mentality is keeping him from backing out now?
Or… could it be that he actually thinks it’s better if I come along to his family home?
I don’t know.
I’ve never been able to figure this guy out, not since way back when.
…But unlike back then, I’m in love with him now.
The last thing I want is to do anything that’d be a burden to him.
“Ughhh… What should I even wear…?”
“Are you seriously planning to keep this up until tomorrow?”
For once, Yamamoto’s gaze was icy.
Haven’t you dragged out this whole thing with Yamamoto’s family way too much and just raised the stakes for no reason?
Why are you making such a big deal out of this?
Don’t tell me you haven’t thought this through at all?
Well, yeah, I haven’t.
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