I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga

In the end, Kishimoto, who ate two bowls of rice with one cheonggukjang in one sitting, ate even the soybean sprouts that his mother brought as a finishing touch.

“It’s nice to see a young lady eating happily.”

“Hehe! Thank you!”

Kishimoto, who hit Sung-nyeon with one shot without leaving a single grain of rice, got up from his seat and said to me.

“Then, Kim-kun, let’s go.”

“…where?”

“You said you’d take a look around the room.”

Then the mother, who was listening to the conversation between the two of us, covered her mouth with her hand and exclaimed in exclamation.

“Oh my gosh, are you two already like that?”

“no.”

I got up after slashing my mother’s words as if she was trying to weave Kishimoto with me.

Then Kishimoto gets up and follows him.

“let’s go.”

“Yeah! Goodbye!”

“Yeah! Come eat again!”

I hurried out of the store before my mother could do more.

***

In our house, an old wooden mansion was remodeled, and the first floor was used as a shop and the second floor as a residential space.

If you go out of the restaurant and go up the iron stairs outside, you will find a door leading to the living space on the second floor.

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“Excuse me!”

Both parents were away, so Kishimoto’s voice echoed in the empty house.

I took off my shoes at the entrance and went straight into my room on the right in the hallway.

Kishimoto, who came into the room late after following my back, saw the inside and exclaimed with exclamation.

“Wow! This is the boy’s room!”

She looked around the gym equipment that filled the room as if in a strange way.

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Most of them go to the gym near their house to work out, so they had just enough assortment to simply warm up at home.

The room was small, so I removed the bed and placed a dumbbell, barbell, and an adjustable bench in its place.

She looked down curiously at the angled dumbbells standing sideways.

“One of these is 50 kg? Dumbbells are heavier than me.”

“If you’re curious, would you like to hear it?”

Then Kishimoto, perhaps curious, said, “Is that so?” and tried to hold the dumbbells with both hands.

“Shut up!”

But the dumbbells didn’t even move.

Kishimoto, who had been using all his strength until his face was blushing, panted and stepped back, and the kid got mad at me.

“Is this something people made you pick up?”

I immediately lifted the dumbbell with one hand in front of her.

Then Kishimoto, who came out with an absurd expression and looked at the dumbbells in turn, sat down on an empty bench to see if he had an upset stomach.

“I want to try the bench press I saw on TV!”

“How many kilograms?”

“Um? It’s my first time, so about 10kg?”

Hearing those words, I, who had folded my arms, shook my head.

“I’m sorry, but the 10kg unit doesn’t exist in the bench press.”

Kishimoto then tilted his head.

“Huh? But if you only lift an empty bar, isn’t it 0kg?”

I immediately corrected the common misconceptions of fitness beginners.

“The basic bench press starts at 20 kg. The empty bar is 20 kg.”

“Ah. Then I’ll do it with an empty stick.”

I removed all the discs from the barbell as she wished, and placed the empty bar on top of the bar.

“How’s your posture?”

I explained it relatively simply for her, who is a beginner.

“Think of your back as a bow. Arching your back.”

“…like this?”

Perhaps Kishimoto had a high level of understanding, and he followed what I explained.

“Think of it as extending your arms out over your shoulders and perpendicular to your chest. You’re right. Take a deep breath in that state, then lift!”

“synthesis!”

“I put my arm down as it is, but instead of bending it forcibly, bend it only to the point where it can bend naturally. Yes, in that state, take one shot of the mediterranean area and return to the original position.”

“Shut up!”

Tung!

“how was it?!”

Kishimoto, who placed an empty 20 kg bar on the bar again, looked at me with a sullen expression.

It was like a dog begging for praise, so I nodded and gave a thumbs up.

“It was very good for the first time.”

“Aww! I was praised!”

Rika Kishimoto who likes to laugh and laugh.

It wasn’t too bad, so I felt rewarding from the perspective of the person who taught me hard.

“If you increase your weight…”

“Ah! It’s been a while since I’ve worked out and it’s hard! Let’s take a break!”

Kishimoto cut off my words so hastily, and then sat down on the chair next to the desk.

I asked her, who was slightly disappointed, and was fanning her hands as if it was hot.

“Would you like something to drink? There’s barley tea and orange juice in the refrigerator.”

“Oh, then I’ll eat it with barley tea. With ice on it!”

I took her order and headed straight to the kitchen.

When I opened the refrigerator, cold barley tea was inside the water bottle.

Two cups of barley tea were poured into a glass cup, and ice taken from the freezer was dropped into fondant.

On the surface, it looks pretty reasonable.

When he returned to the room with a glass of water on the tray, Kishimoto was reading a comic book on the bookshelf.

I thought that it was finally coming, and I put down the tray and said.

“As I said before, I just don’t follow the genre.”

Then Kishimoto, who was holding a book of a love-comedy manga with a lot of exposure to heroines, said with a cat-like smile.

“For that kind of thing, it seems that there is a lot of love comedy among the comic books on the bookshelf?”

“……”

It was all to prepare for the future to come.

It is because the genre of love comedy is the one thing that cannot be known even one inch ahead, so in order to predict the future development, it is necessary to accumulate enough knowledge.

However, Kishimoto, unaware of such circumstances, showed me a service scene in a comic book and made fun of me with a soft smile like a cat.

“He looks blunt on the outside, but Kim was a quietly revealing personality.”

Even with ten mouths, there was nothing to say.

This is because the genre of love comedy itself is a collection of dreams and hopes of a boy.

In serial editions of magazines, they are covered with mysterious light, and in book editions, there have been a lot of details about it being uncut.

“If I say it’s all a misunderstanding, won’t you believe it?”

Kishimoto then smiled broadly and nodded his head.

“No, I believe it. Actually, I know that Kim just likes boys’ cartoons.”

As she said that, she confided an unexpected story.

“Actually, I like cartoons a lot, especially for boys.”

“A boy cartoon?”

It’s a simple hobby that doesn’t go well with a gyaru with a gorgeous appearance like her.

“Oh, you thought I didn’t suit you right now?”

“no.”

“Lies! Kim’s right eyebrow twitches when he tells a lie?”

Hearing those words, I inadvertently touched the corners of my eyes, and soon realized that I had been caught by her.

In the end, I had no choice but to simply admit the truth.

“…You’re right.”

“Hehe, I’ll forgive you just this time. To be honest, when I was home, my friends showed the reaction that they were completely awake.”

As he said that, Kishimoto smiled a bit and put his hands on his lap and said.

“Have I said before? My father’s job.”

I shook my head.

Come to think of it, I told her every little thing, but I had never heard of her family.

Kishimoto then took a break and opened his mouth.

“Actually, my father is a cartoonist. He’s a pretty good guy, too.”

If that was the case, I could understand why Kishimoto likes boys’ manga.

If my father was a cartoonist, he would have grown up naturally reading manga from a very young age.

“Isn’t this a very unusual hobby for a high school girl these days? But I didn’t have anyone to talk to, so I liked it alone, and it seems that Kim also likes jumping.”

Having said that far, she shrugged her neck as if embarrassed, looking up at me with slightly raised green eyes and said,

“If it’s okay with Kim-kun, can’t you continue to be friends with me from now on?”

I was momentarily at a loss as to how to react to her very cautious friend request.

If I do ok here, wouldn’t the original be twisted as it is?

Because that thought came to mind.

‘What should I do?’

I didn’t want to get involved in the original story of Bondi Scramble Love.

Because I thought it would ruin my peaceful school life.

But just for that, can I trample on the little courage of the girl in front of me?

Fearing the future that hasn’t come yet, not fighting and just running away.

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Maybe that’s too cowardly as a man?

‘… … .’

After much deliberation, I came to a conclusion.

“Kishimoto.”

When I called her name in a low voice, her shoulders trembled as she waited for an answer with a nervous expression on her face.

Good bye-

I gave her a glass of barley tea that had been on a tray and broke my luck.

“Usually, I don’t bring anyone home who isn’t my friend.”

She carefully took the barley tea I offered her with both hands.

He stared firmly into her eyes and said.

“You have been my friend from the beginning.”

At that moment, Kishimoto smiled brightly like a sunflower as if the tension had been relieved.

“thank you.”