I Dumped Her Not Knowing That She Was My Favorite

000. About that bastard being me.

[Do you want to live with a handsome face? Do you want to live with an ugly face?]

I thought it was a question with an obvious answer.

It is true that living with a good-looking face enjoys far more benefits.

But that didn’t always bring absolute happiness.

“Oh sorry.”

Having learned from experience that giving room for clumsiness is the worst, I looked down at Doa with the most nonchalant expression.

“I… I’m really serious…! I really want to get to know you…”

The trembling voice spoke of how nervous she was.

“…I’m sorry, but I have no intention of getting to know you.”

“Do you have a girlfriend… by any chance? I knew it wasn’t…”

“It’s not…”

I didn’t have to explain to Doa why I didn’t need a girlfriend.

“Then… can you just tell me why you are refusing?”

I let out a deep sigh as I saw moisture starting to build up in my big eyes.

It was labor to reject the confessions of others.

It is meaningless, grueling emotional labor with nothing in hand.

Why do I have to care so much about someone I have no relationship with?

“Just you. It’s not my taste.”

“ah…”

A shadow began to fall on her wounded face.

don’t make that face

you anyway You like it when you see my face

I thought that even if the probability was insufficient, it was far too short to have a face like the last scene of a romance manga.

“sorry. I’ll go first.”

I got up from the bench and took out my cell phone with Doa bowing her head behind her back.

[19:20]

There are still 40 minutes until Luca’s broadcast.

Just go home, take a shower, and watch the broadcast while hitting a cup of ramen…

Surely, Luca’s broadcast will bring me out of this tracked emotion today as well.

Ding Dong

[This is a holiday notice.]

Arriving at the convenience store and watching the broadcast, I was choosing cup noodles and triangular gimbap to eat, but I couldn’t believe my eyes when I heard the ringing notification on my phone.

No… There is no broadcast today…?

why…?

It’s only been two days since we took a break.

You promised to broadcast hard when you come back! Lucca!

As I was about to start bleeding backwards, I touched the title of the notice and scrolled down, wondering if Luca had an accident.

[hello. This is Luca.]

[Today, I think it will be difficult to broadcast because I personally have a hard time.]

[I’ll be back soon.]

[sorry.]

⤷ [Lukatan come back ㅠㅠ What kind of bastard did that ㅠㅠ]

All in all, Luca is on vacation on a day like this.

No luck.

I thought so.