Introvert's Hookup Hiccups: This Gyaru Is Head Over Heels for Me! Volume 10 (eBook)

Yuishi (Autor)

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2025
250 Seiten
J-Novel Club (Verlag)
978-1-7183-5566-8 (ISBN)

Infos

Our favorite couple is off to Hawaii for their class trip-and let's face it, they might as well be on their honeymoon! After completing the fun-filled preparations for their trip, Yoshin and Nanami finally arrive at their destination. From a titillating reveal of bathing suits at the beach, to a magical scuba diving experience, to even an evening of romantic stargazing, the two enjoy the gorgeous island to the fullest. They even get to spend their nights at the hotel together, which means Yoshin and Nanami are with each other nearly 24-7! Just how far will the Best Couple of the Class go, now that they've left the confines of their country's borders? The paradise setting just might turn this so-called 'prehoneymoon' into the real thing!

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Our favorite couple is off to Hawaii for their class trip-and let's face it, they might as well be on their honeymoon! After completing the fun-filled preparations for their trip, Yoshin and Nanami finally arrive at their destination. From a titillating reveal of bathing suits at the beach, to a magical scuba diving experience, to even an evening of romantic stargazing, the two enjoy the gorgeous island to the fullest. They even get to spend their nights at the hotel together, which means Yoshin and Nanami are with each other nearly 24-7! Just how far will the Best Couple of the Class go, now that they've left the confines of their country's borders? The paradise setting just might turn this so-called "e;prehoneymoon"e; into the real thing!

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Prologue: An Unfamiliar Smell, a Calming Smell

I’ve heard that one of the first surprises you experience when you go overseas is how different things smell from the minute you step off the plane. I’ve also heard, though, that the difference is all in your head.

Which is true, then?

I’d always wondered about that, but given that I had no way of verifying what I’d heard, I’d somehow assumed that the latter was actually more accurate.

That was because, on a day-to-day basis, I had never thought much about what Japan really smelled like. I felt like I had heard someone say once that Japan smelled like pickles and soy sauce, but unless I was sitting at the dining table or something, I couldn’t really agree with that impression. That led me to conclude that different countries didn’t necessarily smell any different than what I knew my own country to smell like.

Fast forward a few years: I would never have imagined that I would have the opportunity to get to the bottom of it. And on a class trip, no less.

To be honest, though, I’d actually forgotten about the question until now. I only remembered it when I got off the plane—or, to be more specific, when I felt the difference in the air once I’d exited the aircraft.

It smells different here.

In fact, it wasn’t just the smell that was different. The wind grazing my cheek, the hot air all around me, the sunlight warming my skin... Everything here was different from what I knew in Japan. And that was when I remembered the theory about smells that I’d heard before.

The feeling of everything—not just the smell—being different was probably all in my head, just like the way food tasted depended heavily on smell when you were blindfolded. Still, I was pretty certain that the scent here was different. Even though I used to think it wasn’t possible for countries to have their own unique smell, I quickly ended up changing my tune.

Well, maybe I hadn’t made any declarations one way or the other, but still.

In any case, I ended up discovering the truth of the matter through personal experience. And it was stuff like this that was probably the main point of going on a class trip at all.

I inhaled slowly, filling my lungs with this different air. The heat of it spread throughout my body, as if I were being set on fire in the depth of my being. It almost seemed as though the heat was welcoming us—and it was at that point that it finally hit me that we had come overseas.

“Wow, we’re finally here, huh?” Nanami murmured, voice filled with some kind of emotion that made me think she probably felt the same as I did.

“I thought that getting here would take forever, but now that we’re here, I can safely say that it wasn’t all that bad,” I replied.

“Right? Was it because we were together? You know, I honestly wouldn’t have minded being on the plane for a little bit longer,” Nanami added.

“Okay, I wouldn’t say that. My body’s all stiff,” I groaned.

“Really? Then...shall I give you a massage when we get to the hotel?” she asked.

A massage from Nanami. That was quite an attractive offer indeed. But would we even have time for that? The pamphlet we had made it sound like we were supposed to make quite a few stops today. Even though we’d only just arrived, it was technically the first day of our trip, and I remembered the schedule having quite a few items on it.

But maybe we would have some free time at the hotel, at least. But just when I had finally come up with a response to Nanami’s offer, she stepped closer to me for a moment and, standing on her toes, whispered in my ear.

“Of course, you’ll have to return the favor.”

She quickly moved away from me and nonchalantly set her gaze in a different direction. The fact that her cheeks were faintly red probably wasn’t because of the warm temperature.

If she’s going to get embarrassed about it, she doesn’t have to say it.

Of course I didn’t say that out loud. At this point, getting embarrassed by her own comments was basically Nanami’s specialty, and she probably kind of enjoyed it too. I was enjoying it, that was for sure. Whatever embarrassment she happened to feel was probably a separate issue.

Her comment now had my head filled with the idea of giving Nanami a massage once we got to the hotel, but that was probably a very minor detail.

Come on, Yoshin, you’re on your class trip. Get excited about visiting new sites or something.

“A-Anyway, Hawaii sure is hot, huh? It was so cool in Japan, we should probably make sure not to get sick from the temperature change,” I blurted out, playing up how hot I felt the weather was, just so Nanami wouldn’t guess at the image floating in my brain. Though my comment probably came too late, given that we’d already gotten off the plane and were on our way to our next stop.

“Y-You’re right. The climate here sure is different from Japan. But at least it’s not humid. That’s good,” Nanami responded, playing along as I forcibly changed topics. She seemed to be focused on the weather too; she kept repeating how hot it was as she flapped her clothes to cool herself down. Because I was standing right next to her, the flutter of her shirt showed me clear glimpses of her chest, making my cheeks grow even hotter. Nanami was being a bit careless, it seemed.

Maybe it wouldn’t have been an issue if she had been wearing a jacket. No, wait, it was precisely because it was hot that Nanami had taken her jacket off and tied it around her waist.

But maybe when we’re alone I should point it out to her, just so she won’t do it later...

“Seriously guys, if it’s so hot, stop walking so dang close to each other,” someone muttered.

“Huh?”

“What?”

Nanami and I both turned toward the direction that the comment had come from, only to find Hitoshi standing there, exasperated, looking at us with a squint. Wait, he’s by himself? I purposefully didn’t say anything to him when I got off the plane, because it looked like he was hitting it off with a girl he had sat close to on the plane. So why is he alone?

“All the girls ended up going with their boyfriends or their other friends,” Hitoshi said, as if he read my thoughts straight off my face, his shoulders dropping with disappointment. Ouch. Am I supposed to tell him I’m sorry to hear that?

Maybe it was because of his own circumstances that Hitoshi was currently shooting resentful daggers at us...and those daggers were specifically directed toward our hands.

That’s right: Ever since we’d gotten off the plane, Nanami and I had been holding hands. Thus linked, we were walking very close to each other, enough for our bodies to nearly touch.

“You know, um, having direct contact with my girlfriend doesn’t really count,” I protested.

“Doesn’t count for what, exactly?” Hitoshi wailed in response.

I knew my remark didn’t make any sense, but I had a feeling Hitoshi knew what I was trying to say anyway. Nanami was laughing now too; it seemed my comment had hit just the right spot.

“Exactly! It doesn’t count at all,” Nanami joined in, attaching herself to me completely. “So it’s not hot, see...?”

Her voice gradually grew softer, though, until we could barely hear her. She even ended up stepping away from me, though only slightly.

A balmy breeze swept through the space that had suddenly emerged between our arms, which had for just a moment been stuck to each other with a thin layer of sweat. Even though I knew the breeze was warm, it also somehow felt cool.

Yeah, it is warm, isn’t it? Even Hitoshi was telling us not to overdo it if we were feeling that way. Why, then, if it was so darn hot, were Nanami and I so attached to each other?

I felt like it was partially because of the scent of Hawaii. Maybe it was that smell, so different from where we came from and direct proof of how far from home we were, that made us feel—consciously or not—a little anxious, or lonely, or something else sort of negative. And maybe that was why Nanami and I had ended up holding each other’s hands without even thinking twice about it: because we wanted a concrete connection that would prevent us from drifting apart.

Or something like that. I wasn’t sure, but if I had to put it in words, it was probably something along those lines.

“But honestly, now that we’re here, Hawaii does kind of smell different,” Nanami murmured.

“Huh?” I couldn’t help saying.

“Like, it smells kind of sweet and hot, maybe even passionate,” she concluded, taking in a deep breath. Her remark had me at a loss for words. I had thought earlier that it smelled different here, but I hadn’t thought that far about what it actually smelled like.

Passionate, huh? It seemed like a more positive way to think about things than what I had come up with. To say that this scent was passionate would never have occurred to me, given how passionless I tended to be. Still, it made me happy to know that both Nanami and I had settled on the fact that Hawaii did, in fact, smell different to us. Though I guess maybe everyone else felt that way...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 2.6.2025
• Reihe/Serie: An Introvert's Hookup Hiccups: This Gyaru Is Head Over Heels for Me!
• Illustrationen: Yuishi
• Übersetzer: Yuishi
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• Schlagworte: Heartwarming • High School • Light Novel • male protagonist • Personal Growth • Slice of Life
• ISBN-10: 1-7183-5566-1 / 1718355661
• ISBN-13: 978-1-7183-5566-8 / 9781718355668