All Beautiful Girls Want to Stick with Me

Lying on her bed, Yui Yuigahama saw Kotomi’s reply and happily hugged her phone, rolling around on the bed while letting out joyful mmm mmm sounds.

She knew that if Kotomi found out she was this excited, Kotomi would definitely laugh at her. But right now, Yui was just really happy!

Just thinking about how Kotomi had stayed home the whole day today, just to rest up so she could go sing karaoke with her tomorrow, filled Yui with endless joy!

Yui Yuigahama hurried to her wardrobe, opened it, and began rummaging through her clothes:

”When I go see Kotomi tomorrow, what should I wear? This dress? No, it’s too cold.

”This one? The color’s too plain.

”This one? The colors are way too flashy. Speaking of which, I bought this back in my first year of middle school. At the time, I thought clothes with lots of colors mixed together looked really good. But now that I’m in my first year of high school, I don’t think it looks nice at all—actually, it feels like a piece of my embarrassing chuunibyou history.

”Let me keep looking… Ugh, what on earth should I wear tomorrow?! If I had known, I would’ve bought myself a new outfit at the mall today.”

Yui stared at her wardrobe, but not a single outfit felt right.

Normally, she thought she had bought more than enough clothes. But now that she was going to karaoke with Kotomi, and since she wanted to be Kotomi’s girlfriend, Yui couldn’t help but treat it as a date—even though she knew it was just karaoke practice.

That was why she was being extra serious in choosing her outfit. But after all that effort, she still couldn’t find one she was satisfied with.

She thought back to this morning at Chiba Mall—hadn’t she seen an outfit that looked really nice? If only she had bought it then, she wouldn’t be worrying about what to wear to her ”date” with Kotomi tomorrow.

Ding dong.

Just as Yui was stressing over her clothes, the doorbell suddenly rang downstairs. It was already evening, and since both her mom and little sister were home, she wondered—who could it be?

Yui ran down to the entrance. Looking at the video screen connected to the doorbell, she saw… a delivery man.

A delivery???

Yui’s head filled with question marks. She hadn’t ordered anything online lately, so why would there be a package for her?

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang again.

”Hello, is Miss Yui Yuigahama home? There’s a delivery for you. Please sign here.”

My delivery???

Yui put on her shoes, stepped outside, and took a look at the package. The recipient’s name was indeed hers. Inside the waterproof bag was a cardboard box with a bit of weight to it, though she had no idea what it was.

”I don’t remember ordering anything online…”

She muttered in confusion, then glanced at the sender: Chiba Shopping Mall?

Why would Chiba Shopping Mall send her a delivery?

Puzzled, Yui hesitated for a moment before signing her name and accepting the package. Once she had signed, the courier left.

Holding the medium-sized box, Yui thought carefully. Instead of immediately carrying it inside, she set it down at the door and went to the kitchen to grab scissors.

She came back, cut open the outer waterproof bag and the protective bubble wrap inside, and found a shoebox-style carton with a clothing store’s logo printed on it.

”Isn’t this from that store on the 5th floor of Chiba Mall?”

Earlier today, when she and her mom and sister were shopping, they had passed by this store. The clothes were all pricey, so they only looked from the outside without going in.

Opening the carton, Yui froze. Inside was a long white down jacket.

This was the new release she had seen before in a fashion magazine. She had loved it at first sight—especially this white version.

Originally, she had planned to save up money and hopefully buy this down jacket next winter. But after seeing the estimated price, she gave up on the idea immediately. This down jacket was really expensive.

And now, this very white down jacket had been delivered straight to her door—with her name on it as the recipient?!

”Could it be that they wrote the wrong name?”

Yui Yuigahama stood blankly at the entrance, staring at the jacket inside the box, unsure of what to do. Should she return it? After all, she hadn’t paid for it.

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After Yui signed for the package, Kotomi Izumi received a confirmation message on her phone, notifying her that Yui had already signed for the white down jacket.

”Same-city delivery is this fast? Not even a day, and it’s already arrived.”