Prologue Gyaru Girls

 Tsuchiya Bunta had a small source of happiness.

It was seeing the "Saintly Lady"—Yui Omotekawa—on his morning commute train.

(Ah... she's so soothing.)

From his usual seat on the train, diagonally across from where she sat by the window, her appearance was truly a sight for sore eyes.

Her golden hair, reminiscent of a mystical shimmering river, was styled in a braided half-updo. Her porcelain-like skin was flawless.

Every part of her features was first-class quality.

And yet, unlike most beauties, she didn’t have that unapproachable aura.

Her demeanor carried a sense of grace, hinting at an upper-class upbringing.

In fact, she wore the uniform of a prestigious private academy—she was the real deal, a proper high-class young lady.

Without seeking anything in return, just her presence alone healed those around her with overwhelming visual beauty—like a true saint.

There was no fault to be found in her.

(If it’s the Saintly Lady, maybe she'd be kind even to an otaku like me...)

Thinking that way was how delusional guys ended up becoming stalkers.

Tsuchiya Bunta had strong self-awareness.

Knowing full well that his looks, grades, athletic ability, and personality were all average, he had no intention of actually approaching her, even if he did secretly admire her.

(If I try to talk to her and she sees me as a creep, I might never get to see her again. That’s something I definitely want to avoid!)

As someone who delivered newspapers to fund his otaku hobbies, seeing Omotekawa Yui and letting her presence heal his worn-out body had become an essential part of Bunta’s daily life.

That’s why he was extremely careful not to make her uncomfortable.

He never got too close. Never spoke to her. Never stared.

He always chose a seat where she’d just barely be in the corner of his vision. If he noticed himself looking too long, he'd turn his gaze back to manga or games.

He paid extra attention not to act suspicious or seem unclean.

No creepy stares. No lewd glances.

He was just a guy getting healed from afar—no expectations, no delusions.

As such, Bunta didn’t even know her name.

He didn’t think it was necessary.

To him, she was a flower on a high mountain—or perhaps from another world entirely. A saint.

He was well aware it was a one-sided connection, and he was always grateful for it.

He stuck firmly to being harmless.

That was Tsuchiya Bunta’s principle—and his unspoken way of thanking her for comforting him.

Call it cowardly or spineless if you want, but at least he knew his place.

He was just your average high school boy—Tsuchiya Bunta.

Little did he know, this ordinary daily routine was about to be turned on its head.

Omotekawa Yui had two faces: her public one and her private one.

The first was that of a proper young lady from a distinguished family.

To bear the Omotekawa name meant holding yourself accountable for every word and action.

That’s why, in public—whenever there were eyes on her—she never took off her "mask."

At first, she switched between personas like an actress, but by now, the role had become a part of her.

Even without trying, she could naturally behave like a perfect young lady from the Omotekawa household.

And then there was the other side—her true self.

In short: she was a gyaru.

Trendy, curious, obsessed with makeup and fashion, she loved events and couldn’t live without social media—either for posting or gathering info.

For anyone who only knew her “princess mode,” it’d be hard to believe, but her true personality was bubbly, sociable, and totally into chatting with others.

(Ugh, the Otaku-kun’s staring again...)

“Otaku-kun” was the nickname Yui gave to Tsuchiya Bunta.

Even in her prim and proper mode on the train, she was well aware of his glances.

But she couldn’t tell whether it was that kind of look from a guy.

(Hmm, he's really not giving off any creepy vibes. It’s like he doesn’t have that “I’m gonna make her mine” hunger. The moment I feel his gaze, he’s already back to his manga or games. Is he seriously just happy to look at me from afar? I don’t get it.)

Needless to say,  Omotekawa Yui was incredibly popular.

As the eldest daughter of the Omotekawa group, she was constantly being approached—by entrepreneurs, athletes, celebrities, people from all walks of life.

She’d been raised in a world full of people trying to win her over, which had honed her ability to read others from a young age.

(Every time Otaku-kun sees me, he looks like he’s been purified or something. I don’t sense any gross intentions at all... Alright, maybe I’ll try poking around a bit.)

It was pure whim.

That’s the only way to describe her motivation.

Maybe the stress of always having to act like a princess every day had started to build up.

This little impulse would become the spark that led to the strange relationship between Omotekawa Yui and Tsuchiya Bunta.

Yui : "A daughter of a distinguished family attending a prestigious private academy.

Always expected to act like a perfect lady, but… does she have a hidden side beneath that image?"

Bunta : "An otaku boy."

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