I Joined the Sentai Heroes Who Were Beautiful Girls Other Than Me but the Heroines Were All Yanderangers

61. The result of the proposal

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“Oh? You’re going that way today?”

On my way home from university, my friend, Isaki, called out to me as I headed towards the opposite platform than usual, sounding uninterested.

“Ah. Well…”

I mostly go to the hero base on my days off. Unlike other heroes, I don’t have any orders to go out, and my main job is to go to meetings with the doctor, which take about two hours, or to talk to the heroes who are there, so there’s no need for me to go on weekdays when I don’t have much time. Besides, it’s in the opposite direction from my house from the university, so it simply takes longer.

However, today I had to stop by in a hurry on my way home from school.

“I have a part-time job today.”

Of course, the fact that I’m Philance Blue is a secret. Shiun-dou looks like just a rundown used bookstore from the outside, and it’s absolutely forbidden for anyone to find out that there’s a sentai hero base in its basement.

For the time being, if I just say it’s a part-time job, I won’t be suspected of anything even if I go in the opposite direction from my home in the future. Unless I have a really worried girlfriend, there’s no need to worry about being suspected of actually going to a part-time job.

“Huh, you started a part-time job?”

My friend, who is already staring at the character box screen of his social game on his smartphone, is clearly not interested in me, but I’m relieved that he’s not interested in me.

“What kind of part-time job?”

Even though it’s obvious, Isaki asks me back as a matter of social etiquette.

“Well, I’m a parking lot attendant.”

If I said something like a convenience store or a family restaurant, he might come and visit me on a whim, so let’s make sure he’s not interested. A part-time job that’s not fun to look at and not too minor is best.

“What the heck, if it was a convenience store or something, I thought I’d go and help you with the sales.”

“The amount of sales doesn’t change your part-time job pay, does it?”

If I say I’m working in a parking lot, my friends who don’t have cars won’t be able to come, and even if they do, I can make the excuse that I was somewhere else because it’s big. The lie I thought of when I became Philance Blue, thinking that I might have a chance to use it someday, seems to be coming in handy. Now that I think about it, Momoka probably lives her daily life with lies like this every day. It must be hard.

“Oh, the train’s here. Well then, good luck with your part-time job.”

After waving goodbye to my friend who got on the train, I opened LINE to check.

‘I’ll be able to leave the hospital the day after tomorrow.’

A message from Uguisu-san that I received in the middle of the night two days ago. It was a simple message, but it was followed by a strong follow-up message that said, ‘I’ll be able to finish the paperwork by morning and go home, so please come over after school without fail,’ so I can’t ignore it.

About two weeks have passed since the incident in the mountains, and the days have become so hot that it’s hard to believe that it was raining every day before. The frequency of news reports that Philance Yellow has made a major contribution to disaster recovery work has in inverse proportion to the record-breaking average temperatures being updated every day, but I haven’t seen Himawari decreased since then.

However Two weeks ago, I took a big gamble on Uguisu-san, who was on the verge of death, and I won. As Momoka suggested, I was able to activate her own healing ability by whispering words of love to Uguisu-san. , the problem is that the words I said at that time were a clear and unmistakable marriage proposal.

Uguisu-san didn’t wake up with just words of love, and as a result of strongly searching for words that would resonate more in her heart, I remembered the future I saw in the doctor’s invention.

The words, “I’ll just claim that I’m married to you,” that I said in the future with Uguisu-san, and the fact that it was clearly a married relationship, unlike Himawari’s and Momoka’s future predictions, led me to the hypothesis that Uguisu-san has a strong aging for marriage.

Thinking that words as a husband rather than a lover might reach Uguisu-san, who was hovering between life and death, I half-heartedly proposed to her. At that time, I was more concerned with saving her than with the problems that would come after, and when Uguisu-san opened her teary eyes and said, “I’m happy…” and woke up, I couldn’t help but hug her, but now that I think about it, I think I made a terrible decision.

It’s bad enough to just lie and confess, but to propose to someone you don’t feel that way about is pretty heartless.

Uguisu-san, who had regained consciousness safely, was immediately hospitalized for a long period of time, and since her smartphone was broken, I wasn’t able to contact her until recently when she bought a new one. I tried to ask the doctor if I could at least visit her, but Uguisu-san’s hospital room was specially set up by an investor who supports hero activities, and it seems that only a few people are allowed to enter even within the hospital, and she is treated as a VIP .

To begin with, I wasn’t in the Kanto area, and I couldn’t even be told where I was admitted to because there was a risk of information being leaked outside if I, an ordinary person, came and went.

For that reason, I still haven’t corrected my proposal to Uguisu-san, and I haven’t decided how to behave.

“If I said it was a lie, wouldn’t she get mad at me…”

I was told to come to the room after school because I was going to be discharged in the morning, but what kind of talk should I have when I meet her? Was Dr. Gentian busy filling in for Green’s absence, or couldn’t he take the time to consult with me because he only me a report and simple instructions? For the time being, I’ve been told to hold off on denying the proposal, but if I don’t deny it, I have no choice but to worry that it will go in an irreversible direction.

“Uguisu-san must think I proposed to her.”

Rather, I thought I did.

Besides, if she replied, “I’m happy,” that means that Uguisu-san really likes me, right? If it was “I’m happy, but I’m sorry,” I’d be a little sad, but all my worries would be solved, but that’s probably not the case.

“Is there really a woman who wants to marry someone like me…”

Somehow it doesn’t feel real, and there’s still a part of me that insists that it’s a misunderstanding or conceit.

While I was thinking about it, I arrived at my destination in no time.