Dullard Buddy-kun: Heading Reluctantly to School Again Today - Episode 9

I wonder what it is.

I feel like it’s been a while since I’ve been out on my day off, not just for my part-time job.

I don’t do any club activities, and I don’t have any friends, so it feels empty even saying it myself, but I have no memory of going out somewhere with anyone since I entered high school.

Actually, as for where I, the perpetually solo Amano Kento, am right now, well…

I’m at the driver’s license center near my hometown.

The reason is obtaining a license.

It’s about getting a moped license.

Not really, if you ask me if I was originally interested in motorcycles, I wasn’t at all.

If asked whether it is a situation where I absolutely have to ride, it is by no means the case.

I simply received a used moped from my college student cousin a little while ago.

To be precise, it was just illegally dumped at my home like a door-to-door salesman…

It also looks like some kind of customized moped…

It seems to be a type of bike like the MAGNA FIFTY, and it clearly looks like a regular two-wheeler.

So, I had been neglecting it because I thought I definitely had to attend a driving school to ride it, but I recently found out that the bike is a moped.

If it’s a moped, only the written test is required. They say you can get the license in just one day, so here I am.

And now, the exam results have just come out, so I’m about to head home.

The result is a pass.

Well, it seems like it’s an exam that almost everyone passes, so I’m not particularly happy about it.

It’s not, but being able to ride a scooter to my part-time job on my days off is quite convenient.

Also, since I’ll be able to ride the delivery bike, a slight increase in hourly wage would be a decent benefit.

After that… I can’t think of anything.

Even now, just as I stepped out of the entrance of the license center, a couple on a scooter wearing helmets passed right in front of me, but I don’t have anything like that…

I’ve said it many times, but I don’t even have friends in front of her…

I don’t want to face the reality that someone like me is a high school student in their prime, but since it’s true, there’s nothing I can do about it.

Remembering that there were two helmets, one black and one pink, in the storage space of the motorcycle my cousin left behind, I feel even more emptiness for no reason.

For now, it’s certain that I have no more business here.

All that’s left is to take the train home.

Anyway, it’s already evening now.

And my emotions are melancholic. Very melancholic.

The reason is that it’s Sunday evening now. And school starts again tomorrow.

Ah, it’s really tough…

For now, since I don’t have work tomorrow either, I’ll change the name tomorrow…