Ore, Twintail ni Narimasu:Volume 1 Prologue:contradiction

Prologue: Twintails and Me

I love twintails.

The world is beautiful because it has twintails in it. I have believed that since I was old enough to understand it. The sun for me is not the bright round thing shining in the sky, but the hairstyle that reflects its light for me to see.

It would be an exaggeration to say that they are the world to me, but... no, it isn’t an exaggeration.

In any case, I love twintails so much that nothing else can replace them.

Twintails, in layman’s terms, are two ponytails that are tied up on either side of the head. They look better with long hair, but short hair collected in little ties is also a cute and simple feminine style. There are a broad range of variations, and endless possibilities are hidden within.

I think that this explanation will allow most readers to form a picture even if they have not heard the word before.

But it seems to be a mark of childishness all over the world. Girls in adolescence usually want to show the world that they are growing up, and they let go of every childish feature and everything they feel insecure about. Unfortunately, twintails are one of those things.

They are weighed and discarded in the process of adulthood.

And women who look good with a twintail as adults are rare.

And it's silly for guys to irritate their companions with unreasonable requests.

And so twintails become more distant as you grow up.

That is fine. That is the normal course of things.

But it’s different for me.

I don't know if I should call it a longing or an inability to let go, but the more grown-up I become, the more of an adult I become, the more uselessly intense this feeling gets.

I search unconsciously for twintails when there are many people around, and the image editing software in my head has reached the point where it can instantly add a twintail layer with just one keystroke.

It's unconscious, so it's not a problem for me, but twintails make up the majority of my life.

...Well, I've said twintails over and over again, and at this point, even people who seemed like they would become good friends start to remember other things they have to do and leave quickly.

It has always been like that. Even so, I do not feel timid. And I have no regrets.

I want to live in a world where I can live liking the things I like. I don't like the idea of changing your tastes or lying about what you like just because they are unpopular.

And that makes it all the more frustrating.

I love twintails so much, but as a guy, I cannot have a twintail. Even if I grow my hair out for many years before finally tying it up, that will not be a twintail.

All I have is a heart that loves twintails.

Maybe I cannot understand twintails, in the true sense. So, I wish for this heart to take form.

I want my feelings -- my heart to be real. I want it to appear before me.

I know it would have my ideal twintails. If that were to happen, how wonderful it would be.

I was always, always dreaming of it.

Until the day that I met her --