Vol. 1 Chapter 1.2

Translated by SoundDestiny Edited by SoundDestiny

Three days have passed since then.

At first I thought the 『ability to create rooms』 was going to be a hassle, but when I started using it, I realised that it is an incredibly useful ability.

This ability is incredibly powerful when it comes to 『carrying things』.

For example, I can leave home with my textbooks in my room, call out the door and go to school empty-handed And that’s not all. I used to find it hard to stay in the classroom at lunchtime, so I used to pretend to be asleep or stay in the toilet, but with this room, I can take a leisurely nap inside.

The door really doesn’t seem to be visible to anyone but me, and as long as I’m not seen entering the room, it doesn’t matter where I call the door.

If I were to think about the ways to use it more effectively, I could, say, …… for example, when I travel with a group of friends, I could have them all stay in this room and I could call up the door there and it would only cost one person for the trip. The problem is that I don’t have any friends to travel with.

‘Maybe I could start a transport business in the future. It would be a great success, wouldn’t it?’

When I was about to leave my seat at lunchtime with this thought in mind, the children of the so-called top school caste group surrounded my desk before I knew it.

“Oi!”

“W–what?”

“Kijima! You, do you understand your position?”

The one who thrust his face at me was a guy named Kasuya–kun.

He is the ace of the football team and a so-called [ikeman].

Rumour has it that he is also very strong in fights, and even delinquents from other schools look up to him. On top of that, he’s the centre of the class and a popular guy.

No matter how I think about it, I have never been in contact with him, although we have been in the same class since last year, we basically never talked to each other.

“I’m sorry!”

I don’t know why, but I apologise anyway. Because I’m scared.

Then, a weak–looking black gal appear behind Kasuya-kun – Her name is Fujiwara-san – looked over his shoulder and said in a ridiculously teasing tone.

“Ahaha, I heard about it. You confessed to Makasaki Sakichi, didn’t you?”

“Eh,ehh?! Wh–wha–what are you talking about?!”

“Kyahaha! You’re being too hasty. It’s hilarious.”

As Fujiwara–san laughed in a sly tone, Kurosawa-san, who was standing next to her, took something out of the pocket of her blazer.

Kurosawa-san is Kasuya-kun’s girlfriend. She is a reader’s model for a teen magazine, and has a slender eight-headed figure with a surprisingly small face.

She is described as a cool beauty, partly because of her silky black hair down to her back and her eyes, which tend to be a little sharped.

It probably goes without saying, but of course I’ve never spoken to her.

“You know, this looks familiar, doesn’t it?”

She held an envelope in front of me. It was a familiar light blue envelope.

“I really don’t know what you’ve misunderstood, but you’ve got to stop being so self-centred. Masaki, I think she’s scared because she got a confession from someone like you and it’s weird.”

The envelope in her hand. It was a love letter I had handed to a girl a few days before.

The girl’s name is Haneda Masaki .

She has a calm, round face and is very cute, and is one of the few girls who is kind to me.

When we are on library duty together, she laughs happily at my silly jokes. She’s a really good girl.

‘Ah, Masaki–chan did  mention that she and Kurosawa-san have been friends since kindergarten….’

If I look closely, I can see Masaki–chan behind Kurosawa-san.

She looked at me with a somewhat apologetic face, but when her eyes met mine, she hid behind Kurosawa-san as if frightened.

“Kijima-chan, you’re really a funny guy. [I’ll make you happy] You’ve already skipped three steps..”

When Tatsuoka-kun laughed, everyone laughed out loud at the same time.

“D-Don’t tell me. You r-read it?”

“Hm? Yeah, we all did. It’s great. Kijima-chan, you really have a sense of humour.”

When Tatsuoka-kun says this and makes a gesture of holding his stomach, Kurosawa-san rakes up her hair and glares at him.

“What is your sense? You’re an idiot. Anyway!　You there, creep!　Don’t ever come near Masaki again, don’t talk to her, don’t breathe next to her! Got it?”

No, I think [don’t breathe] is a little bit over the top.

But of course there’s no way I could say it back. There’s no way I’d have the courage to do that.

“Oo–okay,I understand! Give me that back!”

“Hey! Don’t touch me! It’s disgusting!”

As I frantically reach out to retrieve the love letter in Kurosawa-san’s hand, she screams. As soon as she does, I feel a violent shock on my cheek, and I am blown off from my chair.

“You……,what are you doing with Misuzu?I’m gonna kill you!”

Kasuya-kun had punched me.

“Eh, N-no… It’s not like that, I just wanted my letter.”

“Shut up! Don’t talk back to me!”

As I remain slumped on the floor, Kasuya-kun kicks me in the leg, and the others stomp on me for fun.

“I–it hurts! Stop it! Please stop it!”

“Uwa–What’s with this guy!”

“Resist at least a little, it’s not funny.”

I crouched down with my head in my hands, and the voices of those laughing happily kept on stomping on me. It’s frustrating, and it hurts but I’m scared.

After holding it for a while, Kasuya-kun crouched down and close his face towards me.

“Oi, do you want me to stop?”

“U–u–un.”

“Well then, show me some sincerity, get down on your knees and do [Dogeza].”

“….eh?”

“Get down on your knees and say I’m sorry that a maggot like me caused you so much trouble.”

What have I done?

What am I going to have to apologise for?

I look around for help, but all I see is that most of my classmates are looking at me with smirks and happy faces.

Shaking with anger and fear, I sit up straight.

The expectant gazes of those surrounding me.

Kurosawa-san’s cold gaze.

Feeling this, I put my hands on the floor and bowed my head.

“I’m sorry that a maggot like me…..Please forgive me…..”

“Uwa, you’re so lame!　Kijima-chan, you really are a loser! Gyahahaha!”

When Tatsuoka-kun starts to laugh out loud like never before, giggles and laughter start to echo from all over the classroom.

I bit my lip, feeling my eyes water with frustration and pity.

Then, just as I was about to look up…

“If you learn your lesson from this, don’t ever go near Masaki again!”

“Uuu,uu……”

Kurosawa–san kicked my head and grinds her feet on my head.

That day, I left my afternoon class early.

Biting my lip, I walked briskly towards home.

By now they, all my classmates are probably laughing at me.

Pathetic, stupid, disgusting.

I imagine their faces as they laugh at me, cursing me, and I almost scream out loud.

My heart is filled with black feelings. This black feeling is like coal tar.

‘Alright…… if you want to laugh, go ahead.’

Until now, I would have had to cry myself to sleep. But now I have the power.

“…… I’ll make you regret it.”

I think of the words that demon girl said to me.

“『Who decided that good is right and evil is wrong?』”

What I am about to do will undoubtedly be evil. But right now I can only see it as the right thing to do. I have to make those people pay for what they’ve done.

The next day, I create that room in the corridor in front of the classroom and watch the corridor through the door.

Naturally, no one notices the door.

And then…

“Nnnn!”

“…… Kurosawa Misuzu, let’s start with you!”

The moment she came to school and passed in front of me, I opened the door, jumped on her, covered her mouth and dragged her into the room with force.

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