A few days had passed since Makoto told me about the rumor of Akakusa-senseiâs transfer. Since then, I spent my days wallowing in my anxiety.
We hadnât continued on with Arinaâs rehabilitation due to us getting too busy, so we hadnât been in contact since then.
Actually, I passed her by occasionally in the hallway but before I could greet her, she would start abusing me with her words.
I didnât respond to her usual abuse which puzzled her and prompted her to show me her concerns. She said something like âWhatâs wrong? Are you okay? Let me touch your forehead.â Honestly, Iâd rather see her abusing me again instead of this, since that would cheer me up, but I kept my mouth shut because I knew she would punch me if I were to say that out loud.
* Â * Â *
During the recess, inside the toilet.
I was pouring my âlemon juiceâ into the urinals when Makoto approached the urinals next to mine. This guy just blatantly ignored the unspoken rule in the menâs toilet. I couldnât even begin to describe my disgust toward his action. (T/N: Do I need to explain the unspoken rule?)
For the girls out there, let me give you an analogy so you could understand my feelings. Imagine that you were in a fancy cafe, the people around you were reading with their Macs while enjoying their coffees elegantly. You were also there, sitting by the window while gazing at the bustling city. Then, suddenly, a stranger sat next to you. There were open seats everywhere inside the cafe but that stranger ignored those seats and brought their butt closer to you.
Then again, Makoto wasnât exactly a stranger, so that analogy didnât work. But still, Iâd rather not stand near anyone when using the urinals. I didnât want to accidentally glance to the side and see their⊠you knowâŠ
âIf you keep doing that, your soul will come out alongside your piss.â
Said Makoto jokingly. He probably noticed my mood in the past few days and tried to cheer me up. What a sweet guy.
âIt wonât. My blood is leaking out though.â
âEh?â
It seemed like he thought I was serious when I said that, so he peeked over at my little guy.
âDumbass, I was joking. If it was real, I would have fainted already.â
âUrpâŠâ
I washed my hands before leaving the toilet. The water was so cold, it was practically a torture trying to wash my hands properly.
âHey, itâs just a rumor, donât worry about it.â
âWhat are you on about?â
âAkakusa-senseiâŠâ
âI know, I believe in her. She wonât go anywhere before I graduate. Soon enough, the f*cker who spread that rumor will come to me and grovel at me to seek my forgiveness.â
ââŠWould be too late for that, donât you think?âŠâ
No, it wasnât too late. At least, I believe so.
* Â * Â *
Lunchbreak. I was having my lunch with Makoto like usual. Seriously, why couldnât he just invite Ruka instead?
âDo you think youâll pass the college entrance exam, Sui?â
âYeah, Iâm confident I can get into a decent one.â
âI see. Good luck with that.â
âYouâll be taking a culinary course, arenât you?â
âYeah, Iâll be focusing on Japanese cuisine though.â
âMan, youâre amazing. I canât even cook a decent fried egg, it always gets burnt somehow. Thatâs why I prefer instant ramen, just pour hot water in it and youâre set for life.â
ââŠDid you put on some oil before you start cooking?â
âI donât know. I never figured out what was wrong because my sister forbade me from cooking ever since then.â
Well, she forbade me but I didnât listen to her and proceeded to create a new dish. To my surprise, it turned out surprisingly well. What I did was put some rice, mentsuyu, eggs, meat and cabbage in the frying pan, stirred them properly, then put in some mayonnaise and yakiniku sauce. I didnât know the name of the dish, but I called it âchaos donburiâ. The taste was worth dying for. (T/N: Mentsuyu or tsuyu is the sauce you usually use for soba or ramen. Donburi is Japaneseâs rice-bowl dish.)
Of course I didnât tell him about this. Who knows what he would do to me if he heard about it.
âYou need to marry someone who can cook well then.â
âIâll spend my whole life alone.â
âCâmon, donât be like that. Just imagine that youâll bring a blonde-haired gyaru home, wouldnât that be cool?â
âStop acting like my mom.
Anyway, speaking about marriage, the girls in my class should be legal for marriage already. Just imagine that you could actually marry a high school girl legally. You thought that this wouldnât be something concerning but we, boys, would be able to legally marry them soon after. (T/N: Reminder that this series is quite old, girlsâ legal age used to be 16 before they changed it to 18 recently.)
It didnât sound real, in my opinion. I mean, why would high school students even try to get married? They wouldnât have the financial ability needed for marriage. What was that? Love? You think love could solve everything? If that was the case, I would be able to traverse beyond time and space and meet up with some aliens in the Pleiades star cluster.
I finished my meal and suddenly felt the urge to pee again. I thought I was seventeen years old, but my bladder was as loose as the elderly. While I was walking toward the toilet, a certain girl came out from the girlsâ toilet.
âAh, itâs Sakaki-kun.â
âHm?â
The ponytailed girl was wiping her hands with a handkerchief. She was Mugiyama Kaya, the girl that I met during the end-of-the year party, the cheerleader girl who complimented how cool I was.
âHappy new year.â
âHappy new year. Whatâs up? Why are you in a hurry?â
âI want to go pick some flowersâŠâ
âAh, youâre going to pee?â
What? What did she just say?
I went through the trouble of censoring the word out of consideration and she just said the word out loud like that. JK all over the country, was this a normal behavior among you all?
âYeah⊠I guessâŠâ
âI see. Holding it in feels good, but itâs bad for your health, huh? I understand where youâre coming from.â
Holding it in feels good? What? This girl enjoyed holding her pee in? Was this a new trend?
This surely wasnât normal, right? I had no right to consider what was normal or not, but this was too outlandish even for me.
âUm⊠What do you mean by that?â
âEh? Did I stutter or what?â
I canât relate to this person at all.
This girl was beyond help. She was at least as weird as me.
I thought I had finally met a saintess who wouldnât make fun of me, but never did I expect that she was a total pervert.
âAre you interested to try?â
âNo, Iâll die.â
âAw, too bad.â
Never mind, she was way worse than me. Iâll never let her come near Ugin.
I ran to the toilet quickly and poured my âlemon juiceâ again. That gave me a peace of mind.
I calmly analyzed my interaction with Kaya-san and I could only come to one conclusion. She was a pervert. Surprisingly, a perverted high school girl existed.
I looked out of the door fearfully and confirmed that she was gone before exiting the toilet. I wasnât emotionally prepared to meet a pervert since I couldnât make up a good joke to tell her. If I were to meet her again, she would take control of the conversation in no time and I didnât want that to happen.
To think that I met a formidable opponent like her, I couldnât help but shudder. Before returning to the classroom, I decided to join the war for bread. The clubs werenât as active as they were in summer, so it was calmer than usual.
I was able to get what I was looking for with ease and no one accused me of being a pervert. In the past, they would look at me scornfully while calling me âpervertâ or âmolesterâ whenever I did this and I had to talk my way out of it every single time. Now that I think about it, it really wasnât worth the trouble.
Luckily, we didnât have something similar to the police in our high school or else, I would be doomed. What? Disciplinary Committee? Well, they threatened me with that before but, honestly, rather than me, they should report Mugiyama Kaya instead. She was the actual pervert here.
* Â * Â *
After school. Our cleaning assignment began. I was assigned with the second squad of the cleaning regiment to sweep the hallways, so they assigned me a military-grade broom for the job. Since we wanted to finish the job quickly, we wordlessly swept through the battlefield (hallway) and disposed of every empty shell (plastic waste) that we found. The climate on the battlefield wasnât ideal since it was freezing cold during this time of the year. In contrast, the classroom was warm. You could see the clear disparity between the two places.
By the way, a certain someone from the class next door was also wielding her broom. She lost the lot too it seemed. Presenting Hiwa Arina.
âYou really hate the cold, huh?â
The only parts of her skin that were exposed were her face and her hands. Her usually bare legs were wrapped in black tights and she hid her neck behind her thick scarf.
âWhy canât we just wear pants? Should I blackmail Tsuru to change the school rules?â
âIf you do that we, men, will lose our reason to live, so please endure the cold for our sake. I wish you luck, comrad.â
âDie.â
With such a wobbly appearance, her poisonous tongue sounded cute instead. I was almost about to make her say it louder like a passionate music teacher. By the way, I hated that kind of teacher. Honestly, I wanted to rebel once or twice before I graduated, but I was too cowardly to do so.
She seemed to be annoyed by my good mood and resorted to attacking me mentally.
âI heard Akakusa-sensei is going to move out soon. How do you feel?â
What a devil. She casually touched the topic that had been bothering me for the past few days. As expected, she was really good at putting saltâ no, tabasco on peopleâs wounds. One of these days, I should tie her in front of an air compressor or something.
âWhat do you mean? I donât feel anything about it.â
âIsnât it sad? The teacher you always long for will be gone soon.â
âUgh⊠It isnât sad. Iâm actually looking forward to it. A new, prettier teacher will surely come and replace her.â
âThat might be true, but imagine this. After moving out, Akakusa-sensei will find a young male teacher of her dreams and sheâll decide to settle with him for the rest of her life.â
âStop⊠StopâŠâ
âSheâll live happily ever after. Iâm envious of herâŠâ
âWith that poisonous tongue, you should live among snakes, thatâs the place where you belong, you devil!â
âIf I do that, the first thing Iâll do is to delete your name from this countryâs register.â
I should never let her do that. If she had that much power, the second Dark Age will surely come.
Suddenly, Asakura Toma, the president of the journalism club interrupted us. He was shivering because of the cold and his anxiety.
âCan I take your time for a second?!â
âYouâre as energetic as ever, huh?â
âI have a favor to ask!â
He swung both his fists to the air and said.
âI need your help collecting more stories! Can you guys help me?!â
I had nothing to do except rotting inside my room, so I could help him. I glanced at Arina and our eyes met. She nodded at me.
The first time I helped him was because of Arina, so if she were to refuse it this time, I would refuse it too. But it seemed that she was willing to do it, in that case, of course I would accept the job too.
âSure.â
âAlright! Come to the clubroom after you guys are done!â
âGot it.â
He went back to the classroom after that. Iâm jealous.
âWell, Iâll go to your classroom after weâre done. Make sure to wait for me there or Iâll curse you to die freezing.â