Chapter 47
A Heavy Popsicle
Translated by HamletJr
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―One week after Shiorin and her friends were lent the studio.
Hasumi and I were on our way to the studio to see how they were doing, carrying some food to give them while we’re at it.
Rinka was also supposed to be coming with us, but her test scores were in the red and she was caught up in supplementary lessons.
Thank goodness for that, because if she was even capable of getting amazing test scores, it’d further amplify her image as a gang leader.
Wait, no, getting bad scores is still not good though.
ā€œI feel bad for Rinka-san. If only I could share some of my marks with herā€¦ā€
ā€œDon’t, that wouldn’t be good for Rinka at all.ā€
I retorted at Hasumi, who had completely disregarded the meaning of tests. Hasumi then heaved a sigh.
ā€œBut you know, I was really caught off guard. I had no idea that you and Rinka-san actually knew each other… There were rumors that Rinka-san liked Fujimiya-kun from the soccer team, so I thought she chose her friends based on their looks.ā€
ā€œThat rumor is a sad lie. I say that because I know she is a good person at heart. She has no qualms about associating with even an ugly, gloomy introvert like me.ā€
When I said this, Hasumi hurriedly shook her head in response.
ā€œT-That’s not true! Calling you an introvert, a siscon, ugly, gloomy, a nerd, and a socially inept person would be going too far!ā€
ā€œHasumi, I’m pretty sureĀ that’sĀ definitely going too farā€¦ā€
I say that, but I know it’s all true, so I quietly cried in my heart.
ā€œBut I’ve never really looked at your face before, Ritsuki. Can you try taking off your glasses?ā€
ā€œNo thanks. Not even I want to take a good look at my face.ā€
When Hasumi wanted to see my true face, which she could use to connect me with Shion, I panicked internally and refused.
Hasumi sighed, apparently feeling slightly disappointed.
ā€œFor me, I don’t really care about one’s appearances when I make friends… As long as they’re nice and have the same otaku hobbies as meā€¦ā€
ā€œHasumi, I know you might find that difficult right now, but once you move on to college, I’m sure you’ll find many people that fit that description.ā€
ā€œY-You’re one of them too, Ritsuki… After all, you’re the one who understands my feelings best.ā€
ā€œYeah, well, we’re both birds of a feather, right?ā€
ā€œYou don’t understand the feelings I want you to understand the most, thoughā€¦ā€
ā€œHasumi… youā€¦ā€
I grabbed the bag of supplies we had just bought at the convenience store from Hasumi.
ā€œIf you wanted me to carry the bag for you, you should’ve just told me so. No, wait, it’s the man’s job to notice such things, isn’t itā€¦ā€
ā€œā€¦Fufu, you really are hopeless after all, Ritsuki.ā€
Hasumi heaved a sigh and laughed.
ā€œYou darn rascal; you did this on purpose, didn’t you? If you don’t carry a load like this every once in a while, how will you ever build up your muscle strength?ā€
ā€œā€¦Haaah~, what a load off my back.ā€
ā€œYou littleā€¦ā€
She even made a show out of rubbing and massaging her shoulders, which made me laugh.
Anyways, the only items inside the bag were some popsicles I myself had picked out; there’s no way they could’ve been that heavy.