The Training Camp and the Moonlight and the Palpitation (3)
The route for the kimodameshi this time entails passing through the gymnasium at the starting point, the infirmary, the science lab and finally the music room. Then, participants simply have to write their names on the blackboard at the final destination.
Rather, itâs so easy to guess what theyâve fiddled with in the infirmary and science lab that itâs laughable. Mysterious chemicals in the infirmary and how it resembles a hospital, frog specimens and human anatomical models were all things that exudes a sense of fear. Though, itâs so dark now that I canât even see the scary things.
Behind me, Soutarou was still holding onto the cuffs of my jersey.
âUwah, you gave me a shock. Donât cling to me so much.â
Panic-stricken, Soutarou glued himself perfectly onto my back. My back feels kind of warm when the Soutarou who has a high body temperature clings to me.
He was so frightened that his eyebrows became ĺ Ť and he kept staring towards the school building. The Soutarou who heard my words gave me a stiff smile. While still holding onto my jersey, he moved a few steps back.
âIâm sorryâŚâŚ Though itâs embarrassing, like what Mako said, Iâm bad with things like ghosts and obake [1].â
âYou donât need to feel embarrassed to have something youâre bad with. We can return now if you want.â
While we were talking, the 2-man team before us who were on standby started walking. Looks like itâs our turn next. We have to leave here in a few minutes.
The Soutarou who was agitated up until a moment ago narrowed his eyes and smiled after hearing my words. It was a tender smile one would expect from children or animals. Itâs because he smiled like that so suddenly that my heart went âdokiâ without thinking. Dangerous, dangerous.
âItâs okay. Didnât I say just now? That Iâll be fine if Iâm with Mako.â
This, are you saying this air-headedly?
I canât help but think heâs making a pass, what does he mean by this. Or could it be that itâs normal for guys to have such a conversation? Iâm confused. I donât understand.
I bet that my thoughts were showing on my face. Soutarou let out another smile.
âBecause Mako is my important friend.â
âI see. Thatâs right, huh. I too, think of Soutarou as important.â
I understand if thatâs his meaning. Yes, I can interpret it this way.
As a character whoâs supposed to be captured by Mitsuki, isnât it laughable if he falls in love with her older brother? This is an otome game, not a BL game.
âOhăź, itâs Sakurai-kun and Tsubaki-kunâs turn next. Kowa~ donât get angry~. Ganbatte ne~. Donât get hurt, okay~â
Yurino-sensei handed me a handheld flashlight while making an exaggerated voice.
Iâm amazed at the sensei who managed to maintain this vigour even though itâs already the 12th team. I can feel his enthusiasm of wanting the students to enjoy themselves.
âHai. Letâs go, Soutarou.â
âU-Un.â
While clutching my jersey, Soutarou started walking gingerly.
Putting me aside, if he shows such a figure to the other girls, wonât he lose his popularity? If they start thinking things like âTsubaki-kun is patheticâ, what will happen to this lead character?
âTsubaki-kun, youâre scared of obake? Kawaiiăźâ
âHeâs completely attached to Sakurai-kun. I want to become Sakurai-kun!â
âSakurai-kun, do you mind changing partners with me?â
Seems like my worries were unfounded. I apologise. I should mind my own business.
They probably thought they were whispering softly but I can actually hear them pretty well.
Granted, itâs not like I donât feel vexed but as expected, ikemen will be ikemen no matter what they do. I might have even said the same things as those girls when I was female.
I left the gymnasium while carrying such complicated feelings, taking the first step towards the infirmary.
âWhere was the infirmary again?â
The light from the flashlight illuminated the corridor. As I thought, the school building looks different at night. The me who wasnât very familiar with the surroundings wasnât sure where to go. Even not for that, Iâve never stepped foot into the infirmary before.
Hence I questioned the Soutarou who was glued perfectly to my back. In a foolish voice, he eventually answered me in one breath.
âThe infirmary is at the 2nd school buildingâŚâŚâ
âAh, I see.â
Izumino Gakuen comprises of the 1st school building to the 3rd, and thereâs also an old school building.
Entering through the main gate, youâll see the 1st school building where the staff room, principalâs office and important classrooms are. The 2nd school building is located to the east of the main gate and within are the science lab, student council room, music room and other special classrooms. To the west of the main gate is the 3rd school building where the classrooms of first to third years are situated. In the old school building were the classrooms for clubs and extracurricular activities. Apparently thereâs also changing rooms.
The 2nd school building isnât far from the gymnasium.
Since Soutarou looks quite frightened, letâs quicken the pace.
âMako, that way is the 3rd school building.â
âEh? Ah, âŚâŚ itâs because of my glasses.â
In response to my excuse, Soutarou tilted his head and gave me a blank look.
That was a bad excuse just now. Though itâd have been fine if I admitted that I didnât know the way, for some reason I was embarrassed.
Despite telling Soutarou that itâs okay to have things youâre bad at, when it comes to myself, as expected, itâs embarrassing.
âTo tell you the truthâŚâŚ Iâm bad at memorizing directions.â
Thatâs right. Iâm not particularly good at remembering directions. Simply put, Iâm directionally-challenged.
âOnce in a while, Mako says funny things with a straight face.â
Even though all I did was seriously tell him I donât know the way with a straight face, for some reason Soutarou started laughing.
Whether itâs Kaname or itâs Soutarou, the residents of this world laugh too easily. I donât think I said anything that was even remotely funny.
Soutarou, this guy, just before he was so scared but now heâs smiling at me. For some reason, despite feeling relieved, another part of me was mortified.
âIf you say anymore trivial stuff, Iâm going to leave you behind.â
âWait, Mako.â
Soutarou, this guy, heâs still laughing. Exasperated, I ignored him and walked on. Flustered, Soutarou grabbed onto my clothes.
If we walk quickly, we can reach the infirmary in less than 5 minutes. As proof of going there, we have to sign at our names on the register at the fridge in the infirmary.
When I placed my hand on the door of the infirmary weâre supposed to enter, I noticed there were sounds coming from inside. Was the pair before us still here? Thereâs no way itâs a thief, right? I came up with several speculations but all of them seem to miss the mark.
âSoutarou, what do you think these sounds are?â
âPerhaps itâs the sensei whoâs acting as a ghost?â
âAh, that makes sense.â
The sensei who is acting as a ghost could be trying to scare us. But is it me or the sounds are too bustling? Iâm not sure because I donât usually go to places like haunted houses.
The me who agreed with Soutarouâs thinking opened the door boldly.
âCho, Mako, all of a suddenâŚâ
âSince weâre entering anyway, thereâs no need to hesitateâââŚâŚ E?â
âNăźďźâ
Were ghosts beings whoâd push down a half-naked girl in a place like this. By chance, my eyes met with the ghost(temporary)âs. [2] Itâs a little awkward, but who asked him to do this kind of thing in a place like this.
That âghostâ had black hair with blue[3] highlights, cut in a Wolf style. Like a certain Kitarou[4], only his right eye was hidden behind his hair. It was purposely set that way. He wore loose leaf-like earrings and even on his neck and fingers, there were jingling accessories. With a single glance, one could tell he wasnât a serious or diligent person.
But he has pointlessly good looks. An oval-shaped face with a light complexion, large goggle-eyes[5] and a strange amorous mole at the corner of his eye. Although the way his mouth curled mischievously was irritating, he seems to be quite a lady-killer.
Incidentally, the girl seems to be the same type. Both her clothes and make-up were flashy.
From the colour of their ties, they should be third-years.
âWhatâs with âemăź. They seriously canât read the moodăź. Arenât yâall the second years whoâre having training camp now?â
Even the things she says are unscrupulous.
I scolded in my mind. As a girl, you should speak in a more well-mannered way.
âNăźďź Seems like ităź. What happened, did you lose your way?â
Looks like this isnât the infirmary.
The moonlight which permeated the classroom brightened the surrounding, allowing us to see the entire room. This, is probably the Student Council room. I could see a note stating âStudent Council Presidentâ on the desk in the back.
âThatâs right. Sorry to bother you.â
I donât want to have anything to do with such strange people whom we met in such a strange way. Besides, getting involved is troublesome.
âYou donât have to be so scared, bunny-chan.â
ââŚâŚ bunny-chan?â
Whatâs with this guy. The words he say are so incomprehensible that it was scarier to me than ghosts.
âAra, you donât like bunny-chan? How about honey-chan or sweetie-chan or cutiepie-chan?â
âNonsense. Iâm leaving.â
âAhaha, wait a moment, bunny-chan. Youâre the transfer student Sakurai Mitsukiâs onii-chan right?â
Holding onto Soutarouâs arm, my feet reflexively stopped moving.
Turning around, the guy just rose from the sofa and walked towards me. With an uninterested face, the half-naked girl fixed the position of her eyelashes. Though I feel that she should first wear her clothes, the status of her eyelashes was probably more important to her than being half-naked.
Looking closely, the guyâs clothes were also fairly messy. In fact, his top was completely unbuttoned, he wasnât wearing a belt and some of his underwear was even showing. Whatâs with them, really, did they try to do it in the classroom, these guys?
âBingo. Mitsuki-chan is cute, huh~. Even though sheâs plain, arenât her features considerably fine? Ehehe, are you glaring at me, onii-chan?â
âStop messing around. I wonât hand Mitsuki over to a shallow fool like you. Also, the only one who can call me âonii-chanâ is Mitsuki.â
âThen, Iâll call you bunny-chan. Even though bunny-chan doesnât resemble Mitsuki-chan, youâre quite cute too~. Itâs like, your face seems kind of feminineăź? If Mitsuki-chanâs no good, perhaps Iâll aim for you~?â
He seized my chin and forcibly turned my face towards his direction.
Sorry for having a feminine face. It canât be helped since I was originally female. But the current me is male, so donât bring your face so close to mine. Whatâs with this guy. This guy with pointlessly good looks feels a bit like a capturable character. I wonder if Iâm right. Letâs ask Subaru later.
Nevertheless, as he was about the same height as Soutarou, my neck hurts when he forcibly tilted my chin up for so long. When I involuntarily grimaced, he made a contrived dejected face.
âDoes it hurt? Iâm sorry. Let me give you a kiss to help heal the pain.â
âHah?! Baka, stop! Let go of me!â
âEhh, kawaii. Could it be your first kiss?â
While pinning down my chin, he brought his face closer and closer.
To be kissed by such a guy riding on the momentum is the worst. Moreover, this is really my first kiss. Is that so bad? Iâve had no relations with romance until now.