Chapter 292 – Back to School #3
Students in Yevoni Academy uniforms can be seen everywhere.
A student running to see if there is anyone to meet, two students walking slowly on the sidewalk and talking amicably, a student with a smile on his face while talking on the phone…
Seeing them exuding a fresh atmosphere makes my heart race too.
I didn’t ride a car to get in the mood, but I took public transportation, and I think I did a good job.
I walked to the school gate where many students were entering and found Miyuki wearing an armband with the word wind written on it on her forearm.
Miyuki, who was closely examining the uniforms of the students with a student council officer, immediately recognized me and strode towards me.
“Hello, Matsuda-kun.”
“Hello, Miyuki.”
It’s a simple greeting, but it feels fresh.
Miyuki also seemed to have the same thought, and spread her face wide.
“Did you wear your uniform well?”
“You dress well, then.”
Miyuki’s gaze was directed down at me.
She said, glancing at the trouser hem under the barge, which was clearly visible.
“I checked to see if my pants were shortened.”
I ironed it yesterday and even told him to try it on, but I’m holding on to strange faults.
That’s just to play a prank on me.
Understanding Miyuki’s intentions, I shrugged.
“It’s a pity that the monitoring is so severe, but I couldn’t reduce it.”
“Okay? Then tell me to keep an eye on you.”
“I will tell you this evening.”
“Huh.”
We made a nonsensical joke and giggled at the same time without anyone saying anything.
Even though it was a light conversation without any fun, laughter came out naturally, perhaps because of their strong feelings for each other.
“Go in. You know you have to go to class 2-A, right?”
“I didn’t know.”
“You told me yesterday too.”
“I forgot. But what about the arrangement of the desk? Sit anywhere?”
“No. I told you to sit down the same way you did in first grade yesterday.”
“Is it?”
“I don’t know if you’re pretending not to know or if you really don’t know. And the bag… Don’t slung it over one shoulder.”
“I get it. The nagging is…”
Putting my bag on Miyuki’s torch, I reluctantly moved her steps as she pushed me on the back as she told me to go quickly.
I went into the campus, changed into the new indoor slippers, and went to the first grade corridor while smelling the familiar smell.
I was in my sophomore year now.
I don’t know what I’m doing after I’ve told Miyuki where to go.
Habit is so scary.
After staring at the empty hallway, I climbed the stairs and went to the 2nd grade hallway where there was a lot of chatter.
After that, I found Class 2-A right next to the hallway and opened the sliding door.
Drooling.
With the characteristic cacophony of interlocking wood, the whole view of the classroom comes in.
I see familiar faces gathering in groups of two and three, having a conversation, then turning their eyes to me.
Unlike the contempt and fearful gazes of the early days, I feel ordinary goodwill now.
“Hello, Matsuda-kun.”
There was also a female student who said hello first.
The problem is that I don’t know their names at all.
Except for Tetsuya, the baker, and the vice-captain, I can’t remember a single one.
“Hi. How are you?”
After accepting the students’ greetings and having a casually formal conversation, I put my butt in the seat where I sat at the end of the first year semester.
Then, I smiled at the baker who was looking at me from the front and munching on bread.
“Hey, long time no see?”
“Coke.”
“Yes, yes. Are you not sick anywhere?”
“Coke…!”
“I’m glad.”
“… Khehe…!”
“I am done. Eat a lot.”
The head of the baker who was holding out the soboro bread to me slowly nodded.
I put flour in my mouth every time I see it. Is the bread that good?
I want to put something else in it.
“Are you still there? Are you unexpectedly happy?”
A greeting from the vice-president sitting next to the baker.
I asked as I looked at her as she wore her round glasses to fix her glasses.
“Did you change your glasses?”
“Oh, yes?”
He used to wear square horn-rimmed glasses and rimless glasses, but now he has changed to glasses with round designs and thin frames.
It’s still sober, but the cuteness has increased. It suits you.
“Know. Goes well. I don’t like my old glasses, so it annoys me every time I look at them… No.”
“What do you do when you say no? What does Miyuki say about that?”
“I’m saying this because I’m not there now.”
“Then, when Miyuki comes, you should tell them everything.”
“Don’t be fooled.”
“Since you complimented me, I’ll give you a special pass.”
Especially? Pass it on
How dare you say such arrogant things to me?
Can you show that attitude with a cock in your mouth?
“Come to think of it, are you the manager of the kendo club? Did you make a promotional poster?”
I tilted my head at the vice-president’s question and asked back.
“What poster?”
“Now the juniors are enrolling. I have to make it to induce them to be inactive. The more juniors who join the company, the better they feel, and the bigger the budget, so managers think publicity is very important… Aren’t you?”
“Well. I haven’t heard anything I will have to ask you one more time today.”
Is Chinami going to make the poster?
I have a hunch that a poster that is not like a kendo club will be made with plenty of peach characters.
Surprisingly, there may be some girls who are attracted to the cuteness of the poster…
“But what kind of club are you? Did you say you were in the reading club the other day?”
“What reading department? I’m in the film department.”
“Is that so? It suits you too. Bread girl, are you?”
As I munched bread with soboro, I gave her chin to her baker who was about to drink her milk, and she coughed as usual.
“Coke.”
“A bakery department?”
“Keck!”
A bread girl who gives a positive answer by nodding her head.
I think I used to talk about it but… Now I don’t.
I guess I’ve become a lot more comfortable.
After talking with them, I looked to the side and saw Tetsuya drawing a picture.
I took a peek to see if she was drawing Miyuki, and I saw that she was following the lines of a male character wearing boxing gloves.
The character has a pretty masculine impression… Even his body is moderately muscular.
Could it be that Tetsuya projected the future image of himself that he wanted?
He was too handsome for that.
“Hey, Miura. What are you drawing?”
“…”
He calls, but there is no answer.
I don’t know if he chewed on purpose or if he didn’t hear it because he was so focused on drawing.
I picked up the sharpie and tapped the edge of the desk to call Tetsuya again, only then did he look back at me.
“Did you call?”
“Uh. What character are you drawing now? Is it Anne from the cartoon?”
“This? I just drew it.”
“Creation?”
“Yes.”
“You draw well.”
“… Thanks.”
He didn’t know how to say thank you.
Were you thankful that you shouted “Fighting” During the kendo competition?
Seeing things like this, it seems like Tetsuya is doing his own thing, but when he forgets, he does something strange and blows away those thoughts.
I thought about it before, but I really don’t know.
While I was having such a boring time, Miyuki entered the classroom.
As if she had finished her school gate inspection, she approached her classmates with a slightly tired face, looking at Tetsuya’s drawing and admiring how cool it was.
After that, I smiled at the shy guy, sat down on the window seat, and straightened my jagged hair next to me.
“Were you quiet?”
“Uh.”
“Good job.”
Miyuki spread her thumb and forefinger out, grabbing my chin and shaking it from side to side.
She was like this during school trips, but unlike when she was only a breadwinner and the vice-president, now the classroom is full of students.
It’s not until all her eyes are on her, but she’s happy to show her affection regardless of the presence of dozens of students.
At all, am I driving a nail into it as my own?
I don’t know why, but it seems like I’m suddenly feeling spooky.
“I have to go out for a while after the first period, right? That’s why I’m listening carefully in class. I’ll check it at lunchtime.”
I sighed as I put on an expression that I was fed up with Miyuki’s continued words.
“What kind of prosecutor is this… It’s the first day, look at it. After all, the teachers…”
“Sir.”
“Oh yeah. Even the teachers would tell me not to go to class and just take a break.”
“That’s something you don’t know. It’s the same with Tetsuya-kun, so you can’t do anything else on the first day of school. Understand?”
Miyuki looked at Tetsuya with her upper body bent under her desk, asking for help.
Tetsuya, whose expression had hardened due to Miyuki’s skinship toward me, forced a smile.
“Of course.”
At that answer, Miyuki smiled brightly and took out a book and writing utensil from her bag.
I asked after fiddling with her pencil case.
“But why are you leaving again?”
“Ah… Today is the day the first graders are coming.”
“It’s the first day of school, so you’re busy, but you’re already coming?”
“They show the atmosphere of the academy, introduce themselves, and so on. Not just today, but three more times during the winter semester.”
Apparently when I heard what Hiyori and her friend were talking about at the cafe, they said they only needed to come one day for orientation and locker assignment…
It’s not like I misread the notice… Maybe it meant ‘at least’ one day to come.
Then, is it possible to meet Hiyori today?
No, if it wasn’t compulsory to participate, I wouldn’t be too busy playing with her friends.
Still, I have to go. Do you know Will we meet again like at a cafe or bookstore?
If there is even the slightest possibility, you have to do your best to make it right.
“Do you introduce the academy?”
“No. Other student council seniors will do that separately. I just say hello.”
“Then can’t we just not go?”
“The student council is a must.”
“You just eat people. It didn’t work.”
She pats my grumbling arm.
The glossy tips of her thin and thin fingernails are attractive.
It’s good to apply nutrients like that without having to paint nails separately. I want to tinker with it.
Soon after, a teacher she hadn’t seen before came in, introduced herself, and asked if her vacation was well.
The old man, who was tongue-tied that he had fallen for the students who answered helplessly in unison, started class as soon as attendance was called, but did not progress for long and gave a break.
It was the first day, so it seemed like he was thinking of loosening things up a little as the number of students spread out.
Even so, Miyuki copied what she had learned briefly into a notebook and reviewed it several times.
I thought it was like seeing her like her schoolboy for the first time in a while, and I spent her first class following her while taking her notes.
Afterwards, she said that Miyuki would come and left her classroom. After a while, she got up from her seat and went outside.
After stopping at the cafeteria, she bought the food requested by the baker and the vice-president, and headed towards the playground. She saw Miyuki greeting the new students entering the school gates.
She hands out pamphlets with a kind face, but it’s a lot of trouble.
When it’s over, I have to congratulate you for your hard work in my own way.
Watching her from a place quite close to her, but from a place where her Miyuki could not see her, I thought so, and when her break was over, she turned around and was about to return to her classroom.
At that time,
“Hey…! Student!”
“Yes?”
When she heard the familiar tone of a female student answering Miyuki’s urgent call, she pricked her ears and turned her head.
