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OreShura: Volume 3 Chapter 8

2013-09-21T21:16:38Z

189.128.153.120: /* Chapter 8 The Disciplinary Committee Member's Secret is Mayhem */

==Chapter 8 The Disciplinary Committee Member's Secret is Mayhem==

And just with these feelings, the holiday was over. I again returned to my daily life with my head buried in books.

Ever since the failure at the movies, Masuzu had not been very active. I was afraid she was planning the next battle strategy; but for the time being, there was a period of peace.

Chiwa was the same, and she stopped talking about Fuyuumi. Even Chiwa could probably guess the inside story, but she didn’t intend to get along with her.

Hime was the complete opposite of the two of them, and she kept urging me to ｢Let me see Master｣｢I want to practice. I want to become a master of love｣. Ah, I thought about finding an opportunity to see her in August, but then Fuyuumi’s boyfriend (Michel) would probably be back by then.

And then, Fuyuumi—like always, we spoke occasionally at cram school. Although the words she said at the movies always brooded in my thoughts, I still acted the same on the surface as before. We ate lunch every date, and we frequently went with Kaoru to the restaurant on the coffee shop on the way home. The best parts were when we talked about homework, and I learned a few tricks about how to read modern literature. I really benefited from it.

But, when we studied, Fuyuumi sometimes stared at me.

Just as if she were waiting for me to say something.

Because her expression was so obvious, I asked her many times, ｢Is anything wrong?｣ But she always answered, ｢Nothing?｣｢Nothings wrong at all!｣ And then she would blush and hurriedly avert her eyes. Mhm, to be honest, this was very cute. From all of our interactions, I began to grasp her good points.

—If it were my self from middle school, I probably would have misunderstood her.

Misunderstand that she liked me?

But after living through that painful experience described in the ｢Eighth Grade Notebook｣, I will never be mistaken again.

And that being said, she had a boyfriend—Murata - Michel – Daigoro. I sometimes ask her ｢Have you been in contact with your boyfriend lately?｣, and Fuyuumi would shyly reply, ｢O-Of-Of course｣? She must have been embarassed—although Kaoru would sigh each time, it probably meant he cared a lot.

Anyways, if we explained the situation to Fuyuumi, and asked her to come up with ｢evidence of her boyfriend｣ to show to Masuzu, maybe this would be faster.

It was too bad that ｢Jien-Otsu｣ was bound to be shut down, but there was always another alternative. Like Masuzu once said, even if we didn’t have activities in the name of the club, it was fine if we just hung out together.

And one leisurely day just like this—

"Eh? What is this?"

After the end of classes, I was still studying in a self-study room when I noticed there was a notebook in the drawer of the table next to me. It seems like someone forgot something.

It was the same kind of notebook that I used.

It was a B5 size notebook that every stationary store sold, so it was very normal. However, even the worn condition of the cover seemed very similar, and there was no name or title written on it. If this was placed side by wide with my notebook, it would probably be able difficult to tell mine apart from this one.

I reached out intending to bring the lost notebook to the administration office, but I accidentally tipped over my table. As a result, my pencil case and notebook both fell onto the floor.

The studying students around me all stared at me, and in my anxiety, I accidentally knocked down the tables around me.

While I bowed my head, apologized, and propped up the tables, I hurriedly cleaned up the things scattered on the floor.

Then I noticed it.

—D-Damn.

I put the lost item together with my own notebook.

So troublesome……

Now I had to look at the contents in order to confirm which was which?

......But it should have been okay. It was impossible to leave a notebook unrelated to schoolwork in the study hall, so it shouldn’t be an invasion of privacy.

I picked up the notebook, and casually flipped it open.

Just one look at the handwriting, and I immediately knew it wasn’t—

<pre>
Kidou Eita-kun, my favori—!
</pre>

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

I couldn’t help my cry out loud.

This time, the eyes of everyone around bore down on me with the intent to kill. I quickly closed the notebook.

—W-What was with this?

Why would they write my name?

And the ｢favori｣!

I put the notebook into by bag, and hurriedly left the study hall.

In the corner of the main hall, I sat down on a sofa. I took a deep breath to calm down my pounding heart, and re-opened the notebook.

It was clearly the large round handwriting of a girl, written like this:

<pre>
Today I spoke a ~ton with Ta-kun ♪

Whee Meow Whee Meow Meow ♪

Hehehehe…… What should I do, what should I do W

I did I speak okay??

Wah, did I blushhh??

Will he think I’m a strange girl~? (Sob)

This summer, I need to think of ways to make opportunities!

Because the date we agreed on is almost here ♪
</pre>

When I saw this, I could not bear it and closed the notebook.

W-What is this?

Last time it was my name. This time it was ｢Ta-kun｣.

Then, it seems like this diary owner had an unrequited love for this person called ｢Ta-kun｣.

Then, what did it mean when she wrote that sentence that she liked me?

"............"

That being said, who did this notebook belong to?

I was vey concerned!

Since I got to this point, how could I not confirm who was the owner so I could return it!

I put my hand on my chest, and after taking three big breaths, I opened the notebook again.

<pre>
｢This can’t be……. SHIT?｣

Lyricist / AI ❤ FUYUUMI

Recently I’ve felt he’s very cold.

I’ve just been talking to another guy, and now he’s cold.

Could this be…… SHIT?

Does he feel for me……. SHIT?

TONIGHT if I ask him.

MIDNIGHT He will answer like this

"Because...... you're too cute!"

Yeah ♪ Yeah ♪ Yeah ♪

He really is SHIT ❤

And I did it to him.

And I, PRETTY, did it to him ❤

Tonight let’s RUN AWAY ♪

Tonight let’s RUN AWAY♪
</pre>
<ref>I believe you should read “SHIT” in this poem to actually mean “Jealousy.”</ref>

"What kind of poem was this!?"

I tsukkomi’d at the notebook with all my strength.

It was the same with Masuzu’s text message, along with this poem. Recently, I’ve been tsukkomi’ing other people’s writing.

No matter how one looked at it, it was definitely a poem. It was the same as the many delusional poems I wrote in my Eighth Grade Notebook. It was hard to imagine there was someone in the world could seriously say, ｢Because…. you’re too cute!｣ If this were real, then I might as well become an inhabitant of the delusional world.

Having said that, this poem was terrible.

The word choice was extraordinarily sappy, the usage of English was just too strange. Although ｢SHIT｣ was written as if to express ｢Jealousy｣, the literal translation is actually ｢Poop｣?

No.

Most importantly was a piece of information one could not miss.

The author of this column had the name of ｢AI ◆ FUYUUMI｣.

ㄞㄧ · ㄉㄨㄥㄞ

Fuyuumi Ai.

"......This is a lie, right?"

The pores of my body all opened, and I gave off terrible sweat.

T-That stiff, reserved, and serious Fuyuumi can write a notebook like this?

N-N-No, wait a moment.

This must be something in Fuyuumi’s past that she wants to forget.

In simple terms, it was the same as my Chuunibyou. It’s a notebook that seals a dark history of the middleschool era.

Then I found the date on the top right corner of the page.

<pre>
201X Year, July X ❤
</pre>

"Isn’t this yesterday’s date?!"

Ultra recent! What should I do?

My image of ｢Fuyuumi Ai｣ has crumbled! Disciplinary Committee Member! Number three in the grade!

"......F-First, I should calm down."

For the time being, I took a deep breath, and collected my thoughts.

Basically, Fuyuumi and I were the same kind of delusional people in middle school? A poet, and additionally—she likes me?

No, she likes ｢Ta-kun｣?

That being said, where did Michel go?!

"What should I do......?"

How should I deal with this reality?

The best way is to act like nothing happened.

Just forget about all the contents of the notebook, and then put it back in the drawer in the study room table. That would be best. Although I don’t know how I’ll act when I see Fuyuumi tomorrow, but if all I can do is smile and face her.

Right! I'll do that!

I don’t know about this notebook, and I’ve never seen it. I don’t know anything, I’ve never seen it, I don’t know, I’ve never seen—

—Did, you, look, in, there?

I was sitting in the sofa, and I jumped about twenty centimeters up.

This was the first time I’ve ever heard a human being could jump so high from sitting.

This is also the first time I’ve ever seen a human being so scared, they weren’t even able to scream.

It was Fuyuumi Ai.

She had been standing at the entrance of the main hall.

I saw her shoulders rising up and down, as if she were breathless. She must have run all the way here. It was as if she remembered that she forgot something in the classroom. Something that if someone else saw, it would be fatal, so she ran back at full speed.

I shouted right away:

"It wasn’t me——!"

I didn’t even know what it was, but ｢it wasn’t me｣. Figuratively speaking, this was an excuse similar to what a criminal caught red-handed in peeking would say, but I couldn’t help but cry out!

"Did you look? You looked, right?"

"It wasn’t me!"

"The notebook is wide open! Weren’t you looking?!"

"It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me!"

In the middle of this fruitless debate that seemed to last forever, Fuyuumi rushed forward. I reflexively held the notebook away! I jumped up and ran madly, and it seemed like the floor of the hallway was about to crack open. I ran from the side opposite of the entrance into the hallway.

"That’s my brotherrrrrrrrr’s!!!"

Fuyuumi urgently cried from behind me!

"That notebook is my brotherrrrrrrr’s!!!!!"

"Y-You’re lyingggggggggg!!!"

How could a brother write notes with such sappy girly writing? That being said, if he said, ｢Eita-kun is my favoriteee!｣ then he would be gay!

I weaved past the students gathered in front of the vending machines, and I ran outside as the security guarded scolded, ｢Don’t run in the hallways｣! Even though it was already six o’clock, the weather was still sweltering hot and the terrible sun showed no mercy. The strength in my body soon depleted.

I ran past the sidewalk, through the bushes, and finally into a children’s playground—only then did she catch up to me.

"Wuahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Yahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Fuyuumi pounced and hugged me from behind like a torpedo, and our bodies rolled on the ground together raising dust.

What should I do?! I’m about to be killed!

I couldn’t help but be painfully aware of my imminent death—but Fuyuumi only hugged my body without doing anything.

Even more than that, she was motionless.

"A-are you okay? Did you hit anything?"

I anxiously shook Fuyuumi’s shoulder.

Then—

"......Kill...... me......"

"Huh?"

"Kill meeeeeeeee!!!!!!"

When Fuyuumi finished hollering, she kicked, flailed, and cried bitterly on the ground like a child.

"Kill meeeeee, just kill meeeeeeee!!!! Delusional fools like me don’t have the qualifications to live! Kill me, kill meeeeee!!!"

"......"

I feel like, recently, there was a guy who was saying exactly the same thing……

I spoke, feeling sympathetic:

"H-Hey, Fuyuumi, calm down first."

"But you saw it? You read my disgraceful notebook, right? You saw that notebook that was full of delusions and poetry! So you should just laugh at me! Since Fuyuumi Ai, who wields so much authority in the school disciplinary committee, actually has these elementary school delusions, it’s hilarious right?! If you laugh, I’ll feel better……!"

Fuyuumi’s eyes were overflowing with huge tears.

She knelt on the ground, completely still, and she began to sob with her hands covering her face.

"......Fuyuumi......"

I deeply regretted reading her notebook.

Either how, I should never have looked in the first place.

How could I peek at other people’s secrets just to satisfy my curiosity?

Haven’t I forced the sharpest kind of pain on these people?

"I’m......"

I was about to say I was sorry, but I gave up on the thought.

If I apologized, it would only further hurt Fuyuumi.

What was needed now, wasn’t words.

Because those kinds of words—

"......I'm won’t laugh."

I concentrated my voice in my stomach and spoke as confidently as possible:

"Even if I’m going to be killed, I won’t laugh————!"

Fuyuumi looked up with her swollen eyes.

"I will never laugh at other people’s delusions!"

"W-why?"

"Because I’m the same...... look."

I sucked in air, and gave a wuuuahhhhhhhhhhh bellow.

Then I clenched my right fist and hissed:

"Awakennnnnnnnnnn, Holy Dragon Race’s (DRAGON) hidden power! Burn up the parallel universeeeeee! Fate Dark Black Flame (FATE DARK BLACK FLAME)!"

Fuyuumi’s eyes turned in a small dot, and I repeatedly punched towards the sky in front of her!

"Punch! Punch Punch Punch!"

Wuahhhhhhhhh.

So embarrassing!

Even if I did a similar kind of thing to help Chiwa in June.

But to do this in front of the person I spent summer cram school studying with, there was so much shame it was unspeakable. Especially since we always talked about serious topics like quadratic functions and English syntax.

When Fuyuumi knew her notebook had been seen, this must have been how she felt.

Just thinking about this, this was nothing—

Then, Fuyuumi suddenly gave a ｢Pfuha｣. She laughed.

"Hhahahahahahahahahaha, hehe, hehehehe, hehehe, hehehehahahahahaha!"

".................."

Did she really have to laugh that much?

"Aha, ahahaha! What is this?! DARK BLACK FLAME? The flame is even black? And that ｢Pah｣ sound effect, you’re even making with your mouth! That’s a really skillful sound effect, to use your own mouth, pfupupuahahahehehe!"

Fuyuumi’s tears had become tears from ｢laughing too hard｣!

"Y-you’re the same, right? I just wanted to tell you that everyone has delusions. It’s nothing strange."

"Idi—iot! Of course delusions are embarrassing! But what’s with you trying to act cool, because it doesn’t work for you at all!"

"Y-you! Fuyuumi!"

I angrily grabbed Fuyuumi’s shoulder.

I thought she would resist, but I didn’t expect Fuyuumi to fall into my chest.

"......Thank you."

Fuyuumi whispered.

The scent of her shampoo, completely unlike Masuzu, Chiwa, and Hime’s, filled my nose.

"Hey, about that delusion."

"H-Huh?"

My voice unconsciously cracked. Wah! My heart couldn’t stop jumping, like Masuzu often made it, but I should have been used to it by now.

"That, was the same thing you hollered when you helped Harusaki Chiwa that time?"

"Eh?! How did you know?"

"I heard about it from Kaoru. I heard you shouted something in order to save your childhood friend."

I see, I told Kaoru about that before.

"Well, I just stirred up some trouble to get rid of the gangster that was picking on Chiwa."

"Well, since you did the same thing as what you did for Harusaki Chiwa, you were willing to do it for me—"

Fuyuumi firmly buried her face in my chest.

"F-Fuyuumi?"

"Don’t say anything."

"......Even if you say that......"

"I don’t want anyone to see my face......"

What did she mean by that?

Masuzu’s actions were always full of mystery, but this girl’s behavior was equally hard to understand.

Fuyuumi and I stayed in this position for a while.

To other people’s eyes, we must have looked like a couple holding each other. A lady who passed through the park on the way home from shopping smiled at us. It really made me angry, damn! As an ｢anti-love｣, this was a shameful situation.

After a while, Fuyuumi finally picked up her face.

Her cheeks were a cherry color, and her pupils were slightly moist. She looked cuter than usual, and it made my heart pound.

"Kidou-kun, how much of that notebook did you see?"

"How much, you ask......?"

"When you noticed me, you were open to that poem?"

"......Yes, just that one."

"Really? I see."

Fuyuumi seemed relieved, but she looked somewhat disappointed. I felt she had a very complex expression when she nodded.

It would probably be better if I didn’t say I saw, ｢Eita-kun is my favoiteee｣.

Even if Fuyuumi really likes me, I know she originally didn’t want me to find out in this way. Also, I didn’t know how this was related to the ｢Ta-kun｣ in the diary, so I thought it was probably better to remain silent for now.

......Eh?

Ta-kun.

Why did I feel like that name sounded so nostalgic......?

"—Hey, what’s wrong Kidou-kun?"

I suddenly came back to myself, and found Fuyuumi looking up to my face.

"A-Ah, sorry. I was thinking about something."

"Mhn...... right, it’s about time you return my notebook. How long do you intend to hold onto it?"

At this time, I realized I had been holding onto Fuyuumi’s notebook.

"S-Sorry!"

Fuyuumi took the notebook from me, and spoke with a big sigh:

"Sigh—the cover is a mess now, since you clenched it so hard when you run away."

"I-I’m sorry. I really am......"

The notebook was definitely wet from sweat, and quite wrinkled. The condition was quite bad. There was no way I could just justify it.

"Really? Do you really feel sorry?"

"Really. Let me pay for a new notebook.."

"Eh—that’s all?"

"A-Also, I’ll invite you to lunch every day! If that’s not enough, I’ll add a large order of fries from the family restaurant!"

"You can forget about the potatoes...... However, oh right."

Fuyuumi smiled ｢hehe｣, and pointed at me with her usual posture with a ｢snap｣.

"So why don’t you listen to my request?"

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OreShura: Volume 3 Chapter 5

2013-09-08T01:26:02Z

189.128.153.120: /* Chapter 5 Waiting to be Confessed to is Mayhem */

==Chapter 5 Waiting to be Confessed to is Mayhem==

Just under those feelings I was persuaded by Masuzu, and I couldn’t help but continue investigating Fuyuumi Ai.

"......So annoying......"

The weather was so hot it seemed to suck strength out of people, and being asked to do such a thing made me really depressed. Out of all the ｢boyfriends｣ of the world, were they driven so hard day an night for their girlfriends? If that was the case, then I would absolutely be anti-love.

Bearing this kind of lazy attitude, I finally finished the fourth day of summer cram school.

After the last class, the pair of childhood friends Kaoru & Fuyuumi immediately came to talk to me lik yesterday.
Fuyuumi was the same as always, restless and unable to calm down whenever she was in front of me. She couldn’t have gotten in a habit already?

"Eita, do you want to get a cup of tea today?"

"Sure, we can go wherever."

Thankfully, Kaoru invited me to go, so I didn’t have waste time approaching Fuyuumi.

Kaoru shouldn’t be arranging this because he knows my and Masuzu intentions?

"Are we going to the same café as yesterday?"

"Today I want to eat sweets, so lets go somewhere else. Right, A-chan?"

"Y-yeah......"

Fuyuumi unnaturally nodded, and Kaoru laughed almost mischievously.

"Sorry, sorry. A-chan just wants to be with Eita, so wherever we go is fine."

"Y-yea...... Hey! W-W-W-W-what are you saying, idiot?! Don’t say stupid things, idiot!"

Fuyuumi blushed, and slapped Kaoru’s back. These two had a really nice feeling with each other.

"S-So, I’ll go with you today too!"

Fuyuumi brushed back her long hair, and pointed her hand at me. I was already used to seeing this pose of hers.

We went to the shopping center in the opposite direction of the station, and we walked into a snack shop.

"There’s a lot a desserts that have bananas in them here."

"Ah, desserts?"

I followed Kaoru, and sat on the inner seat. I looked around the store, and saw there were no male guests. That being said, with the extremely pink interior of the shop, a many would never step in.

However, Kaoru was not shy at all as he called the waitress and said:

"I want a jumbo banana ice cream parfait. Please add extra almonds, and replace the ice cubes with strawberries. For a drink I’d like a hot house blend coffee. What would Eita like?"

"I-I’ll have the same."

"Then A-chan?"

"The same will be fine."

"Then three of the same~!"

Kaoru shouted like a child, and held out three fingers. Even though the waitress sniggered, Kaoru did not care.

"Does Kaoru come to this store often?"

"Ah? Let’s say occasionally."

Kaoru tapped his feet and began to hum, ｢Is it here yet? Is it here yet~♪｣. Although I always knew he liked sweats, I had no idea he liked it that much.

After about ten minutes, the desserts were ordered arrived. Kaoru looked very happy, while I on the other hand felt somewhat uncomfortable eating the banana ice cream parfait—

"Fuyuumi, you’re not eating the bananas?"

"Mhn."

After eating all the whipped cream and ice cream, Fuyuumi was left with only four pieces of banana on her plate.

"Why? You hate them?"

"I love them."

"......?"

What was with this?

Ordering a banana parfait and leaving the banana was exactly the same as ordering a pork bun and not eating the pork.

"Hey, Kaoru, can you help me finish this?"

"I guess I have no choice. It’d be a waste to leave it."

Kaoru smiled, and it definitely did not look like he had no choice. He ate the bananas in a flash. I didn’t expect he’d be able to finish that after eating a jumbo banana ice cream parfait. What happened to the Kaoru who normally eats small portions?

With this mystery unresolved, we finished the ice cream parfaits, and began to chat as we drank tea.

"Although this is changing the subject, which kindergarten did Eita go to?"

When Kaoru brought up the question, I didn’t know why Fuyuumi’s eyebrows twitched.

Not understanding anything, I answered:

"Wakaba kindergarten."

"During kindergarten, do you have any interesting memories?"

What was with Kaoru? He’s never asked things like that before.

"Oh, nothing worth mentioning......?"

I lost my voice.

Because sitting opposite of me, Fuyuumi’s look suddenly changed.

She was clutching a wet napkin, nearly leaning forward, and staring at me. Under that kind of glare, I think I finally understand why she was called demon disciplinary club member.

"W-what’s wrong, Fuyuuni?! D-did I do anything?

"Nothing!"

It had to be something......

She was clenching her teeth and her eyes were bloodshot.

With cold sweat dripping down my back, I said:

"O-Oh right, the autumn trip where we dug for potatoes was really fun. When we dug those potatoes up, we roasted them on the spot and ate them. It was really delicious."

"............P-Potatoes............"

Fuyuumi hung her shoulder, very disappointed. What was with her? Did she hate potatoes? But yesterday she was happily eating the large fries.

Fuyuumi stiffly smiled, raised her head again and said:

"B-But, your memories can’t just only be about digging potatoes? You should have some other too?"

"Uh......"

I folded my arms and tried rummaging through my memories.

"Right, I remembered something about when I was in Star class."

"Eh, Star Class? W-W-What? C-can you say it in more detail?!"

"Once when my grandparents who lived nearby organized this taro cook-out, they used this huge! gigantic! pot to cook! Eating piping hot taro on a cold day, it was really delicious!"

"You only memories only have potatoes?!" <ref>Taro is a root, but its name in Japanese can be roughly translated to be mean “village potato”.</ref>

Fuyuumi slammed on the table and stood up, nearly causeing the coffee cups to jump.

"Ah, I see. You love potatoes most, right? Nothing else is better than potatoes, right? If that’s the case, we should order some more then!"

"S-stop! Don’t keep pressing the call bell!" <ref>I’ve never seen this in the United States, but I’m guessing there’s this bell you press to call the waiter.</ref>

Fuyuumi shouted at the waitress who rushed over:

"Add another ten orders of large fries!"

"You eat that much?"

"It’s for, you, to, eat!"

We noisily argued, and Kaoru’s ｢head｣ was soon lying flat on the table, just like yesterday in the family restaurant.

In a dying voice, he said:

"......Hey, Eita."

"What is it?"

"Tsundere VS. Slow-Witted is really the worst matchup, and I really regret taking this silly job."

I didn’t understand a word of what he said.

—In the end, this restaurant did not have large orders of fries on the menu (obviously), and I narrowly escaped a death from eating too many fries.

The reason for Fuyuumi’s anger was still something I didn’t understand.

Furthermore, the plan to figure out whether Michel actually existed came to nothing.

<center>♦</center>

"Eita-kun really is useless."

Masuzu said.

Masuzu was commenting (honorifics mode) on my hard work from yesterday.

Speaking of why she went back to using honorifics, it was because she listened to previous request—of course not. In fact, it was because we were together with Chiwa and Hime.

It was Saturday afternoon.

We members of ｢Jien-Otsu｣ met on an open-air veranda of a café not far from the shop I visited with Kaoru and Fuyuumi yesterday.

Chiwa and I already spoke about it before lunchtime during cram school, so we decided to have a club reunion and fetched the other two.

"Masuzu, you can’t say that. I tried my best."

"Yeah, Natsukawa. There are few people who will waste their energy like Ei-kun, right?"

Hey Chiwa, why did you bring that up?

"Eita just hasn’t become serious yet. In about 120 million years, he’ll awaken and save the planet."

Hime, if I become serious after 120 million years, everyone will be dead.

"Anyways, this café is a pretty nice place."

In order to escape the criticism, I tried to change the subject.

Around us were a very fashionable and spacious buildings covered with white ceilings, and here there were coffee tables that sat about thirty. The buildings around us had all set up display windows, and while drinking tea we could see the fashion stores and boutiques around us.

"Right. This store feels great!"

"Really? I feel rather nauseous from being attacked by ｢Fashion Germs｣."

"......I feel really disturbed drinking tea outside."

Although Chiwa was very happy, it seemed like Masuzu and Hime did not rate this place very high.

"Why? In order to be popular, it’s necessary to understand the trendiest shops, right?"

"Where did you learn that kind of thing?"

"In magazines, you see."

Chiwa took a youth fashion machine called ｢PACHI LEMON｣ from her bag. Ever since the start of high school, Chiwa has really loved reading this magaizine, and often liked to show me how ｢this magazine has become the ONIONLEADER for female high school students｣! For a time, I didn’t understand how this had anything to do with onions, but I later found it was actually called OPINIONLEADER; my childhood friend just couldn’t read English.

The pages of the magazine ruffled as Masuzu flipped through it:

"I see. Everyone becomes frivolous and indecent because they’re reading these kinds of things."

"Right—because all the popular girls read this."

"That’s really crazy, hey ♪"

Shreedddddddddd!

"Why are you tearing it!"

Chiwa shouted when she saw her ｢Pachi Lemon｣ so brutally torn.

Masuzu exhaled, and very happily wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Ah, because I didn’t like it."

"That’s not a reason to tear apart other people’s books!"

"I actually had a very good reason. I didn’t like it so much, I nearly died ♪"

"Whatever the reason, I can’t forgive you. Pay me back damnn!!"

"I know—I'm sorry—"

When Masuzu apologized, you couldn’t even see the ｢reflect｣ part of ｢self-reflect｣. <ref>Reflect is a two-character word in Chinese, so I tried to better express reflect on one’s actions as “self-reflect” to match the wordplay.</ref> Then she turned to the passing waiter and ordered a ｢large meatball spaghetti｣.

Heeyyyy.

Even though Chiwa was a carnivorous Chihuahua, if you tore apart the book she loved to read, how could you make her mood change for the better—?

"(Sound of sucking) how big are ｢large meatballs｣? ♪"

Her mood got better!

......Well, I guess you could say that was the good thing about Chiwa.

Hime picked up the two pieces of ｢PACHI LEMON｣, and began to read while repeatedly nodding her head.

"Chihuahua, where is the readers’ contribution box?"

"Ah, Himecchi is interested? You see, it’s on this page."

Hime stared intently at that page and said:

"There are no contributions from companions or lovers from past lives, why is that?"

Ah, Hime. I don’t think that would be published. After all, ｢PACHI LEMON｣ is not a supernatural magazine.

"I don’t know about that. But there are some magic charms—look here."

Chiwa pointed her readers to the magic page.

"Rumor has it that ｢A-chan’s Super Victory｣’s charms are really effective." <ref>The Chinese isn’t really clear if it’s A-chan or not, so someone probably needs to check the original Japanese.</ref>

"That penname is ridiculous."

My interest to read was raised slightly:

<pre>
★ Secret ♪ A charm to make the boy you like to confess to you!

First, don’t eat your favorite foods for five days!

If you give them to your friends to eat, maybe it’ll be more effective?

Second, at seven o’clock in the evening of the second day, watch your sweetheart’s face and chant the following charm!

｢Let my wish come true, moo ~ nyaa ~ mee ~｣.

Repeat it for thirty seconds (roughly around that is OK).

But if your sweetheart notices, you’re OUT!
</pre>
<ref>The nyaa is cat sfx, mee is sheep sfx.</ref>

"......Ah—"

Honest, this kind of content gave the impression, ｢What the hell｣?"

"It’s such a troublesome charm. Are there actually people who do it?"

"Agreed. If one chants a curse and does not harvest their lover’s blood as a catalyst, the results will be very poor."

"Hime...... please don’t do that kind of thing......"

Before you cast your curse, you’ll be handcuffed.

"Not at all! ｢A-chan’s Super Victory｣’s charms really work too! Because she scored the highest on ｢PACHI LEMON｣’s cute popularity test, she’s a really amazing person!"

Masuzu nodded her head and said:

"So if you say that, can Harusaki-san refrain from eating her favorite meat for five days? Maybe you’ll even get confessed to."

"Okay. Then I’ll start today!"

Chiwa answered enthusiastically, but then the waiter approached her from behnd and said:

"Sorry for the wait, a large meatball spaghetti."

"Wow —♪ The meat is like a tennis ball!"

The magic ended.

Masuzu stared at Chiwa slurping and devouring the pasta, and said:

"But as the young maidens club, it’s unacceptable to not have received one or two confessions from boys."

"I thought confessions were something that came after becoming popular?"

Masuzu shrugged her shoulders after receiving the tsukkomi, and said:

"When you’re testing for university, do you intend to study several years until you make the 100% pass rate before you finally take the test?"

"No, but these are two different things."

"They’re the same. The battlefield will not wait for people to grow up. Even if one is not fully mature, one must actively seek popularity."

Ah, that was such a beautiful line.

And yet it made it seem like she had some sense…….

"About these confessions, is there anything in the notebook about it?"

Chiwa said, with her mouth stuffed with meat sauce.

"It’s not that there isn’t."

Masuzu looked serious, and took out the eighth grade notebook that contained my dark history. Did this girl even carry it with her during the summer?

......Did I really write something like that?

Although this is rather pitiful, I have never confessed to anyone before.

I’ve only had the experience of being confessed to once, and I mentioned it to Chiwa before. That was when I was in Star Class of Wakaba kindergarten.

But I didn’t write anything about kindergarten in my notebook......?

As I pondered this, Masuzu started reading.

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July 10 Clear

"Summer is upon us, Hurricane ‘Me’ is approaching......"

Our eyes met again.

Today was four times. Yesterday was three times. Tomorrow is...... WHY?

My fair angel, locked in this cage known as a classroom. Originally she wasn’t supposed to love me.

I am a man with sinful (KARMA).

But there’s nothing I can do—because you’ve fallen for me already?

It’s bad, right?

"It’s really bad......"

It’s hot, right?

"It’s really hot......"

But I was a Holy Dragon Knight of Dawn (BURNING FIGHTING FIGHTER) dedicated to fighting the Evil Dragon Race (WYVERN).

This was no fate (DESTINY) an ordinary human can get involved in……

Before the Angel’s (her) love (LOVE) ignites, I must break up.

I must take advantage of her untainted white love before it turns to a burning black hatred.

I must take advantage before our bodies are burned with the crimson flames of war—

But, alas.

But if she gives me a letter, I’ll guess I’ll take it—?
</pre>

"Kill meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

The fashionable outdoor café echoed with a man’s shout.

"Kill meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. You might as well kill meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

The man tore off his shirt wildly to the side, and rolled about on the ground with his upper body bare on the stone floor.

He shouted, penetrating the white roof towards the summer sun.

"Kill me, Hey! Kill me! There’s no meaning if scum like me are alive—no meaninggggggggggg!"

The guests and employees gathered in the fashionable coffee shop, and they simply looked at the man as if it were a dirty thing.

And that dirty thing’s name was—Kidou Eita.

Just me.

It’s me.

It’s...... Me......

"Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee kill meeeeeeeee...... kill this useless, scarred, and traumatized man now...... wuuahhhhh......"

I cried and begged, but my girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, and childhood friend completely ignored me.

"Hey, what happened afterwards? Was he confessed to by that ｢Angel locked in the cage｣?"

"Well, he didn’t write about what happened aftwards."

"Wha—? Isn’t what happens after the confession the important part—?"

"Agreed. The love tragedy of the previous Holy Dragon Knight of Dawn, to the ex-girlfriend, is very deeply interesting."

Even Hime was saying it?

Well......

Since you all wanted to know, then I’ll tell you!

<center>◇</center>

—It was a hot afternoon, just like today.

In order to ｢let that girl have an easier time confessing｣, I kept wandering the grounds after school.

That girl—fair angel (her name was Tanaka Rie) was a student council committee member, so she had to had stay at school until student council ended.

There was a classmate conducting club activities, he couldn’t help but ask me: ｢You’re in the go-home club, so why are you still here｣? Chiwa also said to me on her way to the kendo dojo: ｢You seem to be hungrily running about everywhere, just like a bear before hibernation｣? But I continued to impatiently wait for the confession to come.

Like this, I walked back and forth on the east floor near the second year classroom around seven times before I found her.

Fair-skinned angel.

In the twilight of the late setting sun, surrounded by an empty classroom, she stood alone.

—It couldn’t be that she was waiting for me?

While I peeked at her from behind the shadows, I wiped my sweaty hands on the pants of my uniform.

Finally.

Confession.

I was going to get a confession.

......Haha, I couldn’t stand it.

But as I felt very embarrassed and hesitated in front of the classroom—a handsome guy wearing a soccer uniform walked in from the other side.

I quickly hid behind the pillar in the corridor.

Probably because he forgot something in there, the guy walked into the classroom where Angel was.

—What, you unpleasant guy.

This angel was about to take off from her cage, so don’t pull on her legs.

Really, that why I say athletic guys are—

I swore rudely in my heart, but the dialogue in the classroom soon reached my ears.

"Shintani-kun, thank you for coming."

"No problem. What is it Tanaka?"

"Actually, I have something to tell you."

"Huh?"

"I have, always, always—liked the Shintani-kun!"

"Eh!"

............

Sfuuuuu~ ~ ~ ~

"I'm sorry. When I suddenly say such a thing, you must embarrassed......"

"That’s not true."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I also, I also like you! I have always liked Tanaka!"

"Ah! This is like a dream!"

I seem to have unconsciously backed off.

My butt hit the fire door behind me, and the corridor resounded with a stupid ｢creaak｣ sound.

Obviously, the two people in the classroom noticed it.

"Hey, who’s there?!"

He gave his brutal athletic yell.

If one was human in flesh and blood, one would immediately run secretly away.

However, having inherited the Holy Dragon Race’s proud and noble blood, I was different.

"Yaaahahhhhhhhhhhh! I coming you bastardddddddddddddd!"

I used a rolling skill I learned from wrestling class, and rolled into the classroom!

Then I blew air with my fists, towards the opposite direction of what those two seemed to be scared of—

"Woooaaaahhahhahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Burn with my dragon energy (DRAGONIC AURA)! Fate Dark Black Flame (FATE DARK BLACK FLAME)!"

I punched the blackboard!

"Bang!"

I punched!

"Bang bang bang!"

I punchedddddddddddddd!

"Bang — — — — —! It hurtssssssssssssssssss!"

My fist was scraped.

"......Hufffffffffff!"

Then I finally stopped firing

Then I finally stopped firing ｢beams｣ <ref>Original text is奥义. I had no clue what it is, and it doesn’t come up in my dictionary. D:</ref>, and I turned to face them two.

I endured the bursts of pain in my hand and I put my thumbs up:

"Rest assured, I’ve defeated the enemy!"

"............?"

"............?"
I’ll never forget the look on their eyes.

The guy's eyes seemed to say, ｢What, can’t this bastard see the situation｣?

Angel’s eyes seemed to say, ｢Such a disgusting and bothersome person should die. He ruined such a good atmosphere｣.

I felt shame.

"......Well, that’s all!"

After sticking my thumbs up again, I ran out of the classroom.

What happened after that, I don’t remember.

My only surviving memory, is when I was on my bed blindly cursing the world.

Inexcusable......

I will not forgive this corrupt world!

Unforgivable, Angel!

No, it was Tanaka!

—Well, even if it was anger out of humiliation!

<center>◇</center>

And so the above memory ended.

......Damn, now that I think of it, I told it in very great detail. It makes me want to hang myself.

"Eita-kun, what were you being so noisy about? Are you acting abnormally because the weather is hot?"

Masuzu tilted her head, puzzled.

"You suddenly undressed. Is it really that hot?"

Chiwa had wide eyes as she picked up the shirt I threw off to the side.

Then Hime scurried up to me and hugged me gently:

"Eita, hold me?"

"Why do you suddenly want to hug?"

"Because Eita seems to be in pain."

"............Hime————!"

I hugged Hime tightly.

Because we both had Chuunibyou, I always felt we shared some empathy.

No, it didn’t matter what was the excuse.

Right now, I just missed having a lover's skin......

"Ei-kun~? What are you doing in broad daylight?"

"Hahaha. Do you really get aroused by Akishino-san? Are in infatuated · with · butts?"

My girlfriend and childhood friend gave threatening sounds, and I’d probably have to bear with it later, but for the time being I’ll forget about it for now.

<center>♦</center>

After Sunday, it was the sixth day of summer cram school.

Today at the end of classes, I didn’t feel like going home, so stayed in the study room.

I was planning on reviewing the previous class, and when I was staring at the thick class textbook—

"Fuyuumi......?"

I felt like I saw Fuyuumi Ai’s shadow flash by the doorway, and I tilted my head in doubt.

She should have gone home with Kaoru, so why would she be here?

As I thought about this, I wanted to continue studying, but I soon noticed Fuyuumi’s shadow on the windows. Fuyuumi was hiding behind the door, peeking from the side. It seemed like she didn’t notice that I saw her.

The time was exactly 7:00pm, and the outside was definitely very dark.

Maybe because the skies were still bright a few moments ago, I didn’t notice her shadow reflecting in the windows.

I originally wanted to call out to her, but seeing her serious and thoughtful expression, I decided not to bother.

It was just like—right. Her expression was like the time when Angel was about to confess to that guy.

Fuyuumi clasped her hands over her chest just like she was praying or worshiping, and she began to mumble something.

Her voice was too quiet, so I couldn’t hear her from my seat—but it sounded like some kind of curse. What was it? Was Fuyuumi actually like Hime with Chuunibyou? Did she intend to use a curse to kill me?

After about thirty seconds, the spell was over.

Fuyuumi looked relaxed as she stood up, and afterwards fled away.

"......What happened?"

I stretched my shoulders and muttered.

Chiwa, Masuzu, and Hime were definitely very eccentric.

But this rival disciplinary committee member was also considerably strange…….

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