26 2.3- Perils of a Studen (2/2)

When reaching the toilet I cannot help myself but look at the mirror that spanned across the whole cubicle. I wasn't bad looking at all except for the ”make up” the history teacher had given me minutes after he stepped in.

I cleaned up my face at the faucet and went to relieve myself. Once done, I washed my hands at the faucet and walked out; but was stopped by a burly student that happened to block the toilet entrance as he walked in.

Oh no.....! Is trouble brewing this fast?

”MOVE ASIDE NOW!!!” bellowed the burly student. With his arms raised as if he was trying to throw a punch; my heart was suddenly at my throat as I was quickly succumbing to fear. I jumped in at the nearest cubicle, slammed the door shut and locked myself in; fearing for my safety!

I heard the door of the cubicle next to me slammed shut with a mighty force. Afterward, I heard zipping sounds and the sound of a heavy thud afterward. ”Aaaahhhh...” I heard the sound emitting from the cubicle next to me as if it was kind of relief. Suddenly unearthly sounds erupted!

”Preettt...!! Ploop Ploop Ploop! Prooootttt...!! Ploop Ploop! Preeeeeettttt....!! Plink...!” unearthly familiar fart sounds and smells of all unimaginable sorts erupted from the cubicle and it's as if the occupants had been holding in for so long during the class.

What the fuck! I unlocked my own cubicle door and ran out. Oh my God... If you are there I am sure you gonna end up like me. The smell... Oh my gosh. Only God can explain what the fella had eaten the night before and now being expelled from his rear end I was half hoping that there is no toilet paper in that cubicle that he occupies. SERVES HIM RIGHT!!!

I quickly dashed out and was met with my classmates and were asking me what was wrong. I can only manage to point at the toilet entrance as I staggered back to my class. The rest of the classmates only placed their ears outside the entrance and then burst out laughing their heads off when they heard someone was actually farting and shitting at the same time. How disgusting!!! Hahahahaha.

When everyone walked back to class after freshening up, one of the classmates walked in as if he was a big and burly guy and every step that he made, he uttered the preet prroot sound with his mouth while looking comical at the same time.

”Oi... Don't spoil my appetite ok, you BAKA!” I exclaimed at the boy. (Baka means stupid). He grinned at me and took his seat. His name was Genji who had green hair and green eyes to match. I wondered whether the hair was dyed or he was wearing contacts unlike me it was au naturale.

The first part of the day ended and its now recess time. The bell rang and everyone picked their bento fro underneath their desk or in their backpack. I picked mine from underneath my desk and headed to where Kagome was sitting. She was reaching for her bento when I was standing right in front of her. When she reached for her bento and straightened up, she saw me in front of her and a slight blush came over her face. Geezzz... This girl could blush very easily. I thought to myself.

”Come, let's go and have lunch together as you mentioned earlier. I jingled a coin pouch in front of her and says,” The drinks would be on me OK. ”she blushed again and nodded while saying a meek” Yes”.

We walked together out in the sunshine towards the basketball court. It seems that this was a routine daily for me to sit lunch with her and the bento was being prepared by Kagome's mother for the two of us. I wondered what's the occasion of her being too over-friendly with me and very casual about it too as well.

”Nah, chopsticks for you.” as she handed me a pair of disposable chopsticks. I reached for it and brushed my hands on hers and she immediately retracted her hands and looked down on it. ”Eh, sorry. Not purposely.” I said as I noticed her embarrassment. ”It's OK, accidents happen sometimes” she replied in a kind of shyful manner.

I took the disposable chopsticks and spilt it apart. I avoided being rude in the Japanese culture when one rubs the chopstick together to get rid of its splinters and burrs; I just let it be in my hands. I then placed the bento in front of me and waited for her to open hers first.

I took a chance in playing this destiny as I took a piece of sushi with my chopsticks and handed it to her near her face; intending to openly feed her. She looked up at me, locking my eyes in her gaze and finally opened her dainty lips apart and took the whole piece of sushi in her mouth and covered her face with her hands as she chews it.

”Eat slowly Kagome, would you like me to buy any specific drinks for you?” I asked and since her mouth was full of sushi she managed to answer my question by using her eyes moved as if to say 'anything would do.' before leaving her, I stuffed sushi down in my mouth and took my coin purse and headed to the vending machine.

OK, a bit of diversion here. Japanese schools do not have a canteen like western schools. Japanese students normally brought their own lunch boxes for their meals. Although it's a majority practice, however, canteens now do have some vendors selling light food such as takoyaki, mini burgers or sushi sets. Previously don't have but maybe due to the demands of working parents unable to prepare bento sets for their children to school, the practice was then implemented in some schools around Japan.

I dropped a few coins inside the machine and choose green tea for myself and honeydew milk for Kagome. Well, I think Japanese girls would love those weird tasting milk with added fruits inside them.

As for me, I know I am lactose intolerant and even in the body of Kenzo, it would not be advisable to take the risk and ended up like the burly kid next to my cubicle. Ewwwwwww... How could I think of it when I'm having a nice lunch date with an anime-like girl.

Back to the table, I inserted the straw of the packet drink and handed me to Kagome who was eyeing me since I had left the table to fetch her drinks. I wondered what was in her mind that time and asking weird questions at the wrong time may end up her being suspicious of me so u have to rephrase and ask her questions that resemble everyday ones.