Vol 1 Chapter 3 (2/2)

“Y-yes.

Wait, number ②? It’s number ②?

So early in the morning, and at such a place?

“E-erm, that thing before that…”

“No! That was a lie, a joke! I’m not serious there!”

I’ll definitely regret it in the future…I thought, and this good-for-nothing me quickly said,

Because it’s this place.

“Eh? A lie? Eh…eh?”

“No, well, that ②…”

“②?”

“Eh? Huh? It’s not ②?”

“Wh-what’s that?”

Kasumi’s completely baffled at my utter bewilderment.

s.h.i.+t, I’ve been had. That girl lied to me.

Kasumi’s face reddens further as she shyly lowered her head. She probably recalled what ② meant, and muttered blankly, “That’s perverted…” That’s moe!

“Erm, I did my best already, but this is all I can go…anyway, here!”

And so, she handed me a photo.

It’s a normal, somewhat crude looking photo, and looks like it’s taken with a cellphone and printed with a home printer.

It’s a self-shot, and the girl covers half her face with her hand.

The semi-long black hair is moist, and gives the impression that she just had a bath.

The photo looks like it’s looking down, and the way the uncovered right eye is looking up makes it look alluring.

But what I’m not sure is–

“Pajamas?”

The pet.i.te girl was wearing orange pajamas.

And several of the b.u.t.tons were unhooked, so I can see the white, ample chest from the loose pajamas, the amount shown almost at the limit–

“Ah, please don’t look at it. It’s embarra.s.sing…”

“Eh!? This is you!?”

I panick, my shoulders stiffening, the photo nearly falling out of my hand.

The hairstyle’s changed, and her face is half covered, causing me to be unable to recognize her face. If I look closely however, it’s definitely her. There’s no mistake about the size of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

“Eh, but you said ‘I want the photo of your biggest limit, Kasumi’…”

“Ah, well, that’s.”

THAT IDIOT!

“L-let me say this beforehand. I normally will never do such a thing. It-it’s because you saved me that I’m willing to do this, Sakamoto. Please don’t show this to anyone else…”

Leaving aside the fact that you’re saying this, even if it’s normally, don’t ever agree to such requests, okay!?

“But I thought it’s fine to oblige to a single request. To do such a thing, and, to be seen like this…”

And then her voice got teeny-weeny soft

All I can tell here is that that girl has been bullying this poor girl.

This isn’t a good thing after all, right?

It’s unbecoming to make her take such a lewd photo after saving her. This photo is really outrageous, outrageous.

“Uu…erm, please keep it quickly…”

“Ha! So-sorry!”

This is bad. I just looked down at the photo instinctively.

I hastily stuff the photo into my bag. I’ll just go back and think about this alluring photo later. Think about it slowly.

“Ah, yes. I have the photo of ‘s.e.xy Dream’ you gave me as my cellphone screen saver, Sakamoto. Wh-what do you think?”

“s.e.xy Dream?”

I do vaguely remember hearing of such a term recently, and while I’m racking my head over it, she shyly shows me the cellphone screen.

Shown on the cellphone screen is are the basic applications at the top of the screen, and shown in the background is a pervert dressed in a s.p.u.n.ky tightsuit and a b.u.t.terfly mask. That guy’s giving a radiant smile with mysterious poses, looking silly all over.

Argh, is that idiot doing all these just to annoy me?

“You’re unexpectedly like a kid there, Sakamoto, saving me in such a get-up…and I find it cute for some reason.”

Kasumi’s holding back her laughter as she looks back and forth between her cellphone and my face.

“Ah, sorry. You were s.e.xy Dream when you’re dressed up like that, not Sakamoto.”

Just call me Sakamoto. It’s Sakamoto no matter how I look at it! What did you do there, Sakamoto!?

My hands are on my knees, and Kasumi’s looking at me while I’m feeling troubled. The instant her eyes widens, the bell chimes,

“Ah, got to return back to cla.s.s. I-I”ll be heading off first. Bye bye.”

She waves her small hand at me and runs off at high speed just when I was about to call out to her, “Ahh…”, and I follow her slowly.

What was that all about?

If I don’t hurry and do something, something’s going to happen.

With a lethargic face plastered on me, I head off the to cla.s.sroom, the remaining students on the corridor making a way for me.

And immediately afterwards, I’m filled with regret.

The incident happened during lunch break.

“COME OUT NOWWW!!”

A beast-like howl echoed through the cla.s.sroom, and my cla.s.smates, chit-chatting away, look up in surprise (while I’m sprawled on the table like usual, pretending to sleep to run away from reality.

“It’s usual to hide now, s.e.xy Dream!”

Barging into the cla.s.sroom and causing a ruckus are a trio of delinquents, and speaking out is a grim looking mohawk head, glaring at everyone in the cla.s.sroom.

Wahh~looks like trouble’s coming looking for me. I do know very well how the appearance of a delinquent is a burden to everyone. Aha.

Speaking of which, what did that guy just say?

“Wh-what’re you doing here, you guys?”

The short-haired girl shorted near the door rushes towards that mohawk head, venting her disgust.

And the delinquent glares back after hearing her eyes, continuing,

“There’s been a s.e.xy Dream guy looking for a fight with us, and he’s in this cla.s.s! Get out here!”

“Se-s.e.xy Dream?”

The short-haired girl was really terrified of that mohawk head b.a.s.t.a.r.d, but even she can’t help but ask such a question.

Well, that’s a normal reaction. “You’re kidding!? s.e.xy Dream’s in this cla.s.s?” if she’s to act as if that guy’s really famous or something, I’ll probably be troubled by that thought. It doesn’t look like I’m that famous though.

“That b.a.s.t.a.r.d’s been interfering with our attempts to woo girls every single time! If you have the guts, get out here and not ask others for help.”

I see. So that’s the reason why she’s been gyming recently. The increasing number of wounds on me are due to this reason, I think.

And as I think about this, I feel a piercing stare, and so I look over at that side, seeing Kasumi looking very suspicious, staring intently. Don’t look at me now! If this usually quiet delinquent’s to suddenly stand up and say, “Ahh, looks like I got exposed. No choice but to admit it! I’m s.e.xy Dream!”, surely everyone’s going to be perturbed right? Try imagining such a scene. Or maybe not.

“W-wait. Do you have proof that s.e.xy…exists in this cla.s.s?”

Disturbed by that ridiculous sounding name, the ponytail girl opposite the short with short hair protested with a serious look.

And in response, that mohawk b.a.s.t.a.r.d hissed,

“s.e.xy Dream himself said, ‘I’m from Cla.s.s 2-2 of Sakurahime High School! If you want revenge, come look for me tomorrow, three days later or five days later!’ got any words about that?”

No no no.

Are you sly? Or way too honest here? Either way, you guys are really punctual.

I can only imagine the delinquents circling the dates on the calendar and plotting their revenge, and in contrast to me, the cla.s.s’ atmosphere got worse at the moment.

That mohawk b.a.s.t.a.r.d is completely infuriated as he stamped at the floor with his toes, but n.o.body stood up to give themselves in. Well, that’s to be expected.

What do I do now? Do I turn myself in?

To me personally, this really is too troublesome and too embarra.s.sing, so I intend to continue playing dumb. However, that mohawk head doesn’t intend to give up.

Ah, goodness, guess I got no choice but to say my name out–

“Get out here, s.e.xy Dream! I know that you s.n.a.t.c.hed that girl and petted her all you wanted!!”

……

That idiot…

“Wow, that guy’s terrible. Isn’t he just a pervert.”

“That s.e.xy Dream’s really disgusting…”

“That guy definitely doesn’t have any friends, right?”

“I don’t want to get involved with that guy. He might as well die.”

“If that guy’s in our cla.s.s, I’m breaking all ties with him.”

…

Yeah, I lost the chance to give myself in.

“s.h.i.+t, hurry up and get out–hm?”

The mohawk head looks around the cla.s.sroom, and his stare lands at a certain place.

“Aren’t you the chick who was with s.e.xy Dream?”

“A, ah, ahh…”

He was looking at none other than Kasumi.

I thought she’ll be a brave girl, since she dared to talk to me willingly. However, she’s still terrified of a delinquent after all, and at this point, her body’s all shrunk, her eyes not daring to meet the delinquent’s.

“Do you know what s.e.xy Dream did? Fess up! Or I’m going to take a two-shot with you!”

After giving such a ridiculous threat, that mohawk b.a.s.t.a.r.d closed in on Kasumi.

The surrounding girls tried to prevent him from approaching, “HUH!?” but after an intimidating bellow by him, they backed down.

“Hey! Answer me now! What did s.e.xy Dream–”

The mohawk b.a.s.t.a.r.d reached his hand out as he threatened, and the moment he was about to place his hand on her shoulder,

“–Don’t touch me!!”

Kasumi yelled as she hugged her shoulders.

That voice’s filled with anger.

The entire cla.s.s is silenced, and everyone’s looking at her.

And in the midst of this tense atmosphere, the teary Kasumi said, her lips shaking,

“Th-the only one who can touch me is…s.e.xy Dream himself!!”

AHHH! That was really dangerous!

Eh, what, what happened…ehhh?

“W-Wh-WHHAAA?”

And Kasumi, seemingly trying to shake off the fl.u.s.tered mohawk head (and me), continue to rattle,

“B-because, s.e.xy Dream saved me, and embraced me tightly, and let me go after I chose ①, and, and…”

The cla.s.sroom was filled with a tense atmosphere.

And?

“An-and he said, that I’m cute…”

…Ah, this bad.

That won’t do.

Her face is basically a maiden in love.

That idiot girl…toying with such a pure girl.

“U, uuu…that s.e.xy Dream….!”

In response, the mohawk head in front of Kasumi can only groan regretfully. ANyway, there’s no tension in his words, and I guess everything’s all over, no?

There’s an awkward atmosphere, silence filling the s.p.a.ce.

And the one breaking this tense atmosphere is an unexpected character.

“Hey Moris.h.i.+ta. Is this kid s.e.xy Dream’s girl?”

The one babbling is a delinquent standing behind the mohawk b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

“In that case, the girl’s phone probably has s.e.xy Dream’s number, right?”

“Oh, I see. So there’s still this way?”

The mohawk b.a.s.t.a.r.d sneers, brings his face towards Kasumi, and yells,

“Hey, hand over your phone! I’m going to call s.e.xy Dream right now!”

“Eh, ah, no-no way!”

“Shut up and hand over now!”

The mohawk head ignored the teary Kasumi as the latter shook her head, grabbing her bag.

Kasumi tries to resist, but the difference in arm strength is too vast. He easily s.n.a.t.c.hed the bag away.

Eh. Well, this is a bad thing, right?

“H-hey, stop it! Didn’t Kasumi say not to do it!?”

“Return it right now!”

The fl.u.s.tered girls try to stop the mohawk head, but of course, the delinquents don’t care about that.

He opened the bag immediately, and browsed through the contents.

This is bad, this is bad. This is a bad development.

“Wa-wait, don’t! I haven’t entered his number!”

“Humph! I can tell that you’re lying right from the get-go! If you’re this anxious, there’s definitely something going on!”

The mohawk b.a.s.t.a.r.d then rummaged through the stuff in the bag.

This is bad, bad, bad! I don’t know she does have my number, but that girl has s.e.xy Dream on the screen saver! I’m revealed now, no?

“Hey, stop it, I said, don’t…!”

Kasumi’s breaking into tears as she says this.

Now this is getting really bad. If he sees me on the cellphone,

“Ah, found the cellphone!”

Ah…

“Stop…uu…”

Wa…

“Hm, erm, how do I use this thing again?”

….s.h.i.+t…

“Moris.h.i.+ta, you machine techbane. Just slide this to unlock.”

…Why am I.

“Ohh, is that so? I’ll just unlock–”

…Getting involved in such things?

“Got it. Now–”

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!!!!!!”

“””–!?”””

I suddenly let out a howl without thinking.

I howled.

The cla.s.smates in the room start to panic, more than when the delinquent trio entered.

This is amazing.

The most dangerous time-bomb of cla.s.s 2-2, which usually remains silent, suddenly exploded. However, I have no choice but to stand up. I can’t allow my ident.i.ty to be revealed.

“H-hey, you mohawk head b.a.s.t.a.r.d! S-she told you to stop already, so…erm, just stop already, you s.h.i.+tty pigs! Don’t touch her…with your filthy hands, y-you idiots!”

“Huuuh? Wh-what’s with you, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Scram–”

“You’re the ones who needs to scram, you sw-swine b.a.s.t.a.r.ds! I’m going to beat you guys up if you don’t leave!”

“Huh!? Y-you dare to shout back at me?

“Y-you wanna fight, HUH!? I-I-I’ll send your head flying!? Wanna try me!?”

I’m not used to saying such taunting words, and so I’m stammering all this while.

But just when I thought I messed things up, it seems I look rather furious in this volatile situation. This is super effective.

“…Sorry.”

The mohawk head, now the focal point of everyone’s attention, suddenly apologizes.

I actually made such a delinquent tremble. Am I that amazing? I guess it really is, in a bad way.

I’m having conflicted feelings right now, but having s.n.a.t.c.hed back the cellphone, I take a heave, and let out a final roar.

“Don’t you ever let me see you again! If you dare do anything to anyone in our cla.s.s, erm, well…I’ll mess you up real good!”

“Y-yesss!!!”

And so, those delinquents scamper out of the cla.s.sroom.

And the stares in the cla.s.s gather on me.

And then, there were my silent cla.s.smates.

And then, and then…

“…Now, am I going to die?”

Leaving these words behind, I dash out of the cla.s.sroom.

This is bad. This is bad.

There’s no salvaging this situation now, is there? The atmosphere in the cla.s.sroom is really awkward. I’m doomed! My life’s going to end! Hyaha! Ahh…!

Having given up on this s.h.i.+tty me, I just put in the crazy words “Hyaho! Spinach!” that appeared in my weird mind inside the notebook, and in my euphoria, I start playing fighting games so furiously that I end up sleeping without realizing it.

Sorry, Hikari Yumesaki.

The armor of s.e.xy Dream is too heavy for me.

Two days later, the day arrived mercilessly.

The lousy BGM rang, and I open my eyes in melancholy, immediately grumbling,

“Don’t change the alarm on your own will like that…”

And at the same time, the memories two days ago awoke in me.

I chased away the delinquents who barged in so terrifyingly, and this chain of events shocked every one of my cla.s.smate.

Thinking about that alone causes me to blush. I’m really doomed now. Wahahaha.

I collapse on the bed, burying my face in the pillow, and climb out of the blanket like a lazy, wilted garlic chives. I then spotted that this.

“Dammit…”

The notebook’s standing upright on the desk.

And there’s a useless ribbon tied around it, even a flower added.

Just seeing this alone is enough for me to imagine the sight of that girl snickering away as she placed the book.

“Sakamoto wwwww Sakamoto wwwwwww Saakaamootoo wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww”

“This b.i.t.c.h…!”

The moment I open the notebook, I see the words that made me anxious right from the beginning.

“I heard everything from Kasumi there, and posted on the internet ‘Ah, he came out~! Out comes the true nature of the delinquent who gets ostracized by his cla.s.smates!’ All that’s left is to wait for the responses!”

That b.i.t.c.h’s now showing how happy she is, and it’s all infuriating words at the back. Feeling completely enraged, I slam the book shut.

I switched on the computer, and found that she really posted such a thing, flaming and causing quite the intense discuss. Haha, “Where’s the OP?”, there was such a response. Just wait for it, she’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Spare me already. Is my life going to be such a mess every day…?”

I wonder what happened to the awkward atmosphere in cla.s.s the previous day?

Looking at how agitated she is, I’m definitely involved in some frustrating situation.

While on the way to school, I try to cheer myself up, thinking quietly, “Maybe n.o.body minds at all?” or “maybe everyone forgot about it after a day.” Once I reach school however,

“A living delinquent is just tras.h.!.+”

I got the above conclusion, and trudge over to the cla.s.sroom unhappily. Well, whatever. I’ve been ostracized all this while anyway.

I feel that the cla.s.sroom door’s heavier than usual, probably because it’s my psychological state, and I lower my head as I barge into the cla.s.sroom.

And then, unexpected words ring at my ears,

“Ah, go-good morning, Sakamoto!”

“…Huh?”

I blurt out a dumbfounded cry.

Wait, what was that just now?

I widen my mouth, like my lower jaw’s dislocated, and the chatting girls greet me tensely one after another.

“Good morning, Sakamoto.”

“Mo-morn, Sakamoto!”

“Good morning, Sakamoto, ehehe…”

“Eh? Ah, mo-morn…ing…”

I stammer in response.

I don’t know what’s going on, but the girls are smiling at me.

Th-this is?

The earth-shattering fact that there are people greeting me has filled up most of my brain’s internal memory, but I still barely manage to make my way to my seat. Anyway, let’s put the bag and sit down–

“Ah, Sakamoto. That’s not your seat.”

“Eh?”

A guy seated beside me said, and I notice on a closer look, this isn’t my table. Is there a change of seats?

“C-come here now, Sakamoto! There’s someone waiting for you”

Another girl at the other end hurriedly chime in, pointing at the middle of the cla.s.sroom.

Standing over there is–

“Go-good mourning.”

She bit her tongue again.

Kasumi lowers her head, and her already red face is flushed further.

The seat right beside that girl is undoubtedly mine.

No way.

“Come on, hurry up and have a seat. We swapped seats yesterday, and you’re sitting with Kasumi. Ufufu.”

There comes another a.s.sist, filled with some laughter, from the other end of the cla.s.sroom.

There’s snickering all over the cla.s.sroom, and Kasumi’s face so red I wonder if she has a fever.

“But you were really amazing yesterday, Sakamoto!”

“Yeah, you ran to the office, and yelled at the teacher in charge, ‘what are you guys thinking, letting a delinquent loose in school?’. That was so cool.”

“Though the teacher did retort back, ‘You’re the biggest delinquent here!’ Haha.”

“You’re really a nice guy, Sakamoto, aren’t you. S-sorry about being scared of you up till this point.”

“It was interesting when we’re swapping seats. You said something like ‘got to sit with Kasumi…’. Ahaha, since you’re hoping for it that much, we might as well give it to you!”

“Since you’ve declared your love interest that much, we can only give up on her, no~~”

And then, there’s all sorts of praises and teasings in the cla.s.sroom, aimed at me.

Erm…well.

“Sakamoto…?”

“Yeah, hm?”

Kasumi’s voice came from behind.

Everyone in cla.s.s is staring at us, and the atmosphere’s filled with tension and curiosity.

In this relatively awkward atmosphere, she stares at my face, and says,

“Th-thank you for what happened two days, a-ago…”

“Ah, no, I should be the one thanking you…”

I inadvertently lower my head, giving a bow.

“Ah, I-I’ll help take your bag…”

She takes my bag in a motion one can only describe as a young wife showing concern for a husband returning from work. Her feet aren’t stable however, probably because she’s so nervous. Ah, she’s stumbling…

“Ah!”

“Watch out!”

Hey! I said it’s dangerous already!

Kasumi trips over without any warning, moving like a b.u.mbling kid. And then, I inadvertently reach out and grab her body–

“Ah!”

“A-are you already?”

Cradling her.

And so, our eyes met.

“Ah.”

“Aaa…”

And, and–

“”””””Kyaaaaahhhhh–!!!””””””

The girls in the cla.s.s scream. d.a.m.n it! This is bad!

“Wow! Good job, Kasumi! Not bad at all!”

“What now, what now? Hey, Kasumi? Did you lean over? You leaned your b.r.e.a.s.t.s over at him, right?”

“Kasumi! Your objective yesterday is complete!”

And the surrounding onlookers let out a roar of hurrah. Ah, that’s enough already! Don’t do this to us!

“Th-that’s not it! I just grabbed her!”

“Th-th-th-th-th-that’s not it…! What are you saying, everyone! S-sorry,S- Sakamoto!”

The atmosphere in our cla.s.s is boiling over, and the two of us can only try our best to defend ourselves.

“Th-that’s enough already! It’s a misunderstanding! Just a coincidence! You’re mistaken!”

Kasumi, struggling out from my clutches, can only frantically explain to our cla.s.smates that it’s all a mistake, and I’m left showing a blank look. Because, well, there’s still the fragrance of a young girl left within my clutches, far more addictive than my imagination…

“So-so-sorry, Sakamoto! I-I was the one who messed it all up! Sorry!”

And both of us are seated side by side in the middle of the cla.s.sroom, with warm cheers from our cla.s.smates around us. Ugh, this is too embarra.s.sing…why did things end up like this…Kasumi’s definitely feeling troubled now, right? I continue to nag non-stop,

“…Everything’s going to plan…now…to play…dumb…”

“Hm, wh-what? What are you saying?”

“Hm? It-it-it’s nothing! Nothing at all! Don’t mind!”

And then, she continues to mutter some stuff for the entire day, trying to talk to me from time to time while biting her tongue. Whenever she talks to me, the atmosphere is the cla.s.sroom livens, but this situation really is weary to me.

Well, as long as it’s not be being hated, I guess.

Cla.s.s ended, and once I reached home, I opened the notebook, scanning it,

I did see it in the morning, but there’s a message written at the bottom of the notebook.

“You did it, hero.”

“…Goodness.”

I can only let slip such a warm voice.

Biting my lips to hold in my smile, I cough to no one in particular, and write on the notebook.

“I did it, hero.”

It’s Thursday tomorrow, and it’ll be Friday the next time I wake up.

For some reason, I’m looking forward to it.

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