Vol 1 Chapter 5 (1/2)

[BOKUs.h.i.+NU V1] CUT 5 – TODAY, I HAD AN ENCOUNTER WITH YOU. YOU SWEAR REVENGE.

Hikari Yumesaki seemed weird recently.

And on a certain morning in June, my doubts became belief.

It was a gloomy, rainy season.

And after reading the words written on the notebook, I felt something was amiss.

“She got a cold?”

And I immediately realized that was impossible.

The diary entry written in the notebook was unusually lethargic, or if I have to be specific, the contents written on it are rather businesslike, I guess. The contents she wrote had been lacking in information before this, but right now, the contents of the entries felt somewhat plain.

Her specialty, the ill.u.s.trations, has recently disappeared, and it seems she’s more obedient whenever she goes to school. It got to a point where even our cla.s.smates were troubled at how to encourage her “Pull yourself together.”

Even the white puzzle she always dabbled in was left buried in a corner of the room, and she never continued with working on it.

“I do feel embarra.s.sed if it’s panties, but not if it’s swimsuits! In other words, what this means is that it’s not an issue of the surface area covering, I think.”

Having completed the puzzle to this point, it seems she doesn’t have any interest in continuing on any further.

Leaving that aside, I was being worried, “You feeling alright? Are you troubled?” so I wrote these words two days ago,

“It’s nothing in particular, you know?”

And that was her reply.

“Nothing in particular, huh?”

Whenever this girl uses the term ‘nothing in particular’, unfortunately for me, it’s always a lie. That was what she would answer regarding the splurging of money and making a pa.s.s at my little sister. Both of us are in the same body after all. I can tell immediately that she’s lying.

“As much as I wanna say it’s a relief…I don’t think it’s possible.”

I don’t know if it’s fortunate or not, but my sensitive personality meant that I am never going to leave my other half like this.

And also, this might involve me in some way. She is me after all.

Using this vague excuse to convince myself, and decide to ask the second closest girl to me for a.s.sistance.

“…Erm, what did you just say?”

“As I say, can you tell me if I’ve been acting very weird recently?”

That’s my little sister, Yukiko Sakamoto.

I don’t know if she’s looking more s.e.xually attractive since she became a middle schooler, or Hikari Yumesaki gave her some style tips. Anyway, I find that her hairstyle and clothing looks more mature than before. However, I don’t think it matters much for a middle schooler.

“About that, well…I think you’re cuter than before…and…together, we…but, siblings doing that is…nuuu…”

“Huh?”

This girl, whose haircut has changed from the original bobcut to straight short hair, is looking extremely fidgety, stammering as she spoke.

It feels a little vague here, but this isn’t what I’m asking.

“Is there some obvious change or something? Like anything I did that’s different from what I usually do?”

“…Your question is really strange here, but I really can’t think of anything specific.”

“Is that so…?”

If it happens that she wants to hide something from me, that girl will obviously have things in place to deal with me. Tch, looks like I’m at a dead end here, huh?

But when we’re cohabiting in this strange situation, I don’t think she can hide much.

Looks like I got no choice. Better look into this myself.

“Thanks, Yukiko. Sorry for the weird question. Forget about what I said, ‘kay?”

“Huh?”

I turn away from my skeptical little sister, and is about to head for my room.

However, unexpected words can be heard from behind me.

“Speaking of which, who’s that man anyway? You two look rather close there.”

“Hm?”

I just heard something that made me shudder.

Wait, that was…

“Eh, erm, when was it? Who did I meet exactly?”

I try to speak using the basic vocabulary to as I turn over to her, trying my best not to look unnaturally. I’m already used to this action, but her startling words really caused me to jolt.

“When was it? I saw you chatting with a student from another school at a cafe. I remember that’s the uniform of Taki High, right?”

Taki High. As in Takiou High School?

It’s a private High School I have no business with, but I remember that is–

“I think it’s rare for you to be with friends, brother. Is that eloquent, handsome guy someone you know since Middle School?”

Piish, pussh, paash, poosh.

This young boy’s heart is being stabbed at by invisible needles, spears and lances.

And thanks to all those, my heart’s now letting out the shrill cry of a machine gun.

“…Ahh, speaking of which, I think I met that guy last week. Lemme think. Which cafe was it again?”

I fumble around with some smokes and mirrors, trying to listen in as I try to fish for more words.

“You even forgot about the shop you went? How stupid can you be? It’s the ‘South Polar Star’. The critically acclaimed shop couples go to.”

Cou…

“……Are you kidding me…”

“Brother?”

“…Yukiko, you’ve grown, haven’t you?”

“Huh?”

“This brother here is very happy to be able to live to see you grow so big here.”

“Wh-what’s with you? Y-You wanna die? You idiot…”

“Yeah…I feel like dying…”

Leaving these words behind, I return back to my room without looking back.

Feeling confused and betrayed, my mind’s in a complete warzone, thinking,

What’s with this bitter feeling…

“Speaking of which, how did Yukiko know about me?”

I buried my head in the bed, quietly shedding tears for several minutes.

Having calmed down quite a bit, I start to have such questions

But I guess it doesn’t matter now. There are more pressing matters,

Right now, I’m staring at the ‘South Polar Star’ homepage with teary eyes.

According to what I see on the official page, it’s a cafe with a stylish atmosphere. In the meantime, I checked on the ‘user blog for this shop’, and found comments like ‘I checked out this shop after watching a movie with my girlfriend, and it’s really a great shop!’, and ‘it’s relaxing hearing the soothing BGM. My boyfriend’s happy too’. I read all these comments with a parched voice. What’s this, spiteful remarks?

“A Takiou High uniform…”

I recalled the report on that news bulletin.

“A female student of Takiou High School died in an accident.”

That was the obituary news column of Hikari Yumesaki.

And that Hikari Yumseaki met the boy dressed in Takiou High School student.

Takiou High, boy, cafe filled with couples, suave, handsome, handsome.

“You’re ranked second to me in regards to those who cause hearts to flutter, Sakamoto!”

A certain line from before appeared in my mind again.

Ranked second, second, backup, 2nd candidate, number 2, guaahhh.

“Now I get it. I finally got it…”

She’s a high school girl at that age.

Such things may actually be quite normal.

Ah d.a.m.n it…are you kidding me…?

I don’t think it’s a good thing for me to be a third wheel here, right?

But couldn’t you have talked about this to me in the first place? I guess I’m getting too obsessed here.

I really can’t help but let my thoughts run wild.

I really want to investigate on that guy, but I can’t possibly be able to check on who this guy is just because I know he’s suave and handsome. It’ll also seem unnatural for me to ask my little sister.

Argh, I don’t have a way out of this?

But though I say so, I continue to tough it out and read the user blog, rage biding within me. And so, I arrive at a very weird blog

“Hm? What is this?”

It’s a blog with cute fonts, couple-like icons, and a fairy-tale atmosphere

These alone would still be ordinary.

“Yukirin’s big brother observation diary☆”

But this is the t.i.tle of the blog.

Why do I have a bad feeling about this? How perverted is the person opening this blog?

Though I wonder this, I casually pick a certain diary entry, and continue to read through some parts I’m interested in.

The stuff written are,

“Yukirin’s big brother’s acting very strangely! Is it because he likes Yukirin so much that he’s like that?”

“Yukirin’s big brother asks me what Yukirin thinks about him! What’s going on here!?”

“Yukirin’s big brother’s embracing Yukirin tightly! M-my big brother’s smell”

“Yukirin’s having a swimsuit bath with Yukirin’s big brother!!! And he also scrubbed Yukirin’s back–kyaa.”

I find these siblings to be too disgusting…isn’t this just a brocon and a siscon together? Goodness, how in the world are their parents educating them?

Feeling curious, I browse through the other pa.s.sages, and found there to be worse,

“Yukirin’s big brother stole Yukirin’s bra here. Yukirin was actually hoping that he would use the bra to do that, but he actually put it on himself. What’s going on here…?”

“Yukirin found big brother sleeping next to her with just a piece of underwear! Yukirin hurriedly shooed him off, but it seemed Yukirin did too much here…is Yukirin’s really alright here?”

“Yukirin got kissed by big brother…Yukirin wants to die…”

Goodness me. Such terrible siblings.

Seriously, what’s with their parents…

“Are there any questions for Yukirin, who’s about to be NTRed over her big brother??”

“(Wall breaking scoop!), Yukirin’s big brother ended a room with that braided girl, and there were lewd sounds coming from inside.”

“(Cheapskate big brother) Brother, with, girl, 4 hours, lewd sounds, sister going crazy ‘send mail’.”

……

“Big brother got confessed to. It’s okay, big brother won’t leave Yukirin alone. Definitely not.”

“He messed up!!! Big brother got dumped How embarra.s.sing!! Wahey!! LOLOLOLOLOL!!!”

“Big brother sent a ‘comfort request’ mail! Ah, Yukirin quickly rejected it, but this is the chance to be an adult author here…ahhh…Yukirin you idiot!!!”

“……………………..Phew.”

Upon reading till this point, I inadvertently let out a sigh.

And then, I yell,

“YUKIIIKKKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!??????”

Wa-wai-wait…ehhhh!?

“No…nonononono!!”

Wait wait wait! You’re kidding, right!?”

No, I’ll be troubled if it’s not a joke! But, the next entry…

“You can’t, big brother…Yukirin and you are siblings…”

…WHAT DID SHE DO!!?

“W-what did that idiot do…?”

I’m left completely speechless. How in the world is Yukiko writing such a blog?

However, if we’re looking at the characters and the events that happened, it’s definitely

“No-no, don’t think about it…don’t think about it already…”

I barely manage to drag back my consciousness that’s drifting to Mars, and continue to read on panting,

None of these happenings matter here.

If this is my little sister’s blog, there’s definitely a hint here–

“B-big brother’s having coffee with an unfamiliar handsome guy! It’s here! Something inexplicable’s awakening! I guess there’s benefits to being a stalker!”

Got it! There’s a hint! And sis, you have such habits after all!? Well, whatever!

And, the continuation?

“Yukirin never thought big brother would have such fine tastes!. He called the handsome guy ”Kazes.h.i.+ro’. What do everyone think here!? Is it?”

And below this pa.s.sage is a two-shot photo with mosaic over the eyes.

I can’t really tell as it’s a little far, but the person sitting closer to this side is definitely me. The body figure and hairstyle’s the same as me, and sitting opposite me, drinking coffee is,

“This guy’s ‘Kazes.h.i.+ro’?”

The eyes have mosaic over them, so I can’t see his overall appearance, but I can still vaguely tell that the guy’s really handsome.

……This guy.

“d.a.m.n it.”

I suddenly lose all my drive, and immediately switch off my computer, sitting at my desk with my head slumped.

Do I write on the notebook ‘who’s Kazes.h.i.+ro?’

But if I’m to ask, she’ll ask me how do I know.

“So I can’t go beyond that…?”

And in the end, I did not write anything about this, just a normal, boring entry.

I think I should give up. If that girl never told me anything about this, it means she doesn’t want me involved. No matter how close I am to her, our hearts can’t really be one.

Because that girl chose to hide this.

“This definitely isn’t a good thing.”

It’s Friday, and the time’s 3.30pm.

And I, muttering this, am standing in front of Takiou High.

Yes, I came here after all.

The first thing I wonder is, why is the weather so bad?

It’s just a world of grey everywhere, like clouds of grey smoke blocking my eyes or something.

The air’s as moist as the rain, just like what I feel.

I’m not the only one annoyed here; the students dressed in high school uniforms are the same too, looking very lethargic. The moment they exit the school gates and see me, they immediately move aside–ahh, it’s nostalgic to be treated like this by others. I still have memories of students shunning me, their backs arched as they returned home.

“I guess I’ll make her angry. However.”

I’m trying my best to come up with an excuse, but I can’t think of anything. It’s just jealousy after all.

I tried many times to convince myself to give up ever since that day, but I’m still unable to do so. All I realize now is that this isn’t a good thing to do.

And in the end, I really want to see that guy’s face. Well whatever, I thought. I’m being really uncool here. I’m not joking.

“He’s Kazes.h.i.+ro, right?’

I stare at the photo on the cellphone, which I copied from my little sister’s blog, muttering,

What am I supposed to do after I do see him?

–What’s your relations.h.i.+p with Hikari Yumesaki?

I might ask this question, but, if, at this moment,

–We’re in love~☆

If he’s going to answer that, how am I suppose to respond? I guess I’ll feel better if I beat him up good, but do I have the fort.i.tude to do such an embarra.s.sing thing? I can conclude that no, I don’t have such courage. I probably will end up trying my best to give a silly smile, saying “I-is that so?” and run back to my house, venting my frustration on the pillow.

“No, I can’t do this.”

I came all the way here already, and I’m still being so timid. Uwah, this is bad. This is too pitiful of me. What am I doing here?

Do I go back? Shall I go back after all?

It’s not too late to back out now, right?

Yes, right, I guess I shall go back–

“–Sakamoto?”

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!??”

My shoulders suddenly got whacked, I thought I was going to die.

Feeling extremely fearful, I turn back to look…ah, the handsome guy?

“What are you doing here? Everyone’s scared of you here.”

“Eh, ah, oh, oh.”

Shut up, you idiot. Don’t suddenly greet me here! Are you being so rude because you’re a handsome guy? All handsome guys have bad personalities after all, I guess?

“Y-yo, quite a coincidence.”

I respond back at the guy who greeted me with such familiarity, and observe him.

He’s a skinny guy, but does seem seem a little st.u.r.dy, and he’s probably a little shorter than me. He has nice neat hair that felt pure, and the handsome face gave a refres.h.i.+ng aura. The hand slinging the bag over his beck was very white, like a girl’s. However, there were blue veins on them, making him look rather unhealthy.

I guess that’s him, just as I saw him on the photo.

So this guy’s Kazes.h.i.+ro.

“Are you actually waiting for me?”

“Hm, well yeah.”

Now then, what kind of relations.h.i.+p do I have with this guy? It’s really awkward to come all the way here without any prior knowledge. Do I say “I really want to meet you, *blows kiss*”? If he’s going to answer “Me too, *blows kiss*.” I think I can die in all kinds of ways here.

“Since you’re here, Sakamoto, let’s find a place to chat. That cafe’s not bad, right?”

“Ah, hm, yeah.”

I answer with as few words as possible, and at least managed to make contact without raising any suspicion.

Now it’s time for the main issue.

The sky’s completely cloudy. Kazes.h.i.+ro brought me to the ‘South Pole Star’ cafe. I did some research on this shop, and had some understanding of it, but I do find it to be really a stylish cafe after witnessing it personally. It really isn’t a place a single male will visit. In other words, it’s like that, right? That? What’s that anyway?

It’s a weekday afternoon, but the place is still packed. A few minutes after the guy wrote the name ‘Kazes.h.i.+ro’ on the waiting list, the shop attendant called us to sit in. I’m really not used to such an environment, so I can only pretend to calmly sit down.

I can vaguely see the antiquated coffee mill and the s.e.xy looking wine bar far inside the counter. There’s all kinds of constellations symbol marks stuck all over the shop, and on a closer look, one could find a large celestial globe dangling from the ceiling.

I stare at the old telescope resembling the one Mr Galileo liked to use, located at the entrance. “Anyway, let’s just order something first.” at this moment, I heard Kazes.h.i.+ro say some sensible words. There’s a menu sent to me here, but the terms on it are all so dangerous to comprehend. Oh well, I guess I’ll just order whatever I want.

The lonely music box continue to echo throughout the shop, and when the waiter quietly walked over to me, I point at the topmost item on the menu. In constrast to me, Kazes.h.i.+ro simply read the horizontal words that sounded erotic. d.a.m.n if this guy’s cool. I can’t do that.

Such a notion vanish along with the waiter, and there’s a slight s.p.a.ce. Now then, time for the real show.

Did this guy date Hikari Yumesaki before? If they did, so what about it now? I don’t think she did reveal her real ident.i.ty, and I don’t think she was trying to make contact with others using my body. But there’s the possibility that this guy’s gay–

“Kazes.h.i.+ro.”

And so,

“What?”

I asked.

“Are you going out with anyone?”

“That’s quite an abrupt question. Not at the moment, anyway. What about that?”

At the moment?

What’s with the emphasis on that? Don’t give me this kind of vague answer here!

“I-is that so? Not at the moment?”

“Yeah. I don’t have any interest in that.”

d.a.m.n it. So what’s the answer? Can’t you just be specific?

I’m trying to find a chance, trying to see if I can ask something out of this, but it seems Kazes.h.i.+ro a.s.sumed that the topic has ended as he fiddled with the questionnaire form placed on the table, and I can’t ask any clarification about those vague answers. s.h.i.+t.

But well, it looks like any doubts about him going out with me are gone now, I guess.

And the moment I mutter this,

“–Hm?”

Kazes.h.i.+ro opened his moment absentmindedly as he lifted his head. Hm? What now?

“…Wait a moment. Why are you being so relieved now?”

“Hm? Ahh, I’m just a little curious. Nothing much to that.”

“No, you’re curious? Are you kidding me, hey?”

“Eh? Wh-why are you being so anxious here?”

“No, because boys–…….w-well, it’s nothing.”

Kazes.h.i.+ro muttered slightly, and brought the coffee to his lips with a bitter look. What’s with him? He’s looking really bad here.

“Hey, what now? Did I just say something bad, Kazes.h.i.+ro?”

“No, don’t mind about that. I just thought of some things in the past. There were people who frequently say this about me, Kazes.h.i.+ro has a face for that type of thing.”

Hm?

“What do you mean, that type of thing?”

“You know, that. That, well, between men…there was an acquiantance I knew of who once said this, that my face is popular amongst boys. We were talking about what kind of face that was.”

The deep eyes could be vaguely seen under the straight black hair as Kazes.h.i.+ro muttered this hesitantly. Ahh, well…I understand why you’re always said to be like that. I too had the same suspicions just now.

“Dammit. n.o.body would say this if only I look like my dad. Do you look like your dad, Sakamoto?”

“No well. My dad’s a plain, short, salaryman, but I’m uselessly huge.”

I answered as I add the sugar into the coffee, and Kazes.h.i.+ro showed a bewildered look

“Eh? Didn’t you say that your dad’s a muscular rugby player the other day?”

For goodness sake! That idiot! Cut it out!

“Ah, no, that’s the other dad..”

“The other? …Ah.”

Not good, this desperate excuse makes it sound like a paradise. “…Sorry, I think I shouldn’t have asked about that. My apologies.” You don’t have to worry about that, Kazes.h.i.+ro.

“Hahaha…haha…”

I barely manage to round things up with a laugh, but I’m feeling more gloomy than ever. Speaking of which, I still have no idea who this guy is, I don’t know his relations.h.i.+p with Hikari Yumesaki, and I don’t know his relations.h.i.+p with me, which makes this impossibly hard to handle. How am I suppose to continue attacking?

Feeling completely jittery, I’m just chit-chatting with him about things like test, TV. I’m scared of revealing my hand here.

“…Now then.”

Just when I’m quietly pointing the middle finger at myself in my heart.

Kazes.h.i.+ro fondled with the acrylic docket, and let out a noticeably deep voice,

“You expressedly came all the way to my school. Do you really want to know, Sakamoto?”

….Oh dear, aren’t you saying quite the strange thing there, Kazes.h.i.+ro?

This is really an unexpected big chance. What I shall reply is–

“–Ah, of course.”

Anyway, let’s hear what he has to say.

Of course, I don’t have a plan. From here on, I’ll let the topic continue on inevitably.

“Normally, I won’t care about such a harra.s.sment. You’re the guy who saved me from a drunkard though, Sakamoto, so I’m torn.”

It looks like I saved him once.

“Are you still doing that thing? That s.e.xy Dream.”

……I guess I’m still doing it.

“No, well, that’s when I’m free, I guess.”

“I’m really envious of you, able to be so nonchalant about protecting someone.”

Kazes.h.i.+ro’s grumbling face is so miserable and transisent.

d.a.m.n it, did she fall of this face?

“But why are you so curious about that? I–…I don’t understand the reason why you’re interested about my revenge.”

“–Huh?”

In spite of my carelessness, those distinct words entered right into my ears.

Revenge? Did he just say that?

Wait, wait, why do I feel that this is continuing in a strange direction–

“Ah, no, about that…I’m wondering why you want to take revenge…”

I meet him right in the eyes, speaking up so as to try and pursue the topic.

Hey wait, the topic’s continuing in a more problematic manner than I thought it would be.

What’s going on here…?

“I guess it’s really bad not to watch my mouth. It’s because I carelessly let a slip that you were harra.s.sing me like this. Ever since that day, you’ve been making contact with me all this time. Are you that concerned?”

Kazes.h.i.+ro continued to stare at the black, glossy coffe ask he checked with me a perturbed voice.

Tell him I won’t continue harra.s.sing him?

But I can’t say that.

That girl’s the one harra.s.sing him here, so in other words, it has something to do with her.

“I haven’t known you for long, but I know that you’re not a bad person. However, I have to be gutsy and say this to you. Sorry, but give up already.”

Revenge. Bad guy. Gutsy. I’m left speechless at these unfamiliar terms.

“…”

Kazes.h.i.+ro stares at this speechless me with a face of varied emotions, and continued drinking his coffee.

In the end, I’m unable to hear any more than that. After that moment, we started talking about other topics clumsily, trying to abandon this burdensome conversation behind as this irregular time pa.s.sed on.

I’m able to talk with this guy better than I expected. He’s adept at listening, and is moderately intellectual. He also has a great sense of humor, and anyway, I realize the tragic fact that I completely lose to him as a man. d.a.m.n it, it’s no wonder that Hikari Yumesaki would like him. Haa…

It seems there’s something irregular with what I said, for he would comment, “Sakamoto, you have a lot of strange things going on.”

Such a magnanimous att.i.tude is also a factor in being well liked, huh?

d.a.m.n it.

“When I was being s.e.xy Dream, I coincidentally met my high school friend. Well, that was about a month ago. I was wondering if he was feeling alright, so I went out to play with him a few times. Sorry for hiding this from you. Kazes.h.i.+ro may have said some weird things, but please don’t worry about it. He’s a little p.r.o.ne to misunderstanding things.”

“But even if you say so, there’s no way I can’t be concerned about that, right?”

I met Kazes.h.i.+ro two days ago.

I know this is a pathetic feeling born out of jealousy, so I was hesitant as to whether I should write this event on the notebook. However, I guess she would know inevitably, so I simply wrote it all down honestly.

And Hikari Yumesaki’s reply is as what was described above.

However, I’m still unable to accept her explanation as it is.

That girl coincidentally saved her friend Kazes.h.i.+ro when she was going out being s.e.xy Dream. She was then concerned about him, and met him a few times while keeping this a secret from me. However, Kazes.h.i.+ro carelessly mentioned the word ‘revenge’ that day, and Hikari Yumesaki, who probably had some idea on what it is, was curious about that…that’s probably all that is.

No matter how I look at it, this diary’s basically telling me ‘don’t get involved in this’. Even her conclusion was basically,

“Anyway, don’t worry about Kazes.h.i.+ro. I’m fine here.”

“You’re fine, huh…?”

If this were a line in a young boys manga, I can at least make a cool reply like ‘gotcha, I trust you…’. However, reality is a palette filled with multiple impurities, and this wimpy me has no guts to say those words with all my might.

“Looks like things are becoming worse than what I imagined, huh?”

Kazes.h.i.+ro was probably Hikari Yumesaki’s ex-boyfriend, I guess. Though I do have such a worry, I do think that things aren’t that simple here. No, of course I’m curious as to the truth behind all of these too.

The issue here is about that term.

Without knowing about the ‘revenge’ Hikari Yumesaki has been probing on with all her might, there’s no way we can talk about solving this.

And I have no idea what this has to do with Hikari Yumesaki. Maybe there’s a possibility there’s no relation to that.

However, he would not say it out anyway.

No matter how much Kazes.h.i.+ro would express himself, I’ll just end up a little overwhelmed as far as I’m concerned. However, I’ll be really troubled if she’s being serious about this. She and I are the same ent.i.ty. Even leaving this aside, I want to avoid having her going through a bad time as far as possible. I can’t leave her like this even if my love isn’t posible.

“Revenge, huh?”

I pull out the Middle School uniform that was thrown into a corner of my closet.

It’s my ex-partner which I somehow left behind.

I take out the student handbook hidden inside that pocket, and open it. The rippling sounds of papers echo loudly within me.

It’s Hikari Yumesaki’s student handbook.

This is the proof that she was once alive, the proof that she died.

The girl died in an accident.

Based on the information given by the driver and eyewitness account, the police attributed this to an accidental death due to carelessness. And she walked on the pedestrian crossing without paying attention, resulting in an unfortunate accident.

“Kazes.h.i.+ro…what in the world are you thinking?”

Because of what happened, it was grey all over two days later.

Solemnly, opening the diary, I felt devastated here.

“I found some ero photos you’ll be happy with! Open up the second drawer from the bottom of the desk! Write down your reflection! (42 words by 34 lines composition paper, write 15 ~ 30 papers of them)

“Am I supposed to write a short story here?”

My hopes dashed, I open the drawer dejected, and found just an ill.u.s.tration on it with the words written, ‘you really thought they were ero photos? too bad! that’s Hikari-chan (ver: you wanna have a go?)’. There’s a strange ill.u.s.tration of a pretty black-haired girl sitting on the bench, with the hook of her jumpsuit undone, jumpsuit revealing the cleavage. However, this ill.u.s.tration does look rather familiar. I guess that’s it, she did draw manga about men bonding. She really does like those things, huh?

And also, it’s a waste that the work is of such good quality.

“Goodness, she’s always doing that sort of stupid thing.”

At the same time however, I feel a little relieved.

It’s a great thing that she’s not unhappy and brooding over this.

She has been looking very weird recently, so I was worried; however, she would have days when she feel awful, and if she’s like this, I guess she’s fine.