Even after class, the piercing looks and voices seemed to be saying things likeā€œWhatā€™s with that guyā€¦?ā€ or ā€œWhy is Takanishi withā€¦?ā€
ā€œHahā€¦ā€
ā€œWhatā€™s wrong? How can you sigh when youā€™ve been called out by the woman of all menā€™s dreams?ā€
Grinning, Akito approaches me, and so I take my stress out on him by poking him in the head.
It was good that I hurried to my next class after that, because my misunderstanding classmates had started buzzing right after class was over. Some of them had even glared at me as if they wanted to shoot me dead.
ā€œDamn thatā€¦ she needs to think about her influence a little moreā€¦ā€
ā€œThatā€™s what you get for not listening to me before. You didnā€™t heed my advice and went to her house without regard for the consequences.ā€
When you put it that way, the fault lies with meā€¦ No, thatā€™s not right.
ā€œWell, all you have to do is go home.ā€
ā€œThatā€™s why I feel so heavyā€¦ā€
Unlike break, it has no sign of ending. Thereā€™s still a long time before it does.
The other person is the same as usual, I canā€™t really feel the difference.
Akito canā€™t stop grinning. This guy is having too much fun with peopleā€™s misfortuneā€¦
ā€œAs one would expect, theyā€™re really quick to catch up on things around here.ā€
ā€œWell, thatā€™s one of the few things that helps.ā€
The people who gather around Aisa are the main people in her class. They are the ones who can gather information about my visit to Aisaā€™s house and the reason for it, even if they donā€™t hear it directly from herself.
So, Iā€™ve been spending my time as usual. I was very grateful for that, because it would have affected my school life if they had become hostile to me.
ā€œWell, for every good thing thatā€™s happened to you, at least youā€™ve suffered a little.ā€
ā€œKouki-niiiiiiiiiiii!ā€
Akitoā€™s joyful voice was drowned out by the unexpected intruderā€™s voice.
There was no time to feel relieved. At the worst possible time, the worst possible intruder came.
ā€œManami?ā€
Aisa reacts faster than I do. Sheā€™s closer to the door than I am as Iā€™m at the window.
ā€œOh, Onee-chan! Are you done with homeroom yet?
ā€œNot yet. Go wait outside for a minute.ā€
ā€œOkay. Kouki-nii! Iā€™ll see you later!ā€
Manami waves at me and leaves through the door with a buzz.
My classmates are alternately looking at the door and at me.
When the stares and whispers had grown to an unprecedented volume, the homeroom teacher arrived and started class.
ā€œThis sucksā€¦ā€
Akito, who was still enjoying himself, laughed and patted me on the shoulder as I hung my head in dismay.
TL Note: Yeah. I know. Short Chapter. Mhm. Definitely thatā€™s all. I-Itā€™s not like I forgot about this series for a whole month or anything, baka!