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I’m not wrong. I’m not wrong. So why does it hurt so much? If I did something wrong, would I be freed? Well, maybe I would be freed for a moment, but then another wave of pain and regret would wash over me.
That’s why I won’t make a mistake. Absolutely not.
“Yasu”
“Nesu”
Today, too, it starts with the usual unique greeting.
Damn it, I was supposed to say “Nesu” tomorrow, but he beat me to it. Since I can’t use ‘Nesy’ , I’ll have to decide on something else. Still, I’m impressed that he came up with “Nesu” too. He’s quite the guy.
“Did you watch yesterday’s anime?”
Surprisingly, this Saotome watches anime. I don’t think there was such a setting in the original work, but I guess they wouldn’t bother to write or mention such a thing. Saotome watches anime.
Or maybe it was my Mizuno Shota who said he watched it because he likes anime. The original work didn’t seem like the type to watch anime.
“Of course. Yesterday’s episode was honestly amazing.”
“Yeah! I knew it! I think that alone will make it the best of the season.”
“That’s an exaggeration.”
“It’s not an exaggeration.”
I never thought I’d be able to talk about anime with Saotome. I mean, he’s from the game world, right? Who would think you could talk about this season’s anime with someone from the game world?
Well, this is a piece of cake. If this is what it takes to be best friends, then it’s suddenly become a walk in the park. The easier, the better, just like a part-time job. I’ve never had a part-time job, though.
While chatting with Saotome, I glance over at the usual trio.
I shouldn’t look, but I can’t help it. This will continue until the cultural festival, so if I keep worrying about it, there’ll be no end to it.
But once you start wondering about it, you can’t think about anything else. It’s just painful to watch, so you should definitely stop.
Huh? They’re going in a different direction than usual. That’s not Hisada-chan’s seat, is it?
As I follow the trio with my eyes, they gradually approach Niiro. No, it can’t be. No, no, no, it can’t be… right?
“Sorry. My hand slipped.”
The scene that I saw ended up being directed at Niiro.
Huh? Huh? Huh? Why did this happen? Why did the arrow that was pointing at Hisada-chan end up pointing at Niiro?
The trio left the classroom with smirks on their faces, so it doesn’t seem like they mistook their target. The problem is that they didn’t mistake their target.
I wish they had made a mistake! Why did they choose Niiro? Why did Niiro become the target?
“Sorry, I have something to do.”
“Oh, okay.”
I was walking, but in my mind I was running at full speed toward Niiro’s seat. Some people tried to talk to me, but they seemed to give up when they saw my face. What’s wrong? You can’t keep a poker face. You can usually do it.
“…”
I sat down at Niiro’s seat, but because of what happened yesterday, I didn’t know how to talk to her. I guess I should start with a greeting.
“What’s wrong? Why do you look so scary?”
Niiro noticed that I was sitting silently at my seat and spoke to me. Do I really look that scary? I forced myself to smile. I’m Shota
“Hey, can you come here for a minute? I want to talk to you.”
“Sure.”
She readily agreed, and we moved to a place where no one else was around.
“Why did you call me here? Are you going to confess your feelings to me?”
She must be imitating what I said yesterday. It makes me angry when people make fun of me when I’m talking seriously. I did that yesterday, so this is Niiro’s revenge.
“Haha, then I’ll confess my feelings. But if I’m going to confess, I’d rather do it in a more romantic place.”
“If you’re going to joke around, you should laugh more.”
It seemed that the corners of her mouth, which had been turned up on the way here, had dropped.
It’s lame that she’s not laughing even though I made such a joke.
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why?”
Stop pretending you don’t understand. You know exactly what I mean. Why do you want me to say it myself?
“Why are you being targeted by Shibamura?”
“You’re paying attention after all.”
“!”
I messed up. That’s right, I was maintaining the stance that nothing had happened and I hadn’t seen anything. It was so sudden that it completely slipped my mind.
“I met her yesterday and told her directly not to do anything stupid. And now look what happened.”
“Look what happened…”
After disbanding with me, did she call the three guys and tell them directly, and did the three guys, who didn’t like that, target Niiro as well?
“But don’t worry.”
“About what?”
“I won’t ask you to help me anymore.”
“…”
Should I be happy about this? Or… No, of course I should be happy. But…
“I’ve decided. No matter how long it takes, I’m going to stop the harassment.”
You don’t have to decide that. You have more important things to do. Just focus on Saotome. Why are you going that way?
“Don’t worry. I’m not blaming Mizuno at all. I’m just doing this on my own.”
If that’s the case, then go ahead and scold me. Then I can pretend I’m a stranger too.
“Yeah… I guess so. Then I can’t stop you. Good luck! I’m rooting for you!”
“Yeah, but if anything happens, be on my side.”
“Yeah.”
It’s good that there’s nothing I can do, because I was about to get involved again.
It’s okay, right? It’s still going according to the original story, right? It’s just that one person has become two, so the situation hasn’t changed that much. In the end, it’s going to be a cultural festival, so the situation shouldn’t have changed.
Then there’s nothing I can do.
Besides, I’m not at fault here, right? Everything will be resolved at the school festival, and I clearly told Niiro that there was no bullying going on. Niiro brought it up herself, I didn’t tell her to do it.
So I’m not at fault. No matter how you look at it, I’m not at fault at all.
…I’m not at fault. I’m not at fault, so why am I feeling so bad?
Of course, the harassment continued after that. But it’s good that you have more friends now. Now you’re not alone, and Niiro has joined, so you have two people to support you, right? Plus, by getting revenge at the school festival, you’ll both become more popular, so it’s a win-win situation. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a good thing.
To be honest, I feel sorry for Niiro, but what she’s trying to do is pretty much a waste of time. If you look closely, there are three main culprits, but they have a group of friends who are close to them, so without solid evidence, it’s impossible to hang them.
In Japan, the majority is still considered to be right, so even if Niiro brings half-baked evidence, the group will say it’s not true. That’s what’s scary about the majority.
It’s a futile effort, but I still think Niiro is admirable. That’s why I’m going to support her behind the scenes.
The harassment continues the next day as usual. The guys in the group who had just been watching started to giggle and even joined in the harassment.
Ugh, it’s disgusting. How many more days do I have to watch this?
I know it’s wrong, but there’s a part of me that hopes that Saotome will notice and stop it. But every time he’s about to notice, I divert the conversation, so there’s no way he’ll notice.
What am I hoping for? What do I really want?
“Hey, are you okay? You look scary.”
“Ah, ha ha. Did it look like that? Actually, I thought I looked cool.”
“No, you looked ugly.”
“Compared to you, maybe.”
I guess I was making a scary face again. How much do my emotions show on my face? Am I that bad at keeping a poker face?
The trio is heading toward Hisada-chan again. This time, the leader, Shibamura, is the same as usual, but the other two are different from usual.
“Sorry. My hand slipped.”
Then they passed by Hisada-chan again, giggling.
I saw it.
Hisada-chan was crying.
That’s when something inside me snapped.
I had a flashback. Hisada-chan crying alone behind the school building. Niiro, who trusted me and came to me for advice.
I was sitting and chatting with Saotome, but something snapped inside me, and I suddenly stood up.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Saotome was flustered by my sudden action, but I didn’t have time to explain.
I walked quickly to Shibamura’s desk.
Once I reached her seat, I picked up Shibamura’s desk and threw the contents forcefully through the window.
A loud crash echoed throughout the classroom, and everyone’s conversations stopped abruptly as all eyes turned to me.
“Sorry… my hand slipped.”
And with that, I declared war on Shibamura and the others who had made my precious idol cry.
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