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This is my seat, the last row by the window.
I had no friends in junior high school and studied hard, so I was able to get into a reasonably good school. Our school has a lot of students with flowery heads considering their average score, so from the first day we had to draw lots to change seats.
As a result, I was about to be seated with all the noisy girls around me, so I secretly made a deal with the boy who had drawn my current seat, asking him if he would trade me for a seat with all the cute girls.
He was happy, I was happy, it was a win-win deal.
Thanks to this deal, half a month has passed since I entered the school, and I’m enjoying a relatively peaceful school life.
The only valuable time I spend at school is when I’m relaxing by the window reading a new issue of a manga.
“Hey, hey, what are you reading today?”
…If it weren’t for this woman sitting in front of me.
“Why are you talking to me?”
“You’re as cold as ever.”
“I told you before, I’ve been a misogynist ever since I was deceived on by a classmate in junior high.”
“But for someone like that, you talk to me, a woman.”
“I just don’t want to do the same thing as the people I don’t like. They’ve always ignored me.”
“….I feel kinda sorry.”
“It’s not you. Don’t worry about it.”
….She is hard to deal with.
“I think women are pests that lie for convenience, flatter good-looking men, marry for appearance and status, cheat on their husbands, beg for alms, get divorced, take the alimony, and leave.”
“…..That’s a bit much, there are no women like that, now you made me angry.”
“I’m talking about my ex-mother.”
“…..I’m really sorry.”
“No, it’s my fault for saying what I said.”
I talked too much. I didn’t need to say all this.
“Sato kun, you had a lot going on with your mother as well as your classmates.”
“Well, I don’t know many of them. I don’t have any friends.”
“That’s sad.”
“Don’t deny me my life. If you feel sorry for me, go away.”
“Okay, okay. I gotta go pick some flowers before the break.”
“All right. Go for it.”
“You’re so random.”
At the end, she grumbled and went off somewhere, but that’s fine.
“Hey, you.”
….Hm, who is it?
“What?”
“….Can you please not talk to Mei?”
“Fine.”
“…..”
–Bang.
“Ouuch ! What the hell are you doing !”
“Turn around.”
“….Who the hell?”
A girl?
Some kind of dark-haired, girly-looking girl… the type I’m not particularly fond of.
Is she a classmate? I don’t know.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Well, yeah.”
“….Haa. Could you please not be so familiar with Mei?”
“….Mei? Who’s Mei?
“…..You’re kidding, right?
“No, I’m sorry, who is it?”
“…..Oh, my God, are you serious?”
I know it’s a girl, and there’s no way I can remember a girl’s name.
“…Haa, the girl sitting in front of you.”
“Oh, yeah….I’m not trying to be friendly.”
“Then don’t talk to her !”
“She’s talking to me, I’m not talking to her.”
“You don’t have to answer !”
….Women are idiots.
“So you’re telling me…..that I should bully her?”
“H-huh? Why would I say that !”
“Because you told me to ignore her.”
“I-it’s not that !”
“Make up your mind, you’re the one who said it.”
Why should I be the perpetrator of bullying?
Women really don’t think. They just go on with their stories.
“I-I’m just trying to keep the strange people away from Mei.”
“Oh, so you know the rumors about my middle school days.”
“T-that’s right ! I feel bad for Mei if someone like you is stuck around !”
“Fine, fine, then tell her. I’ve only seen her from behind.”
“….Huh?”
“She usually talks to me when I read manga or look at my phone.”
“…Are you serious?”
I know she has some kind of light hair color, but I’ve never seen her face.
Although there was a time when she tried to force her way into my sight.
“And, while you’re at it, can you tell the other girls to stay away from me?”
“W-why are you saying that…?”
“I don’t like women because they’re liars.”
“…What the heck.”
“Haa…I’m going to turn a blind eye to the fact that you threw a tantrum and assaulted me, so just go away damn it !”
Now you’ve got footprints all over me, you know.
I’ve been trying to get rid of them, but they just don’t seem to be coming off.
“…Okay. It was my fault for kicking you.”
“Yeah, don’t come back.”
She’s gone, that’s good.
…I’m a little bothered by the sympathetic tone of her voice at the end, but that’s fine.
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