8
I'm finally back at school. Of course, the doctors are still a tiny bit scared that something will go wrong, so they're making me use crutches for the first week. I don't need them at all, but regardless I will heed their directions. If I were to trip and fall and break my arm as a result of some yet-undiscovered incorrect healing, then that would be devastating, so these precautions are definitely wise.
I sit down at my desk for the first time in so long… it's crazy. I kept up with my schoolwork while in the hospital, so that should be fine, but knowing my first-period English teacher Ms. Saotome, the lessons won't be anything like the work I was given.
Nakazawa notices me and stops by my desk. "Kamijo! You're back already?"
"Yeah," I answer. "I hope you are doing well."
"Better than you must be," he says, gesturing to my crutches.
"Actually, I don't really need those, but my doctors want me to use them for the next few days. I'm actually completely fine though."
"Ah, that's cool." Nakazawa and I look at each other for a few moments. We aren't actually friends or anything, so we have already run out of things to talk about. "I.. ah… It looks like class is about to start. See you." He hastens over to his desk and sits down just as Ms. Saotome enters.
"Class," she begins. "I would like to address a very important issue here on our campus."
Oh no.
"The amount of PDA, or public displays of affection, is ludicrously high here at this school, and I will not tolerate such complete disregard for decency that you children have! If a-" She coughs a few times. "-year old woman is not allowed to bring her boyfriend into the school without causing a scene with the principal, then no students should ever be allowed to do so, either!"
She calms down. "Now that that's out of the way, we should welcome Mr. Kamijo back to school after recovering from his accident." The students clap, and I bow my head in thanks. Though I know that relatively few of my fellow students really care that much about my return. I don't think I have ever actually spoken to Madoka Kaname over there before, and I have no idea who the girl with the black hair is. She must be a transfer student that came over while I was out.
My worries were right. Ms. Saotome's lecture has nothing to do with what I was learning in the hospital. Luckily, I was privately tutored in English from ages three to twelve, so I already know the language well enough that this class isn't at all difficult.
I feel someone's eyes on me. I turn my head slightly and see Sayaka staring at me. When she notices me looking back, she quickly returns her gaze to her notes. I honestly have no idea what that's about. She must be PMSing or something. Women.
