When one knows how to handle their cards, complicated things become much easier.
Whether it's steering a conversation in one's favor or planning the perfect moment to exploit someone's weakness.
Perhaps I'm despicable for doing that?
Well, it's not like I'm a morally upright person. I'm just a selfish individual who enjoys having things to feel satisfied and happy.
That's why, upon realizing that if my actions with them continued to escalate, things would become difficult and there would come a point where decisions would need to be made. And let's be honest, if I can do something to avoid that situation, I will.
When I learned about Nakamura's entire situation, as well as her desire to win, and considering she's someone who succumbs to pressure, it occurred to me that she was the perfect choice.
I won't boast about being an expert manipulator or a master in those areas. In those realms, I'm just an ordinary person who knows how to reason, and that's precisely why with just reasoning, one can deduce or plan certain things. Reasoning varies from person to person, from arriving at the simplest answer to the most complicated one.
In my case, I decided to take both—a complicated answer that would eventually become an easy one. It's a win-win situation.
Perhaps using Nakamura to satisfy my hormonal impulses and engage with a woman is not the most appropriate or ethical thing to do, but that's something each individual decides for themselves.
So, at this moment, I'm waiting for Nakamura at the gates of Sobu High.
We couldn't establish certain things that day due to the presence of the nurse, so I decided to take charge on Monday, and here I am.
You might wonder why I didn't do it during class hours. Well, being the target of everyone's hatred doesn't make things easy. Of course, I simply ignored their looks of disgust, as well as their insults whispered about me.
Why don't I do anything to put an end to that kind of harassment? It's simple. As long as things remain that way, Nakamura and I will only be strangers, classmates, nothing more.
It might be interpreted as paranoia, but when Yumiko used to come around frequently, rumors started to surface, and since Yumiko was involved in this case, there was no problem.
But what if rumors started circulating that I was "dating" Nakamura?
Well, that would mean having Yumiko glued to my back. I know her well enough to deduce that at some point, she would confront Nakamura to ask if it's true. The rest is easy to figure out.
I'm selfish. If I have the option to have it all, I'll choose that.
After spending time with Yumiko and the others, their company became comforting, something that simply cannot be compared to the company of a stranger.
And as our relationship deepened, it became obvious that things could get complicated.
I won't lie, it's mostly my fault. Not putting a stop to this and letting it run its course was my responsibility.
Perhaps a part of me doubted it at first, but don't expect me to accept that I suddenly fell in love with a girl like Yumiko. Anyone would have doubts initially.
The most obvious answer would be to date her. Who in their right mind would hesitate about that?
Unfortunately, I can't include myself among those people.
You can call it different things—cowardice, stupidity, or immaturity.
But if someone were in my position, with all this gnawing at them from within, the answer would be the same as the one I chose.
Can the dynamics of a relationship change relationships? I believe they can. That's why I avoided, by any means necessary, further progress with Yumiko.
I'm not mature enough to make a decision that involves someone else. That's why, as long as things are perfect for me, I'll do everything possible to keep them that way.
Now, going back to the topic of Nakamura. My plan for today is to exchange numbers to communicate and gain more of her affection. Last time, we made more progress due to the way the situation unfolded, but under normal circumstances, I doubt it will repeat itself.
While I wait, I can see different students from various clubs heading home, and a certain girl with whom I'm already familiar is making her way toward me.
I've had enough of her during club hours, so I decided to ignore her.
"Should I consider this a form of harassment?"
But it seems she didn't pass by me.
"Now, what crimes are you accusing me of?" I said in a weary tone. Today was a calm day in the club, so Yukinoshita dedicated her free time to "converse with me."
"Waiting for me at the exit to follow me, that would count as harassment."
"You know, you're not the center of the universe. Besides, even if I did that, I doubt you would notice my presence, and I wouldn't deliberately be within everyone's sight."
It's not like I have experience with harassment, but I consider myself a keen observer. There's no evidence to blame me. If I did do it, I would have plenty of valid alibis.
"The fact that you say that with such certainty shows that you've done it before. Seriously, I keep discovering more disgusting things about you."
"I appreciate you too, Yukinoshita. So, since you discovered my plan of observing you, appreciating your non-existent attributes, I suppose I'll decline from my plan." I said sarcastically.
When Yukinoshita becomes a headache, mentioning the size of her breasts is one of the few things that puts her on guard and prompts her to respond with the first thing that comes to mind. She can also choose the second option.
I've grown accustomed to that icy gaze that could freeze the underworld. So, I simply smiled at her look filled with contempt and disgust towards me. Judging someone based on their appearance is immature and impolite, but I do it specifically to annoy her, so I don't care.
As she seemed about to give me a lecture on ethics and why breast size doesn't define a woman, I raised my hands in surrender. Maybe another time I would engage and counter some of her arguments, but right now I have things to do.
"Spare me your sermon; I'm sure you have better things to do than lecture me when club hours are over. I won't take up any more of your valuable time." I said in a respectful tone, although I'm sure she interpreted it differently.
"That's strange. What are you planning?" She placed a hand on her chin, analyzing me as if searching for the reason behind my quick surrender and submission.
"Will there ever be a time when you don't consider my actions suspicious?" Sometimes it's scary how easily she reads me. Or maybe I'm just too obvious?
"I can assure you I have enough reasons to do so."
Now that I remember, she has a valid point.
"It wouldn't hurt for you to trust me on occasion." I said with a sincere smile, which is not genuine.
"I did once, and you only deceived me in a dishonest way." She said, giving me a cold look.
I guess she'll never forget how I snatched the Pan-san plushie from her hands. Did I go too far in exaggerating that story? I don't think so.
"Don't you think you're being too resentful? It's no use dwelling on the past, Yukinoshita." Although I'm not the best person to say that.
She raised an eyebrow upon hearing my words. I'm sure she'll never forget it.
Ignoring Yukinoshita's words, which were meant to contradict mine, I noticed a group of girls approaching our position. Well, we're standing on the right side of the Sobu High gates, so it only takes a slight glance to notice us.
Yumiko mentioned this, but I didn't think I indirectly bore responsibility. Maybe it was my fault for creating a monster that would eventually destroy me.
What do I mean by that? What kind of monster would make me fear?
It's quite simple: a group of girls led by a certain fujoshi who uses a model similar to me for her writings. Although technically I gave her permission for it, there's no use regretting it now.
"Oh, Tsurumi-kun, what a surprise to see you here." Ebina said cheerfully, as if she were pleased with the progress she made with the other literature club girls. In fact, after the cultural festival, I paid a brief visit to their club just to make sure she's forbidden from showing it to any other guy. And I also left a subtle threat to the other male members of the club.
I'm responsible for creating that aberration, but I don't think others should sacrifice themselves and get involved, although from the small advances I read that day, it's already too late for them.
I didn't know whether to feel happy for being the one giving rather than receiving. If there's no choice... I'd rather not think about it.
There was no point in trying to avoid this, so I have to face it, although I noticed Yukinoshita's curious gaze.
"Ebina and the other weirdos, hi." I greeted them casually, without bothering to remember their names. I have no reason to lie.
"Who are you calling weirdos?"
Quickly, the other three girls from the literature club responded in unison. I would call them by their names, but I forgot. There's no reason to lie.
"Come on, come on, you know how he is. Besides, you can get your revenge in other ways, right?" Ebina said with a hint of malice. Maybe she's still a bit upset that I refused to be a model to provide more detailed male body references? Or because I used her number to sign her up on a dating site?
I wouldn't sit idly by while she tears me apart in her writings. And I'm not foolish enough to resort to other methods, especially since it would incur Yumiko and Kawasaki's wrath.
As time goes by, I feel like Yumiko and Kawasaki have become a combination that shouldn't exist, as if they were two forces destined to repel each other, because if they come together, it would be dangerous. After interacting with them after the sports festival, I feel like it might have been a bad idea. Of course, I'm also glad that those two get along.
Now, back to reality, I noticed how the three girls put on a sinister and excited expression, something I'd rather not see for a long time.
Ebina becoming the leader of these girls is like bringing hell to Earth. People who should never have met because when they come together, they become too dangerous; that's how I define those four.
"By the way, I see you're accompanied," Ebina said, focusing her gaze on Yukinoshita.
"Just ignore her; if you pretend not to see her, she'll eventually go away." I said mockingly.
And this caused Yukinoshita to give me a look of disgust, but I ignored it.
Upon realizing that I wouldn't respond, she cleared her throat.
"I'm Yukinoshita Yukino. Nice to meet you." As expected from the youngest daughter of one of Chiba's most prestigious families, there were no mistakes or hesitations in her introduction.
"Yukinoshita-san, huh?" Ebina started looking at her with curiosity, as if trying to decipher something hidden. And she wasn't very subtle about it.
Ebina was never known for addressing others casually upon first meeting them. Perhaps if she had confidence in them, it could be the case, but I think part of it is my fault. Now that I think about it, did I influence the four of them too much?
In any case, the other three girls also observed Yukinoshita. I know she stands out in her own way, but if they stare at her as if she were a strange object, I doubt she'll remain indifferent.
"You know, observing in that manner is very rude." And as expected from the ice queen of Sobu High, she didn't hesitate to put the other girls in their place. Experience in this field, perhaps?
The girls stopped staring and looked somewhat embarrassed. I can assume that they were only imitating Ebina, so I can't blame them. Since they took her as their teacher, anything is a valuable experience.
I have a few assumptions as to why Ebina is interested in Yukinoshita, or rather, what she is thinking right now.
The main reason would be Yumiko losing the tennis final and Kawasaki losing the final with her basketball team. And you might wonder how I know this. Well, I had to pay for karaoke and attend with them. Let's just say their mood wasn't the best, and since I wasn't with them that day because I was busy with Nakamura, it was my way of apologizing.
I can be many things, but I value my friends, so it's the least I could do.
And as you can guess, when describing her opponent, I remembered seeing Yukinoshita with her uniform and a racket, so connecting the dots was easy. But still, considering Yukinoshita's resistance, it seemed incredible that Yumiko lost. I guess being slim has its advantages.
You might ask, why do I remember this so vividly as if it happened yesterday? Well, that's because it did happen yesterday. My Sunday, a day of relaxation, was anything but relaxing.
I would have preferred to have at least a week of rest from so many consecutive things happening to me, but I guess that's asking for too much.
Couldn't they give me a few peaceful days? Afterward, they can send me the Armageddon. Complaining mentally to non-existent beings is pointless, but it's a way to discard those thoughts.
"I'm sorry, I was just curious to see you with Tsurumi-kun." Ebina said in her usual tone.
In other words: I didn't think Tsurumi-kun would interact with other girls besides Yumiko and Kawasaki.
Maybe I'm overthinking it.
"If that's the case, I understand perfectly." Why did Yukinoshita nod as if indirectly saying that I lack the ability to interact with women?
"Well, if you're done questioning my ability to interact with others," I turned my attention towards Ebina. "I'm sure you have better things to do." I said calmly.
I could sense a certain gaze from the other girls, so I assumed they were heading somewhere.
"Oh, right! Ebina-sensei, we have to catch the pre-sale of that manga!" One of the girls said.
I don't have to reason much to guess the content of that manga.
"You're right, I almost forgot." Ebina nodded in the direction of the girls before refocusing her attention on us.
"It's best if you go quickly, the reserved stock might run out." Normally, I could handle Ebina, but if we add the Yukinoshita factor and the other girls, I feel like I'll end up with a headache.
"I'll keep that in mind." Ebina nodded, somewhat cheerful. Honestly, there are moments when I can't predict what she's thinking. "Tsurumi-kun, Yukinoshita-san, see you later."
After saying that, Ebina began to walk ahead, followed by the other girls. When I felt like I had one less problem, Ebina turned towards me. "By the way, we'll have the complete draft of the first volume soon, and once you read it, I would appreciate it if you could help us come up with a suitable title." After saying this, she quickly caught up with the other girls, disappearing from my sight.
I could only sigh at my situation; cursing is pointless, and besides, I was the one responsible for this by agreeing to some of their requests.
"It seems like your circle of friends is larger than I imagined," Yukinoshita said while looking somewhat pensive.
"I never denied having friends. I only agreed with you because dealing with you is a headache. Believing you're always right is one of your weaknesses, isn't it?" I didn't hesitate to mock her.
Being treated like a fool is annoying, and for people like Yukinoshita, it must be even worse.
"Well, that's..." Before she could try to contradict me, I decided to deliver the final blow.
"If I remember correctly, you said it's wrong to judge people by their appearance, and I remember you saying that I seem like the kind of person who doesn't have friends, someone incapable of socializing. What happened to those words?"
I don't usually press Yukinoshita so much since there are no favorable outcomes, but this occasion is a unique opportunity, and as I turned my gaze towards the Sobu High building, I noticed another group of girls heading towards the exit.
While Yukinoshita pondered how to respond, the group of girls reached our position.
"Tsurumi-kun, Yahallo!" She greeted me as always.
Although now Yuigahama changed from using "-san" to "-kun" since she trusts me more, adding the cultural festival, the sports festival, and dinner at her house is a significant advancement.
Among the group of girls, there was a cheerful Yuigahama, accompanied by the other girls who are part of the cooking club.
"Yahallo, Yuigahama-chan!" I greeted, imitating Yuigahama, energetically raising my arm.
You might wonder why I'm behaving this way. Did I become a riajuu and now dream of having a harem of cute girls? Or did I decide to act like a generic romantic comedy protagonist?
Unfortunately, none of those are the answers, as I decided that since everything has gone to hell, I might as well have more fun.
What do I mean? As you could see, Yuigahama is with the other girls from the cooking club, so you don't have to be a genius to figure out the reason.
I never thought that Saturday and Sunday would be days of surprises.
While we were all at the karaoke, Yuigahama mentioned that she had gone to the cooking club with Yumiko a few days ago, and after a small test, she formally joined the club.
My first impression was that it was all my fault, as that shouldn't have happened. After all, Yuigahama would join the service club in her second year, forming a friendship with Yukinoshita and making her more open to dealing with Yuigahama, forming a beautiful friendship. But all that went to hell.
At that moment, I remembered the words I said to Yuigahama when I left her house, and after she mentioned that she also made that decision after hearing my advice, there was no one else to blame for this.
Initially, I thought my actions wouldn't affect the course of everything since I made sure to handle things meticulously.
Perhaps my joining the service club was a mistake on my part, but I had hope that I would leave that place before the end of the first year. But after hearing that Yuigahama is happy and very comfortable in that club, it wouldn't make sense for her to suddenly want to join the service club overnight. Especially considering what I've heard from her and her mother, I'd be an idiot not to realize what happened.
Now she has no reason to go to that place because she can consult her friends for any doubts or uncertainties. And knowing Yumiko, she will do everything possible to help her, and if she can't, she'll ask for my help.
That day, I went to the bathroom for a few seconds to clear my mind.
I never considered that being friends with Yumiko could bring about so many changes. No, in fact, by becoming closer to Yumiko, someone more open to interacting and reciprocating the emotions of her friends, it was a possibility for Yumiko to develop a stronger friendship than Yuigahama should have with Yukinoshita. Someone who corrected her mistakes, someone who told her she can be whoever she wants and ignore the words of others, someone who genuinely cares about you and shows it; that should be the relationship between Yuigahama and Yukinoshita. But before they even met, Yuigahama found that person in Yumiko.
But why is this my fault? It's simple. If I try to compare Yumiko to the one in my memories, the only thing they have in common is their appearance and their concern for their friends. However, while the original Yumiko had a very bossy and aggressive attitude towards them, the current one cares and won't hesitate to jump at you if you mess with any of them.
Yumiko won't use indirect ways to find things out; she'll ask you directly. Since she had the courage to confess her feelings to me, I knew she was already very different from the girl I remembered.
Although indirectly I managed to influence her and suppress some things, I know you can't easily stop a fire, but when that time comes, I'll figure it out.
And that's why Yumiko went through a big change; my way of interacting with her and spoiling her, as well as our friendship. I suppose the way I treated her influenced her way of trying to imitate me.
I always tried to make my younger sister strong-willed, which is why I knew what to say and when to make her feel confident. And even though I don't want to admit it, I ended up doing the same with Yumiko. Seeing her in that moment reminded me so much of my younger sister that I ended up treating her in the same way.
So, when she had her encounter with Yuigahama, things had already taken a different path.
What do I mean by all of this? After processing all the information and giving up because there's nothing I can do, I simply decided to sink with the ship.
There's no point in being so cautious with my actions anymore, at least not to the same extent. So, I decided to be more open in certain aspects.
These are things that don't affect my personality in the slightest, it's just that I'm not as cautious anymore.
"You're imitating me!" Yuigahama pouted when she saw my poor imitation of her greeting and pose.
"Not at all. I just thought it was a worthy greeting, so I decided to give it a try at least once." I brought one of my hands to her head and started messing up her hair. She just looked at me a bit angry but didn't do anything.
Then, the president of her club quickly removed my hand from her.
"You're too serious, Izayama," I said with my usual nonchalant tone.
"Add a 'senpai' to that."
She hit my head with her hand.
Me, a respectable person in society, treating a senpai like that; can that happen?
I simply have confidence with Izayama-senpai because we exchanged numbers after the cultural festival, and we met by chance. She told me that her food stand received a great response, and it wouldn't have been possible without my advice and recipes.
The most amusing part was when she tried to recruit me to her club, even saying something like I would have my own harem of cute girls. Of course, it was all said in a joking tone.
Her opinion and attitude towards me changed after our cooking showdown. So, I could understand her to some extent, while the other part is simply her treating me like she does with the other girls in her club.
Am I someone who is easily trusted?
I declined her offer, but she still said I could drop by her club anytime for another showdown. We even exchanged numbers to stay in touch.
After that, we talked on a few occasions, mostly exchanging messages about recipes or things related to cooking. So, you could say we have a certain level of trust between us, and personally, I'm not someone who is very reserved when interacting. I just feel lazy most of the time.
"Izayama-senpai." I said, somewhat in pain.
"That's better. And you, Yuigahama, should also learn to..." Izayama started lecturing Yui. From what little I know about her; she values the girls in her club. As the president, she always takes care of her members. In other words, she's like an older sister figure.
Taking advantage of Izayama-senpai being focused on Yui, I positioned myself behind her and started imitating her. This earned me amused looks from the other girls in her club. Although I haven't interacted with them, I decided that I have no reason to hold back from doing things I want to do.
Quickly, even Yuigahama turned her gaze in my direction. Seeing her being scolded but still wanting to laugh is amusing.
"That was close." I narrowly dodged Izayama's hand. It was a clean strike towards me, but I managed to move out of the way.
"I see I need to teach you a lesson to have more respect for your senpai." She said in a menacing tone.
"Maybe another time." I waved one of my hands in a gesture of refusal.
Izayama-senpai seemed ready to deal with me.
"You two, this isn't the place for that." But to my surprise, it was Yuigahama who intervened. If I recall correctly, she has experience dealing with similar situations with Yumiko and Kawasaki.
"You know you're not in a valid position to say that, right, Yuigahama," I said, pointing at her.
"Yuigahama-chan, it's not good to interfere in the conversation of your elders." Izayama-senpai played along with me.
"Mou! Don't treat me like a child!"
At Yuigahama's pouting and expression, we all started laughing. I can't deny that it's not fun to tease Yuigahama.
While Yuigahama was still somewhat embarrassed by the whole situation, her gaze turned to the president of my club, who had been observing the whole time, as if wondering if what she was seeing was real.
"Tsurumi-kun, she is..." Before Yuigahama could finish speaking, I interrupted her.
"Just ignore her; she can infect you with her bitterness." I replied to Yuigahama, waiting for Yukinoshita's response.
"That's hard to believe coming from you."
Being involved in the conversation, Yukinoshita chimed in.
Seeing how Yukinoshita seemed like someone I knew, Yuigahama showed more confidence in talking to her. You know, the friend of your friend is my friend.
"Yahallo! I'm..." Her energetic tone for introducing herself is characteristic of her, but unfortunately, the other party doesn't share this trait as they interrupted her.
"Yuigahama Yui, a first-year." Yukinoshita said in her usual tone. If Yumiko had seen how they interrupted Yuigahama's greeting, things would have gotten complicated. "I didn't quite catch the first word you said." She's really not someone who goes along with others.
"That's her characteristic greeting," before I could respond, Izayama-senpai spoke up for me. "At first, it seemed strange to me too, but you get used to it."
One more member for the Yahallo club; soon it will become Japan's national greeting. Yuigahama for world domination.
"Izayama-senpai, good afternoon." Well-versed in manners with her seniors.
"By the way, how do you know me?" Yuigahama asked, somewhat excited. Having someone like Yukinoshita recognize you at first sight must be flattering, but unfortunately, it wasn't the case for me.
"Yukinoshita is like a stalker; she knows everyone at Sobu High." I said in a teasing tone. In fact, her ability to remember students' names is quite terrifying.
"Is that so? Because I had never heard of you before we met." someone doesn't seem to be in a good mood.
"That means I did a good job." I said proudly. Since I entered Sobu High, I've done everything possible to go unnoticed.
"I think you're the only being on Earth who can be proud of that." And as expected from Sobu's ice queen, she had a ready response for everything.
This would be an opportune moment to mock a certain aspect of Yukinoshita, since both Yuigahama and Izayama-senpai are well-endowed, but if I did that, things would drag on. Perhaps I'll use it in the future.
"You two get along well, don't you, Yuigahama?" Izayama-senpai said, and the other girls nodded, supporting their president's words.
"I think so, although seeing Tsurumi-kun interacting like that is still amazing." Yuigahama has a valid point; I rarely interacted with others in front of them.
If I let this continue, we could easily spend several minutes talking. And even though I know I can have fun in many ways, I'll pass on it for today.
"I apologize if I seem like someone with zero female contact, I can't help it." I think I should improve the impression I give to others, but since it's bothersome, I'll pass on it. "Leaving that aside, I'm sure you must have something to do."
I wasn't sure if this was true, but most of the time when a large group moves, it's because they have a specific goal in mind, and I hope that's the case here.
"In fact, we're going to a nearby café because they released a new product, and since everyone has free time today, we decided to go." As expected, Izayama-senpai confirmed my thoughts.
Glancing at the other girls, they are discussing the new shake and dessert, and I overheard them talking about trying to imitate it in their cooking. Good luck with that.
"If that's the case, we won't take up any more of your time, Izayama-senpai." Yukinoshita, being attentive to the atmosphere, knew how to bring the conversation to a close. Although I was going to do the same anyway.
"Tsurumi-kun, Yukinoshita-san, would you like to join us?"
I'm glad that Yuigahama is trying to invite us, but I feel like there's a hidden reason behind it. Call it paranoia, but there are no 100% good people, especially when it comes to Yumiko's friend.
Yumiko will always take care of Yuigahama and support her in anything, so why can't Yuigahama do the same? It's just a matter of gathering information, something I'm sure Yumiko would greatly appreciate. And if I consider that, Ebina did the same at that time.
Now I reconsider that maybe I was showing them negative things about myself.
"I'll pass on it. I don't want to receive death stares from other guys. Besides, I have some pending matters, maybe for another time."
"I'll also decline the offer, but I appreciate the gesture." A gracious way to politely decline something. But there is another meaning in the Yukinoshita language.
In simple terms, I don't want to be in a noisy place with several girls talking about topics I'm likely to get lost in and not know how to respond. Source: my experience spending time in the service club.
"I guess it'll be for next time." Yuigahama said while giving us a quick glance. Why do I feel like my life is about to take a 360-degree turn?
"We should leave if we want to find a table." The other girls quickly stopped their conversation and focused on their president's words.
Izayama-senpai started moving ahead with the others.
"Yukinoshita-san, Tsurumi-kun, see you." I waved goodbye to Izayama-senpai's words.
"I hope you can join us next time." With these words, Yuigahama followed the rest of her club members. Gradually, they disappeared from my field of vision.
"What's wrong?" I asked, noticing Yukinoshita's pensive expression.
"I wonder if you're really like this all the time."
"You just don't know me well enough, that's all." I said in my usual tone.
I doubt anyone will ever fully know me.
"It's true, it seems my perception of you was wrong." Yukinoshita said thoughtfully.
I can't blame her; not everyone is honest about how they interact with others.
"And what was that perception?"
"Someone unethical, inconsiderate, unable to empathize with others, and saying nonsensical things."
"And now?" I was curious about what things had changed.
"Someone unethical, inconsiderate, unable to empathize with others, and you tend to say nonsensical things." She said with a mocking smile. "And you're very rude to your superiors."
"You've only taken one thing away and added another; I suppose it could be considered progress."
"You're the only person on Earth who can consider that progress. Seriously, I still have a lot of work to do." Yukinoshita could only sigh at the long work that still lies ahead.
"Who knows, there may be more people like me. But putting aside the fact that I'm fading away, it's time for me to go home." There is no other way, since it seems that she will not leave until she is satisfied.
"I thought you had something to do."
"That's true, but I've already completed it. If you're curious about what my goal was, it's simple. I wanted to see how long the president of my club can be interested in me, even if I don't do anything." I said mockingly, to make her realize that she wasted her time.
"You truly are..."
I decided to interrupt her.
"A great club member who contributes with experiences," I said mockingly. "See you, don't forget to show up at the club tomorrow; it would be a shame if you didn't."
After saying that, I started walking in the opposite direction Yukinoshita was heading. Luckily, my house is in that direction.
As I walked, I could hear her sigh and murmur something.
Once I reached a corner, I looked back and noticed Yukinoshita's figure moving away in the direction of her apartment. That girl is a headache, seriously. Although it's also because I acted somewhat suspicious, which is not typical of me.
With no one else who knows me or pays attention to me, I returned to my designated spot. Now all that's left is to wait, and maybe it's lucky, but she still hasn't come out.
After seeing a few more students, I noticed Nakamura, who was alone. At least that makes things easier.
As she got closer to me, she finally noticed me.
"Ts- Tsurumi, what are you doing here?" She asked, somewhat surprised. I don't blame her, since today I could feel her gaze on me several times, and whenever our eyes met, she quickly looked away.
"I got lost in the paths of life." I said in my usual tone.
"As if that were true!" I'm sure she still remembers what happened on Saturday.
"I was waiting for you." I replied with a smile.
She cleared her throat. "What matters do you want to discuss with me?"
Trying to act serious when your expression doesn't help isn't very believable.
"I don't have your number, so I wanted to exchange contacts. That way, we can communicate more easily."
In simple terms, I'll call you when necessary, but other than that, you simply don't exist. My intention is to use her as a way to pass the time and relieve stress, nothing more.
"I would like to talk to you about that." She said determinedly.
I feel like this is going to be a headache. All that's left is for me to adapt to the situation. How annoying.
"Go ahead, although to be more comfortable, I know a perfect place for this."
Being alone with just the two of us standing in the middle of Sobu High's entrance is not very private, to say the least.
"No problem."
Once we agreed, I started leading the way to a café. I know several places in Chiba since I used to kill time by walking around. So I decided to choose a somewhat secluded café that would also serve as a suitable location.
The only downside is that it's a bit far from school, and remaining silent throughout that time could be awkward. And assuming what she's going to tell me, doing nothing would be the worst option.
I'm quite pessimistic in some areas, which turned out to be a good thing as I can anticipate what Nakamura wants to talk about. Of course, it's just a hypothesis, or maybe I'm just being overly paranoid and expecting the worst outcome.
"By the way, you took your time to come out."
Perhaps it was a stroke of luck or sheer coincidence, but her delay in coming out gave me the opportunity to get rid of the others. Things would have gotten complicated otherwise. The fewer people who know about this, the smoother things should be.
"I offered to store the equipment and supplies, so I took longer because of that." Nakamura said in a calm tone, but I could sense a certain regret. Carrying the guilt of causing an entire team to lose won't disappear overnight.
"I'll do my best to make up for my mistake." I said mockingly.
"What's wrong with that?" She asked, somewhat annoyed.
Normally, I don't like giving her the answer, but in this case, I'll make an exception.
"How would you feel if someone kept apologizing to you every day? Even if you've told them it's not a problem, they keep doing it."
If the other person hasn't forgiven you, making amends is a good idea, but once they forgive you, what's the merit of continuing to do so? There isn't any. In fact, continuing to do this can be annoying.
"If that's the case, it would be annoying, but I don't do that." She growled when she finished saying this.
"You do it indirectly."
"I never said I always volunteered for it."
"Am I wrong?"
She didn't respond. Facial expressions say much more than words. And by analyzing this, you can see much more than words can show.
"It's not wrong for you to want to redeem yourself for your mistake, but if the other girls have said it's enough, you should listen to them." There's no point in insisting.
"But..."
I decided to interrupt her. "It's okay to be kind, but if you keep doing it, it's like telling them that they blame you. For now, it's normal, but over time, it will seem annoying to all of them, so I advise you to stop. But if you still don't feel like it's enough, you can invite the girls from your club to eat or go somewhere, and after that, express your thoughts, be honest. That should help you stop feeling that way. But I'm not telling you to stop putting effort into your practice. In fact, it's best if you keep working hard, but without exaggerating."
She seemed thoughtful. "I'm still surprised by how you can say that."
"I apologize for appearing insensitive." I said with a downcast tone.
"I didn't mean to say that. I simply..."
"I was just joking." I replied.
Seeing that she seemed embarrassed by my earlier comment, I decided to set the record straight.
"Sometimes it's hard to tell if you're being serious or joking." Nakamura cleared her throat. "But I'll consider your words, as a second opinion is welcome."
Seeing her expression change is a relief. I didn't want the mood to be terrible before reaching the café, and luckily, I succeeded, as we arrived at the café.
I opened the door to the establishment like the gentleman that I am, and we headed towards one of the tables. Once we sat down, a waitress came to take our order.
Since I already knew what to order, I placed my order while Nakamura read the menu.
"The usual for me."
"A sweet coffee and a lemon pie, right?"
I nodded.
I have another life apart from school. So, some days after leaving the club, I come to this place to have something to eat while reading one of my novels. I know, I'm not very original.
But it's comfortable to do so, especially when I get home early and it's just me and Kuro, since my lovely little sister usually goes out with her friends and arrives after me. So, there's no problem spending some time in this place before going home.
Nakamura closed the menu; it seems she has made up her mind.
"An iced coffee and a chocolate cake."
"Alright, I'll bring your orders in a few minutes." The waitress said before leaving. Well, it's time to hear what she has to say.
"So, Nakamura, what did you want to tell me?"
I have a certain idea, and I hope it's not that.
"I'm sorry."
To my surprise, she apologized.
"I don't know why you're apologizing, so I don't know if I should accept them or not." It was strange.
"On Saturday, we let ourselves get carried away by the atmosphere. I won't deny that it was a pleasant experience, but upon further reflection, we don't know each other that well. We only started interacting a few days ago."
"In other words, we skipped a lot of steps. Is that what you mean?"
That thought is normal, even for couples to do those kinds of things; they would only happen after several months of being in a relationship.
She nodded, somewhat embarrassed. It's cute when she behaves like a shy girl. This must be new for her, so she doesn't know how to tell me. Or rather, if I were to accept this.
I'm sure that if I refuse, things would continue as usual, but there would be a certain barrier, and that way things would reach a point where they would slip out of my hands.
"Perhaps it's too late, but let me introduce myself. I'm Tsurumi Raiden, a first-year student, and I'm in the service club, and..."
"Why are you saying it as if we're complete strangers?!" She said, expressing doubt. Behind that bitter face, there's a cute and easily deceived girl.
"Do you want me to demonstrate it again?" I said with a smile.
Her face turned red at my words. I definitely can't let her go.
"Don't say those things in a place like this!"
"So, if it were a more private place, you wouldn't have a problem with it?" I said with a hint of teasing, although now I don't oppose that idea. After all, it was a frustrating day.
"Don't use my words against me!"
"Excuse me... I brought your orders." The waitress said nervously, not knowing how to interrupt us to serve our order. This made Nakamura's face even redder.
"Thank you."
After receiving my order along with Nakamura's, I bid farewell to the waitress, although Nakamura remained silent while slowly eating her cake.
Ignoring how I diverted the conversation, Nakamura thinks that our 'relationship' progressed too quickly, skipping some basic steps that one would expect. That's the downside of not being able to properly resolve things that day; if I had, I wouldn't be going through this.
There are several ways to deal with people, either by providing them with inner or outer security. In this case, things are already halfway there; we just need to finish the journey.
But if I think about it, my only option is to do that. Because in Nakamura's case, she needs someone who will stay with her, someone who will tell her. 'I'll be there for you. No matter what.'
"What do you want to know about me? Since you said you want to get to know me better, I assume you want to know things about me." I said after finishing my lemon pie.
"What are your weaknesses?"
She didn't hesitate for a moment to ask. I see that I gave her an overly conceited impression of myself, so it's to be expected that she wants to know in what areas I'm not good.
"I'm extremely bad at anything related to music, whether it's singing or playing instruments."
This is true, I have no talent for music whatsoever. Even Yumiko and the others rub it in my face when we go to karaoke.
Following the cliché of the reborn in another world plot, I must have the ability and talent for music, be a good singer and a master with musical instruments, but actually I suck at it.
Although I enjoy listening to music like anyone else.
"I didn't think you were bad at it." She looked happy saying this.
"No one is perfect; we all have flaws. And if I were to add something else, I guess I'm also bad at math." To some extent, it's true, but since I'm not interested in it, I don't bother studying it. However, I make sure to have enough knowledge to pass exams. Though I avoid long calculations; I can be bothered to work them out.
"That's normal. Not everyone has the mathematical intelligence to understand it." Her tone of voice was proud.
"I guess I should ask, but it's easy for you, isn't it?" Normally, I would brush it off, but I have to ask.
"That's correct, I'm very good at math, so whenever you want, I can teach you." An arrogant person can be annoying, but coming from Nakamura, whom I've come to know, it's quite nice for her to boast about something after I beat her at everything else.
"Well, then I'll be counting on you in the future, Nakamura-sensei."
She puffed up her chest with pride at my words, and for me, it was a good sight, so I can't complain.
After that, we talked about some more trivial things, enough to keep her interested in me. Of course, I didn't say anything personal because, in the end, Nakamura is just someone to pass the time with, and once I get bored, she won't be useful to me anymore.
Besides, while I stayed engaged in the conversation, I took out my phone to keep myself from getting bored and do some other things. You can't blame me; I genuinely have no interest in the rest.
That way, we spent another half hour chatting before leaving the place.
With everything settled, we got up from the table and headed to the counter to pay.
But being the gentleman that I am, there's only one way.
"Don't worry, I'll pay for everything, so you can wait outside." There were two people ahead of us, so I had to wait in line to pay.
"It's not necessary, I can also p..."
"I insist, I'll pay. Besides, that way you'll appreciate that I'm a gentleman." I said with a proud tone.
"As if I would believe that." Nakamura smiled as she said this.
After her words, she left the venue.
You could say that the conversation we had was somewhat monotonous and didn't contribute much, and although I was good at diverting several topics, in the end, we remained as friends who are interested in each other. More than friends, less than lovers. In simple terms, I have to go through all the work of courting. But, unfortunately for her, I'm not interested in that.
Once I made the payment, I left the place.
"I told you, I'm not interested!"
Upon leaving, I noticed Nakamura with another guy. If I had to describe him, he would be a university student around 20 years old, with brown hair, and slightly taller than me.
"Come on, come with me. I assure you, we'll both have fun." That guy said with a somewhat sinister tone.
"I'm not interested, and besides, ..."
Before Nakamura could say anything, that guy grabbed her arm. Judging by Nakamura's expression, the grip was tight.
Both of them didn't notice my presence as they were focused on each other.
And since the entrance to this place is somewhat hidden, there was no one around to help her.
"I didn't ask you, so let's go. We'll have fun, and maybe in a few hours, you won't forget my name." That guy began dragging Nakamura, and although she tried to resist, she couldn't compete in strength.
Nakamura's face showed fear. A sudden change in the situation can affect a person, especially when you're with someone you can't oppose.
"I'm sorry for you, but she's with me." I said with an arrogant tone.
I broke the grip on Nakamura's wrist, pulling her towards me.
"You..."
There were tears welling up in her eyes.
"Hey, boy, don't meddle in our affairs."
"And what if I want to interfere?"
"Don't meddle in other people's business, and besides, you're nobody to interfere." Said the guy with an arrogant tone.
"Maybe that's a good point. Am I just a friend?" I looked at Nakamura after saying this. "But either way, I can't just stand by and watch." I said confidently.
I could see the look of expectation on her face.
"You're pathetic for protecting someone who isn't your girlfriend." He said mockingly. "Since that's the case, just don't get involved and let me have fun with her." His expression was terrifying as he directed it towards us.
"I am." Nakamura said softly. But being pressed against my body, her face filled with determination. "I'm his girlfriend!" She said this out loud.
A smile appeared on my face upon hearing this.
"Tch! I'm not interested in girls who have boyfriends." Saying this, that guy retreated.
It's common to ask if everything is alright, but one must strike while the iron is hot.
"Those were some interesting words. From what I understood, we were just friends."
She blushed upon hearing this, especially since she was still close to me, and our faces were near.
"I only said that to deceive that guy." She said without looking into my eyes.
"Is that so? Then why are you still sticking to me?"
She realized this, but before she could move away, I moved with her towards a nearby wall, cornering her in the process. And to add that touch, I forcefully hit the wall beside her.
A technique known as kabe-don. Quite effective in manga and novels.
"You know, Nakamura, maybe we were too hasty that time, but you can't deny that we had a good time~" I whispered near her ear.
On Saturday, I showed her that she can rely on me for any problem she may have, referring to internal matters, doubts, or regrets. And today, I showed her that I can protect her no matter what situation she's in. Indirectly, I forged the image of being able to handle any problematic situation she encounters.
I created both internal and external security within her. Someone she can fully depend on and trust.
"I... I..." I can tell just by looking at her. She just needs a little push.
I brought my right hand to her chin.
"If you don't want it, you can stop me."
I slowly leaned my face towards hers, but just like the last time, she didn't resist.
Our lips met, giving each other a slow kiss. After a few seconds, we separated.
"So, what's your decision?" I asked.
I never explicitly asked a question because I don't expect a verbal response.
And as I expected, she brought her arms behind my head and brought my face closer to hers.
What's the need to think of a response when you feel comfortable with the other person?
Nakamura gave me a passionate kiss, so I responded with the same intensity.
I truly wanted to take this to a point of no return, but if I did that, things would end badly because it's still too soon.
Feeling out of breath, we separated.
"Is that a yes?" I asked with a teasing smile.
"Are you really an idiot?"
"I'll take that as a yes." Although there wasn't a specific question, we could indirectly interpret what that question was.
Without expecting a response to my words, I once again took her lips. This time, I took the lead in our movements. If we were in a different place, I would enjoy this more, but we're not in the best place for it.
When our bodies demanded their share of oxygen, we separated. It was worth going through everything today.
Furthermore, I managed to secure my objective. But there's still something missing.
"So, Nakamura, I'll ask you the same question again. Shall we exchange contact information?"
Omake.
I made sure to accompany Nakamura to the station where she took the train home, as we had gone far from her house to come to the café.
I can't complain about the outcome. Things went perfectly. It was a productive day.
While thinking about it, I ran into the same guy from earlier.
We shared a brief glance before approaching each other.
Our forearms collided forcefully.
"It seems you're still in shape, huh, senpai." I said with good humor.
"Likewise, you look good, although Shiroyasha complained that you don't come as often since you graduated."
Both of us separated after our brief greeting.
You might be wondering who this guy is. He's a former senpai from my previous academy.
"By the way, thanks for earlier. You made things much easier." I said with a smile.
Was it a coincidence that Nakamura ran into this guy when she left the café alone? Of course not, there's no such coincidence.
During our conversation, I sent a message to this guy to do me a favor. And since he found the idea amusing, he said he would lend a hand. So, I made sure to prolong the conversation.
Maybe it's luck or maybe not, but yesterday I ran into him when I left the karaoke place with the others. We exchanged a few words along with our numbers. that way we can communicate on any other occasion, since he was with friends from his university, and I didn't want to intrude on their plans.
"Don't even mention it. It was quite interesting, and I never thought you of all people would resort to that tactic to win a girl."
"I learned from the best, didn't I?" He wore a proud smile in response.
Senpai was always someone who boasted about his ability to quickly conquer girls, so during our breaks, he would often brag about his conquest techniques.
That is why he has the nickname of the handsome demon.
Shiroyasha, my old sensei, didn't take very well to the nickname that I and other students gave him, so he decided to give each student who graduated from his academy a nickname.
So you could say this Senpai is trash, only seeing women as objects. But I can't judge him since I'm doing the same, except I only do it with those I'm not interested in.
"Ah, memories. It was fun being a high school student, just worrying about girls and training."
"Has anything changed?"
"Not much." He said with a smile. "Now that I think about it, you still owe me a rematch. I won't accept defeat. What do you think, Tsurumi, or should I say demon immortal?"
"Forget it. I barely managed to beat you last time, so you'll have to live with that defeat.'' I said with a mocking tone.
After several years of being beaten by other students, getting up and returning the next day, when I graduated, Sensei gave me the nickname 'The Immortal Demon.' Sensei took it personally when his students gave him a nickname related to a demon.
What memories, I also remember my confrontations with Senpai, if I had to tally it up, it would be something like 100 defeats and 1 victory. Pretty pathetic on my part.
Senpai graduated before me, and as you can imagine, he had to defeat Shiroyasha to do it. So all the graduates of that academy are monsters. Semi-military training is too demanding.
"By the way, when you get tired of that girl, let me know. I'll find a good use for her."
He wore a sinister smile as he said this.
If I'm a sadist, this guy is much worse than me. He considers most people as mere insects, objects for his amusement. Plus, coming from a wealthy family doesn't help his ideals. Of course, things are different when you earn his respect, which can only be achieved by proving yourself equal to him. I did that by not giving up despite suffering defeat after defeat.
And if I have something else to say, he helped me find places to practice what I learned. And as I mentioned, this guy is much more sadistic than me. So I learned where the human body can feel the most pain. And what better way to practice than on a punching bag, of course, all in the name of self-defense.
Having connections is very useful as they can be of great help in various situations.
"I'll keep that in mind." I replied.
"It was interesting and fun, but I have things to do now, so see you later."
He raised his hand as he walked away.
There are truly people you'd prefer never to cross paths with.
But if you're unlucky enough to do so, I hope you have the ability to defend yourself; otherwise, it'll be hell.
With that in mind, I began my journey home.
Almost 50 chapters, it has been a long way.
For those who are wondering when Hikigaya will appear, don't worry, there are less than 10 chapters left to start with the second year, that is, with the canon.