Chapter 4: 4

“Fuaa~ I’m so sleepy…”

Three days after that event. It’s Friday, May 26th, and I’ve been a sophomore for a month now.

My day begins with a greeting from my alarm clock, which keeps making a *Jiriri* noise.

I turned off the alarm a little roughly, got out of bed, and headed to the sink.

“You don’t look so good…”

The image in front of me was my face with a sullen expression on. My hair was shaggy from my sleeping habits, and there were large dark circles under my eyes.

I don’t have rough skin, and I don’t have a very well-defined face either. I’m neither ugly nor handsome… and I think I have the most subtle or inconspicuous face.

I have long black hair and a face that is paler than white. I have a feeling that even if I committed a major crime and was wanted all over the country, they would never find me.

With my self deprecating mind, I splash some water on my face to bring myself back to consciousness.

“Fuu… both mom and dad are on a business trip…”

That’s what they said yesterday. I believe they said they’d be back in two weeks. Mina hadn’t been home for three days because she was staying at her friend’s house or something.

I took a cup of ramen noodles out of the kitchen cupboard and poured hot water into it to ensure my sustenance.

“‘Not much nutrition though… this is going to ruin my strength training…”

Not long ago, there was no ‘exercise’ schedule in my day. I went to school, ate lunch, came home, ate dinner, and went straight to bed.

With such a lifestyle, I felt like I was in danger.

I’ve been doing muscle training before going to bed for a while now, because I’m getting impatient with my increasing weight.

I’ve been able to keep in shape, so I’d like to think that I’m making some good progress.

(It’s for my health, and it’s not that I want to be popular…)

It’s not that I don’t want to have a shameful body when I get a girlfriend, or that I want to be muscular and popular, or any of those insolent reasons.

I just don’t want to get fat and get diabetes or any other lifestyle-related diseases and I just want to contribute to reducing carbon footprint as much as possible! Yeah, that’s it!

I sipped my cup of ramen with pleasure, while keeping this thought in my mind. Our house is a four-bedroom, two-story building, which can sometimes seem small when it’s just the four of us.

Maybe it’s because I’m the only one here today, but it feels very spacious. There were no voices teasing me, no sound of newspapers being flipped, no sound of dishes being washed in the kitchen.

It makes me feel a little lonely.

“I’m off!”

I had a little more time to spare today, so I decided to walk to the school while looking around a little.

Making use of my previous remorse, I held a black umbrella firmly in my right hand. An umbrella… speaking of umbrellas…

(….)

Remembering what happened back then, blood rushed to my head. When I thought about it, that was the first time in my life that I had shared an umbrella.

Since that day, Aikawa-san has been actively getting involved with me. The only thing she does is wander around a bit in school.

However, I still felt like she was looking at me every so often, and to be honest, I didn’t mind it.

Yesterday and the day before, whenever she made a move, I would look at her.

(I feel like I’m about to get stabbed in the back by every man in the world…)

I couldn’t help but slacken my cheeks at how lucky I was that day.

I was afraid that I would be struck by lightning soon. I slowly made my way to the school, praying that no bad luck would come my way in the future.

——

“Hey, Yusuke. What do you know about Aikawa-san?”

“What’s up with you this morning, Ryuta? Have you made any progress with the Silent Princess?”

“What progress? First of all there’s nothing like that and I don’t plan to start making any.” [TLN: credits to semp on this line kek.]

Yusuke Sato is famous as one of the most popular boys at school. He is a member of the go-home club like me, and his neatly waxed brown hair stands out.

He has a very well-defined face and is about the same height as me. His dignified appearance gives him a sense of cleanliness.

In the bustling classroom, Yusuke and I were chatting and looking out at the scenery outside. I was seated second from the back by the window, and Yusuke was third.

We weren’t friends with each other when we were freshmen, but since we were sitting close to each other, we became closer, little by little. Now, we have built a relationship where we can talk easily to each other.

“So, was it about Aikawa-san? Well, she’s super beautiful and has big breasts…”

“I was stupid for expecting an answer from you. If you fix your personality, you’ll be more popular.”

This handsome man has the completely contradictory attributes of being both invigorating and perverted, so some people call him by the straightforward nickname ‘pervert’.

I feel a little sorry for him, but he completely deserved it. I remember being a little taken back when we were walking together and he was loudly analyzing the three sizes of the women walking in front of us.

If he’s so hungry for a woman, why doesn’t he just go out with the girl who confessed to him? When I asked him that, he only said, ‘I don’t like people who are pushy.’

Well, there’s a lot that goes into a confession, isn’t there? It must be hard to be popular, but at the same time, I think it’s a luxurious problem.

“Seriously, no one has ever seen Aikawa-san open her mouth. No coughing or sneezing, she’s completely silent.”

“That’s too little information. When you say silent, you mean she never opens her mouth, right?”

“That’s right. Also, it’s quite rare for Aikawa-san to make a sound. I’ve heard that the person who heard her saying the word ‘mhn’ gets good luck.”

(Good luck… is it?)

I’ve heard it about 10 times during the umbrella incident… I guess it’s neither a whim nor a coincidence.

If that’s the case, then I must have had a connection with Aikawa-san in the past. I tried my best to dig up my memories, but she was nowhere to be found in any of them.

I never went out, never bumped into her at school, and never talked to her. So that would be before high school, right? Let’s see… hmm…

As I crossed my arms and tried to remember, the sound of a door opening echoed through the classroom.

As everyone turned toward the door, I reflexively looked in that direction as well… Oh, speak of the devil.

“G-Good morning, Aikawa-san…”

“….”

The girl near the door sent her a greeting, but it was never returned. After a curt, and apologetic bow, she went to her seat.

Aikawa-san’s seat is two seats next to mine, and the distance is fairly close. Ogura, who is sitting next to me, hasn’t arrived yet, so I can clearly see her.

“….”

(She’s staring at me again… let’s have a quick chat…)

As I was about to speak to Aikawa-san in a whisper so that everyone would not realize, I noticed something strange.

Unlike her usual expressionless face, her face seemed to be a little red.

(Aikawa-san, by any chance…)

“All right, everyone~ take your seats~!”

It was our homeroom teacher, Sanada Shizuka, who walked into the classroom after the high-pitched bell rang.

The way her distinctive ponytail fluttered in the air as she clapped her hands, was strangely masculine.

I hurriedly sat down in my seat and adjusted my posture. It looks like Ogura-kun is absent for today. That means… I’ll be next to Aikawa-san for the whole day. Maybe it’s because of what I’ve been through, but I’m getting a little nervous.

“Well then~ let’s start the morning HR~!”

The classroom became as quiet as if it had been hit by water. The deviation score of our school is one of the five highest in Gifu Prefecture, so most of the students are serious, except for a few.

(Will you be able to do your best today?)

I’m a little worried about Aikawa-san’s condition, but… well, let’s hope she gets better soon.

I took a deep breath and let in a mouthful of fresh air to make the boring class bearable for the rest of the day.

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“Fuaa~ I’m so sleepy…”

Three days after that event. It’s Friday, May 26th, and I’ve been a sophomore for a month now.

My day begins with a greeting from my alarm clock, which keeps making a *Jiriri* noise.

I turned off the alarm a little roughly, got out of bed, and headed to the sink.

“You don’t look so good…”

The image in front of me was my face with a sullen expression on. My hair was shaggy from my sleeping habits, and there were large dark circles under my eyes.

I don’t have rough skin, and I don’t have a very well-defined face either. I’m neither ugly nor handsome… and I think I have the most subtle or inconspicuous face.

I have long black hair and a face that is paler than white. I have a feeling that even if I committed a major crime and was wanted all over the country, they would never find me.

With my self deprecating mind, I splash some water on my face to bring myself back to consciousness.

“Fuu… both mom and dad are on a business trip…”

That’s what they said yesterday. I believe they said they’d be back in two weeks. Mina hadn’t been home for three days because she was staying at her friend’s house or something.

I took a cup of ramen noodles out of the kitchen cupboard and poured hot water into it to ensure my sustenance.

“‘Not much nutrition though… this is going to ruin my strength training…”

Not long ago, there was no ‘exercise’ schedule in my day. I went to school, ate lunch, came home, ate dinner, and went straight to bed.

With such a lifestyle, I felt like I was in danger.

I’ve been doing muscle training before going to bed for a while now, because I’m getting impatient with my increasing weight.

I’ve been able to keep in shape, so I’d like to think that I’m making some good progress.

(It’s for my health, and it’s not that I want to be popular…)

It’s not that I don’t want to have a shameful body when I get a girlfriend, or that I want to be muscular and popular, or any of those insolent reasons.

I just don’t want to get fat and get diabetes or any other lifestyle-related diseases and I just want to contribute to reducing carbon footprint as much as possible! Yeah, that’s it!

I sipped my cup of ramen with pleasure, while keeping this thought in my mind. Our house is a four-bedroom, two-story building, which can sometimes seem small when it’s just the four of us.

Maybe it’s because I’m the only one here today, but it feels very spacious. There were no voices teasing me, no sound of newspapers being flipped, no sound of dishes being washed in the kitchen.

It makes me feel a little lonely.

“I’m off!”

I had a little more time to spare today, so I decided to walk to the school while looking around a little.

Making use of my previous remorse, I held a black umbrella firmly in my right hand. An umbrella… speaking of umbrellas…

(….)

Remembering what happened back then, blood rushed to my head. When I thought about it, that was the first time in my life that I had shared an umbrella.

Since that day, Aikawa-san has been actively getting involved with me. The only thing she does is wander around a bit in school.

However, I still felt like she was looking at me every so often, and to be honest, I didn’t mind it.

Yesterday and the day before, whenever she made a move, I would look at her.

(I feel like I’m about to get stabbed in the back by every man in the world…)

I couldn’t help but slacken my cheeks at how lucky I was that day.

I was afraid that I would be struck by lightning soon. I slowly made my way to the school, praying that no bad luck would come my way in the future.

——

“Hey, Yusuke. What do you know about Aikawa-san?”

“What’s up with you this morning, Ryuta? Have you made any progress with the Silent Princess?”

“What progress? First of all there’s nothing like that and I don’t plan to start making any.” [TLN: credits to semp on this line kek.]

Yusuke Sato is famous as one of the most popular boys at school. He is a member of the go-home club like me, and his neatly waxed brown hair stands out.

He has a very well-defined face and is about the same height as me. His dignified appearance gives him a sense of cleanliness.

In the bustling classroom, Yusuke and I were chatting and looking out at the scenery outside. I was seated second from the back by the window, and Yusuke was third.

We weren’t friends with each other when we were freshmen, but since we were sitting close to each other, we became closer, little by little. Now, we have built a relationship where we can talk easily to each other.

“So, was it about Aikawa-san? Well, she’s super beautiful and has big breasts…”

“I was stupid for expecting an answer from you. If you fix your personality, you’ll be more popular.”

This handsome man has the completely contradictory attributes of being both invigorating and perverted, so some people call him by the straightforward nickname ‘pervert’.

I feel a little sorry for him, but he completely deserved it. I remember being a little taken back when we were walking together and he was loudly analyzing the three sizes of the women walking in front of us.

If he’s so hungry for a woman, why doesn’t he just go out with the girl who confessed to him? When I asked him that, he only said, ‘I don’t like people who are pushy.’

Well, there’s a lot that goes into a confession, isn’t there? It must be hard to be popular, but at the same time, I think it’s a luxurious problem.

“Seriously, no one has ever seen Aikawa-san open her mouth. No coughing or sneezing, she’s completely silent.”

“That’s too little information. When you say silent, you mean she never opens her mouth, right?”

“That’s right. Also, it’s quite rare for Aikawa-san to make a sound. I’ve heard that the person who heard her saying the word ‘mhn’ gets good luck.”

(Good luck… is it?)

I’ve heard it about 10 times during the umbrella incident… I guess it’s neither a whim nor a coincidence.

If that’s the case, then I must have had a connection with Aikawa-san in the past. I tried my best to dig up my memories, but she was nowhere to be found in any of them.

I never went out, never bumped into her at school, and never talked to her. So that would be before high school, right? Let’s see… hmm…

As I crossed my arms and tried to remember, the sound of a door opening echoed through the classroom.

As everyone turned toward the door, I reflexively looked in that direction as well… Oh, speak of the devil.

“G-Good morning, Aikawa-san…”

“….”

The girl near the door sent her a greeting, but it was never returned. After a curt, and apologetic bow, she went to her seat.

Aikawa-san’s seat is two seats next to mine, and the distance is fairly close. Ogura, who is sitting next to me, hasn’t arrived yet, so I can clearly see her.

“….”

(She’s staring at me again… let’s have a quick chat…)

As I was about to speak to Aikawa-san in a whisper so that everyone would not realize, I noticed something strange.

Unlike her usual expressionless face, her face seemed to be a little red.

(Aikawa-san, by any chance…)

“All right, everyone~ take your seats~!”

It was our homeroom teacher, Sanada Shizuka, who walked into the classroom after the high-pitched bell rang.

The way her distinctive ponytail fluttered in the air as she clapped her hands, was strangely masculine.

I hurriedly sat down in my seat and adjusted my posture. It looks like Ogura-kun is absent for today. That means… I’ll be next to Aikawa-san for the whole day. Maybe it’s because of what I’ve been through, but I’m getting a little nervous.

“Well then~ let’s start the morning HR~!”

The classroom became as quiet as if it had been hit by water. The deviation score of our school is one of the five highest in Gifu Prefecture, so most of the students are serious, except for a few.

(Will you be able to do your best today?)

I’m a little worried about Aikawa-san’s condition, but… well, let’s hope she gets better soon.

I took a deep breath and let in a mouthful of fresh air to make the boring class bearable for the rest of the day.

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