-san: A polite suffix, but not excessively formal.
-kun: A common suffix among friends and younger people.
-chan: A common suffix among people you’re close with, mostly used for feminine nicknames and girls, since it’s cutesy and childlike.
-senpai: A common suffix and noun used to address or refer to one’s older or more senior colleagues in a school, workplace, dojo, or sports club.
Eri pushed me back into the hallway. Her eyes… she was probably crying. I had no idea of what happened during recess in her classroom.
A guy I don’t know was taken out of there by someone, and I could smell the iron scent of blood. It seemed like the storm had already passed, and the students quieted down and sat in their respective seats.
She seemed calm, but I could feel she was holding something back. I’ve never seen Eri look like that before.
“Toshiki, you okay?”
“Oh, Reika… Yeah, I just don’t know how to put it into words.”
“It’s fine. We can talk about it together over lunch.”
“M’kay…”
When I returned to my classroom, Reika greeted me with a worried look on her face. I didn’t want her to see my clouded expression without an explanation, so I thought about how I should express my thoughts in words… Well, if she said so, I can talk about it later.
Still, Eri was a bit weird earlier… She almost looked like a human, if that makes any sense. As my mind kept racing, time passed. Reika patted my back and looked concerned at my introspectiveness.
“You sure you’re okay? Want me to take you to the infirmary?”
It was supposed to be class by now, and yet all I could hear were the constant buzzing of my classmates. They were making fun of the way she was patting my back, making me look like a sulking child.
But honestly, their voices didn’t even reach my ears.
“The teacher isn’t back yet. Oh, Tachibana-sensei is here.” Reika nodded her head at my observation.
It’s supposed to be math right now, so it was absolutely weird the history teacher would walk in.
“… Excuse me, Mr. Hamabe left early due to feeling sick. I’m sorry, but this period is now for self-study. If you want to train math, please use these printouts. If you want to study any other subject, it’s fine. I will be here in front, so feel free to ask me if you have any questions—”
Saying that he unfolded a small chair, sat on it, and began reading a book in the corner. I could feel happiness erupt from my classmates since math was no more.
After that, some quietly studied, while others happily chatted away. The teacher did not pay attention to any of the noise.
Reika and I decided to solve the printouts. Even though we were studying by ourselves, since we were in class, it was the best place to do so.
A few minutes pass and I could hear giggling from my classmates. They were laughing at the eraser pieces and paper balls they were throwing at me.
Ever since that Hiratsuka incident a while back, it happened basically every day. I thought I could just ignore it, but that provocation bothered my heart.
Yamada, one of the guys in the back, stood up and said, “Sorry teach, I dropped my eraser.”
To his words, the teacher only gave him a quiet look. Yamada took that as approval. He then walked up to me and put his arms around my neck.
“Just because you made up with Eri-chan, doesn’t mean your position in this class has changed. You were so chirpy this morning, y’know? Don’t get all cocky because you took Lee-senpai by surprise.”
I restrained Reika with my hand, mouthing “It’s okay” to her.
“Well, I’ll be nicer to you than before. You’re lonely because you’re a f*cking weirdo, aren’t you? Ha-ha, say something, freak! Oi, say something.”
He shoved my head provokingly.
I’ve always thought I shouldn’t worry about all the things they did to me.
However, I realize now that was a mistake… I could see Reika angry at what was happening to me, my experience directly making her sad. Also, if Eri sees me like this, she’ll think it’s her fault and break again.
“Ha~ I’ll be your friend, just bring Eri-chan to play with us. She had her fall from grace, didn’t she? I’ll just steal her away from you in a moment of heartbreak, after all, she’s a b*tch who sleeps with everyone, isn’t she?”
Yamada kept going. “Your friend right here is cute,” he glanced at Reika. “But she’s too feisty. That’s a real gorilla, ain’t it? I’m 100% certain she’s a wh*re behind the scenes anyway… Oi, why are you standing up? We’re in class, y’know?”
I have a lot on my mind, and I’m not good at reading people’s emotions. That’s why I don’t know if Eri really did love me or not, and told her that her feelings for me are just platonic.
Moreover, Reika is very kind to me, which almost made me misunderstand our relationship.
… The two are dear friends of mine.
It’s taking every fiber of my being not to explode. Thinking about it rationally, Yamada must be insane or at least some sick person. It was sociopathic for him to just come up and insult us head-on like that.
“Tachibana-sensei, may I take Yamada to the infirmary?”
The teacher then slammed his book shut and looked at me. “Why? Is there something wrong with him?”
“Yeah, his temper, his head, and with his face.”
“Oh, well, then it’s fine. Ah, I need to talk with you too, Sawada, so I’ll go with you. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all,” I answer.
Just in time. I had something I wanted to tell him too. After that, I said some words to the teacher. Then, the classroom sprung to life and my classmates began to spit out horrible words to defend Yamada.
They called me a gloomy psycho, a coward that bullied him, the one who provoked everyone. They also went on to say I’d get violent again, and that I’d stab him because I’m the son of a criminal.
I wasn’t teasing you, y’know? Just telling the truth. A lot of my classmates didn’t laugh, and I was sure everyone lived while hiding behind a mask… I was doing the same, too.
It’s okay as long as I don’t get bullied — they all thought, running away.
After that, Yamada’s body quivered and he grabbed me by the collar in a fit of rage.
“Y–You made fun of me, didn’t you? You’ve gotta be kidding me! Huh? What’s that look in your eyes? Are you gonna hit me? My parents are on the school board! You’re a martial artist, aren’t you? C’mon, hit me, hurt me! You see that teacher over there? Come and hit me! C’mon you p*ssy!*”
“—Shut your mouth for a second, will ya? I knew you were sick in the head. You’re crazy to be so abusive toward everyone in this class. Hey, you guys think so too, right? What the hell did I do? Nothing! I just wanna live my life in peace, so why are you trying to attack me?”
No one listened to my words, and they kept throwing curses at me… Yeah, it’s no good. We can never see eye to eye, even if we talk.
Then, I took one step closer to Yamada, and his body jolted.
“I see… Well, I’ve learned to correct an insane person from my grandpa, so I’ll try it first on you, Yamada… You constantly made fun of Eri and I, though I can’t forget everyone else here… I’ll get to you all later, so hang on for a sec.”
“Ugh, shut up—”
I gently grabbed his hair, yet maintained a firm grip. It was the way my grandpa taught me to start it. If you do this, they’ll try to get out on their own, and Yamada was doing exactly that.
The more you try to get out, the more my firm grip will end up ripping some hair out. Then, I lightly applied a pressure point on his back, and he calmed down. That point had a sedative effect, and that was taught to me by my grandpa.
After that, the teacher approached and had a few words to say.
“Sawada, wait a second! … Walk quietly in the hallways, or you’ll disturb the other classes.”
“—Huh?!”
After he said that, the teacher helped me put a towel into Yamada’s mouth so he could shut up, and I started carrying him. At that moment, a thought ran through my mind, and I wanted to block his vision, too. Before I could say anything, the teacher grabbed his tie and wrapped it around Yamada’s head, covering his eyes.
I’m sure this guy’s head will improve after we have a thorough conversation in the infirmary. Meanwhile, his body quivered uncontrollably.
“HNGRH—?!”
“Ah, was that too tight? I’ll loosen up a bit… Hm? Yamada? This isn’t a bathroom… Ugh, I have no choice. I’ll just bring you to the infirmary and you can change there. You’re not a middle schooler anymore, so you need to ask for permission before you do something like this, y’know?”
His lower body was a bit wet. Well, physiological needs can’t be helped, after all.
I thought the classroom would get noisy again, but for some reason, it was dead quiet. It was as if that whole commotion that went on a bit earlier was a lie.
After all that, I waved to Reika with my free hand and left the classroom.