Chapter 15: Chapter- 4.1

Lunch had just ended and we only have one more school for the day and it’s a dreadful one. If you speak its name, it may cause you have unpleasant memories or mentally experience body fatigue and that subject is PE, also known as physical education or my more agreeable term for it is known as a sweat fest.

I can't say that I was too thrilled about the entire concept, but it comes with the price of going to school.

The male changing room was quite messy. Clothes were thrown everywhere instead of neatly folded. Maybe I was expecting too much in that category because boys will be boys or so the saying goes.

Hisoka approached me, already changed into his PE uniform, which was a white t-shirt and light blue knee-length pants.

With a look of satisfaction on his face, Hisoka said "Just a heads up, the PE teacher is a total babe Kaneko.”

So he calls every attract female a total babe?

I paused in the middle of removing my school shirt and replied, "That's very interesting."

Usually, you hear about PE teachers being out-of-shape men. So this is a pleasant surprise. As I fully took off my school shirt and prepared to put on my PE t-shirt.

Hisoka commented, “I wasn’t expecting you to have a toned body.” as he observed my physique.

"You gave me that indoor kid who’s always watching something ecchi with the door to his room locked. Who knew you were in shape; do you play any sports?”

Quite the active assumption you got right there buddy.

“I do some slight exercise here and there in order to get the blood pumping. Sports aren’t something in which I am very much interested.” I replied as my t-shirt slipped over my head.

Playing sports never once crossed my mind, but if it did, I would probably start golf.

The main reason I settled on golf is that I'm not required to run around or anything. Just stand there, look pretty, and swing a club. It's a dream sport for me.

After a bit more observation, Matsukura asked “What’s with those scars on your body? Are you into BDSM?”

“Firstly how did your first thought turn out to be BDSM? And secondly when I was younger I used to be very reckless so during my playtime, I would repeatedly injury myself.”

Twas indeed quite troubling times.

I began to neatly fold my uniform as I placed it into one of the provided lockers.

Meanwhile Matsukura fully changed into his PE uniform as Takanawa walked into the changing room.

"Class is about to start in a few minutes. So, we should probably get ready to line up.”

Hisoka stretched while he had a board smile on his face similar to the Cheshire cat because after all this is his time to shine as brightly as a quasar.

I don’t think academics are his strong point, but physical activities maybe a totally different story given his fit body.

Which makes me admire how much work he most likely put in to achieve a toned body such as his; compared to my frame he is a little bigger.

As we were about to exit the room, Mikhailov walked in like he owned the place and for some reason, I’d hear boss music playing in my head every time he makes an appearance.

Now leaving the changing room, I met up with the girls, who were surprisingly ready. Normally you would expect us to be waiting on them so this is quite the reversal.

Hisoka nudged me with his left elbow in a discrete manner while saying in the faintest of voices, “Some of our female classmate’s thighs are so thick.”

I observed that as well, but retrained from making a public statement about it. My inner thoughts were enough acknowledgment.

The girls wear somewhat above-the-knee length light blue short pants with a white t-shirt. Some of them took it a step further and even made the pants shorter due to them wanting to be more comfortable. I am not sure how that would increase comfort, but I'm all for it.

In any case I'll agree with him on that part, mainly because I am sort of a thigh man myself, but the order would be ass, titties and thighs. It’s the only correct sequence and I will die on that hill.

Looking over to the back of the girl’s line and I noticed Tachibana has the usual resting bitch face, it’s safe to safe that’s her natural look. She’s still extremely prepossessing to me though, maybe I have a thing for women who have the appearance of a tsundere.

However, spicing things up and by going steady with a yandere is always an option whenever I am feeling a bit suicidal. Wait is that part of my ideal peace? Only time will tell.

I decided to cautiously approach her because why not?

She immediately noticed my presence and asked, "What do you want, Kaneko-kun?”

Ah I knew I made a miscalculation by approaching her this recklessly.

"Since this is a school which has freedom, I don’t need to want anything to stand here since it’s my choice.”

Tachibana shot a killer’s glare at me, "Allow me to demonstrate my choice," and then proceeded to pinch me on my arm.

"Ouch." I said in a dry tone; however I was holding back my true reaction.

I must admit that it hurt for some reason; however the main goal right now is to show no weakness.

She kept a hold of my skin with her fingers while asking, "Are you going to stop with the wise cracks?"

"Define wise cracks because I am just matching the energy you put out towards me. Also, are you done pinching me now? My skin is starting to redden, and I am pretty sure this counts as a physical assault."

She released her fingers' grip on me and replied, "I am done for now."

While rubbing the area of my arm that had an irritating sensation, I said, "That's a tad frightening, you don't say?"

She shifted her eyes to my arm again when I said that, causing me to slightly jerk back.

“Are you preparing for the upcoming quiz?”

I see that she shares the same uneasy feelings about the exam as well, but I'll issue a truthful answer.

“Once it’s nothing too complicated, I should be fine.”

Tachibana thought about it for some mere moments then said, “That will enough conversation for now.”

"Ok, well, I'll see you around..."

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After leaving her, I went back into the boys' group.

Hisoka raised his eyebrows and said, “I see you were flirting with Tachibana-san, that’s a bold move I would say.”

How did that look like flirting to him? I was viciously assaulted by that rabid tsundere. A blanket and a warm cup of hot chocolate is required right now before my new formed PTSD is triggered.

“I think it was more along the lines of getting pain inflicted by Tachibana-san.”

“Wait come again?”

As I suspected, he definitely misread the situation.

“Never mind that…”

Not like anyone would believe that I am a victim.

*

Saikyō Polytechnic Institute has two fields. An indoor and outdoor one, the indoor is mainly used when it’s raining, or in cases where the sun is a bit too hot, meanwhile the outdoor is mainly used when sports days and other major events occur.

Thankfully, we were in the indoor field, so I could rest a bit easy now. The sun and I are currently enemies. Maybe I should start wearing sunblock? No, that sounds a bit too dramatic.

The entire class just stood or sat on the side-lines while we awaited the teacher. Nothing much we can do because talk or send texts on our smart watches.

Also, its artificial turf so there’s no grass to cause your skin to itch so that’s a huge plus.

Hisoka stretched his arms while he boasted, “I can’t wait to start this PE class. I am going to dominate everything we do.”

I don’t doubt that for a second, after all I heard that he was the one of the best sprinters in the track club before he decided to switch to tennis.

A few minutes later, a teacher walked out and introduced herself as Ms. Seta. She had a youthful and relaxed appearance. Way different from what I was expecting, due to past experiences.

Hisoka was right on the money about her being a total babe, so his intelligence network is to be partly trusted.

She gathered us all in one spot like a flock of sheep and said, “Today we will be starting with stretches. So spread out and prepare yourselves for it.”

Sigh; let the sweat fest begin…

The first stretch on the list consisted of side lunges which weren’t too bad. I feel like I can keep this up for a while.

We did that for around a minute before we switched over to bent knee forward swing. It was pretty straightforward if you ask me.

Moving on would be the arm swings. It’s just swinging your arms upwards. No need for a rocket science type explanation.

Shortly after was the Glute and piriformis activation.

I stood straight in a balanced position and shifted my weight to the right leg. Lifting my ankle upwards then bringing it across the same leg, almost as if I were sitting crossed- legged. Afterward, I grasped my left ankle with my hands to feel a stretch. I had to hold for approximately three seconds, and then released the said ankle. I repeated this with my right side as well. It wasn’t too hard once you get used to it.

I observed some of the other students and a few of them look burnt out already just by stretching. That doesn’t seem extremely healthy at all considering that we’re still in the spring time of our youth. If older folks were here they would be laminating on how the future leaders of the country are so pitiful.

Hisoka Ichiyo was having the time of his life because clearly, he has done this one hundred times before.

Tachibana Tsubaki looked like she was in her element and she is as elegant as ever.

Fukami Chisora was locked in while looking cute, occasionally a couple male students inclusive of Matsukura would ogle at her.

Mikhailov Nikita was doing it effortlessly; he’s also another physically fit guy so I would expect nothing less.

Takanawa Ryoko is someone I consider to be semi fit. He seemed to be doing OK.

I must say that for sports days, we have people who can give the other classes a run for their money. Well, that’s wishful thinking anyway.

Matsukura Sai was struggling to hold his balance. He never once looked like the type of person to excel in things like this. Matsukura is more of your indoor type. Reading some ecchi manga or playing video games, in other words, the exact way Hisoka assumed I was when we were in the changing room.

After a few more minutes of stretches and a rest break, Seto-sensei blew her whistle.

“We’ll be going 100-meter sprints. It’s not mandatory to participate, but think of it as a friendly competition.”

The class began to murmur amongst themselves when they heard that, some of them being relieved at the fact participate isn’t mandatory, it think that’s a good thing considering some of them look as if their lungs would explode if they were to do anything more physical than stretching.

Blowing her whistle once more, Seta-sensei regained the attention of the class.

“If you want the opportunity to compete for fun, please step up. The ones, who aren’t participating, please take a seat on the side-lines. We will have the males competing first.”

What happened to the idea of ladies first? Maybe if I saw some boobs bouncing up and down until running, I would get an extra burst of energy to take first place in this competition. Wait do I really mean that or am I just a degenerate… Wait scratch that, I’m just a healthy young male so never mind.

Hisoka grinned while asking, “Are you taking part Kaneko?”

As much as I hate to sweat, I could use the exercise today and I don’t have a solid reason why I would avoid participating.

“I don’t see why I shouldn’t.”

Hisoka laughed and smacked me on the back. “I am going to bury you.”

Bury me? Well it’s better than him saying he’s going to marry me.

“That sounds more like a threat and less like friendly words of competition.”

Those words felt a bit ominous and now I'm unsure on how to react.

 

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