Chapter 5: Chapter 1.4

As soon as I stepped into the classroom, I was greeted with the expected curious stares and awkward glances. I did feel entirely strange, even though I was already bracing for the reactions.

The homeroom teacher already sat behind her desk. She looks like someone who lacks a bit of empathy so I can expect no warm teacherly advice from her in my time of need.

As I observed her a bit more, she is an attractive woman in her mid-30s. She has double-D breasts with shoulder-length jet black hair which had tiny streaks of colorful dye and a cute face; her ears were double-pierced, the first one being on her ear lobe and the other being on her helix. That readily gave the vibe of either a former or current gyaru.

It’s one of the many things that a horny teenager would find attractive in a potential girlfriend unfortunately, we live in a society where those types of relationships are scrutinized and considered taboo. Faithfully holding onto my salacious thoughts for another lifetime or at least until society devolves enough that my pursuits go unnoticed,

She pulled out an unlit cigarette while still in class to my surprise and said, "I haven’t seen your face around here before. So you’re the student who was supposed to start last semester? The principal just recently informed me about it."

Firstly, I take a neutral stance when it comes to cigarettes. I neither find them disgusting nor enjoyable, and secondly, she pulled a cigarette out in class. I just felt the need to repeat the statement so I could get a better understanding of the environment.

I nervously shifted my eyes away from her so that she wouldn’t notice me staring at the item in between her left index and middle finger.

"Yes, that would be me."

I could hear the murmuring of the other students as I confirmed the statement. It appears that I am the center of attention. That’s one of the things I heavily dislike. The first item on the list is people who are obsessed with control, and the last thing on the list is someone who restricts other people’s freedoms.

The teacher introduced herself to me as Ms. Ayumi Ebina, my homeroom teacher, with the same strict tone as before, which I believe to be contradictory to her relaxed appearance.

"Now if you would so kindly introduce yourself to the class, and please don’t take forever, it’s an introduction and not a biography,"

An introduction I was hoping to avoid this, but it’s inevitable. A statement as simple as saying your name and age maybe sprinkle some hobbies in there as well, and that should be good enough for the curious masses.

I stood against the white board of the classroom almost as if I were about to take a mug shot, mostly because everyone is currently staring at me as if I am a criminal. Due to my position, I noticed that the same male student from the train is in my classroom. Sigh, this world is becoming too small.

Moving on, this is going to be a winged attempt, so I am wishing myself a truckload of luck, or at least a cupful, seeing that I am most likely overthinking this.

"My name is Kaneko Miyuki; um, I don’t really have anything of interest to share at the moment... It’s nice to meet all of you, I guess?"

Complete silence—all that is missing are the lonely chirps of crickets. The atmosphere felt like a comedian who just bombed his first joke of the night, and getting a tomato to the face would likely be more appealing than being intensely leered at.

A couple more moments passed by and their stares were still passing judgment on me as I placed my hands in my pockets, somewhat unfazed by my current social situation. That was my best attempt at the thing, and a redo of it would produce even poorer results.

Looking at the class now, I'm a bit surprised by how regular everyone looks. Based on the school’s reputation I was expecting something totally different. Maybe I am thinking about it too deeply.

This is most likely going to get me the label of "boring student" with no charisma or personality, but this is the path I chose when I signed up for the life of solitude.

In an unenthusiastic manner, Ebina-sensei pointed to the left of the classroom. My eyes followed her right index finger and spotted an empty chair.

"Have a seat over there and attempt to be a good classmate; I would hate for you to give me more work than I am getting paid for."

Try to be a good classmate. I am not sure what she means by that, considering the fact that I haven’t done anything as of yet that could warrant that type of statement from her.

Maybe she possesses a form of precognition ability, and this is her warning me about my future. That would be something, huh.

As I walked towards my desk, I noticed that each desk had their respective nameplates, while taking seat; I looked at my desk’s name plate and interestingly enough it didn’t say my name.

Meanwhile on the right of me, sat a female student and I must admit that she is a beauty, with the face of a biblically inaccurate angel and sparkling light green eyes. Her silky-smooth silver hair is wrapped in a high bun while she allowed some two locks in the form of bangs to freely flow in front of her face.

Our eyes momentarily locked before she broke out of it and continued writing in her notebook.

I placed my head on the metal desk because it was the only thing I could do right now besides actually listen to what Ebina-sensei was saying.

Without even turning her head in my direction, she casually said, "Your introduction was lackluster and ultimately bland. Very much like vanilla ice cream."

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Is this an unprovoked attack on my introduction, which embodies my entire personality?

With my head still resting on the table, I replied. "It’s enough of an introduction as long as people know your name, right?"

"That could be the correct way to describe it, but I can tell sitting next to you is going to be a bore."

I was a bit curious as to why she would think something like that.

"Are you the type that actively seeks excitement?"

"Excitement doesn’t suit me. I prefer calmness over ruckus so you’re an upgraded version of an individual I used to know.”

"I see that we’re on the same page, at least…"

She swiftly replied as if it was in an attempt to quickly nip something in the bud. "That we are, but a similar preference does not make us acquainted, you hear me?"

It’s not like I said anything to constitute that very idea. Hopefully, she isn’t a tsundere, because I would hate to be sitting next to one of those.

"That wasn’t even a thought, which means you’re actually the one who actively had it on your mind."

As if she were to some extent stunned by my unexpected comeback, she replied, “I don’t appreciate the sass.”

“I wouldn’t completely register that as sass considering you’re the one who labelled me as vanilla ice cream just a short while ago.”

The cheeky classmate continued jotting down her notes while saying, “Do you desire for me to apologize for that?”

“Uh no, why would I?”

“So it appears that you have thick skin after all. Hip Hip hooray.”

I let out a sigh as I resisted the urge of slamming my head into the desk due to having to put up with this new classmate.

“What’s your name? I would like to know so I can mentally call you out of it.”

“I don’t see why I would inform you of such sensitive and private information. You can be one of those creepy stalkers after all.”

She is starting to remind me a bit of my mother, personality wise at least and I don’t believe I am mentally prepared to deal with that.

Although looking at her desk’s nameplate would have given me the answer. I rather hear it straight from the source.

“You know what, you’re very much correct. I apologize for asking you that very basic question. How could I be so rude and inconsiderate?”

She exhaled deeply then placed her pen down on the half-filled page of her notebook.

“Tachibana Tsubaki.”

So she finally gave me her name when I didn’t want it anymore. That reminds of the backwards law just a bit.

Now I’m having second and third thoughts about befriending this girl.

Tachibana kept quiet for the rest of homeroom. It could be that she believes speaking to me is quite taxing already.

Either way, I could get used to this kind of quiet as I settle into this new school. Even though it’s only been a term, I did enjoy my previous school life to a degree, but that’s in the past now. 

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