Chapter 6: Chapter 1.5

It’s still the first day and the lesson Ebina-sensei taught dragged on for what seemed like literal hours as I zoned in and out of class.

I could hear the disgruntled voices of my new classmates as they voiced displeasure at how slow the pace of the lesson had become. Honestly, I wasn’t sure about the subject being taught.

It’s something to do with math or history? I could easily just raise my head and look at the white board, but my position was a bit too comfortable; maybe if I just listened in a bit more closely, that would produce the answer I so desire.

In preparation for the task, I took a deep breath, and the bell rang, signaling the dismissal of class. It appears that I didn’t have to waste any effort whatsoever.

The chair behind me screeched as it was being pushed back, and I could hear the same casual but harsh tone from my desk neighbor.

"So another one of them has joined the fray I see.”

A strange thing to say and I am not sure how to react, considering that it felt very random. I slowly raised my head from the desk, moderately confused at the recent statement.

Brushing my platinum blonde bangs out of my face. I immediately froze when my eyes came into contact with her emerald glare.

"Sleeping in class on the very first day of your new school term is a bad sign."

"It’s a bad sign of what? After all, your statement does sound a bit ominous.”

I am aware that sleeping in class already carries the risk and weight of being labeled a slacker. However, by definition, the majority of teenagers deserve the right to be branded as such due to other actions. Texting in class, not paying attention to the lesson, striking up random conversations with friends, and there’s always the good old staring out into the far beyond if you’re fortunate enough to have a window seat.

"An indication that you may be another one of the class’s special students; we already have a lot of those roaming about the place, so I advise that you not add to the statistic."

Sleeping in class is a sign of being special. I am not sure what the entire meaning is, considering that we do have the freedom to choose what we wish to do.

I slowly got up from my seat while giving a slight yawn. I was unsure how to answer her, but sometimes the best answer is no answer at all.

After grabbing my bag, I felt the sensation of someone approaching me. Instinctively turning around, I found myself seemingly face-to-face with another student. It was a female.

Standing at roughly 167 cm, she has tan skin and ginger colored hair, which was braided at one side. I would consider her to be cute.

Based on her body language, she appears to be a friendly and outgoing girl. This allows me to guess what her true intentions are, and it’s a bit scary: she wishes to befriend me.

It doesn’t sound too bad from an outsider’s standpoint, but to yours truly, it is something very arduous. This can be viewed as a dreadful thing; if the class’s most outgoing person deems me to be safe, then that just opens the floodgates for more interactions.

I must end this conversation quickly, swiftly, immediately, and at this very moment.

In a soft and cute voice, she asked, "Excuse if I am being too upfront, but you’re Kaneko-kun, right?"

Her manner of speaking is also cute. This is a dangerous person, too dangerous to be around. If I learned anything from rom-com anime, it is that these types of women always have dedicated fanboys who will swing on you for even breathing the same air as her.

"Yeah..." I replied, hoping to end this conversation as quickly as possible before anything major could happen.

With a smile as bright as the sun and gleeful eyes, she said. "Good! I am Fukami Chisora, and it’s a pleasure to meet you."

Fukami Chisora is the name of the person who will be detrimental to my stay here and I must do everything in my power to fight against it.

As I glazed my eyes over to Tachibana, who had an annoyed look on her face, well, she had that look since I entered the classroom.

However, with Fukami’s presence, it appears to be amplified by at least two. Maybe 100 if I were to be dramatic.

My desk neighbor did give me that "lone wolf, ice queen" type of feeling, but I just brushed it off due to being used to those types of personalities.

"It’s nice to meet you as well." I replied as I adjusted my grip on the straps of my school bag.

An exchange of greetings and nothing more, I hope. Maybe crack a few jokes then go on our separate way.

Fukami leaned in a bit closer to the point where her watermelon-scented shampoo entered my nostrils, and I was able to see a peek of her watermelons as well.

I would estimate that they were a D cup going into the Double D territory, which is pretty impressive for someone still in her first year of high school. In fact, this maybe the first time I met someone around my age with that bosom size.

"Would you be willing to have lunch with a couple of my friends? I would love to give you a tour of the place."

A tour of the place would be nice, seeing as I don’t know my way around here. Also, stumbling into the wrong area may prove to be very awkward as well.

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Before a reply could be given, I could feel Tachibana’s piercing gaze, silently ripping a hole through my averagely built body.

Suddenly a voice cut into the conversation; it was a male this time. I turned my attention to the source of the sound and noted that it was the same hot headed student from the train incident.

This is just my luck—more fuel for the ever-burning fire. Tachibana appeared to cringe at the sight of him, so that’s not a particularly good impression.

As he approached ever so closer, she left while Fukami stayed for a few more seconds before excusing herself, which left me to deal with the incoming threat of this stranger. Not a pleasant thing to do to the new student.

"It’s just the guy I was looking for, Kaneko."

He just used my name without any honorifics. This is starting off on the wrong foot.

"Hello there." I replied in a cautious manner. Not knowing if he wanted to exact his revenge on me for leaving in the middle of his witch trial.

He nodded, "Thanks for the assist back there."

Assist?

"I am not quite sure what you mean by that."

"Before you left, you mentioned the cameras on the train. It was at the same time you coughed, so it was kind of tricky to figure it out at first.”

That way just my way of trying to do a good deed without becoming too involved, got to build up that good karma somehow you know?

So I am not sure if what type of person that makes me.

"Oh, that’s good. What about the man who was accused alongside you?"

"They found out that he is just a well-dressed groper. He doesn’t even work for the digital company. We found out that fact when his folder turned out to be empty and he was unable to produce a work ID."

Appearances can be deceiving, and I am just an observant guy. Reading body language isn’t an issue for me, but it is known to be unreliable, so further observation is sometimes required.

"That’s an interesting development."

I figured as much when I noted his loose grip on the folder, which resulted in the nothing slipping; he just wanted to portray himself as important.

The student then stretched out his right hand towards me and said, "The name’s Hisoka Ichiyo, by the way."

"It’s nice to meet you."

Hisoka placed his toned arm around my neck and smoothly said, "Let me give you a tour of the campus so that you won’t be a victim."

Become a victim? Odd phrase to use, but I think I would rather settle into my dorm room before any of that.

"As appealing as that sounds, I believe I will retire to my dorm."

While clicking his tongue, Hisoka patted me on my shoulder. "Already worn out, I see; remember, don’t talk to strangers."

That’s conflicting advice, seeing that I register him as a stranger in my eyes, and, oh, great, I should have asked someone where the dormitories are.

Before leaving, he whispered to me, “Try to steer clear of Tachibana because she can get a bit brutal.”

I will keep that in mind considering I already had a feeling.

Holding my school-issue smart watch at eye level, I placed my right index finger on the screen, which unlocked it and revealed a wide array of preinstalled applications.

Swiping to the right now, I came across the campus map application and tapped on it. This would have been more useful than the principal’s kindergarten drawn map.

A layout of the place appears along with building names and their respective locations. I gently tapped on the screen once again and selected the dorm location.

 Turn on navigation for directions to your location? (Yes) | (No)

I selected yes, and the route from my current location appeared on the screen. It appears that I will be going on an adventure today in this Amazon of a school campus.

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