Chapter 1: Word of the Day.

High school is considered a lot of people's "golden years," considering that they didn’t have any responsibility back then apart from getting an education.

Some look at it through rose-tinted lenses, while others sprinkle a bit of pessimism in there to give it a more realistic view.

High school is just an experience, whether good or bad. We make temporary or lifelong friends, discovering ourselves a bit more, which is a neutral thing in my eyes.

Now for my own personal experience, I just wanted to stay under the radar and not be too involved with the students or the system that’s implemented.

I never wanted to be in the spotlight or a notable person. I’ve had enough of that, and these next three years are supposed to be my quote-unquote vacation.

The usual chatter echoed through the hallway as I properly adjusted my school bag’s strap. It was a few minutes after school, and a lot of people had already cleared out of the building in record speed. Some of them could potentially give Usain Bolt a run for his money, pun intended.

A couple walked past me as I input the code for my locker.

Click, the stainless steel door opened up as something gently fell to the floor; instinctively, I plucked it out of the air.

It was a white envelope, or, to be more specific, a letter-sized one with no writing on either side.

What a strange occurrence!

I wasn’t sure what warranted this form of communication but still proceeded to carefully open it up. So in the case of someone accidentally placing it in my locker, I can also reseal the envelope and hopefully help find the receiver, or at least slip it into theirs.

In my right hand, I held a sheet of white paper with a body of text written on it.

Yamaguri Yuki,

Since the first day of our first year, I’ve been observing you, and there’s something that must be said because I can’t hold it in any longer.

I’ll be waiting in our class after the school bell rings.

You are reading story Our “Simplistic” School Life. at novel35.com

Heh? Is this the lead-up to a confession?

Just to be sure, there wasn’t any misinterpretation. I reread the note a total of five times, eventually lowering it from my face. This was strange; I haven’t done anything that would gain anyone’s admiration, attention, or affection.

If my name wasn’t written on the note, my very first assumption would have been that it was the wrong locker, and it’s obviously for another person, namely the one before, because mine is the last in the row.

Also, I was the last person in class, so when I left, there was no one else in there, which means whoever it is was probably among the first to leave.

Still, maybe meeting this person and hearing them out would be beneficial. I have no intention of accepting those feelings, but it would be rude to leave the person there.

So I made my way over to our classroom. My heart wasn’t racing, and my thoughts were straight. The plan was to politely decline and then be on my merry way.

A very solid method with very little room for error,

Some minutes later, I arrived in front of our classroom and grabbed the handle. Now, taking a deep breath, I opened it up and entered.

The image I witnessed at that very moment would be considered nirvana for the male students of this school. No, this was more on a grand scale, so let's say the world instead.

Walking into a room when a beautiful girl is changing almost sounds like an everyday event in an anime, light novel or manga, right?

You know the classic scenario. Character A mistakenly stumbles in, and Character B is embarrassed, then automatically becomes defensive. A few words like "pervert" are thrown around and maybe followed up by a punch from Character B, which causes the person to tumble across the room and out of the door.

Unfortunately, my experience was nothing like that; I would have preferred if it had been that way because what happened was, in my opinion, far worse.

Hmm, where do I begin? Oh yes, the word of the day is blackmail, and the victim of it is me and not Character B.

Now allow me to take you back to the series of events that led up to this situation and, evidently, the unraveling of my peaceful school life that I oh so wanted.

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