Chapter 11: 2.4

The bell just rang about 30 seconds ago, and already half the class is empty. They wasted no time picking up their bags and leaving.

It’s to be expected considering that the majority of them already have plans. Students who stayed back were either copying notes, waiting on someone, or just outright sleeping.

As I stood up, Mashiro followed straight after; I believe she had tennis club practice today as well. Commitment to a club is difficult; no, scratch that; commitment in general, depending on the individual, is difficult. Let’s take myself as an example. One of the main reasons why I’m not in a school club right now is due to the fact that I’d most likely change my mind and decide to drop out of it after a little while.

Not because my feelings or motivation change like the seasons, but because my long-term vision of me doing anything but my assigned goal is quite jaded.

Once we left the classroom, I asked Mashiro a question.

"Are you planning to change in there once again?"

"Oh no, after my encounter with you, I have developed a fear of someone walking in on me while I am changing."

The way she said it was so unconvincing that I clicked my tongue.

"Liar…"

"You dare call me a liar? How ungentlemanly of you, Yamaguri-kun."

Ungentlemanly can be defined as not behaving well or being polite towards others. What I did was express my truthful opinion.

"I have never once referred to myself as a gentleman, have I?"

"That's correct, and I don’t believe that even a blind person would mistake you for one."

"The same goes for you as well; you've done nothing ladylike in my presence."

Mashiro clasped her hands behind her back and slightly turned her head, facing me.

"I’ve never once said that I’m the pinnacle of a lady, but I do have my areas where I shine completely."

"I’ll make sure to take note of them once they are illuminated."

This young woman, Mashiro Saya, is as cheeky as they come. Honestly, I didn’t mind it to a certain degree because it made our back and forth a lot more entertaining, in my opinion.

Finally, we reached her locker, where she glared at me.

"Turn around right this instant."

"Why?"

"I’d hate for you to know my locker’s passcode."

I'm not going to look at her code and then circle back to check the contents of her locker; there are more interesting things to do, like watching paint dry.

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I let out a sigh as I turned my back on her and heard seven quick beeps.

Our locker’s security was set up with a small number pad to which we'd have to enter a seven-digit code, and if you decided to be an airhead, resetting the code can be a process due to the fact that you’d have to submit a written request to your teacher, who first confirms that the assigned locker is yours and then submits the form to one of the school’s technicians. Something like that may take at least a day or more to be resolved.

"You may now rotate your body at a 180-degree angle once more."

"Don't you think that's a little dramatic?"

Holding the bag for her tennis racket in her right hand, she sighs, "Being too careful can never be a bad thing."

Isn’t this the same person who called me out for being too suspicious about tasting her soup?

"Hmm…"

"You know, I’ve always wondered if it was possible to leave an outline of the racket’s strings just by hitting someone’s face, you know, like how those American cartoons portray it."

I thought about it for a few moments.

"Ehm depends on the force, angle, and area you’re targeting, I think."

She looked at the racket, then at me, and I realized what was going on.

"I’d prefer you keep your racket strictly for tennis balls only."

"As if I’d strike you, so get that thought out of your head," she retorted.

"You saying that doesn’t radiate any comfort."

Mashiro closed her locker and exhaled softly.

"Why did you leave the classroom at the same time I did?" I asked.

"It’s nothing more than maintaining appearances. After all, whether true or false, one must always maintain their mien."

Mashiro continued, brushing some of her hair behind her ear, "That would be all for now."

She ended the conversation and headed in the direction of the school’s special activities building, which houses most clubs.

I went in the opposite direction, and upon exiting the building, I spotted Chisaki Okushika walking across the school grounds in the direction of the special activities building as well. She was also afflicted with the tennis club. I don’t normally keep tabs on anyone in our class, but Chisaki was a special case, and it wasn’t anything to do with affection or anything along those lines.

Still, it was home time and my cue to ride off into the sunset; tomorrow was another day. Well, this is our first class on this particular subject, which I know the majority of the males are excited for.

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