Chapter 30: Volume 2 - CH 3.1

“Perish, you Parisian!”

[TL: The term “Parisi” refers to people who like to get together at seasonal events such as Halloween and Christmas, as well as at clubs and music festivals where many people gather to have fun together. It can also be used to mean simply “playing with friends,” “making a lot of noise,” or “someone who is in a good mood. It can also be used as a verb, as in “to be Parisian.]

I would have made a clenched fist, but I’m in college.

So this is the dungeon. I must brace myself. The Parisian Lair ※Recommended level: 18

After returning home and changing, I headed to the designated place at the university.

Since this is my first time visiting the place, I hope she can at least give me a tour. The campus is too big.

“Ah, Yukito-kun. This way.”

“Ninomiya-san? It’s been a while.”

I found the person I was looking for surprisingly easily. Mio Ninomiya.

She was the messiah who saved me from being falsely accused of molestation. If it weren’t for Ninomiya-san, I would have been in a lot of trouble with President Kedou.

Since then, we have kept in touch from time to time, and I received a call from Ninomiya-san asking me to come over to her place after school.

We had had some small exchanges in the past, but this time she asked me to do something for her. As a high school student, there is not much I can do for her, but she asked me to come …….

“It’s okay to call me Mio. I’m a good friend of yours, right?”

“Well, what kind of relationship do you think we have?”

“Master and slave?”

“Slavery has been revived in modern Japan ……”

“Just kidding. We’re lovers?”

“Ha?”

I’ve never had a girlfriend in my life? The other party was a female college student.

Unlike girls my grade, her fashion and makeup were more mature. This made me realize that there is a difference between a college student and a high school student. Needless to say, it didn’t seem like a very good match for me. It was too much to bear.

“Thank you for coming today. But what do you want me to do for you?”

“—–Will you be my lover?”

To sum up, it was like this. Mio was invited to a blind date today.

A blind date, the real deal! I thought it was an imaginary ritual, but it seems to be real.

According to Mio, she is not interested in going to the party and does not want to participate, but her friends begged her to come to the party to make up the number of people.

The party was a basketball club, but the reality of the party was just like any other party.

As for my part, there was no room for my involvement. I had nothing to do with it.

To me, this was an omen of unexpected trouble.

I was just too curious as to why I, a high school student, was invited to this meeting.

“But it’s a blind date? I’d get really drunk, then someone would carry me to their place, and a video of me making ahegao doing peace signs would be sent to Yukito-kun?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’d say things like Yukito-kun you can’t satisfy me anymore?”

“Mio, you’ve been watching too many weird videos.”

“And I was threatened on the basis of that, and one day I’ll conceive a child by a man I don’t know.”

“Crap. You’re a completely uncommunicative species. Were you always like this?”

“So, Yukito-kun, you’re going to help me, right?”

“No.……”

“Do you want to see me end up with nipple rings?”

“College students are awesome. I mean, in the brain.”

“You don’t like it, do you?”

“Is this what they call a one-way communication?

“You don’t like it, do you?”

“No!”

I could only shake my head. In short, she was avoiding guys. She wants me to act as her temporary boyfriend during the party, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have any questions about it.

“Why me? Isn’t a high school student a bit strange?”

“Because you’re the only one who I can ask to do this. I don’t know many men, and moreover, the content is so specific that it can only be done by someone you trust.”

“But if you bring your boyfriend to a party, is it really a mixer?”

“I told her I wouldn’t go otherwise. That’s fine. Let’s just make out on our own, okay?”

“Like I said, we don’t have that kind of relationship.……”

“It’s fine because we’re lovers.”

It seems that before I knew it, Mio’s trust in me had increased. It’s a strange thing.

I don’t know because I have never attended one in the first place, but isn’t a blind date an event to make a boyfriend or girlfriend? I feel uncomfortable about participating as her boyfriend there, but if Mio-san and the other members are satisfied with it, is it okay?

I don’t want to see Mio regretting such a thing either. I owe her a debt of gratitude for saving me, so why don’t I help her out!

“I understand. I’ll do it!”

“I wanted to hear those words.”

We headed for our destination, exchanging a few words in the style of a mysterious doctor.

[Tristy PoV]

“I shouldn’t be doing this ……!”

I, Tristy Heitra Shiran, am depressed. I curl my pink-gold hair around my fingers. It’s a habit I’ve had for a long time when I’m in deep thought.

I think I have a cheerful personality, if I do say so myself. I’ve never been this depressed before.

The reason for this is because of me. A while ago, I had an accident.

A bicycle accident. It was just a little pride. A lack of awareness of reality. A gross negligence caused by such things. I was riding my bike with headphones on.

That in itself is a problem, but then my phone rang. If I needed to answer it, I would stop the bike and answer it. With this in mind, I picked up my phone while still on the bike. It was a minor carelessness. It led to an accident.

The moment I took my eyes off to check my phone, I was hit by the other cyclist.

The other party was a boy in high school. The impact struck me as if I had hit something very hard, but the other boy was sent flying by the force of the collision.

I turned completely blue. Immediately, someone nearby rushed to the boy and dialed 110. I also hurriedly got off my bicycle and went to the boy.

Fortunately, there was no noticeable external injury, but I could not rest assured. In the past, there have been cases of people who suffered brain injuries from being hit by bicycles and died a few days later.

If he had hit his head hard from the impact of the collision, it would not matter whether he had suffered trauma or not.

What should I do! What have I done! I have never experienced such fear in my life.

I might have stolen the future of a completely innocent boy in front of me.

I would be arrested as a criminal myself. I have betrayed my parents and caused them grief. The boy in front of me was the one who was going through the hardest and most painful time of his life, but I was angry and saddened at myself for being so selfish.

Tears were spilling out of my eyes. All I could do was hope that the boy would be okay, and I stood there in a state of utter disbelief.

As it turned out, a settlement was reached. The other party had no noticeable injuries, and the examination results were normal. I, my dad, and my mom apologized desperately.

By that time, we were prepared for a lawsuit. No matter how big of a monster I was, what I had done was socially unacceptable. I caused the accident by holding my phone in my hand while wearing headphones. It was unforgivable.

But the boy forgave me. I was spared a lawsuit and a settlement was discussed. I was prepared for it to be expensive, but the boy did not want that either.

On the contrary, he said, “I’m used to it, so don’t worry about it,” as if he cared about us as we went to apologize. The boy’s kindness made my heart ache even more, and I could not forgive myself for hurting such a boy.

Since then, my life has gone on as usual. But I never felt better. The face of the boy comes to mind. This is how the perpetrators of accidents are tormented by guilt for the rest of their lives.

If I had not been a little bit wrong at that time, I would not be here now.

My friend invited me to a party to cheer me up. I don’t like such things very much and have always declined to participate. I have always had a good growth because I am half-Japanese. Perhaps because of this, many members of the opposite sex have confessed to me that they are interested in my body, and I have always felt the sting of their eyes on me, even in college.

I thought about refusing again this time, but since she was trying to cheer me up, I was afraid to say no. But I was afraid that I would worry my parents and make them worry about me. But how could I enjoy myself after causing my parents to worry and, more importantly, after what had happened to that child?

I stumbled my way to my destination, my melancholy mood still not lifting.

“Sorry, I’m late!”

The other members of the group were all there. They were already having a great time. I could see the men’s tension rising at the sight of me. They were giving me unwanted glances and looking at me, staring at my chest and legs.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Tristy!”

“What would you like to drink, Tristy?”

Alcohol was being offered one after another. I am not very good with alcohol.

I knew what it would mean if I were to get drunk in a place like this.

(Disgusting ……!)

I wanted to leave now. Why am I doing this? Why am I in a place like this? I have never liked these kinds of places to begin with.

I looked around my seat in a gloomy mood. A couple had already formed a little distance away from me.

They were talking to each other in a friendly manner.

Eh? Is that—-. There was a boy sitting there who looked familiar to me.

I have been thinking about that boy ever since then. A very kind boy.

I am not bold enough to think that just because I apologized, that was the end of everything.

I wanted to talk to him more. I wanted to apologize more.

What brought me to this place?

I was wondering why I was here, when I realized that I had jumped in front of him.

“Yukito-kun, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Guguhee! Sudden loss of vision and a mysterious oppressive feelinggggg.”

“Yukito, have you had any pain since then? Any lingering aftereffects?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Really? If you have any problems, you can always tell me, okay? I’ll do anything I can do.”

“Shiran, I’m fine, so don’t worry about it so much.”

“Ugh ……,I’m so sorry!”

“You’ve already apologized. And a bit more distance–“

“I hope you call me Tristy!”

“I got it, so just go away from—-“

“What do you want to drink, Yukito? I know you can’t drink alcohol. Would you like a Coke?”

“How strange, you can’t hear my words from this distance……?”

The mystery of why the people around me never listen to me is only getting deeper and deeper. Conversation seems to be taking place, but it is not. It was like a scene out of a comedy show, with the two of us being out of sync.

Suddenly, Tristy covered my vision. I mustn’t realize what this soft touch was, so I had to remove it from my thoughts. I’m a healthy high school student, after all. Oh, it’s so big! I wonder what cup she has. I had failed to remove it from my mind.

I never thought that I would meet the perpetrator of the accident again at a place like this. I have nothing against Tristy, nor do I have any ill will toward her. I wasn’t even seriously injured, so her being so heartbroken makes me feel like I did something wrong here.

“Yukito-kun, do you know Tristy? Surely you didn’t try to get a girlfriend while you have me, right?”

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“Why are you putting on such stiff air?”

“Because Yukito-kun. Do you realize you’re playing my lover right now?”

I don’t understand. Mio looked at us curiously, but then she whispered in my ear. There was nothing I could do, but I thought it would be better to explain the situation. It’s nothing to hide. It is just that I am an idiot.

“—-That’s how it happened”

“Something like that happened. I’m not sure if it was you or the hare. Come to think of it, I think I saw such news. It was Yukito-kun huh? I’m really sorry to hear about your bad luck. So you’re not hurt or anything, are you?”

“No. The tests didn’t show any abnormalities, and I’m fine.”

“It’s been hard on Tristy, too.”

“I can’t tell you how hard it’s been, because it’s my fault. I made my mom and dad worry. Above all, Yukito, you have had the hardest time. Glad to see you!”

“Normally, don’t you hate it? Like you don’t want to get involved…”

“I care! I’ve always cared about you.”

While conversing, I felt the gaze poking into my eyes from a while ago.

Currently, I am in the middle of a party, but me, Mio, and Tristy, who joined later, are sitting slightly apart from me. I had no intention of participating.

To put it bluntly, we were floating around because we were the only ones there. Because of this, the other men looked at me strangely with resentment.

“Excuse me, I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Are you alright? Do you need some help?”

“Give me a break”

If Tristy helped me, I wouldn’t be able to go to the bathroom.

I’m a healthy high school boy myself.

“Fue…..”

I did my business at once. Not the big one, but the small one. I sigh with satisfaction.

Seems a little too old for me, no? However, what in the world am I doing? Even though I have not been drinking, it is out of the question for a high school student to be participating in a blind date with college students. Even if I don’t think about it, it’s out.

In many ways, I’m an out-of-control person, so it’s a little late for me to say this, but I could have been punished by the school in a normal way. Well, it’s a little too late for me to get punished!

As I was leaving the restroom, someone approached me. It was someone from the basketball circle.

He seemed to be a very flirtatious person, but of course, I did not know him, and we had never had any conversation before.

“Could you please read the air?”

Mob A spoke to me.

“Nitrogen is 78%, oxygen is 21%, and argon and carbon dioxide together are about 1%.”

“I ain’t asking you to read the main components of the air!”

“It’s supposed to be a neat little chemistry joke, isn’t it? Kerakarakera”

“Stop making a straight face when you are laughing!”

“So, what do you want from me?”

“Ah? Yes, that’s right. You know this is a blind date, right?”

“That’s what I heard.”

“It seems that Ninomiya-san brought you here, but to tell you the truth, I don’t like having you here.”

I had thought it would be something like that anyway, but I was right. He was staring at me with a blatant glare. However, there was nothing I could do about it.

“Even if you say so, I was only asked by Mio.”

“Tristy-san is also sticking around with you.”

“Isn’t it because she doesn’t want to attend a blind date party with a yarisaki?” [TL: university club for socializing and having s*x]

“Oi, are you making fun of us?”

“Come down, let’s have some fun.”

“We’re not having a good time when you’re around”

“Maybe you’re just not that attractive.”

“Tsk. Don’t be high of yourself”

“I’m just being honest.”

“You shouldn’t talk so lasciviously. You’re younger than me.”

“You’re not ashamed to intimidate a younger man?”

“Go home.”

“Then I’ll go home with Mio.”

“Haa? Leave Ninomiya-san behind.”

“Are you stupid? Ah, it slipped out”

“Stop messing with me”

For some reason, Mob A was angry with me. Thinking back, perhaps the first thing I lost was the feeling of fear. When I wished for my own death, the feeling of fear dissipated.

Since then, I have never been afraid of anything. Well, I am afraid of my sister.

The next emotion I lost was anger. When I gave up on life, everything turned to resignation, and I no longer had such a rage.

I gave up on myself and expected nothing from anyone or anything. As a result, I did not even recall those negative feelings anymore.

At first glance, this may seem like a good thing. At least, that’s what has made me who I am. But that’s not what I need right now.

Fear and anger, I had them. If so, I can get them back.

Understanding the feelings of others is consistent with understanding the ” affection” that may be directed at me.

I can’t respond to anyone’s feelings as I am now.

The feelings that I lost one day. To regain them is what I needed to do in order to go from negative to zero, and to understand what lies beyond that.

That is why I seek. What I once lost. I don’t want anyone to be sad anymore. To not see anyone cry. I shake off the throbbing headache.

I want to “like” someone. I want to trust someone.

And I want to “fall in love” again.

I want to regain the love that has disappeared, and someday I—

“You know that it is Mio’s decision and not mine, you know?”

“Why don’t you go home alone right now?”

“I’m here at Mio’s request.”

“That’s none of my business.”

“Is this what happens when one’s head is dominated by sexual desire?”

“Don’t get carried away.”

He grabbed me by the chest. I pulled on his collar and easily removed his hand and quickly returned to Mio’s place. For crying out loud, there is nothing I can do…..

“Ah Yukito, welcome back! “

“I was in trouble because I got tangled up.”

“Eh. Yukito-kun. By whom did you say you were entangled?”

“That man.”

I pointed at Mob A who was about to return from the restroom. His eyes met perfectly with mine, as he was looking at me with hatred.

“What did you do to Yukito-kun?”

“N-no, Tristy, I didn’t do anything …….”

Tristy takes a bite out of Mob A. He’s getting slower and slower. The place was getting noisy. I sensed that I was about to get into trouble, so I quickly made a phone call.

“Yukito-kun, let’s go home. I’m uncomfortable being here.”

“Wait a minute, please.”

It quickly connects with a few rings.

[Huh, Yukito-kun, what’s going on? That’s unusual?]

“Hyakuma-senpai, it’s been a while. I’m sorry, I’m at a blind date party with your basketball team, but I’m having trouble getting along with them, can you help?”

[Ours? What are their names? I mean, I didn’t hear anything about a blind date. And what’s Yukito doing there?]

“I’ll tell you what’s going on later, but I think Mob A is the name of the group.”

[Mob A?]

“Oh, I’m sorry. I think he called himself Ishii or something like that. ……”

[Ishii? There’s no one in my circle. We’re not the only ones playing basketball, so it must be some other circle?]

“Really? I’m talking about the “Yarisisa” group.”

[Aah, those guys, huh? If that’s the case, then it’s even more important that it’s not us. And, Yukito-kun, we are a legitimate club. We don’t want to be lumped in with those people.]

“Come to think of it, that is what you said. I’m sorry.”

[It’s fine. Are you involved somehow? Do you want me to handle it?]

“No, I’m just glad you’re not involved with them.”

[What are you going to do?]

“Wait and see”

After hanging up the phone, I called out to Tristy-san, who seemed to be in a rage.

“Don’t worry, Tristy-san. They didn’t do anything to me.”

“But, Yukito-kun….”

“It’s the result of everyone trying to have fun in their own way.”

“Sorry, Yukito, you came all this way.”

Tristy is really cute and sad. And that’s when I came up with a really great idea. The tournament is coming up soon. Could this be a good opportunity?

The hot-blooded seniors are lacking in everything, but the fresh and handsome guy is good at what he does, but he’s not strong. He still lacks in many areas. He wants to improve, and this might be a good time to take advantage of it. I stopped to think about it.

It’s not like it’s part of the club activities. Even though I’m entrusted with the entire training menu, it would be a problem if I organized an international match without permission.

Wait a minute…isn’t it okay if it’s private? The school can’t interfere with the policy of the cram school, and this way, no one will be inconvenienced. If the members are not gathered, I can ask for help from Hyakuma Senpai. It’s perfect!

I approach Mob A and the others, who are looking indignant, and make a proposal.

“Senpai, you guys are in a basketball club, right?”

“What about it?”

“If you want, why don’t you play against me?”

“What?”

“You’re not going to run away, are you?”

“You little……!”

Then, good. I’ll let you be a sacrifice to our basketball team, which is overwhelmingly lacking in practice as well as practice! Kahahahahahahahahaha! Gehogeho

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