V1Ch5: False accusations that come to light part 1

Crowded trains, it is the baptism of company livestock. Thank you for your hard work early in the morning.

My life’s diagram is completely disordered and delayed, but I’m going to school by train today. Yesterday, I stayed at Sekka-san’s house.

Sekka Kokonoe. She is my mother’s sister and an aunt to me.

Kokonoe is my mother’s surname, so please don’t be confused. I used to live with Sekka-san for about a month. In the past, my mother and Sekka-san had a big fight because of me, and she was forced to take me in.

Since then, I had to stay with her regularly or she would be sad. That’s when I had to commute to school by train.

Sekka-san was overly overprotective of me, as if she was worried about me. It sounds good to say she was a kind aunt, but she was too young to be an aunt.

She tries to buy me everything, but yesterday I was ready to accept defeat. She was melting my steel mentality into mush. “Yuki-chan, is there anything you want? A child perhaps” If I nod yes, I wonder what will happen to me ten months from now. I’m scared. I am too scared. I had no choice but to pretend I couldn’t hear.
Even though the train was packed, I was sitting down now. It’s because I won the game of chair. A faint sense of superiority. I was feeling comfortable with the jealous eyes on me, —–but when I arrived at the station, the newly arrived passengers were pushed into the train car.

Is she all right? The woman standing in front of me, she doesn’t look good. She looks like she is in a bad mood. Recently, it is said that an increasing number of old people get upset when they are offered a seat. However, there was no use thinking about it.

“Here you go.”

“Eh, ……, thank you.”

I quickly stood up and gave up my seat. Despite appearances, I am confident in my physical strength. I used to be active in club activities, although I am now a depraved homecoming club member. My legs and back are strong. It is only a few more kilometers to go, anyway. There is no need to be stubborn.

I played with my phone to pass the time. There are words in the search history that I cannot show you, such as “ten months later,” so I will erase them in due course.

As I think about this, the figure of a female student near the entrance comes into view. So what’s the matter with her, she was looking downcast as if she was holding something back.

Are there too many people in bad shape? Is it this poor environment of crowded trains that makes them so? But it didn’t seem that way. She was pressed against the wall, shivering. There was only one possibility that came to mind.

“Are you too naughty in the morning?”

Early in the morning, sleepiness probably prevails in most people, but there may be some people whose sexual desire prevails. I can’t speak for others because I’m also troubled by Sekka-san, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get excited in such a crowded train.

There is no such thing as a hobby! It’s true, right?

I quietly move closer to her as if to wade through the waves of people. I give a little distance to observe the situation.

I hate to admit it, but there is no doubt. How is it that a grown man can be fondling the buttocks of a high school girl so early in the morning? There are too many perverts. Too sick. A sigh spills out from my mouth.
The next station arrives. I walk along with the flow of people and reach out to grab the hand of a businessman in a suit and tie it.

“What are you doing?”

I realized that my hand had been grabbed.

I realized. It was another trouble I had gotten myself into.

[President PoV]

It was just a few minutes ago that I received a call from my best friend, Yumi Mikumo
Apparently, she was being molested again. She is too well-liked to be molested even for a short time before meeting up with me. She is a cute little animal, so she is an easy target.

After I meet her at the station, there will be no problem because I will be there, but until then she will inevitably be alone, so there will be no end to my worries. In fact, this is how Yumi sometimes contacts me.

I get angry when I see a short “help” message typed on my phone.

Perhaps it is because of these incidents that Yumi has developed a mild distrust of men. There must be many people on the train. Not all of them are perverts. But why didn’t anyone try to help her? I also blame the passengers for pretending to ignore the situation.

(Well, what should I do ……)

It depends on how the other party responds. If he apologizes honestly, there is still room for improvement, but depending on his attitude, I may have to consider turning him in to the police. If that happens, we will be late for school, but this is also for the sake of justice. The station staff or the police will tell the school what happened.
The train arrives. Yumi is always in the same position in the same train, so she is easily recognizable.

So, what kind of guy will we be dealing with today? I am a martial arts student, so I have a certain amount of strength. First and foremost, as student body president, I will not tolerate anyone who tries to harm the students of our school. Even though I am not at school, I am on my way to school.
That is the duty of the student body president, and it is also the justice and the pride of Tsukitsuki.

“That’s him!”

I grabbed the arm of the man who was reaching for Yumi and twisted it up. I was about to check what he looked like when I was surprised. It was a student from our school.

“What are you doing?”

[Yukito Pov]

“No, it wasn’t me. ……’

“I won’t listen to your excuses. You, a student of our school, have you no shame?”

My arm was twisted up and I was held down to the ground. I could have forced myself to shake her off, but the situation was about to get complicated, so I complied maturely. I had a feeling this was going to happen, though, didn’t I? After being named a molester in high spirits in the train, I was pulled out of the train and pursued. I am having a bad day.

“I can see with my own eyes that you were reaching for Yumi. You had better not lie.”

“It’s a knotty hole.

“What the hell….?”

With a snap, a weight was placed on my arm. It was a very dignified move. The other woman lying on the ground next to me is a woman.

She was very different from the other female student who was lying on the ground next to me. I think I’ve seen her somewhere before, but I couldn’t find her name in my brain library. It sounds good to say that she is a sporty type of girl, but this is something else. Brainy.

“If you had just admitted it and apologized, there would have been extenuating circumstances,”

” I cannot admit to something I didn’t do. It’s against my justice.”

“A molester can’t talk about justice.”

“I didn’t molest her.”

“Then I’ll have to call the police.”

I’m in a bind. I couldn’t get through to her. As for me, I was fine with that. If I verify it thoroughly, my innocence should be clarified. In that case, it’s the girls who will be in trouble, but as expected, I can’t feel any sympathy for them if they treat me like I’m guilty. If they suffer from that, it’s their own responsibility.

“Then, why don’t you just call them out?”

“Do you really think that because you are a student, you are not guilty? You are very foolish.”

“You look more foolish to me.”

“I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry, call the police. Such a person has no place in our school. We don’t need you.”

“Ah….Yeah. I understand.”

The station attendant was about to run out when I said the word. I’m not sure why I’m having such bad luck with women.

“Wait, he didn’t do it. He is not the perpetrator.”

Let me take back what I said before. Maybe my luck with women is not that bad.

[President PoV]

I was surprised that the molester was a student at our school. He seemed to be an underclassman. The fact that he looked at me and showed no reaction bothered me, but I felt a little remorse in my conscience whether I should crush a young man with a bright future. However, this student showed no remorse whatsoever. At all times, he insists that it was not his fault. This open attitude is gradually making me feel irritated.

If he is a student at our school, he may meet Yumi in the school if things are left unchecked. Yumi is distrustful of men, and she can’t bear the thought of the man who molested her being in the same school with her. I was able to save her this time, but she might be attacked someday. I could not allow that to happen.

The only way was for this student to be expelled. Having such a student enrolled in the school was not a positive thing. I decided that there was no room for rehabilitation, and I was prepared to call the police.

“I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry, call the police. Such a person has no place in our school. We don’t need you.”

“Oh, ……, yeah. I understand.”

Now I’m going to be late, but I don’t have a choice. If left unchecked, not only Yumi, but other girls and other women may be harmed. He is an unforgivable person.

Why is it that no one tries to help Yumi, but only people like him? It makes me feel so gloomy and anxious since this morning.

“Wait, he is not the perpetrator.”

The words slipped into my ears as I lamented in my heart.

[Yukito PoV]

“Huh, where are you?”

“Thank you for earlier.”

The woman who approached me was looking somewhat better.

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It was the woman who stood in front of me in the morning. Apparently, she was going to help me. The woodcutter who dropped his axe in the lake may have felt this way when he saw the goddess.

“What the hell? I’m sorry. Who are you?”

“I was sitting in front of him. He’s not the molester.”

“You were sitting? I saw this man reach for Yumi. Why would you, who was in the middle of the train, try to cover for him?”

“Because he approached the girl on that side by himself.”

“That’s because he was going to molest her, isn’t it?”

“That’s not true. Hey, you, remember when you were molested? When you were being molested, were there boys around you wearing school uniforms?”

The focus turned to the girl who had been molested, who had barely spoken up to this point.

“Eh, ……? I-I was …….”

“Remember. He thought you might have been molested, so he approached you. He must have been trying to help you. He got close to you just before you arrived at this station. You must remember at least a little bit about who was around you when you were being molested, right?”

“I-I was afraid…… because they were all adults. Come to think of it, maybe it was someone in a suit. ……”

“Was there anyone wearing the same school uniform?”

“I don’t think there were any. …… N-no, there weren’t!

“What?!”

The senior who still doesn’t listen to my arm kicking in. The only thing I can do is enjoy the feeling of her breasts, but it’s sad to say that it’s not a situation where I can call it a privilege.

“Haa. ……. That was a little indiscreet. You guys, you could have possibly ruined his life, you know? Not only that. If it turns out later that he is innocent, you will be accused of being the ones who set up the false accusation.

“No way…… Then, wou’re trying to help Yumi. ……”

“I-I’m sorry!”

“Well, well, don’t worry about it so much. I’m the one who’s at fault.”

“…… What do you mean……?”

I don’t feel anything now that she apologized. In other words, as usual, I did something wrong. It was a mistake to act. It was a mistake to care.

“Since it was the senpai who saved the day, she didn’t need me.”

I knew that I would not be good at anything if I got involved. I should know that better than anyone, but I always end up making the wrong choice. After all…

“I shouldn’t have tried to help her.”

I should have ignored her. If she’s being molested, she should have just raised her voice herself. Relying on someone else, depending on someone else, asking someone else to protect you, is not going to solve anything. At least, that’s how I lived my life.

“—-!”

“May I ask you to let go? Don’t worry. I won’t make the same mistake. I will never make the same mistake again. It’s just as you said, senpai. You don’t need me.”

I will not repeat the same mistake. In this case, the cause is clear and the countermeasure is easy. From now on, even if I see a woman who looks like she is being molested, I will abandon her. Then nothing will happen. I will not be involved in anything. It is the person who should change, and it is the molester who is committing the crime. I, an outsider, have nothing to do with it. I am a stranger after all, and it doesn’t matter.

“W-wait! ! I’m sorry, you’re not wrong. Everything you did was–“

“That’s enough. Well then.”

I shake off the hand of Senpai who is clinging to me and turn away, and I bow my head to the elder sister.

Without her, I would have been in more trouble.

It is no exaggeration to say that she is truly a savior for me!

“Thank you very much. May I call you Messiah?”

“I’d rather not, but you’ve made me feel a little better. I have low blood pressure in the mornings and I don’t feel very well. It was especially hard today, which is why I’m glad you gave it to me. But then I saw you in such a mess. I was so surprised. I’m curious about that.”

“Are you feeling all right now?”

“Maybe not quite yet. Haa. ……. I was going to go to college like this, but I guess I’ll just have to take the morning off.””

“I don’t feel so good either, I’m going to go into a coffee shop for a bit and rest.”

“Oh, you can skip school? Then can I join you?”

“I’m a problem child, so I’m fine. Then please let me buy you a drink. I should at least thank you for saving my life.”

“I know it’s not okay, but I’m sorry. It would help me a lot….”

“The return is too big.”

While chatting like that, I decided to rest for a while in a coffee shop with the elder sister.

Her name is Mio Ninomiya. She gave me her contact information, saying, “If you have any trouble after this, please contact me.” In this world, there are women who make false accusations against you, but there are also saviors who can help you. If there is a God who discards, there is a God who picks up. It’s a very well-made world. That’s just the way it is.

“I don’t want to go to school. ……”

My mood had cleared up somewhat, but it was around ten o’clock. Yes, I am an outlaw, Yukito Kokonoe. After all, I’m a problem child. A little slacking off wouldn’t be a big deal.

By the way, if I take the train for about 30 minutes from here, I will get to the Seaside District. One of my few hobbies is to visit sweets stores, and a store nearby that sells a limited number of tarts (50 a day) has become the talk of the town. Sugar is calling me.

“Phew. That’s settled—“

I smile to myself, grinning, and start walking away from the school toward the exact opposite direction.

This may also be called youth.

So I skipped school and went to the Seaside District by myself, and the limited edition tart was very tasty. Only because it was limited. I achieved my main goal, but I still have to go to school in the afternoon.

No one would think I’m skipping school and playing here. Fufufu.

There are many places to play. Shall I go shopping at the mall? Or maybe I could go on a Ferris wheel ride or even go to a TV station for no particular reason, just like a school trip student. A one-person school trip is also a fun and somewhat shady experience. It is also romantic to enjoy the empty International Exhibition Hall, which is different from the festivals held during the Obon and New Year’s holidays. The spring sunlight was dazzling. The smell of the ocean uplifted my spirits.

I gazed at the sea in a daze. Watching the birds play with each other.

When it comes to things like purses and wallets, the return rate for lost and found items in Japan is said to be around 60%.

I lost a “affection” at some point in my life.

I don’t know when that was. Was it that time or the other time? No matter how much I look back, I cannot find the answer. I may say, “I’m lost,” but I’m just lost.

Where is the ” affection” that I have lost? Will there ever come a day when I can get it back? After I lost my “affection,” I don’t care about anything anymore. I don’t care how people see me or what they think of me. If there is no “affection,” there is no “ill will,” either. I don’t care if other people don’t like me. I don’t care what kind of feelings people have for me, and I don’t direct those feelings at them.

There is a gaping emotional void.

But that is not right. That’s not possible. There was a time when I had a “affection” for someone. And now that I have lost “affection,” I am not qualified to face anyone. I can’t return the same amount of feelings no matter what kind of feelings are directed at me by the other person.

No matter how many “affection” they show me, I will never return the same amount of “affection.”

It is impossible for me to return it. The feelings of ” love” that are supposed to be beyond those feelings, and the “love” that I feel, are also lost. I can no longer be in love with someone else.

Therefore, I should not get involved with anyone. At least, until I get back what I lost, I have to stay in the shadows.

“Now thinking about it….”

How could this happen at all? Contrary to my intentions, strangely enough, there are a lot of people around me who want to get involved. Frankly, it’s annoying. I’m not good enough as I am now, and I’m going to hurt someone. I would make them unhappy. I don’t want that.

Suddenly, I looked at my phone. There were several messages. I had suddenly skipped the class without saying anything. Someone might have been concerned and contacted me. Why didn’t they just ignore me? Why try to get involved? It’s a bad trend. Caring about me is not a good thing. I’m sure they don’t understand that, which is why I’m here now.

“Haa ……”

Somehow, the depression returned. By that time, I had lost all desire to go to school in the afternoon. I’m free, so let’s go to the arcade.

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