It's been a few days since Nishino started living in a share house. His relationship with the residents has been consistently good since she first met them. This is due in large part to the generosity of the black gal and Yukki, who have taken a relaxed approach to the cynical futsumen. They do this because they too value their present lives.
Against this backdrop, communicating with the black gyaru and Yukki at the share house has become the best way for a low-caste futsumen who has lost his place at school to find a place to come of age.
Today, too, Nishino rushed home as soon as the school day was over. In his hand he carried a bag of cakes and juice from a nearby convenience store.
He is a virgin who is desperate to score some points with the black gyaru. He is also doing everything he can to keep their life together. On the same day, he encounters a stranger in his living room.
"What? Someone's here, Yamanobe."
"What? Oh, Nisshi, welcome back."
"Do you know him?"
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"That's the guy I was telling you about. He just moved here."
"Oh."
Someone, who I don't know, is sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring at Nishino. The figure was as much a gal as Yamanobe.
While she is a black gal, this one is a white gal. Her hair, in contrast to Yamanobe's brightly coloured hair, is a lustrous black. Her skin and hair may look mature, but the flamboyant earrings in her ears and the heavy make-up reveal her inner self.
Her face was made up with a lot of make-up to compensate for her naturally thin eyes and nose. She looked like she was cross-dressing.
"Yamanobe, who is she?"
The Futsumen asks, looking at the white gal sitting on the sofa.
If he remembers correctly, there should be only two habitants in the house, Yamanobe and Yukki.
"My friend. She's from the high school I used to go to."
"I see."
As she said, the stranger gal was in uniform.
Her skirt is so tightly wound that you can almost see her underwear. Her shirt is so short that if she stretched out her arms, her tummy would be visible.
In her hand was a phone with a flamboyantly patterned cover.
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"Would you like to join us for dinner?"
"Are you sure?"
Yamanobe is standing busy in the kitchen, apparently preparing dinner. The sound of knives on the chopping board and water running in the sink reaches him.
"Yamanobe, Yukki's not here today?"
"He is at work as usual today. He'll be back at the crack of dawn."
"Seriously, I'm shocked!"
As she looked at Nishino, the white gal's attention quickly shifted to the phone at hand. It seems that there was no interest in this. Nishino, meanwhile, heads for the dining room facing the kitchen. Instead of going back to his room to leave his luggage, he sat down on a chair in his uniform. Every minute of this unexpected opportunity to interact with the opposite sex was precious.
He is a desperate virgin, trying to get as much experience as possible of his youth.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
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"Just sit there, there's not much to do."
"...I see."
It was a casual conversation over the kitchen counter. But for Nishino, it was a touching exchange.
"......"
"Is there anything I can do?" "You can just sit there." As his brain replays the exchange between the two of them, he feels a warmth flood his chest. At this very moment, in the dining area of the share house, lies the piece of youth he's always wanted.
It was a conversation that would have been impossible in the classroom of Class 2A.
"What, you're friends with him, Yamanobe?"
"What? Not really close, just normal. It's normal."
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Black and white gals exchange words between the living room and the kitchen across Nishino sitting in the dining room .
"That uniform is Tsunuma High School, isn't it?"
"Oh, yeah..."
"Do you know Risa?"
"Do you mean Kondo?"
"Eh? you know her? Are you in the same year?"
"I'm in second year."
"What are you to her?"
"We're just friends."
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A talk between Nishino and a white gal who unexpectedly makes a good start. He gains some points by treating Risa as if they were friends. When the mutual acquaintance was confirmed, there was a change in the other's attitude.
"If so, do you know Takeuchi-kun?"
"Oh, Takeuchi-kun, we're in the same class."
"Nishino, that's great! Let's talk more!"
"I don't mind"
I'm going to use Takeuchi-kun to shorten the distance between us.
"I'm a fan of Takeuchi-kun, he's really cool, isn't he?"
Yes, even from a homosexual point of view, Takeuchi-kun looks good."
"Are you close to him?"
"I'm not sure if we're close or not, but we used to be in the same club. If you have any questions about Takeuchi, you can ask me. I'll tell you as much as I can."
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In response to Nishino's words, a smile came to the face of the white gal. For a while after that, Nishino used Risa-chan and Takeuchi-kun as an excuse to get some interaction with the opposite sex.
The talk with the white gyaru went on and on until the black gyaru called out to them saying that the dinner was ready. After finishing her meal, the white gal left with a smile. Apparently she had come to ask Yamanobe for some food.
"She was really excited, is that Takeuchi that great? "
After dinner, while washing the dishes, the black gal asked me. Nishino, who refused to help, sat on a chair in the dining room as usual. It's a conversation over the kitchen counter.
"That's right..."
After a short pause, he replied.
"It's more like a longing."
"Nisshi's longing?"
"Oh, living like Takeuchi-kun, that's my dream."
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In Nishino's hand is a cup of tea made by a black gal. As he sips it, he says
"I could list many things."
"He is a good student and always comes out on top in his exams. I'm also good at sports. I hear he's the ace of the football team. He is trusted by his classmates. I'd like to introduce you to him if there's a chance."
"But I have Yukki, so I'd rather not."
"I see."
Yamanobe's casual remark reminded Nishino of the day he moved in, when he had come into the living room in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and had unexpectedly heard her moaning. He had ordered a jug of water from a online store that day, so that he would always have one in his room.
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While we were chatting and laughing after dinner, we heard the front door open. Both of them turned their attention to the hallway, wondering if the white gal had left something behind.
It was Yukio Yanagida, a.k.a. Yukki, one of the housemates, who passed through the open door. He walked slowly down the corridor, holding his head with one hand.
The black gal who noticed the appearance raised her voice.
"Oh, Yukki, welcome back!"
"I'm home. I 'll take a break."
"Oh, yes, I understand. By the way, what about dinner?"
"I'm going to sleep for a while, so don't worry about it."
"Okay,"
Then, he went up the stairs with few words. When I see it, a question leaks from Nishino's mouth.
"He's really different compared to the past few days, is he okay?"
"Oh, this time of the month he has a lot of work."
"I see," Nisshi muttered, looking at the direction in which Yukki had gone.
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The following day saw the start of mid-term exams at Tsunuma High School. For the next few days, students will be taking exams in each subject instead of their regular classes.
Students who are thinking of applying to universities are looking for higher grades. Students who are planning to work after high school are hoping to avoid red marks and make-up exams.
For each of these reasons, students stare desperately at their textbooks.
In the early hours of the school day, the classrooms are usually quiet and chatty. And Nishino is no exception to this. In the past, he would never have bothered with regular exams. As long as he could avoid the red marks and the make-up exams, he was happy to pass the time with a good book. The results of the exams were also mediocre, in the middle of the grade. I thought it was cool, and I was quietly cynical about it. Today, however, Nishino has awakened to his youth and takes his schoolwork seriously.
More specifically, he wanted to get good marks in his exams and attract the attention of the opposite sex. And then, during the festival, Rose offered him the possibility of going to university. If he thought it would help him, then it was an opportunity for him to kill two birds with one stone.
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There, he faces his textbook seriously all morning.
"......"
The first exam of the day is World History B, a subject which requires a lot of memorisation and which the Futurians is very devoted to finish. He has no choice but to memorise the formulas one by one, as he cannot hope to score points by applying them as he can in mathematics or physics. His friendships are ruined, so past exam papers are never passed on to him.
"Oh, Matsuura-san..."
A student who had been absent from school for the past few days was heard in the deserted classroom. MMatsuura had not been to school since the day after the dance event.
It seems that she has just arrived at the school.
"..."
Without saying a word, she went to her seat and sat down in a chair.
She quietly moves her notebooks and textbooks from her bag to her desk. Her classmates watch her from a distance. The students of Class 2A knew about her strange behaviour on the day of the dance event. This was when she burst onto the stage with a knife in her hand.
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And although the media could be controlled, the mouths of those who had spent time with them could not be silenced. As a result, Matsuura-san's identification as a yandere was shared with certainty.
I've heard that he tried to stab Takeuchi to death with a kitchen knife.
Thanks to this everyone started to treat her differently. Even the girls in her class group, who used to be close to her, don't talk to her. Her isolation puts her at the bottom of the school caste.
That's why there was a man who saw an opportunity in this. It was Nishino. He got up from his seat and went to Matsuura with a textbook in his hand. The classroom was naturally buzzing.
"Good morning, Matsuura-san."
"Good morning."
"..."
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Nishino knows from past experience that Matsuura-san is not a woman he can handle. So he doesn't look for a woman in her. On the other hand, he is still very much attached to Class 2A. His goal is to succeed in the same school and to enjoy his youth. If there was a problem, he would try to solve it.
He also hoped that, as bottom of the caste, they might be able to work together on campus. As with his relationship with Rose, it was his way of using whatever he could get his hands on.
For the students who were present, it was like a typhoon hitting the beach.
"If you don't feel well, I can take you to the infirmary" he says repeatedly.
Matsuura then turned her gaze to the back of Nishino's head as he asked her a question. There, in her seat, she sees Shimizu struggling with her vocabulary book.
The chairwoman, hard at work on her exams, doesn't seem to have noticed the rendezvous between Shimizu and Matsuura.
"Hey, Chairwoman."
"Uh? Oh? What?"
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Matsuura called the chairwoman of the committee. Her tone of voice was very matter-of-fact, a complete change from her past. She seemed to be a different person from the one who used to sit quietly in the corner of the classroom. The flirtatious tone of her voice was nowhere to be found.
The chairwoman of the committee was surprised by this. For a moment she was confused.
"Nishino-kun is under your jurisdiction, right?"
"Eh..."
Shimizu's eyes fluttered as she was given a series of lines. The confusion lasted only a few moments. After a while, the chairwoman of the committee understood what she was trying to say and raised her voice.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Isn't he?"
"No!"
The chairwoman barks with her face bright red. She denied it with all her might. All she could think of was the time she had shared a bed with the futsumen in a hotel in Santorini.
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In her head, she knows that Matsuura-san cannot possibly know about this fact.
"Do you say that in front of him ? Isn't that terrible?"
"......"
Matsuura, who had nothing to lose, was invincible on campus.
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The atmosphere in the classroom is dangerous.
Matsuura and Nishino are in invincible mode, and if you let them talk to each other, you will be in trouble. The thought crossed everyone's mind as they watched them. The damage had already been done, with the chairwoman being the first to react. Just then, the door at the back of the classroom swung open. It was Takeuchi, the number one handsome guy of Class 2A , who appeared.
Ah..."
When he saw that figure, a voice that was unknown to anyone leaked. The consciousness of everyone in the classroom heads for him. He is the one who was involved in the dance event and also the victim.
The handsome man stops in his tracks when he witnesses the scene. Everyone will be watching his every move.
In the classroom of Class 2A, the noise has died and it is quiet again.
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He spoke in a very natural manner, so as not to let his friend know how upset he was.
"Matsuura-san, I know you've been through a lot, but if you need to talk to me, I'm here."
"...."
"I'm not saying you have to, of course, but we're classmates in the same classroom. I would like you to feel free to contact me."
The talk was impeccable. Matsuura seemed to lose momentum at this point and muttered.
"...I don't care about that."
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"Wasn't Matsuura going to stab Takeuchi-kun?"
"Isn't it absolutely unforgivable for a normal person?"
"I'd be too scared to come to class if I were you."
"How tough is that Takeuchi guy?"
"The person she stabbed by mistake was a murderer, right?"
"I think the murderer was aiming to kill Rose."
"Seriously?"
"I mean, isn't Matsuura-san amazing?"
"I don't want to approach her..."
Many voices were raised. It's not just girls, but boys as well. Takeuchi took advantage of this and headed for his seat. However, even he is nervous inside.
The next thing I know, Matsuura-san is pulling a knife out from under her uniform and rushing towards me. A dangerous imagination comes to my mind. He is a handsome man who thinks that he should be careful on the streets at night.
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At lunchtime, on the first day of exams, the chairperson was summoned to the roof by Rose.
She received a message on her phone, telling her to go to the roof immediately.
Every minute of the lunch break during exams is a precious moment for the students. There is no comparison to a normal lunch break. And today's chairwoman is in a hurry because she cannot fill in the answer sheets as she would like. This is a time that should be spent staring at the textbook. Against this background, I arrived very upset.
As I passed through the thick metal door that connected the stairwell to the open air, I could already see Rose under the blue sky. She had been looking at the sky when she noticed the door being opened and looked back at the chairwoman. She is a blonde Lolita whose elegance is evident even in her casual demeanour.
This was also frustrating for the chairwoman of the committee. The frustration naturally flowed from her mouth.
"What do you mean by calling me out here without telling me why?"
"What are you so angry about?"
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"I'm not angry!"
The examinations coming up after the lunch break are in English, a subject she considers more important than any other. It is no exaggeration to say that more than half of her life is at stake. This made her even more anxious.
"I'm not really interested in your state of mind, but.. "
" ... "
But her feelings are not conveyed to Rose in the slightest. Instead of saying a single word of gratitude, she tries to provoke her with a condescending tone.
"Can I go back to class?"
"No."
"Then why don't you get on with it?"
"No man likes an impatient woman."
"..."
The chairwoman's patience was almost over.
Rose looks at her with a wry smile and continues.
"I have a favour to ask you"
"What?"
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"Have you noticed that the new girl who moved into my class has been coming to your class a lot lately?"
"You mean Gabriella?"
"In the event that you do not see me around when she visits your class, please contact me."
This is why the chairwoman's frustration burns even more fiercely in her heart. It was a shame for her to have to spend her time studying for her mid-term exams, when her future was at stake, on someone else's love life. She had to deal with the bottom of the caste and a pervert who was in love with him.
"And if you see her outside the school, please contact me as well."
She went into a fit of pique. Still, in her normal state of mind, she would not have been able to speak out strongly against the woman in front of her. Rose's dominance in the school was overwhelming. Even the chairwoman of the committee would be defeated in a head-on confrontation.
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However, only a few days ago she had received information from Francisca.
In exchange for an introduction to the community that had been set up to help her make progress on her project to eradicate perverted JK's Kinky Spaz Dance, she had managed to find out about Rose's weaknesses from Francisca.
This made her decide to go on the offensive.
"Do you really think you can be one with him, Rose?"
"What do you mean?"
The chairwoman's words changed the mood and Rose's face became stern. But today, the chairwoman is no slouch. She has a lot of anger and frustration. She has to get back to the classroom as quickly as possible and read through her textbook and vocabulary for the English exam that starts this afternoon.
It was this feeling that gave Shimizu the courage to take the first step.
"I don't know much about it, but I think Nishino-kun is looking for a relationship with another student. Do you even have the right to enjoy such a relationship with him?"
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In the blink of an eye, a few meters away, her fingertips catch the neck of her opponent. Her five slender fingers gripped Shimizu's neck squarely. Death is an inevitable situation.
"Who told you that?"
"What do you think?"
"Do you want to die?"
"If I die here, I'm sure Nishino will notice."
"....."
The fear of the mid-term exams has helped the chairwoman to overcome her fears. The fact that she was being held by Rose with an arm that was far too strong for a small girl was astonishing, but at the same time, as the lunch break ticked by, Shimizu's growing resentment, anger and impatience began to bubble out of her.
"Francisca told me..."
"..."
The blonde-haired Lolita's foot moved in response to Shimizu's casual remark. In the manner of a yakuza kick, she strikes the opponent in the abdomen with the sole of her foot as if to push her away.
A moan escaped from the side that was kicked. The body was thrown backwards and lost its balance.
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She falls on her butt on the concrete floor.
"Ouch, what are you doing?"
Somewhat anticipating his opponent's actions, Shimizu fell on her buttocks and simultaneously thrust her elbows and hands to catch herself. It was a little painful in the wrist joint, but the damage did not seem serious. The rest of her elbow was slightly scraped.
"Are you connected to Francisca?"
"She approached me first! I didn't start it!"
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In response to the chairwoman's barking, Rose took a step forward.
Understanding the latter's movement, the former immediately prepares herself.
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However, the blonde Lolita then walked past Shimizu, who was sitting at her feet, and headed towards the stairwell leading into the school. The chairwoman was wondering if she could kick her again.
"Don't forget about the favor."
"......"
And then, with a final word, Rose disappeared into the school.
Shimizu sees off the back of the enemie, she sighs and releases the tension of her whole body.
She lifted her chin and looked up to see a clear, mild autumn sky over her head. It was Chikako Shimizu's first win against Rose.
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