[Request II]

The next day, Nishino arrived at school as he usually does in the Class 2A. 

He went to his seat while doing the morning greeting exercise. 

Ogino-kun had not yet arrived at school, and none of his classmates spontaneously approached him. He settled into his chair and prepared for the first class lesson. Two seats next to him, the Chairwoman, who has also just arrived at school, glances at him, conscious of the Futsumen. 

Around this time, a female student from another class enters through the door at the front of the classroom. 

It is Okuda-san from Class C of the second year. 

Her long black hair was swept down her back as she entered. Her brightly colored contacts really brought out her eyes. This is the same look they witnessed just yesterday. Today, in addition to this, she wears a wrist bandage on her left hand and a choker around her neck. 

Her appearance, with more additional items that were not required by the school, caught the attention of everyone, especially in the classroom, which was not busy in the morning. Even as soon as she appeared, the attention of her classmates turned to her. Students began whispering to each other over her presence. 

Not caring about this, Okuda-san continued on her way. 

She headed toward Nishino, who was seated in his own seat. 

Her steps stopped in front of the desk, settling into a position where she was looking directly at him.

If it had been Matsuura-san's seat that she visited, she might not have attracted so much attention. A group of good friends in the same class in the first year. It is easy to imagine that she may have visited a schoolmate with whom she had been socializing, looking for a chance to interact. 

However, of all people, it was Nishino. 

The tension in the air was as if a typhoon, which would normally be a common occurrence, had unusually hit the Tokyo metropolitan area. 

As if to affirm this, Okuda-san told the Futsumen in an ostentatious manner. 

"Hello, Nishino-kun. It appears that we have arrived at this very moment, and our time is now fulfilled." 

Shoving her hands into the pockets of her blazer, she speaks somewhat carelessly. It was a very indolent attitude, a far cry from the one he had adopted at the same time yesterday, when she had fled back to her own classroom after being debated by Matsuura-san, and filled with a sense of insignificance. 

Nishino, too, was approached by this and thought about it. 

Our time, now, is fulfilled. 

From the given word, he inferred what the other party was trying to say. 

Finally, his attention turned to the clock set up around the top of the blackboard. 

"Okuda-san, is that you? I think there is still a little time before the start of the school day."

"Ah, it's a fleeting moment, but I think this morning is a very important time for us to reflect on our daily life. That's why I'm here, to spend it with you." 

"........."

Okuda-san's argument is a bit of a roundabout way of asserting herself. Nevertheless, if one accepts the words of Okuda's assertion, it is something that the Futsumen can agree with. And if he was seeking to interact with Okuda himself, he would have welcomed her with open arms. 

However, such sentiments were based on the premise of Nishino's work, for which he earns his daily bread. The once-in-a-thousand opportunities to get to know the opposite sex on campus simultaneously foreshadow the gravel of a dark night for the Futsumen. As a result, he had to be more or less wary of Okuda-san. 

However, Francisca's investigation revealed that the campus is safe. She was the smelly crotchety old hag who had been confirmed in conjunction with Gabriella's transfer to the new school. Still, there are cases like Takeuchi's. Nishino schedules his future policy in his brain, asking for an investigation just in case. 

Meanwhile, the students watching this began to exchange miscellaneous thoughts about this and that. 

"Nishino's has been identified by Okuda-san as one of her friends, hasn't she?"

"I almost forget because of his narrow eyes, but Nishino's odd eyes are pretty much the same." 

"It's also a mystery why his eyebrows are shaped sometimes." 

"So, I guess she's a backward compatriot of Okuda-san, right?"

"Nishino's is much more annoying than Okuda's."

As per the exchange in the open air, Nishino was recognized as a fellow student by Okuda-san. 

The cause was an incident before morning homeroom yesterday.

A flamboyant odd eye unafraid of others. Imposing fake calls in front of his classmates. Consistently cynical and fully open to everyone. All of these were Okuda-san's favorite things. She couldn't pretend that she didn't see it. 

It was like, This guy would go along with my interests 

So today, she took the opportunity to visit the Futsumen. 

Seeing that his attention was on her, Okuda-san stroked the wrist wrap bandage on her left arm with her other hand. Hidden by the sleeve and extending under the uniform, it was a sign of generous care that, from the outside, one might have wondered how many stitches she had received. 

In response to the casual action of the other party, Nishino honestly voiced his concern. 

"That bandage on your arm, I didn't see it yesterday." 

"Oh, this? It's from last night at work." 

"Work ?" 

"A little bit, thanks to some incomplete information from the client." 

" .......... "  

She must have been injured while doing housework or working part-time. 

At first glance, Nishino thought that was the case. 

Last night, there was a bloodshed at the share house where he lives. He was convinced that if he was doing a job he was not accustomed to, such things could happen. Futsumen was persuaded by Gabriela's existence, who had faced a series of challenges and failures in the past. 

At a very young age, Gabu-chan was fluent in the languages of various countries and even excelled in mathematics and information processing, but at the cost of this, her life skills were remarkably poor. Since moving into the share house, she has been taken care of by Rose and Nishino. 

"That's a tough one. Let's hope it doesn't leave a mark. " 

"I'm sure with my healing abilities, the wound will close up in a few days." 

"Well, that's good to know." 

Apparently, it was a minor injury. Nishino judged so. 

Naturally, under the bandages, she was unharmed. 

For Okuda-san, the injury was so severe that the flesh was ripped open and the bone could be seen, but it was set to close up in just a few days. She has a good reason for this. She would never have dreamed that there is a being in the same grade as her who lives up to the similar scenario. 

And in the past, she has had dozens of similar conversations and been pulled away by her schoolmates. 

Not a single student around her talks to her anymore. 

Because of this, the series of exchanges was fascinating to Okuda-san. She looked at the figure of the Futsumen and shivered with joy, wondering if such a talkative person was enrolled in the same grade. 

This is the kind of communication she wanted to have with a friend. 

Perhaps that is why she was not afraid to speak frankly about her feelings. 

"Nishino, I think I should know more about you." 

From a third party's point of view, it's an approach that can be taken as a step before confession . With sparkling eyes, she stares at the futsumen sitting on his seat . This surprised the members of Class 2A . 

"Okuda-san, is it possible that you confessed your feelings for Nishino?"

"No, no, of course not." 

"They're oddballs. They'd make a good match, don't you think?" 

"I'm feeling frustrated."

"That's true." 

"Okuda-san is cute when she doesn't talk." 

"She's got style, too."

And Nishino was no exception. 

Being desired by someone of the opposite sex whom he had just met, and by a female student at the same school, was something he could not remember experiencing in the past. With the exception of Matsuura-san, the person in front of him did not seem to be as openly emotional as she was. 

Moreover, they had only met each other yesterday. 

Their eyes only met each other's, and there was no recollection that they even had a conversation. 

The Futsumen, unable to grasp the other party's intentions, asks her to gauge their intentions. 

"Excuse me, but I believe I just met Okuda-san yesterday......." 

"Well Nishino-kun, this is just my gut feeling, but I have a feeling that you and I would get along well together." 

" ... I see." 

Okuda-san is very insistent. 

Apparently, she wants to be my friend. 

The Futsumen understood it that way. 

If it had been him right after witnessing the Chairwoman's lasciviousness, he would have kept his distance, saying that he had someone else he was interested in. Today, too, Shimizu can be seen sitting two seats next to him. Being conscious of her gaze, Shimizu must have been manipulating the situation in one way or another. 

However, the Futsumen, who quickly realized that this was his own misunderstanding, was not reluctant to respond to Okuda-san's invitation. The person who approached him was, to his surprise, a female classmate with whom he went to school. It was the very youth Nishino had been looking for. 

It would be a great pleasure if they could become friends, even if it did not lead to a girlfriend. 

It was a bit sudden, but the virgin, hungry for youth, decided to accept the offer.

"I don't think I'd fit your description, but if it's okay with you, I'd like to join you." 

The Futsumen, who has demonstrated his cynicism to match with the other party, says with a clear attitude. 

As for all the classmates, it was a spiteful zero. 

But from Okuda-san's point of view, it was a hundred-point answer. 

Even if we ignore the fact that the other person's face deviation is extremely ordinary, she is happy. Because the person she was talking to was the first person she had met on campus who shared her interests. At least, that's what she thought. 

The rumors on campus were worrisome, but she herself was no different. 

Okuda-san, sensing a response to Nishino's reply, smiled extraordinarily deeply. 

On the other hand, Shimizu, who had been listening in, was surprised to hear it.

" ......... " 

Without a pause, the Chairwoman's desk rattled loudly. 

Glancing sideways, she was watching their interaction, and her body reacted immediately to Okuda-san's unexpected approach. On the chair, her hips moved, causing her toes to tap the foot of the desk. 

A question leaked out from Risa-chan, who was talking with her on the side.

"Chairwoman, you've been glancing at them since a while ago. Are you interested in them?" 

"It's not so much that I'm concerned about it........" 

"I don't think it's that bad, Nishino-kun and Okuda-san." 

" ..........."

The Chairwoman could not come up with a good response to Risa-chan's casual remark. Shimizu looks around the classroom, thinking that it is in situations like this that the hated blonde Lolita comes into her own. However, there was still no sign of her today. 

In the meantime, Okuda-san was giving him a note. 

She took out a student notebook from her pocket and shredded the memo section. She then took out a sternly designed fountain pen and ran the nib smoothly across the paper on Nishino's desk. She writes vividly, as if she were a celebrity signing her name on a piece of colored paper.

"Nishino-kun, here is my contact information."

She could have just used her phone, but she went to the trouble of holding out a piece of paper.

It was Okuda-san who had wanted to try this act at least once since she first entered the school, and in the winter of her sophomore year, it finally came true. She might be able to enjoy various other stories that she had been warming up to. Thinking of this, she could not suppress a smile from forming around her mouth. 

Then Nishino followed her lead and shredded his own notebook and wrote down the number.

"This is my number." 

" ......... " 

He went out of his way to imitate the recipient. 

The reason why he was so adept at this was because he had repeatedly done similar acts in the past on the job. In fact, the memo section of the student notebook had already been torn out several times. The Futsumen, who was still unaccustomed to exchanging contact information with friends, was moving his hand on the spur of the moment. 

As for the students who were watching the exchange between the two, it was an exchange that gave them goose bumps. 

However, Okuda-san was also thrilled by the interaction. 

She took the piece of paper offered on the table and quickly tucked it into his pocket. 

The person in front of her must be the same kind of person as she was. 

Confident of this, Okuda-san took a further step forward.

"Nishino, we have a lunch break today, but if you don't mind, I'd like to celebrate our meeting......." 

Would you like to have lunch with me? 

Since moving up to the second grade, she has grown distant from her friends from the first grade and has been eating alone until today. However, that lasted only until yesterday. From now on, she will be able to enjoy her meals with friends who share the same interests while talking to each other to the fullest. 

Such hopes were swelling in her heart. 

Immediately after that, however, a voice from the outside interrupted her.

"Oh? You are enjoying yourself with the girl from the other class, too, aren't you?" 

"I see you are the student from class C who visited the classroom just yesterday."

The source was near the doorway at the rear of the classroom, just inside the classroom. 

Rose and Gabriella were there. 

They immediately walked up to Nishino's seat.

"Uh, oh..... Ro, Rose and Gabriella......"

Being approached by someone who stands in the top tier of the campus caste put a stop to Okuda-san's ostentatious mannerisms. The words and actions that pushed the setting in her brain to the forefront were hushed, and she raised her voice from a plain reaction.

From her point of view, upper caste female students were nothing but natural enemies. Memories of being played with in front of the other students at the beginning of her school days come flooding back to her mind. The stubbornly ingrained hierarchical relationship naturally made her shrink back. 

On the other hand, it was Nishino who exchanged words with the two without any signs of concern.

"It's no big deal. Don't mind if I do." 

"I don't know about that. Your classmates seem to be paying attention to you." 

"You were talking about that girl you were interested in before, weren't you?" 

" Is that so? If so, I'd like you to introduce me to her." 

Gabu-chan gave an unreserved question to the Futsumen. 

She points with her gaze at Okuda-san, who has suddenly grown quiet.

" Eh ...... " 

She became thrilled and looked at Nishino through the desk. 

As the one who was staring at her, this was a bit of a turn of events to be avoided. 

Having lost the promised girlfriend candidate, the Chairwoman, recently, he had just set his sights on Okuda-san as his next target. He doesn't expect her to accept his confession at this moment, either. 

As for Rose, she inwardly applauded Gabriella's statement. 

It was a preemptive move and a move in the direction of the Futsumen's trend.

"I-I see, Nishino, are you interested in me?" 

"It's that woman's own imagination. Okuda-san doesn't have to worry about it." 

By the way, it was not a full topic for Okuda-san. 

Yesterday, she visited Class 2A because she wanted a boyfriend. The good-looking guy she was looking for was misguided, and the one who confessed to her was a male student who was aiming for a one-chance shot at the bottom of the class in terms of both face deviation score and caste on campus. She was humiliated and had to run back to her own classroom. 

On the other hand, the person she is talking to now is a Futsumen. 

At leasta a Futsumen. 

Not an ugly guy, but a Futsumen. 

And he is a man who is willing to meet her hobbies head on, even though he is on campus. 

She has been in the lower caste from the beginning of her school life and has been a recluse since she moved up to the next grade. After going on a school trip with her homeroom teacher. Because of this, her self-esteem is naturally at an all-time low. The hurdles she faces in meeting someone are also extremely low. 

Good-looking men make me happy. 

Good-looking men are great. 

But I think a Futsumen is good enough for me. 

In fact, for me, even that would be a luxury. 

My self-esteem had declined to the point where I was thinking like that. 

She wants a boyfriend for some reason, and she is interested in sex, but Nishino, whom she met in this way, seems to be her last hope. She is so sure that if she misses him, she will never be able to find her own youth again. 

That is probably why, in front of Rose and Gabriella, she still desperately asserts herself.

"Well, what the heck. And let's start as friends!" 

Okuda-san had heard some rumors about a male student named Nishino. That is why she wondered why Rose and Gabriella approached him. However, the time before morning homeroom was too short to confirm such circumstances. 

The hands of the clock moved and the pre-bell rang in the classroom. 

With each of us having our own doubts, morning homeroom came to an end.

◇ ◆ ◇

During lunch break on the same day, Okuda-san visited Class 2A. 

At the bell signaling the end of class, she got up from her seat and moved to the other side of the room. She pretended to be cool, but to the onlookers, she looked buoyant and swaying. And as she had expected, the classroom she was looking for was empty and uninhabited. 

Okuda-san's attention turned to the class schedule posted on the wall of the classroom. 

There, a subject that is in another classroom, regardless of the content of the class, has been inserted into one of the classes before the lunch break. Even if the class ended at the bell, it would take a few minutes to get back to Class 2A from the classroom to which the students had been moved.

" ........ " 

Happily, her steps took her to the Futsumen's seat. 

Then, she slipped something chip-like into the back of her bag, which was lowered next to his desk, under the bottom plate, which was hard to reach. It fit in the palm of her hand, and was a GPS tag for loss prevention, commonly sold at electronics stores. 

Meanwhile, the sound of footsteps can be heard. 

The sound of people walking in a row foretold the return of the students of Class 2A. It would be bad luck to be standing alone in another class. Having achieved her initial goal, she turns her attention to the classroom doorway to escape the scene. 

However, her fears were a little too late. 

Just as she turns on her heel, a student returns to the classroom.

"What's that? There's Okuda-san in the classroom." 

"Why is Okuda-san here? " 

"Maybe she's looking for Nishino?" 

" She's too desperate." 

"Don't tell me she stole something?"

"That's too harsh."

The first to return was a group of girls consisting of several people. 

They spotted Okuda-san in the classroom and began exchanging pleasantries. If Risa-chan's friends were the upper caste, these girls were the middle caste students who formed a thick layer below them. 

Even so, when it comes to Okuda-san, the backbiting comes out into the open. 

They would talk about her in a way that even she could hear.

"Okuda-san, aren't you getting a little carried away lately? " 

"Just because a boy confessed his love to you, you misunderstand his feelings." 

"Don't you think for a moment that you're just a little too popular?"

"I mean, it doesn't mean anything to be popular with the geeks."

The topic raised was the confession racket during the school trip. While Okuda-san and Matsuura-san had received numerous confessions, no matter with whom, the girls had not received that many. They were not amused by that fact.

"I-I'm sorry. I entered the classroom without permission........" 

Meanwhile, Okuda-san, steeped in the spirit of a loser, bowed her head and apologized even earlier in the day. 

Perhaps feeling better at this, the girls continued to exchange looks at her.

"Yes, Okuda-san. It's been a while since you have done that thing." 

" Eh ...... "

One of the girls in the group muttered something as if she suddenly remembered something. 

Around her, questions arose as to what she was talking about.

"Hey, what's that?" 

"Could it be that thing on the first day of school?" 

"Okuda-san was so excited when she introduced herself."

"What was so disturbing?" 

"Everyone, including the teacher, was shocked."

"Since then, it's been Okuda-san's topic of conversation?"

As soon as he overheard what the girls said, Okuda-san's expression became tougher. 

It seems that she knows what they are talking about. It is not hard to imagine that similar exchanges had taken place between them in the past. It is not uncommon for them to be coerced in this way once or twice.

"Okuda-san, come on, come on. Everyone wants to see it." 

"B-but...... " 

In response to Okuda-san's hesitation, one of the group of girls who presented the proposal continued. 

They must have been students in the same class as each other in the first grade.

"You don't want to do that? Then I'll put your old videos on the net!" 

" ........!"

Okuda-san's expression changed when she heard the words old videos, which were muttered in a whisper. Her cheeks quivered and her mouth twitched. It was something she did not want to make public. 

After a while, the other students returned to the classroom of Class 2A. 

In the midst of this, Okuda-san began to move as if she had given up on the idea. 

Wordlessly, she went to a seat that was nearby. 

She pulls out a chair and settles into the seat. 

She puts his face down to stare at the top of the desk. 

Isn't that where Okuda-san is sitting, Nishino's seat? There is a murmur of doubt among the students back in the classroom. The voice reached the ears of the Futsumen, who was walking down the hallway. His steps naturally quickened as his own name was brought up in the conversation. 

He peeked into the classroom through the doorway and the crowd. 

At the same time, there was a change in Okuda-san, who was sitting in his seat. 

Suddenly, he hit the desk with both hands with a bang and forcefully. 

Then, he looked up vigorously and barked loudly.

"Get down! This classroom is surrounded by enemies!" 

The expression on her face, which had been looking so absentminded, was now replaced with a sharp appeal. 

Her eyes looked around at the students of Class 2A, who were just now returning from the other classroom. 

Everyone stared at her in surprise.

"You there, you want a headshot!"

In a flurry of movement, Okuda-san got up from her seat and crouched down at one end of Nishino's desk. 

Furthermore, she boldly rolled up her skirt and took something out from under it. 

It is a model gun. 

The model gun was in a holster attached to her thigh. 

She pulled it out with a familiar hand and posed with it in one hand.

"Keep your head down and get out of the hallway. No, wait! I can feel the enemy's presence on your side. I'll handle this. Don't worry, I'm probably used to this kind of commotion."

In the quiet classroom, all of Okuda-san's lines resonated well.

Not that anyone heard her, but she speaks with a grin and a smile.

"My name is the one who announces the coming of the end. I am the one who is destined to live in darkness and die in darkness. " 

Her hard-boiled mannerisms, uttered in different tones of voice, sounded as if she had been cut out of a scene from a stage play. However, the place is a lunchtime school, and she is merely a student there. 

What followed was a barrage of shoves from a group of girls who demanded a series of deeds.

"Wait a minute, you're really going to do it?" 

"I mean, I'm just don't get it." 

"I mean, every single headshot, every single specific thing, it's just so bad."

"I can't help but get shivers down my spine when I hear it." 

"I mean, do you still carry a model gun around?" 

Okuda-san's skit stood out in the classroom more than expected. 

The upper caste students are returning here and there in the classroom. Perhaps concerned about the stares, the girls' group gave us an exchange in which they tried to treat the incident that had just occurred as a spontaneous seizure by Okuda-san. 

They blatantly backed away from her after she had acted with all her might.

" ......... "

After finishing doing that thing on the first day of admission, Okuda-san's face turned bright red and she stiffened. She seems to be aware that she did something embarrassing. She crouched down in a cool pose, model gun at the ready, and was unable to move from her spot. 

The other students began whispering to each other in response to her odd behavior.

"Okuda-san's stroke, though, I'm still not ready for it." 

"I haven't seen her for a while, so I underestimated her. "

"I think it's normal."

"I'm getting the feeling that the punchline has been offset, too." 

"You're going to make a wank tonight, aren't you?"

" No, no, I won't. " 

"But the black low rise is really erotic. " 

"I mean, at our age, this is just not right, is it?" 

"I mean, there's no way she's carrying a model gun or anything." 

"Isn't that just plain creepy?" 

"She's got this weird acting ability. You don't think she's practicing by herself?"

"Her voice is so loud, it's annoying me." 

"You're a little weird and you're a little exposed."

The fact that she was carrying around a small weapon foreshadowed the emotions that were smoldering inside of her. 

The words exchanged naturally became harsh. 

Okuda-san could hear the unreserved exchange. 

She kept her posed posture, but her body trembled with a pull from shame.

"........." 

As the Chairwoman who was there, it was an event that did not seem like any other. 

In the past, a similar item was attached to a similar location and then actually acted upon. Shimizu had repeated something similar not once, but two or three times. It was as if he had been exposed to her actions, and he felt embarrassed. 

On the other hand, Matsuura-san did not seem to be bothered in the slightest.

"The entrance to the classroom is jammed. Can you please get out of here?" 

She wanted to start eating her lunch quickly, so she raised her voice to the students who had stopped in the doorway of the classroom. Since Matsuura-san is treated as a swine in the classroom, the students quickly made way for her, fearing that they might get involved. 

Okuda-san took advantage of the situation and sat up. 

Holding the model gun in his hand, he rushed toward the classroom doorway.

" Guh, I just happened to have it. Ohhhhhhhh ! " 

Passing by a group of girls, we headed straight for the hallway. They passed by the B and C groups, and then 

Her footsteps soon faded away and were no longer audible. It was a brief moment, with no time for anyone to stop them. 

On the other hand, Takeuchi immediately took action to maintain harmony in the classroom.

" Risa, wait ... " 

But today, however, there was a student who made a move ahead of him. 

That person raised his voice a few moments earlier than the handsome man.

"Risa-chan, if you'll excuse me for a moment." 

"What is it ? Nishino-kun . " 

" I wonder if I can ask you to do something about her." 

A Futsumen just recently out of the festival would have been laughed out of the room. 

Why is Nishino-kun acting all pretentious? 

However, in recent days, he has been equipped with political power on campus that is beyond ridiculous. 

He has Rose and Gabriella on his side, and Takeuchi has recognized him as a rival. He is also in contact with Risa-chan and the Chairwoman. He is still at the bottom of the school caste, but at the same time, he has the means to approach the top.

"I'd like to make it clear that you and Chairwoman don't owe me anything." 

"I don't owe you anything. I was dumped, remember?" 

"Then, you can make it a one-time loan." 

"Well, I don't mind. I can't leave it like that."

Risa-chan, who in the past had asked Nishino to play cupid in her love life over her relationship with the Chairwoman 

In the past, Risa had asked Nishino to be her love cupid over her relationship with the Chairwoman. Although it did not produce any fruit, she had been helped by the Futsumen in various ways in the process. With this background, she nodded her head and agreed to the request.

"I'm glad to hear you say so." 

"Nishino, are you perhaps interested in Okuda-san?"

"I don't know. " 

"You're still good at irritating others, aren't you?" 

Even so, it was impossible to pretend that the irritation was not there. 

Her brow furrowed as she smiled and smiled. 

Shimizu, who had been listening in on their conversation, was not at ease. Why was Okuda-san visiting Class 2A? The wise Chairwoman correctly guessed the reason. She was definitely visiting in search of the Futsumen. 

What was Okuda-san looking for in Nishino? 

It was the Chairwoman who understood it as if it were in her hand. 

Because it was the same for her. 

She felt a sense of urgency that this might be the case. What should I do, I thought, if I leave those two alone, they might start dating next week. As Shimizu was feeling more impatient than ever before, a person suddenly appeared in his mind. 

It was at a time like this that the hated blonde Lolita would come into play. 

If she made a move, their relationship would break up without ever starting.

" ............"

After some deliberation, the Chairwoman decided to tip Rose off about what had just happened. Because she has always told me to call her if anything happens to Nishino, she said.

Although she was still tormented by the feeling, she picked up her phone from her pocket and sent out a message. 

After that, Okuda-san never returned to Class 2A, and the lunch break was over.