I flopped onto my bed, letting out a deep sigh of relief. I was really looking forward to sleep. I wasn't a natural genius, nor an artificial one. So, I'd been mulling over a solution to the problem for about a week now.
The idea struck me when I remembered how Horikita had tried to record Ryūen's conversation in Volume 5. It was a failed attempt to gather evidence about Ryūen's plan with Kushida's help during the sports festival.
"So I thought," I mused, "why not do the same?" But I knew I couldn't use anything too obvious to record our conversation, as Kushida would immediately suspect something. Then I recalled those movies where super spies hid a voice recorder inside their shirts and used it to gather evidence. Pretty incredible, right?
Now, thinking about Horikita, she had been pretty useless in all the volumes I'd read, hadn't she? Horikita always ended up being saved by Ayanokōji.
I shrugged. It was her own fault for having such a huge ego. Even after Horikita improved as a character in the second year, she still ended up being useless in most situations. But you couldn't deny she had evolved for the better.
But in the situation against Hōsen, Horikita couldn't do absolutely anything, and it was always thanks to the true mastermind, Kiyotaka Ayanokōji, that Class D managed to get out of various situations.
I rubbed my forehead as I suddenly felt a slight headache coming on. I grimaced. I really should rest. When was the last time I got at least 8 hours of sleep? I couldn't even remember anymore.
Since I arrived in this world, I've felt quite lonely. I mean, it's great to be able to meet your favorite characters from the series and chat with them, and even know that your actions can change the timeline, but...
I couldn't confide in them because they would never understand my situation. It's not like I could approach them and say, "Hey, did you know I'm from another world and was forced to come to this school by a mysterious being?" The first thing they'd think is that I'm crazy.
I wasn't particularly close to anyone in Class D either. Sure, I had friends, but close friends like the ones I had in my world? I doubt it. The worst part was that no one would understand my anime references or meme phrases because they either didn't exist here or were totally different from what I knew.
Plus, the references I knew were mostly of Spanish origin, so they wouldn't understand me either. Besides, I didn't understand any Japanese references because I wasn't used to them. In short... I'm starting to feel frustrated for not having anyone I can turn to with confidence and just hang out with.
I also feel somewhat isolated. I used to tell my frustrations to my siblings or my parents but in this place? I had no one.
The only good thing was that I could still browse memes in Spanish and even Japanese, so at least I could keep myself distracted. Not to mention, I wasn't a teenager anymore; I was mentally older than all the students at this school. And therefore, more mature, so finding someone to befriend had been difficult. And even though there was Hirata... his constant company with girls made it very problematic.
And it's worth mentioning that his body is once again that of a 15-year-old, barely going through hormonal changes, but with the mental age sufficient to take care of himself. How many, you ask? Well, I was about to turn 21, but well, now I'm 15 again.
Damn it, those moments of depression that come out of nowhere. Everyone must have had one of those at some point in life, but it's better not to dwell on useless things at times like these. I pulled out my phone to check the time.
6:38 PM.
Damn, I thought it would be later because of the "friendly conversation" I had with Kushida. I got up from bed to go to the bathroom.
When I left the bathroom after finishing, I took off my school jacket and hung it in the closet, then I took off my tie and did the same. I needed to find a place to think and relax for a while. Despite liking to be locked up in my room doing frivolities, right now I needed fresh air.
Once I made sure I didn't forget my phone and my student ID in my wallet, I left my room, fortunately not running into anyone I knew.
When I left the first-year dormitories, I could feel the cold breeze hitting my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. At least it wasn't so bad. It was worse to be in a place with air conditioning and leave the building only to be abruptly hit by overwhelming, suffocating heat.
After a few moments, I found a vending machine with drinks. First, I selected the quantity of drinks I wanted to buy, in this case, two Coca-Cola. Then, I took out my student ID before scanning it. The machine emitted a beep before releasing the drinks.
I still wasn't used to this. Private points were definitely an impressive system.
Once I bought the drinks, I went to a place where others wouldn't bother me. It was in one of the corners of the school, where I could sit on a bench while feeling the pleasant breeze from the wind and listening to the soothing sound of the ocean.
After a while, I arrived at the spot, but when I was there, I found a person sitting on a bench, gazing distractedly at the waves produced by the sea.
She was a woman, with long brown hair down to her shoulders, and she was also short. At first, I didn't recognize her and was about to leave the place so as not to bother her, but after looking at her for a few moments, I recognized her. It was Inogashira Kokoro, one of the students from Class D.
What was she doing here? I couldn't help but ask. Inogashira wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, even when I approached her, she didn't recognize me at all. It was as if she was deeply lost in her thoughts. I could also sense an aura of depression coming from her.
Had something happened to her? I tried to remember if something like this had happened in the light novel, but nothing came to mind. I didn't recall an event like this. Should I leave? or Should I approach her and ask if she's okay? That's what a person would do in this world, right? At least, ask if she's okay with appearances.
The last time I asked someone I didn't know if they were okay, they told me to buzz off. Rude, right? But that's how some people were. As I was about to leave, I briefly remembered when Inogashira had asked me about my well-being on the day of the introductions. Although she didn't know me, I could tell she was concerned.
It was quite troublesome if I was being honest with myself, but it didn't hurt to try asking, and if she didn't feel comfortable, then I could leave her to whatever was bothering her.
I approached her to touch her shoulder.
"AGH!!"
Inogashira's panicked scream took me by surprise, causing me to instinctively step back, unfortunately, I stumbled over my feet and fell on my backside.
Damn, that scared me!
Upon realizing that I had fallen, Inogashira quickly composed herself.
"Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to startle you like that," Inogashira stood up and offered me her hand while giving me a nervous glance.
"It's not your fault. It was mine anyway," I accepted her hand to help me up, and then I dusted off the dirt I had gotten from the fall. "Sorry, Inogashira, I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to ask if you were okay," I explained my reasons for approaching her.
"Eh?"
"I mean, I like to come here to clear my mind, you know? Then I found you sitting staring at the sea while lost in your thoughts, so I got a little worried because you didn't even notice me approaching you," I told her.
"I see... but it's nothing... A-although I appreciate your concern, Nakatomi-san," Inogashira said before sitting back down on the bench.
I didn't say anything for a few seconds and just looked at her with a cryptic eye. Then I shrugged, "If you say so, then I believe you. Do you mind if I accompany you? The truth is, I'm a little stressed, and I always like to listen to the ocean to relax," I said as I closed one eye and lazily smiled at her. "But if you're not comfortable with me, then I can leave if you want."
I could see that she was quite nervous about my presence. Well, at least I tried. I was about to leave when Inogashira stopped me.
"Wait... you're not a bother, Nakatomi-san. I-I'm just a little nervous. It's just that... I'm not used to being around a boy," Inogashira took a deep breath before continuing.
"You don't have to leave if you don't want to. Because... I would feel bad if you had to do that,"
"Alright. Then," I shrugged as I sat on the same bench as Inogashira, but kept some distance from her. Then I offered her a drink that I had extra of. Although I preferred to drink both Coca-Colas.
Sharing one with Inogashira might help calm her nerves. "Do you want one? I have one extra," I replied.
"T-thank you. Nakatomi-san," Inogashira timidly took the drink.
Neither of us said anything. We stayed in complete silence. It wasn't comfortable, but it wasn't uncomfortable either.
"I... was planning to apply to a club," Inogashira broke the silence.
"I'm sorry. Can you repeat that?" I said, wanting to confirm if what I heard was correct.
"I was planning to apply to a club," Inogashira repeated with more certainty.
"You were planning to? Does that mean you didn't apply?" I asked her.
"I-I... I'm not sure. I didn't have enough courage to do it," she replied, with each sentence her voice getting softer.
"Which club were you planning to apply to?"
I wondered what kind of club would interest this quiet and shy girl. It was a bit difficult for me to think of a club she could easily fit into, considering her personality. The only thing I could think of was a club involving sewing. That's why I have to admit that I was really curious about what her choice would be.
"..." Inogashira said something, but it was inaudible to me as she said it very quietly.
"I'm sorry. Can you say that again? I didn't understand."
"... T-the Drama C-club..."
A surprising choice. The Drama Club, also known as the Theatre Club, was a club for putting on plays and learning the ins and outs of theater. For the quiet Inogashira, I wouldn't have imagined it as her preferred club.
Still, I wondered why she hadn't joined. It was a week late to enroll, but considering that the Drama Club welcomed everyone with open arms. I was sure they would still allow her to join.
"The Drama Club, huh? Then why haven't you joined yet?" I asked her.
Maybe she could be somewhat shy and nervous, but considering that Kushida, Mii-chan, and Onodera were friends with Inogashira, I was sure they would encourage Inogashira to join the Drama Club. So I was a little confused about it.
Inogashira was silent for a few moments without saying anything. I was waiting calmly for her response; there was no need to rush things, it would only make her feel more uncomfortable with me.
"I... don't think I can right now," Inogashira commented. "Anyway, I... I'm not really a talkative person... and I find it hard to speak to others. A-and I can't act that well either. I'm not strong either. I don't think I'd fit in well in the Drama Club."
It seemed that due to the anxieties and insecurities Inogashira had, she hadn't been able to muster the motivation or courage to join the Drama Club. Because of her fear of messing things up, she couldn't express her feelings to others. That was why Inogashira hadn't received support from Kushida or Mii-chan.
But as two people who knew each other but barely spoke, we found ourselves in the same place to think and relax, for different reasons, and since I had been honest with her about my reason for coming to this secluded place away from others. I had unconsciously created in Inogashira's mind the ability to open up a bit and release some of her anxieties.
"I see. You don't think you're suitable for the Drama Club," I said.
Inogashira looked at me surprised. It was true that she had said she wouldn't fit in, but it was something completely different to hear someone else say it too.
"Inogashira, I don't really know the ins and outs of a theater club, but I imagine it's a place where you need to constantly communicate to see a play through to its end. You might also be asked to act or help with preparations. Certainly, acting skills or strength would be needed there. It would also be uncomfortable if you couldn't speak with others either. From what I can tell from your presentation on our first day, you would struggle."
I hammered truth after truth into Inogashira. With each sentence, she lowered her head more and more, feeling defeated and sure of her lack of suitability for the Drama Club. She was aware of her flaws, but this was probably the first time someone else had made it clear to her.
"I see. You're right. I really don't fit in the Drama Club after all, huh?"
As Inogashira thought it was too late to join, she lost the will to join the Drama Club. It had become clear to her that someone like her would have difficulties in the Drama Club.
"Yes. You really don't. But Inogashira... who said you needed to be suitable to join the Drama Club?"
"Eh?" Inogashira, who was almost on the verge of tears from the discouragement, snapped out of her stupor with my words. "W-what do you mean by that?"
"Inogashira, do you know that you don't need to be suitable to join the Drama Club? From what I remember, it was a club where you don't need any requirements to join, you know? They would accept anyone with open arms. All they ask is that you be responsible and nothing else."
"B-but, it would be useless for everyone."
"Sure, that could be the case. But that would be a concern for when you've already joined the club, right? Inogashira, you have to stop thinking about 'What if?' What if I'm useless? What if I mess up? You worry too much about what might happen, but is it really necessary for you to have worries about things that might be unnecessary for you, Inogashira? These worries you carry with you prevent you from enjoying the present... There's a saying where I come from that goes: Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. But today is a gift... that's why it's called the present."
Inogashira fell silent as she pondered my words.
"Tell me, Inogashira. Why did you choose the Drama Club?"
"I... I've liked theater since elementary school. When I went to my first play, I... I couldn't help but be amazed by the different costumes and how grand everything was. I... I wanted to do something that people would enjoy watching. I... thought maybe I could do something in the club..."
"Then why don't you join the Drama Club? What matters is whether you have the will to join or not. Nothing else matters."
"But... I can't. I don't think I dare to do it, and I can't join anyway... because it's already too late," she replied.
"Inogashira, who said it was too late to apply? Never say never. Those are just excuses from you."
"Eh?... But the time to apply has already passed. We only had until the end of April, and right now, it's May 10th."
"It's true that in some clubs, you have until the end of April, but not in all of them. I guess you didn't know about this," I said to calm her worries and give her some hope. "Inogashira, I won't tell you whether you should join or not. In the end, it's something you have to decide for yourself. But if you run away now for a reason like 'I'd be useless,' then when will you stop running? Sure, you can think about it tomorrow or the day after, but will taking the time to think about it really change your mindset?"
I challenged Inogashira's way of thinking. She already knew in her heart that she wanted to join. It's just that she was plagued with many insecurities about herself, so she couldn't muster the courage to apply, and she ended up with excuses for herself.
"That's..."
"Besides, who decides if you're useless isn't you, right? If you really are useless to them, then that's what it is, but you won't know until you take the first step. Besides that, don't you already have something to call your own?" I asked.
"Mine?" Inogashira looked at me questioningly.
I shrugged. "I thought you said your hobby was sewing. That's a skill that would be quite useful in the Drama Club."
"..."
Inogashira was speechless and contemplative after what I said. I might have been too blunt with what I said, especially for someone so shy, but I couldn't coddle her either. In the end, I told her the plain truth. If even after that, she couldn't find her own answer, then that's the end.
"You're... really amazing, Nakatomi-san. I wish I could have as much confidence as you."
"I don't think I did much. I just said what was on my mind. That's all," I shrugged as I lazily waved my hand while dismissing her praise.
"No. You really helped me, and I appreciate it... but can I join the club?"
"I thought you would know the answer to that. In the end, it's you who has the option to choose. Besides, if you still have some insecurities, I can accompany you to sign up for the Drama Club."
"Do you think they'll accept me?"
"Yes. I do not doubt that," I replied sincerely.
Even if they no longer allow students to join clubs, I would compel the students to accept Inogashira. All she had to do was buy her entry with private points. Anyway, clubs were just one more thing you could buy at this school, thanks to its school system.
"So... I'll accept your help... Nakatomi-san. Thank you very much. I appreciate it!"
"You don't have to thank me, but..." I commented before looking her directly in the eyes and giving her a sincere smile. "You're welcome, and thank you too." I raised my hand to give her a thumbs up.
"Thank you?" Inogashira asked, confused.
In my country, May 10th meant it was Mother's Day. That's why I had been quite frustrated, but at least helping Inogashira had made me forget the worries I had earlier. I could only hope that my family was doing well.
"Yes. For keeping me company. Although you don't know it, you just helped me too."
Inogashira was a little confused, but she didn't say anything, instead nodding in response. We both simultaneously opened our drinks as a comfortable silence settled around us. I couldn't remember how much time passed without us saying anything, but I think I could get used to this.
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The following day unfolded normally. I had agreed to accompany Inogashira so she could join the Drama Club. I told her we would meet after school so our classmates wouldn't ask too many questions.
It was also better to meet outside the school complex because I didn't want Inogashira to feel nervous about all the looks we would get if I approached her once classes were over.
I was the first to arrive at the agreed meeting place. I didn't wait long before Inogashira arrived, nervously looking around.
"Ah, N-Nakatomi-san," Inogashira approached me timidly.
"So, are you sure? I mean, about joining the club?" I asked.
Inogashira took a deep breath before nodding with a determined look in her eyes.
"Yes. I-I won't deny it... I... I'm still somewhat nervous about what they might say for trying to join so late, but I'll trust the words you told me, Nakatomi-san."
I smiled at her courage. This was the first step for Inogashira to grow as a character. "That's the spirit," I gave her a thumbs up. "And don't worry. I'm sure they'll accept you into the Drama Club."
I just had to convince the club captain that Inogashira was quite skilled at making costumes. I mean, if her hobby is sewing, she must be really good at it.
"I really appreciate your help, Nakatomi-san."
"Don't worry. It doesn't bother me to help you," I replied sincerely.
I'm not bothered by helping Inogashira. I don't consider myself a person who likes to help everyone like Yōsuke. I'm as selfish as any human being on this planet, but that doesn't make me a bad person.
Many people may call selfishness the worst flaw a human can have, but that's not necessarily true. Sure, selfishness can be used to seek pleasure at any cost. However, there's another kind of selfishness that seeks to fulfill one's own needs for our well-being or to be useful to others.
An example of positive selfishness can make "Selfish people safer and less likely to give up their goals." It's something I can relate to at the moment. I mean, I have a goal in my life. Would it be wrong of me to want to achieve my goal? Of course not. Many people may say to give up when things aren't going well, but what if I want to cling to the desire to fulfill it?
Many people may do morally wrong things in life to achieve what they want, but are they wrong to do so? Maybe they are, but as long as you know there are limits you can't cross. Then it's okay.
An example could be when you cheat on exams and break the school rules. This can be considered morally wrong for many people, but what if no one catches you doing these acts? Would they still be wrong? Probably. You know it's wrong to do it, but you still do it.
Anyway, I'm getting off-topic. What I wanted to say is that I don't consider myself a kind person to help every person I meet, but I'm not the kind of person to hurt someone just for my enjoyment either. The only reason I helped Inogashira is because she reminded me of someone.
Besides, it's not like it's really annoying. If someone asks me for help with something that won't negatively affect me and that's within my capacity to do, then I have no problem, unless the person is an idiot. Then I have no problem.
I sighed when we arrived at the gym. Inogashira and I had had a silent walk. Fortunately, it wasn't uncomfortable or tense. I turned to Inogashira knowing what I had to do.
"I'll ask you one more time, Inogashira. Are you ready? Remember what I told you yesterday! The only person who can decide right now is you. So... What will you do, Inogashira? Despite all your nervousness, anxiety, and fear, do you still consider yourself determined enough to go ahead with your goal?" I said seriously.
I was really curious about what she would choose. Would Inogashira go on and stand firm in wanting to join the drama club despite the possibility of being too late and getting rejected, or would Inogashira be overwhelmed by all her emotions and come up with an excuse as she had been doing for some time?
My scarlet eyes watched her attentively and seriously as I waited quietly for her response.
"I..." Inogashira stopped, feeling uncomfortable under my gaze, but after a few moments, she looked me directly in the eyes. "I can't deny that I'm quite nervous, but even knowing this... I... I'm sure, Nakatomi-san."
"Hmm," I nodded satisfactorily as I looked away from Inogashira to see the building in front of me. "Then we'd better get started. I have no idea where the Drama Club is located, but I'm sure we won't take long to find it if we ask around."
"Nakatomi-san," Inogashira caught my attention, making me glance at her from the corner of my eye. She caught my gaze, so she continued, "I... I know where the Drama Club is located, so we won't have any trouble finding it."
"I see... then you can lead the way. Please," I kindly requested. She nodded before starting to walk.
I could feel the gaze of other people nearby, but their looks didn't linger on us for long. I suppose they think we're just in the same club and decided to walk together.
It didn't take us long to reach the Drama Club. I was surprised by how big the place was. There was a large stage where plays could be practiced. There were also plenty of seats where you could sit to watch the stage.
The whole place was quite tidy and neat. Even the large fabric covering the stage was really impressive. I noticed some people standing on the stage while chatting, others were moving from place to place carrying some costumes. I also noticed other people sitting around conversing.
Still, I was curious about whether they put on plays in this place. I mean, it's not like anyone from the outside could know when the plays would be, and nobody can enter the school. Unless they have a lot of political power.
So, are all the seats for students to come in and see what the drama club members are doing? If so, what's the purpose? The only reason I can think of must be to get people interested and join the drama club.
I understand that the more members the club has, the more money they can make. If they earn more money, then they can get better equipment and costumes. If that's the case, then my concerns about Inogashira not being accepted were unnecessary.
I approached someone to ask while Inogashira timidly followed me.
"Hello. Sorry to interrupt, but can you tell me who the captain of the club is?" I asked.
"Don't worry," then he nodded his head in a direction. I looked to where he pointed, but more specifically at the blonde-haired girl. "It's the blonde-haired girl; you can't miss her. She stands out a lot around here."
"Thanks," I said.
We had to climb the stairs leading to the stage to get closer to them. Once we approached them again, we had to wait for them to finish their conversation. I didn't want to interrupt. Besides, I was sure they had noticed our presence.
When they finished talking, the blonde girl came over to us with a friendly smile.
"Hello. Do you have any business with us? Or are you looking for someone?" she asked.
"Yes. I'm Nakatomi Hiroki," I then nodded my head towards my classmate. "She's Inogashira Kokoro. We're both from class 1-D. The reason we're here is because she wants to join the Drama Club," I explained our situation quickly.
"Oh, then let me introduce myself too. I'm Mizoguchi Mao from class 2-B, and I'm currently the captain of the Drama Club," Mizoguchi introduced herself. "So, what did you need?"
I looked at Inogashira so she could speak about our reason for being here at the club. She had to step up and say she was interested in joining the drama club. I could have said it, but then she has to learn to shake off that nervousness she has. If you never get rid of nerves in high school, then it will be harder for you in college.
"A-ah, I k-know it might be a little late, but I'd still like to join the drama club. My hobby is sewing, s-so I like making costumes," Inogashira explained.
Mizoguchi was silent for a moment as she looked at Inogashira. "I see. Can I know the reason why you didn't apply earlier?"
"I..." Inogashira stopped before giving me a look.
I smiled reassuringly as I nodded for her to continue.
Inogashira took a deep breath. "I was scared," she admitted. "I'm not good at acting, and I also find it hard to speak in front of other people, but still... I'd like to join the Drama Club. I promise I'll do my best to learn from you," Inogashira bowed to our senpai.
Mizoguchi smiled at the girl's courage. "I like your sincerity and bravery, Inogashira-san. Very well, then come with me so you can formally join the drama club. You also just said you're good at making costumes, right?" Senpai asked.
"Yes. I like making costumes; it's my favorite hobby," Inogashira nodded, wearing a happy smile.
"Perfect," Mizoguchi then turned to me. "Are you here to join too, Nakatomi-kohai?" She smiled at me.
"Eh? No. I was just keeping my friend company," I replied with a nervous smile.
"I see. It's a shame, someone as handsome as you would fit in perfectly in our club," Mizoguchi said, chuckling, making me shift uncomfortably. "Well, if you change your mind, you can give me a call." She handed me her contact information.
I took the card with a puzzled expression on my face. After that, Mizoguchi walked away with a blushing Inogashira trailing behind her.
Did they just flirt with me? I still found it a bit hard to believe, but after a few seconds, I shook my head before pocketing the card.
With a sigh, I started to leave the gymnasium to head back to the dormitories.
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It had been a month and a half since the school year started. Last week, we also had swimming classes, but like the first time, I refused to swim.
Yōsuke also confronted Chabashira-sensei about the topics we had been given. Chabashira gave the same excuse that I read in the light novel. It was about them changing the topics, and she had forgotten to tell us.
While listening to my classmates' conversations, one stood out in particular.
"Kushida-san, I want to talk to you. If possible, do you want to have lunch together?" Horikita asked.
"Lunch? It's strange to be invited by Horikita-san, but sure," Kushida responded, glancing briefly at me before looking back at Horikita. "Just let me invite someone too."
"What-" Before Horikita could finish her sentence, Kushida approached me with a puppy-dog look.
"Nakatomi-kun, do you want to have lunch with us?" Kushida's smile was playful.
She's enjoying this, isn't she? I could see how all our classmates had stopped their conversations to see what was happening.
I sighed. "Is there a reason you're inviting me, Kushida?" I asked. I honestly didn't want to be dragged into unnecessary conversation with Horikita, but I suppose Kushida is planning something.
"Horikita-san invited me to lunch. Ayanokōji will probably join us too," Kushida replied, but the look in her eyes was quite strange. "So, I was wondering if you'd like to join us?"
I could feel all the boys in our class giving me death glares, especially Yamauchi and Ike. Not that I care.
Before responding, I looked at Yōsuke to tell him I wouldn't join them my look was enough for him to understand.
"Alright, Hiroki-kun. You can eat with us next time. I'm glad you can make more friends," Yōsuke replied.
Hey, what's that supposed to mean? Are you indirectly implying that I won't be able to make more friends apart from you and your fan group?
How cruel of you, Yōsuke-san.
"Fine. Then count me in," I replied to Kushida.
After saying that, I left the noisy classroom, ignoring the insults and questions Ike threw at me when Kushida walked away from me. I also noticed how Matsushita was looking at me with too much curiosity.
I don't know what Kushida and Horikita talked about, but when they came over to lead us to lunch, I could feel Horikita's glaring gaze.
I raised my hand in greeting. "Yo."
Horikita ignored me. Ayanokōji, on the other hand...
"Ah, you must be Nakatomi-kun, right?" He asked.
As I nodded in confirmation, I said, "Yes, that's me. You're Ayanokōji, right? I've heard about you," I told him.
"Really?" Ayanokōji perked up when I recognized him.
"Yeah. Although they were never things that would catch anyone's attention," I gave him an apologetic smile. "But I guess you haven't had your time to shine yet, huh?"
"I don't think I can attract much attention," Ayanokōji replied. "I don't have any outstanding talents."
"Is that so?" I gave him a playful look. Looking at Ayanokōji's apathetic expression was strange. Even his tone of voice showed no emotion. "I guess we'll have to wait to find out, won't we?"
Ayanokōji shrugged. "Maybe."
With that, the four of us started walking. Kushida took the lead and led us to the popular café Pallet. I hadn't come to this place because I didn't really want to spend too many points, but I suppose I can indulge myself occasionally.
By the way, after several failed attempts, I could finally eat with chopsticks. It was all thanks to Sensei YouTube-chan. So I didn't have to worry about making a fool of myself in front of others.
When we arrived, Horikita paid for Kushida's drink. Ayanokōji and I had to pay for ours with our private points. Before buying it, Kushida had looked at me to tell me she would pay for my drink, as she had invited me to come, but I had also declined through my gaze.
Taking the drink with a smile, Kushida sat down in a seat while Horikita and Ayanokōji sat across from Kushida. As it was the only available seat, I sat next to Kushida.
"Thanks. What did you have to talk about?" Kushida asked, taking the initiative in the conversation.
"I'm making a study group to help Sudō-kun. Can you help us again?" Horikita got straight to the point about what she wanted.
"Another study group?" I asked, pretending to look confused. "So that means your first group failed. So that means Ike was right," I replied.
Horikita gave me a look. "That's right. Along with Ayanokōji-kun, I tried to create a study group, but no matter how many times I tried, they didn't understand what I was explaining, no matter how simple it was to understand for an average student. So this time, I have a plan to teach them in a way that they can understand."
"Ah," I understood her explanation, even amidst distracted insults. "Any reason you want to help them?" I asked. "I don't want to offend, but I don't think you're the type to do things out of kindness... So why are you doing this?"
Horikita narrowed her eyes in my direction. "You're right. I'm not doing this for Sudō-kun's sake. I'm doing it on my own," she replied.
"That's right. Horikita-san, as always, acting for yourself, huh?" Kushida remarked.
"Won't you help people who aren't acting for their friends?" Horikita countered.
"I think you're free to think however you want. However, I wanted to make sure you weren't lying, so I'm glad you answered honestly. Okay, I'll help. After all, we're classmates, right? Ayanokōji-kun," Kushida responded.
"Y-yes. Please, help us."
Wait, what?
That guy just stuttered. My look of surprise didn't go unnoticed by them, but they didn't say anything about it.
"But let me ask you directly. It's not for your friends, not for points, but rather, you want me to help so that we can reach Class A, right?" Kushida asked.
"Yes," Horikita replied.
"That's incredible... isn't it impossible? Oh, I'm not trying to call you stupid. But how should I say it? Most of the class has already given up, you know?"
Well, Kushida's right. Most of the class has given up at this point, but their motivation to compete against other classes will rise once they see the results we get in the special exams.
"Is it because the difference between our class and Class A is too big?"
"Yes... honestly, I don't know if we can catch up to them. I don't even know if we can get more points next month. I feel discouraged."
Horikita slammed the table with a snap.
"I'll definitely do it."
"Ayanokōji-kun, are you also aiming for Class A?"
"Yes. He's my assistant to reach Class A," Before Ayanokōji could say anything, Horikita responded to the question Kushida asked.
I rolled my eyes. Assistant? Ayanokōji? I felt like laughing at her, but I kept my usual lazy expression.
"Hmm, okay. Let me help."
"Of course, that's why we're asking."
"Not that, I want to join you to reach Class A. Not just the study group, I want to help with everything you'll do from now on."
"Eh? But..."
"Then, you don't want my help?" Kushida looked at Horikita with wide eyes.
"Fine. I'll formally ask for your help again if this study group goes well. That was her response."
Although Kushida probably had something in mind, Horikita decided to let it slide for some reason and let me join. After receiving an affirmative answer from the usually stubborn Horikita, Kushida stood up excitedly.
"Really!? Hurray!"
I'm not sure if Kushida was genuinely smiling, but I didn't dwell on it and accepted the fact without questioning it.
"Greetings again, Horikita-san! Ayanokōji-kun!"
Kushida extended both arms towards Horikita and Ayanokōji. They were confused for a moment before accepting Kushida's gesture by shaking hands.
"Sorry to interrupt the bonding of your cooperation to reach Class A, but what does this have to do with me?" I interrupted because I felt lost in my current situation. "I don't see the point of being here," I said sincerely.
"I hadn't planned for you to be here in the first place, but Kushida told me you were pretty good at math. How true is that?" Horikita asked me.
"I—" Before I could say anything, I was interrupted.
"It's true. When Nakatomi-kun joined our study group, we could all understand him easily. Even Okitani-kun could understand him," Kushida replied for me.
"I see. We can certainly use your teaching skills in the current situation we're in," Horikita commented.
"Wait, I haven't agreed to anything," I told them. "I admit I'm good at math, but I never agreed to teach anyone."
"You say you're good at math, but you're backing out now. Don't you want to reach Class A?" Horikita challenged me.
"Admit you're academically smart from the grades you've achieved in the exams, I can tell, but just because you say you'll reach Class A, doesn't mean you will," I told her. "The difference in points we have in our class compared to others is too wide, you know? It's impossible to reach Class A."
"As I said before, I will definitely reach Class A. With my skills, I'm sure our class will advance," Horikita replied without hesitation.
"Confident, aren't you?" I asked with a mocking smile. "Words are just that. Actions better demonstrate the claims one makes, you know? Even if I help you teach Sudō and the others here, it doesn't mean we'll reach Class A."
"Nakatomi-kun. Wouldn't it be better if we all cooperated at this time? Cohesion in our class is something we need to achieve, right?" Kushida interrupted and looked directly at me with those puppy-dog eyes, but I remained unmoved by it.
"Sorry, but I have nothing to gain from this. If Horikita is confident enough to reach Class A, then I don't see the need for me in this situation. Technically, you're teaching three people, right? However, there are four of us at this table, so there's one extra person."
"But if we add Okitani, there would be four people," Kushida commented.
"Very well, Kushida-san," Horikita interrupted her. "Actions indeed speak louder than words, but words have their own value too, right? If you're not convinced, then let's make a bet," Horikita offered.
"Oh," my curiosity piqued, urging her to continue with what she was telling me.
"You say you're good at math, but you can't just claim it with words... So why not prove that you're capable of it? The rules are simple. We'll each do one exercise. It can be from any topic, and the first to solve it correctly wins."
Horikita's bet was straightforward and easy to understand. Basically, Horikita would do one exercise, and I would do another, forming two exercises to solve. The first person to solve both exercises correctly would win the bet.
That means, even if I finish first but get the answers wrong, and Horikita finishes second but has both answers correct, she would win.
"Very well. I accept, but if I win, I want a favor from you," I stated my condition.
"Agreed, but if I win, I'll also get a favor from you, and you'll help us in the study group," Horikita affirmed, extending her hand for a handshake.
"Are you sure about this, Horikita?" Ayanokōji, who had been silent, asked.
"Yes," Horikita said, causing Ayanokōji to sigh.
She was quite confident to make two conditions. Not that I cared. I wasn't going to lose to her anyway.
"Deal," I said as I took her hand and shook it.
Horikita took out a sheet of bong paper from her bag and handed it to me. I took it and laid it on the table for support. Horikita also gave me a pencil and told me I had to return it once we were done.
"Very well, then Ayanokōji and I will be the judges," Kushida commented, giving us a curious look to see who would win the bet.
I even noticed Ayanokōji watching us closely.
"Meh."
"I have no problem with that."
We both responded simultaneously.
Once Horikita finished her exercise, she handed me a page. When I finished mine, I also handed her a page (both pages contain the unsolved math problem).
When I looked at the math problem Horikita had done, I recognized the topic easily, as it was something I had learned a while ago. Despite the time that had passed, I still remembered it easily.
"Alright, let's begin," Kushida cheered cheerfully.
A Cheshire cat grin crossed my face. I was definitely going to show Horikita who was superior in math.
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The equation made by Horikita was: Solve the following equation 2x^2 – 7x + 3 = 0.
The equation made by Nakatomi was: A product is composed of four parts. The probability that the first one is defective is 2 out of 1,000, that the second one is defective is 4%, that the third one is defective is 7%, and that the fourth one is defective is 1%. Calculate the probability that the product has at least one defective part.
The difference between the two math problems was too obvious. The topic Horikita used for this exercise was taken from quadratic equations. This meant she made a second-degree equation.
The equation Horikita made wasn't something just anyone could do. If you didn't know about these mathematical topics, you likely couldn't solve this type of math problem.
So, that must be the confidence Horikita had before. She has been studying topics from higher years after the mock exam. Horikita realized that in this school, you need more knowledge, because it's very likely they'll give us equations that are beyond our academic level, but Horikita...
You're underestimating me.
From your surprised expression when you saw my math problem, you probably realized it. It was your mistake to assume I could only solve math problems that have been taught throughout my school journey. You probably thought I wasn't a very active student in my academic studies given my appearance, so you thought there was no need for me to learn things beyond the academic level.
Maybe you have some right deductions.
But...
.
.
.
You could never have predicted that my academic level in mathematics is above the university level.
I don't blame you for that, you don't know it, and you probably will never know how I acquired this knowledge in my life. Because the logic of reality will prevent it.
Don't judge a book by its cover next time, Horikita. Also, you must remember that its content comes with many hidden messages that you couldn't see at first glance. For that reason, you must view your world from different perspectives to understand it better.
Tell me, Horikita, what will you do with a university-level math problem in probability? I'm very curious to know if you're capable of solving the math problem or not.
First, I would have to solve the equation made by Horikita. I could start with my math problem to leave only Horikita's equation, but if I finish Horikita's equation first, then there would be no need to worry about the missing math exercise.
So, to solve the equation 2x^2– 7x + 3 = 0.
I need to use the general formula for second-degree equations: X=(-b±√(b^2-4ac))/2a.
When solving a second-degree equation, three possible results can occur.
1- There are two values for the variable x that can satisfy the equation. 2- There is a unique solution. 3- The solution does not belong to the set of real numbers.
With that knowledge in my head, I began to solve the equation. First, I had to identify the values of a, b, and c, which are easily identifiable. a= 2, b= -7, and c= 3.
Then I just substituted the values into the general formula, and now only solving the problem remained. I didn't take too long to finish the math equation. The solution to the problem was:
X1=3 and X2= 1/2. Therefore, the result is one of the equations. Was fulfilled.
When I finished solving Horikita's math equation, quickly moving on to the one I had made didn't take me much time.
The probability for a product to have at least one defective part is: 0.014. In other words, 14 out of every 1,000 pieces.
"I'm done," I said aloud, placing the pencil on the table.
"Really? That was quite fast!" Kushida exclaimed with surprise.
Horikita frowned as she looked in my direction. She finished a few minutes after I had finished. After Kushida and Ayanokōji saw our results, they both began searching for the exercises online. After a few minutes of searching, they announced the results.
"Both of Nakatomi-kun's exercises were solved correctly. Horikita could only solve one correctly, and it took you too long with Nakatomi-kun's problem," Kushida replied.
"I'm sorry, Horikita, but you just lost," Ayanokōji said.
"Tch... I guess it can't be helped. I have to admit you're better than me at this subject," Horikita sighed.
"Then you owe me a favor, Horikita," I reminded her. "Well, it was fun being with you guys, and I appreciate the invitation, but..." I looked over to where Ike, Yamauchi, and Sudō were waiting to join us. They all glanced towards where I was looking, and I didn't have to say another word for them to understand what I was trying to convey.
With that, I got up to leave, but before I could make it out of Café Pallet, Kushida stopped me.
"Are you sure you won't join the study group, Nakatomi-kun? We would really appreciate it if you could help us," Kushida asked.
"As much as I'd like to help you, I don't think Ike, Yamauchi, and Sudō would appreciate it," I said in a low voice so our conversation wouldn't be overheard by anyone. "You have to remember that most guys don't like Hirata. You know very well the reason. I don't think those three idiots would appreciate someone like me, who's surrounded by girls due to Hirata's popularity, being the one to teach them."
"I can convince them to join. They won't object once they know that your way of teaching can be understood better than anyone else in our class who knows," Kushida insisted.
I shook my head. "You'll have a better chance of them agreeing if I don't join their study group. Besides, even without my help, I think Ike, Yamauchi, and Sudō can pass. There are still 2 weeks left for them to learn."
Kushida didn't say anything, but she was feigning a sad expression. I guess there are priorities when there are people around you. With that, I left Café Pallet without looking back.
Since I didn't have anything to do, I went straight to the classroom. Since there was quite some time before classes started, I put on the headphones I bought while playing some music. Then I settled into a comfortable position in my seat to rest for a while.
I never noticed when I entered the realm of dreams.
----------------------------"____ Stay down!"
"Don't leave me!"
"I'm not ***** to l**ve ____ alone, ____. Stay d***sta*** okay! And don't ___ out!"
My eyes snapped open abruptly as I heard the bell signaling the end of the lunch hour. Suddenly, my stomach churned, and I felt a nauseating urge to vomit my lunch.
"Nakatomi-kun?" A nearby voice called out to me with concern. It was Matsushita.
I felt a liquid rising in my throat. My body demanded that I vomit the contents stored in my stomach, but I forced it back at the last moment, swallowing with a clear disgust on my face.
I couldn't respond to the new voice calling me. I could feel my hands trembling, so I clenched them into fists. I squeezed my eyes shut against the burning sensation and took several deep breaths to try to stabilize my breathing.
What just happened?
What were those distorted images? Who was that person? I had no idea, but it didn't matter to dwell too much on it; it would only give me a headache. All I could think right now was that it was just a dream.
One that felt all too real and personal.
I tried to recall if I had a similar memory of what I just dreamt, but I couldn't remember any such event in my life. Once I had calmed down again, I opened my eyes. I could feel the worried looks from Matsushita, Yōsuke, and surprisingly, even Karuizawa.
Damn, I wanted to tell them I was fine to alleviate their concern, but my throat felt too dry. I tried to generate saliva with my salivary glands, but unfortunately, I couldn't produce any, and worse yet, I could still taste the disgusting vomit flavor on my tongue.
At least they didn't interrogate me about my sudden condition because the teacher was giving class. So that was at least one good thing. Another good thing was that everyone else in front was focused on the class. Those behind me weren't a concern since they couldn't see me completely.
Anyway, I stopped thinking about it. No matter how much I pondered what had just happened to me, I could never conclude because I didn't have many clues about what had happened. All I could do was theorize or hypothesize.
The rest of the day passed too slowly for my liking. Once classes were over, I wasted no time in leaving the school grounds before heading to the dormitories. No one stopped me, which was good because I didn't feel like talking to anyone.
I didn't even know what had happened, so I wouldn't know how to respond to something I did not know why it happened. Anyway, it didn't take me long to reach my room before opening the door with my access card, then quickly removing my shoes before closing the door to my room.
When I entered my room, I took off my jacket and tie before hanging them up. Then I headed straight to the bathroom and turned on the faucet at the sink. I cupped my hands to collect the water. The water was quite warm. Then I took the water and rinsed out my mouth before spitting it out.
I repeated this process twice to get rid of the bad taste in my mouth. Then I grabbed my toothbrush and put toothpaste on it before brushing my teeth. After I finished brushing my teeth, I undressed to take a quick shower.
When I was done, I put on casual clothes just in case I felt like buying something later. I left my bathroom before walking to the table to grab the remote for the air conditioner and then turned it on.
After that, I lay down on the bed before taking out my phone and starting to play Mario Paper: The Thousand-Year Door again. Let's see if I can finish the tournament taking place in this floating city.
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It was 7:35 PM before a notification popped up on my phone.
Contact: Kikyō Kushida
[I'll be heading to your room right now] Kikyō Kushida.
[Are you sure? It's not that it bothers me. But remember, if someone sees you, it could lead to a misunderstanding. Besides, it's almost time when girls aren't allowed in the boys' rooms anymore]
[Since when do you care what others think?] Kikyō Kushida.
She wasn't wrong, but I wasn't asking about my reputation, but hers.
[I won't let anyone catch me] Kikyō Kushida.
I shrugged before starting to type a reply.
[If you say so]
As I waited for another response from Kushida, I heard the doorbell ring. The bed was too comfortable to want to get up, but with more willpower than I've ever had in my life, I forced my body to get up from the bed before placing my feet on the floor.
I reached the door before opening it.
"Kushida, come in," I stepped aside so she could take off her shoes to enter. "You can use the bed if you want. I'll sit on the-"
Before I could finish my sentence, Kushida crashed into me, resting her head against my chest. That action took me by surprise and confused me even more.
"Kushida?" I asked cautiously.
"Sorry. I just feel like shit right now after today. It was really exhausting..." Kushida explained.
"I see."
I could understand what Kushida was feeling right now. There are just those days that are absolute shit, and you just want to rest or vent.
We stayed in the same position for a while without saying anything as we both enjoyed it. The only thing we could hear was the sound of crickets.
"You look really worn out."
I broke the silence as I pulled away from her to close the door. I didn't want anyone to find out that Kushida was in my room.
"Yeah..." Kushida replied as she sat on my bed. "Sit beside me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. So hurry up."
Without saying anything more, I complied with her request and sat next to her on the bed.
"It's so frustrating and annoying, Nakatomi-kun..." Kushida began. "After you left Café Pallet, when we were trying to get those three idiots to join the study group that bitch Horikita-san created."
Kushida's face was flushed with anger as she recounted the story. It was right after I had left Café Pallet.
"The only reason they agreed to join the study group was because that bastard Ayanokōji-kun offered a date with me to whoever got the best grade. They're so disgusting! They're really so disgusting! Always trying to ogle me, always trying to get close to me-!" Kushida cursed vehemently.
"Ike and Yamauchi are so damn obvious about what they want. They should just drop dead! I hate that damn delinquent Sudō, that damn ape loses control every time he gets offended. The worst of all is that brainless jock!" Kushida clenched her fists as she vented.
I didn't say anything to stop her, but I raised my hands so she could hit my palms. Letting Kushida vent was much better than keeping it all inside. She understood and didn't hold back with the blows she delivered.
Dull thud.
"I don't want to go on a damn date with those disgusting beasts who should be dead! All because of that gloomy, simple bastard! Damn it!"
Dull thud.
"That damn bitch Horikita should die! She only invites me to lunch when it suits her! I hate her!"
Dull thud.
"I hate her, hate her! I tried to get close to her friend for a month! A damn month! But the damn bitch ignored me and rejected me constantly, but because the bitch can't find another way to get the three idiots who should also die. To join her group, then she invites me to lunch. Does she think I'm stupid? She thinks she can use my help when it suits her! And I can't say anything about it because I'm not sure if the bitch knows about me!"
"Damn, miss."
Anyway, even though Kushida was hitting quite hard, I didn't wince in pain. It didn't really hurt, but it stung, my nerves still sending signals to my brain from the sudden touch.
Kushida kept pouring out everything she had been holding back for the past few days. Her hidden thoughts about others, her mocking of others for how they acted, the other disgusting guys Kushida wished didn't exist or would suddenly drop dead, the bitches she thought were cute when they weren't, and all the curses and blasphemies accompanied by some secrets. I listened to it all without interrupting at any moment, all while she beat me with blind fury on the palms of my hands.
With all the curses and blasphemies Kushida threw, it gave me the damn feeling I was summoning the damn Chucky. Although it was also a bit funny all the insults she made towards others. But I didn't show it on my face.
After Kushida finished, she slightly gasped for air, lowering her head to rest on my shoulder.
I wanted to scratch my palms because of the itching caused by the blows, but I dismissed it.
"Just for this moment, let me lean on you, but don't get any wrong ideas, Nakatomi-kun. You should be grateful to see me like this. That's what boys like to see, right?" Kushida remarked.
I shrugged. "To be honest, Kushida, I have no damn idea. Like I told you, I grew up in a different environment from others, remember?" I replied with a lie.
"An orphan, huh?" Kushida gasped for air.
"Yeah. So I didn't make many friends really. Anyway, back then I didn't give a damn what people said about me. So why stop now?" I said. "That's why I don't hang out with the other guys. Most of them are damn idiots, and the worst part is they're disgusting perverts who only think with the little shit they have down there," I shook my head with amusement.
Suddenly I heard laughter. At first, I thought it came from outside or that someone had played a sound from their phone, but after listening carefully, I realized it was coming from Kushida.
No way! I didn't even tell a joke, I thought incredulously.
After a few moments, Kushida stopped laughing. Then she created some space between us.
"I've never heard you speak like that, Nakatomi-kun... Pfff... That's why I'm a bit surprised, you know? You're always polite with most people. So, this is something new," Kushida said.
"I guess you can always learn something new in life," I shrugged without paying much attention. "Anyway, you feel better, right?"
"I certainly feel much lighter. It's better when someone listens to you, and you don't have to worry about the consequences," Kushida looked at my palms, which had taken on a reddish tone. "It's also much better when you have something to hit, and it doesn't complain or even flinch with every blow."
"Don't worry about it. You didn't really cause any serious harm... Although I admit it's a bit itchy," I said sincerely as I ran my nails over the palms of my hands to scratch the skin without hurting myself.
Kushida stood up to head towards the only door that could be used to exit the room. As Kushida put on her shoes again, she turned to look at me.
"It's getting late, so I'd better go now," she replied. "By the way, don't expect this to be the only time I come into your room. Just the thought of dealing with those damn perverts makes me want to pull my hair out. So I hope you're ready for next time."
Without another word to say, Kushida left my room. Once silence took over the room, I sighed before lying back down on my bed.
"Damn it! What the hell does Kushida eat to hit so damn hard?" I exclaimed softly as I began to scratch my palms again.
I guess I should find something else for her to hit. Otherwise, she's going to get used to hitting my palms like I'm a punching bag.