after school.
Instead of going home, I waited for Ayabe-senpai in the classroom.
At first, I thought it would be right for me, a junior, to visit, but then I decided to just stay calm because I was afraid that the road would cross.
But after 10 or 20 minutes, she didn’t show up.
‘Maybe he didn’t run away again.’
If that’s the case, I’ll go directly to the 3rd grade classroom tomorrow.
Druck!
However, perhaps this concern was a nuisance, fortunately, the senior showed up even late.
“Mi, I’m sorry. Did you wait long?”
Anyone who sees it has a very tense face.
I got up straight away and greeted her to let her know that there was no danger.
“No, I didn’t wait long.”
“Uh… huh?”
“Come in and sit down.”
“then….”
An awkward atmosphere in the classroom.
I’ve been stalked over the past few days, but this was my first time actually having a conversation, so I had no choice but to do it.
‘Why did this person follow me?’
Ayabe-senpai in the 3rd year exudes the atmosphere of being a high school girl these days.
Her permed black hair and her eyebrows raised up like a cat.
A stylishly worn cardigan over a school uniform is truly fashionable.
In a different sense from Rika, he was a person like an insider, but he seemed like a perfect superhuman because he had good grades.
I looked at her with my observing eyes, and she stared at me.
Before long, it was Ayabe-senpai who spoke first.
“The original plate is not as bad as I thought.”
“Yes?”
“No, just like the usual rumors, if you just listen to it, it feels like you’re like a goblin of three meats.”
“……”
It was a statement full of prejudice.
“So, why have you been following me the last few days?”
“Ah, that’s it.”
Perhaps Ayabe-senpai was embarrassed to answer, rubbing his hair with his fingers and avoiding his gaze.
“Actually, I’m the last to publish a school newspaper at this festival.”
“By the way?”
“It’s the last cultural festival of the third year of high school, so I want to get more attention than ever before.”
“You want to be noticed?”
What the hell does that have to do with me?
However, perhaps the words were not over, Ayabe-senpai added an afterthought.
“So, by the way, would you mind doing an exclusive interview with me?”
“…a private interview?”
“I don’t think it’s a bad suggestion for you either. I’ll give you a chance to personally explain the rumors about you in the academy. Openly.”
“that….”
The story wasn’t as bad as I thought.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s a love-comedy worldview, but it’s because strange rumors around me just popped up just by breathing.
Of course, there were rumors based on facts, but these were only a few, and most of them were misunderstandings and lies.
“I’m honestly sorry that I’ve been following you for the past few days. Rumors don’t happen without any ground at all, so I watched from a distance just in case.
I waved my hand at my senior’s candid apology.
“I wish I had apologized. I didn’t really do any harm.”
“Thank you for forgiving me.”
“More than that, what specifically do you do with an interview?”
“You can think of it as just a 1:1 QNA in a cafe or something. If I do, I plan to invest all my power in the newspaper department and do an interview.”
“okay.”
After listening to her explanation, I roughly understood it as an interview in a magazine or newspaper.
I’ve never actually done it, but I’ve seen it often on TV.
Ayabe-senpai asked with an anxious face.
“So you’re thinking of interviewing… are you?”
I nodded without hesitation.
“I think it would be more damaging to not do it.”
It’s good because she gets articles, and I like the opportunity to explain the strange rumors circulating around the academy.
It was truly one-of-a-kind.
“Oh yea!”
And when he heard my answer, Ayabe-senpai was delighted and kicked off his seat and stood up.
Then, as if he remembered it too late, he held out his right hand and said.
“I’ll introduce you again. Nanaya Ayabe, a third year student. I’m the head of the newspaper department.”
“This is Kim Yoo-seong, a sophomore. I am working as a secretary in the student council. Please take care of me.”
I shook hands with her.
“You have big hands.”
After shaking hands, Ayabe-senpai said so and smiled warmly.
“I hear that a lot.”
I didn’t know it when I was scared and withdrawn, but seeing her smile, she’s pretty.
“Then will you give me your e-mail? I’ll set a detailed schedule within the near future and let you know.”
“Wait.”
I pulled out my phone and exchanged emails with her.
“Okay, that’s it.”
After fiddling for a while, Ayabe-senpai, who nodded and handed me his cell phone, asked with a grin.
“By the way, there were almost only female numbers in the address book? Wasn’t it a rumor that there were a lot of girls around?”
“Yeah? What is that… I mean, did you see the address book?”
“A- I didn’t do that on purpose. I accidentally clicked it.”
Saying that, Ayabe-senpai shivering with sensuality.
I realized that the person in front of me wasn’t as easy-going as I thought.
After finishing the negotiations on the spot, we left the classroom and said goodbye in front of the school gate.
“I hope it will be a good interview for each other.”
“Yes. I wish I did.”
Ayabe-senpai said, “Well then. I’ll contact you.” After that, he went home first.
Left alone in front of the school gate, I glanced around the school and headed to the subway station.
***
next day.
“Eh! Ryu-chan is having an interview with the school newspaper on the weekend?!”
While we were eating together, Rika heard what happened yesterday and pushed her upper body in surprise.
“How did it happen?”
Rika’s chest, which was highlighted by that, was quite burdensome, so I turned my gaze to the side, which was constantly trying to go down.
“Isn’t that school newspaper, a strange chirashi?”
“Ah, no matter what, I’ll keep the good, unless I’m afraid of the aftermath later.”
Sasha and Karen exchanged opinions as they talked.
“So what specifically are you asking?”
In response to Satoru’s question, who was present at lunch today, I showed him the transcript of the messenger’s conversation.
It was a rough selection of about thirty expected questions, but it was written to ask you to cut it yourself if there were any difficulties.
And when Satoru read the questions on the list, he exclaimed.
“Wow, it seems like you’re going to ask a lot of rumors about you.”
I nodded and put the rice ball into my mouth.
“It’s rather good. I can explain properly this time.”
“To be honest, I’m a little puzzled. No matter how much you keep your mouth shut, even if you have a scary face and muscles all over your body, you’ve never done anything bad in general.
“At that time, I wasn’t in this much trouble.”
“That’s…that’s right.”
All kinds of ugly rumors about me started to circulate from the second semester of my freshman year, when I gained muscle rapidly.
The position I had built up as a senior student didn’t really help me.
In other words, you gain muscle and lose people.
But I have no regrets about my choice.
“Anyway, you have to prepare well and go. I don’t want to leave behind a black history by giving a strange answer for nothing.”
“Yeah, stay strong.”
Satoru, who was nodding his head and was about to inhale the pork cutlet bowl, asked me as if he remembered it too late.
“By the way, it’s a school trip soon. Who are you dating?”
“Me? I haven’t thought of anything yet.”
“It would be better to decide in advance. If you go on the same day, it may be difficult to find people.”
“Who are you planning to hang out with?”
“Well, I’m a popular person. There are many places to come.”
“Mixed… it’s impossible because of the dormitory. We always share the same room.”
“Speak of course.”
I said scratching my cheek.
“I think it’s only you and Ryuji.”
“…you really don’t have friends.”
“ね.”
It was truly a bone-chilling statement, but I couldn’t refute it.
I wrote down (same-s*x) friends.
It’s because most of the boys greet me with respect when they meet me.
How would you be friends in such a situation?
The foragers we meet at the gym have a common interest in muscle, but we don’t have that at school.
“Well, okay. I’ll tell Ryuji, so you don’t have to worry about anything. What’s a good friend?”
“Satoru…!”
“What, why are you looking at me like that? I’m afraid, so won’t you do it?”
“Thank you…!”
I said that and expressed my sincere thanks.
To be honest, there is no other guy who treats me like this guy without discrimination.
And Satoru, who received a thank-you note, avoided his gaze as if he was embarrassed, then forcibly shoved a rice ball into my mouth.
“Eight! Eat quietly!”
And Karen, who was listening to our conversation next to him, said with envy.
“I want to team up with Rika too.”
“But you’re half different from us.”
“ね!”
At Sasha’s very realistic remark, Karen clutched her chest with a painful expression.
Obviously, I didn’t know anything else, but it was because I couldn’t do anything about the fact that the class was different.
Anyway, realizing once again that many events such as school trips, cultural festivals, and sports competitions are waiting for me in the second semester, I decided to start with this weekend’s interview.