At the beginning of the school year, there are almost no side activities.
If it is an athletic club aiming for a national championship, it is because the general secondary activities are not run that tightly.
First of all, although I am a member of the student council, I am just an ordinary secretary, so I was on my way home quickly because the president was unable to help me with the current affairs of sister schools in Russia.
It is currently 4pm.
Ichijo Gakuen, built in Minato-ku, a relatively central area in Tokyo, with a population of over 10 million, is just a few stops from the downtown area, so the subway station in front of the school was always crowded with people.
And the town I live in is in Setagaya-ku, which is located in the outermost part, so it takes about 30 minutes by subway.
When I first entered the school, it was quite difficult to transfer due to the complicated subway lines, but now it is nothing.
It’s rush hour, so avoid the crowds like low tide and approach the ticket gate.
Beep!
After taking a picture of Suica on the IC reader, I stood in front of the platform and checked the time displayed on the electronic display.
‘Is it 10 minutes before the next train comes?’
I had more time than I thought, so I looked around looking for a place to take a break and found a vending machine.
I was about to get thirsty, so I wanted to get something to drink, so I was going there when suddenly someone pulled my collar from behind.
“there…”
The moment I looked back to see what was going on, I had no choice but to harden like a stone.
That would be-
“Are you from your class, Kim? May I ask you something?”
The reason he spoke to me with a troubled expression was because it was Rika Kishimoto, who transferred to Class 2-B today.
***
‘My name is Kishimoto Rika! I’m from Shizuoka!’
When I heard her self-introduction in the morning, I should have noticed this double line.
The fact that a girl who lived in Shizuoka and came to Tokyo for the first time in her life would not be accustomed to Tokyo’s hell season.
Tokyo’s subway lines are difficult even for locals.
Of course, looking at the tangled route map like the roots of this tree, it was natural for an outsider to ask someone for help.
That’s the country’s problem.
“How did you know my name?”
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My head was like a crucible of chaos, but I asked that question while maintaining my composure as much as possible.
Then what about Rika Kishimoto? He tilted his head and pointed at my chest.
“It’s written on the nameplate.”
oh
Realizing that it was a stupid question, I rubbed the back of my neck in embarrassment.
Either way, Kishimoto Rika’s my pace was still there.
“Anyway, can I ask you something?”
“…What?”
“I’m going home, but I don’t know the way because the subway lines are so complicated.”
As she said that, the pink smartphone she showed me had the home address and the station to get off at.
Seijō, Setagaya Ward.
Even in Tokyo, which is famous for expensive land, it is famous as a wealthy village.
It was only two stops from Chitose Funabashi Station, where our shop is located.
“If it’s here, it’s near my house, so you’ll have to take the same train as me.”
“Really? Aww! It was good to ask Kim!”
hurray! Kishimoto Rika rejoices with her cute gestures.
It was an action that would have been cringy if it had been done by someone else, but when a pretty blonde girl like Kishimoto did it, it became a real picture.
We exchanged conversations by accident, but today is our first meeting with each other.
Since there was no topic to talk about, the atmosphere immediately became gloomy, and I pounded on the vending machine to break this awkward atmosphere.
“Would you like to drink something? I’ll buy you one.”
Then Kishimoto said, “Huh? Really?” Said he did not refuse.
Rumble!
When I put money in and pressed the glowing red button, two drinks fell to the bottom.
The one I chose was cider, and the one Kishimoto chose was Coke.
As soon as she received the can of Coke, she immediately opened the lid and drank it with a hand on one side of her waist with excitement again.
“Kyaa! This is soda!”
I was intrigued by the violent reaction as if I had never had a Coke in my entire life.
I asked, standing next to him, sipping cider.
“You can’t drink Coke at home, do you?”
“Huh? No, no, it’s not like that, I deliberately didn’t eat because of self-care.”
“self care?”
“Yeah. After all, when I was in my hometown, I was a reader model for a fashion magazine.”
Saying that, Kishimoto Rina proudly put a V under her chin and showed her a photo album on her phone.
Clearly, a person who looked exactly like her was posing as a model in various clothes.
I looked at the girl in the photo and the girl in real life alternately.
They are definitely the same person in terms of features and hair, but something is different.
Could it be that the woman in the photo has an artificial beauty?
“Your makeup?”
“Woo! It’s not!”
Rina Kishimoto slaps her chest in a cute anger as if she was stabbed in the corner.
However, because of my pectoral muscles, which are hard as stones, I cried because only her hands were hurting.
I said sorry and returned the phone to her, then crumpled up the cider can I drank with one hand.
I did it, but it’s as clean as stepping on a military boot.
Seeing this, Rina Kishimoto said, “What kind of presser is your hand?!” She was startled, then gave her a can of coke that she drank and asked to show it one more time.
I completely crushed the Coke can as she asked, and then put it in the trash can next to the vending machine.
… On the surface, I thought it would be awkward because it looked so sassy, but when we actually talked, the conversation went much better than I thought.
Is it because of his bright personality?
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Maybe it’s because of Hyeja’s reaction, which makes me smile no matter what I say.
About 5 minutes after we started chatting like that, the train finally entered the platform.
When the steel door opened, people poured out from inside, and she and I were able to get on the train to Setagaya only after they had all left.
***
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Me and Rika Kishimoto, who made several transfers in the middle, parted at Chitose Funabashi Station.
Having to go two more stops than me, she waved her hand inside the train and said, “Kim-kun! Please take care of me tomorrow!”
… Will we meet again tomorrow?
With a two-much talker temperament, she chatted like a baby bird next to me all the way to the train, thanks to her, I was robbed of personal information for a short period of less than 30 minutes.
What are your parents doing, where is your house, what is your favorite food, what did you exercise to make you so big?
I think he probably didn’t talk the most during the day.
When I got out of the station, I led my weary body to the gym near my house, not my house.
No matter how tired I was, I had to take attendance stamps every day at the gym before I could feel relieved.
Yesterday I did chest and biceps exercises, so today it’s my turn to work out the lower body.
As I thought that my muscles would be torn to pieces already, I felt better and went up the stairs.
When I opened the door to the gym and went inside, people who were suspiciously serious about their muscles were sweating and overworking their bodies to the limit today.
They are born, and I am them.
Watching the machos working out hard will automatically motivate you.
‘After all, one of the clubs is a fitness club.’
I happily closed the door and headed to the dressing room.
***
Kishimoto Rika is a 17-year-old girl.
A British harp born to a cartoonist father and a first-generation cosplayer mother.
Originally, he lived in Shizuoka, but around February, his father moved his studio to Tokyo, and the whole family was forced to move to Tokyo.
Even after turning forty, her mother, who still enjoys cosplay as a hobby, liked that she could go to Comiket often, but it was not a very pleasant choice for her, who was forced to part with her hometown friends.
And on the first day of transfer, many things happened, but the first impression of the school I transferred to was not bad.
I heard that Tokyo kids are resident birds, but surprisingly, all of my classmates seemed to be kind, so I was relieved.
Of course, there was one boy who sat in the back seat and spread a heterogeneous atmosphere by himself, but unlike his appearance, he was a good student and participated well in class.
‘Kim Yooseong?’
When I asked the other children during recess, it seems that he was from a Korean-Japanese.
There seem to be ugly rumors circulating that he won a 50:1 fight with the bikers in his freshman year and that the yakuza came to scout the school himself, but she didn’t seem like a bad person to me.
As my father said, there are no bad people in the world who like boys jumping.
I wanted to talk to him as well, but I had no choice but to give up because the atmosphere in the class was all dry.
It was when I went down to the subway station to go home after school.
‘What is this… ‘
She ran into a problem she never expected.
I’ve heard that Tokyo’s subways are complicated, but I don’t think it would be this difficult.
She thought she had no choice but to ask someone about this, so while hurriedly looking around, she found something familiar on her back.
No matter how you look at it, Kim Yoo-seong, a high school student who doesn’t look like a classmate, was standing in front of the platform just like her.
Kishimoto Rika saw it as a golden opportunity.
Because I was able to talk naturally to him, who I was personally interested in at school.
By the way, I asked about the subway line.
Before she could talk to Kim Yoo-seong, she cleared her voice, loud, loud, and grabbed his collar as he walked towards the vending machine.
“there…”
Then, Kim Yoo-sung looked back with intense eyes and said.
“What’s going on?”
Kishimoto Rika realized the moment his eyes met.
This man, her ideal boy, looks like a cartoon character.
Sigh got nothing better to do or read