Bizarre Love Triangle - Zetro Translation

Situation : waiting for the opening ceremony

Character pattern 1 : loose lipped classmate

[Oh, we are again in the same class as yano this year too!?]

[What’s it, Sudou? Aren’t you glad to be with a handsome guy again?]

[Yes yes, Don’t say that, aren’t you also happy to be with me?]

[…….Ah.Actually, even now just being with Sudou…….make my chest painful]

[Haa~ after all, being too cute is a crime.I have made another young man unhappy again.]

[Oh, that’s why you should give me juice as compensation, right?]

[No way, you can only heal your emotional scars yourself.]

Situation : Hallway to the classroom.

Character pattern 2 : A well behaved student

[Wow~ that look heavy Sensei]

[Yes, it is.There is a lot to distribute at the beginning of the school year after all……]

[Then I will carry that one.]

[Are you sure? It’s quite heavy, you know?]

[Yeah. I’ll take it. …… Oh, it’s really heavy. By the way, is it ok to hand these out as soon as I get to class?]

[Yes, it’s alright.You really helped me there.Thank you]

[It’s ok.In exchange, please be lenient on this year too]

[It’s not good, I will make it fair.]

[Eh-, that’s harsh]

Situation : In a classroom full of classmates

Character situation 3 : An easy to talk guy who is in the same class for the first time

[…..Yano, isn’t it? You resemble that entertainer, Kashiwada from the Munchkins.]

[What? No, no, no! I don’t look like him!]

[Amazing naturalistic side and face. Wow, you look exactly alike!]

[I’m not naturalistic, we don’t look alike at all!!

[But you really look so. I will call you Kashiwada from now on.]

[That’s why stop it! Are you really going to keep it?]

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By the time homeroom was over, I had finished playing all the characters I had on my hand.

[ So that’s it for today.]

Chiyoda-sensei, who had been my homeroom teacher since the first year, ended the first day of the first semester of the second year.

[Tomorrow we will start our regular classes, so please be careful not to forget anything.Then, goodbye.]

Goodbye, classmates greeted in a chorus.

I let out a thin breath like an octopus thread, blending in with the rattling of chairs and desks.

——I’m really getting sick of it.

Reading the air, infer what you’re expected to do, and create a character to match.

Why am I even pretending to do something I am not like this?

When I started thinking about it, my thoughts quickly stuck as if it’s hole.

In the first place…….[character], what the hell is this?

Even though I am a living person, why do I play it in my everyday’s life?

I Looked through the window which already had my fingerprints stuck, and gazes at the cherry trees around the main gate that were in full bloom.

The classroom is filled with a floating buzz, and there is an unidentified cheer coming from the class next door.

Somehow all of this seems to be made up.

The cherry blossoms bloom on the first day of school.

High School students that are in high spirits after school.

Perhaps also at least one group who shout in a loud voice.

Isn’t that how everyone creates Their character?

[Eh, you are worrying too much, aren’t you?]

Someone’s words reached my ears through the buzz.

That’s right, I might be thinking too much.

To some extent, we can’t help but exaggerate or suppress ourselves in order to facilitate communication and make conversation more enjoyable.

However, if it goes too far, it becomes a lie to yourself and It becomes a deception to the other person.

And I know very well that this deception can also sometimes hurt someone.

If that’s the case, then I want to be unshakeable in every situation.

I wanted to be the one who never pretended to be someone else, [only himself].

[Hey, Minase-san, do you want to go out for tea with us afterwards?]

At the sound of this voice, I was in front of three years myself.

I looked at the seat of attendance number 37, Minase-san.

[Recently a store opened here, their waffles are very delicious with blueberry sauce on them.]

[Since we’re here, how about a little welcoming party?]

[I’m sorry.]

Minase-san shook her head without smiling affectionately.

[I’m not in the mood for that right now, and I still have some paperwork to complete for my transfer to a new school.]

Minase-san replied to her classmate’s invitation without hesitation.

She has been like that whole day.

She didn’t force herself to smile or raise her voice.

She only exposes her emotions a bit only when it’s really necessary.

[Loner], definitely not something created.

She was the only thing that supported my heart in a classroom full of fake people.

[…………Oh, it’s regrettable.]

[Then, see you again next time.]

The girls who were at loss of words due to cold reply quickly fixes Their expression and left the classroom with smiles on Their faces.

Perhaps She might be treated as [a difficult child] between those two.

She is just a clumsy girl perhaps, I thought.

It might not be that she always coldly deals like that, maybe she hasn’t yet adapted to the class atmosphere.

But I thought it was okay.

Nevertheless, I want to gaze at those deep jet black eyes forever, I thought.

I want to touch her graceful silky black hair, her peach-like cheeks.

As I was thinking about those things, Minase-san stood from her chair and exited the classroom.Her bag was left on the desk.As she said, she might still be going through the procedures for transferring schools.

Then, I should go home too.It seems that both Sudo and Shouji are going home today without stopping anywhere………..

As I stood up from my seat, thinking,

[That’s right]

It suddenly occurred to me.

It’s the first day of the new school year.

[Let’s go to the club room.]

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After spending some time in the clubroom.

As I started to head for the gate to go home, I realized that I had forgotten something.

It was the time table printout that had just been handed in today.

Maybe if I called Sudo, he would send me a copy of it, but it would be boring to owe him for something like that.

It’s a pain but I guess I will recover from the classroom and then go home.

I walked down half a flight of stairs and came to a corridor.

Somewhere, long tones of trombones and tubas were practicing.

The not so sincere percussionist was playing a tune from “Three Minute Cooking” on his glockenspiel. A Kewpie doll dances in my head.

There I suddenly realised it’s already been a while since 12’o o’clock.I am getting hungry.

As I entered the north school building, I thought about what I would have for lunch today.

I was sure there would be some shimmered righteye flounder left over from last night, so that would be the main course.Speaking of that, my mother had made the potato salad in the morning.It Should be in the fridge too.

Later all I needed to do was have instant miso soup, some frozen rice to cook, and pickled plums that my grandma had sent me, and It will be perfect.

Actually, I’d really like to eat pasta or something, but since my working parents prepared it for me, so I should be grateful.

While I was thinking about the Yano family’s household situation, I arrived at the classroom.

And as I put my hand on the peeling paint door,

[But it’s crazy, right?]

I noticed the slight voice from inside.

[Ah…..I think a little….]

Thin wavering voice, probably one girl.

Possibly seems to be talking to herself.

I couldn’t really understand whose voice it was, separated by the sliding door.

But……. I’m sure it’s one of the quiet ones, Kashiwagi-san, Kiryu-san, or Nitta-san.

[Isn’t? If it’s so then……… that’s right.]