Chastity Reversed: Part-Time Life by the All-Girls High School

“…Sato-kun!”

“…”

Why was that idol following me here?

Not to brag or anything, but just talking to me would probably tank your “pure and elegant” image points, you know?

Anyway, I was just about to head to the restroom.

…In this world, there were no urinals. The first time I discovered that, I panicked so hard I thought I was done for. Even now, if I was half-asleep and wandered in, I would freak out for real. I must come off as a suspicious person or something. A tragic slut, that’s me.

And stop applying makeup in the restroom!!! (This was my soul screaming.)

“Hey, hey! Don’t ignore me!”

“What is it?”

“Why are you talking so formally!?”

“Well, you seem like you’ve experienced life a hundred times more than I have.”

“Whaaat!? You’re making me blush!☆”

He was even throwing stars at the end of his words. Committed to the idol shtick, huh?

Man, idols must have it tough. They had to radiate charm even at times like these.

“By the way, buttons have been around since 4000 BC. They were originally used in ancient Egypt as amulets, often shaped like flowers or scarabs, to signify social rank.”

“Wow, you’re so knowledgeable!” sparkle

Perfectly taught by our class president—responding to random trivia with a dazzling smile.

“After the beep, please leave your message.”

“Why are you acting like a voicemail!?”

“That’s amazing!” awed

Even the lamest jokes or demands for silly improv get a perfect reaction. He was probably good at this kind of thing because of his work in public relations or whatever.

Idols were amazing!

“Geez!” soft punches

Ah, this was too much.

Even the tiny, harmless taps were probably a calculated idol technique.

I could never pull this off. Seriously, this felt like watching a completely different species.

“So, what is it you want?”

“Are you free during lunch break?”

“I was planning on napping on the rooftop.”

“…judging stare.”

“Okay, I get it!”

“Yay!”

Ugh, this was so awkward.

Was this what they called the “experience gap”?

“Look over there!”

“Who’s that next to Kanata-kun?”

“Kanata-kun is sooo cute!”

And then there were the stares from everyone around us.

I’d never been good with this stuff. Since forever.

I couldn’t just think, “Wow, I’m so cool, being spoken to by an idol.”

…If I could, how much easier would my life be?

“Okay, see you then.”

“It’s a promise!”

“Yeah, yeah…”

What a rough start to my Monday.

“Ah.”

And, of course, I forgot to bring my Monday homework. Or rather, I didn’t even do it in the first place.

Yep, definitely a rough start.

****

Lunch

“This is so good. Definitely getting this again.”

“Potato chips… for lunch? So unhealthy…”

“What’d you say, punk?” fake delinquent act

“Eek!?”

“Sorry, sorry! I’ve been using this bit a lot lately.”

“You scared me!” soft punches

“…Nope, still doesn’t hurt…”

The rooftop.

I had to make up some excuse for Tanaka and the others, skipping lunch to come here.

An idol’s request, huh?

Honestly, it was a hassle. But apparently, I was the kind of guy who couldn’t say no to this sort of thing.

I guess it was also rare for a guy to talk to me at all.

“So, where’s your lunch, Idol-kun?”

“I skipped lunch. Dieting!”

“Respect.”

“Thanks!☆”

The salty richness of the potato chips filled my mouth, the beef and cheese flavors hitting me all at once, followed by the crunchy texture of potato. This was peak satisfaction.

“Yeah, this is seriously amazing. So, what’s the real reason you invited me for?”

Just as I was celebrating this incredible find—

“—I have something only you can help me with.”

His words wiped that thought clean from my head.

The rooftop.

The sound of a bag of chips rustling.

My hand froze in place as I heard his voice.

“Are you listening?”

“…”

“…Sorry. I guess I’m being a bother.”

It wasn’t acting or some idol-like performance.

Why me? I didn’t know.