The Guy Who Messed Up Is Gradually Doing His Best - Chapter 36

During lunch break, I sit at a desk with about 20 classmates and eat my bento. I’m grateful. If it had been just me eating alone this time after eating with everyone last time, I would have been quietly shocked. Thank you, everyone.

As a precaution, I had secretly bought some convenience store bread, but today I received a bento made by Hayase-san.

Hayase-san’s makeup is a bit flashy, but the bento is very delicious. Thank you, Hayase-san.

“That’s not true at all.”

Seeing Hayase-san blushing reminded me. By the way, Hayase-san was also in first place at the sports festival, right?

“Hehe, I’m confident in my legs, but thanks for the nice surprise, Gouda-kun.”

——Surprise?

When I tilted my head in confusion, Hayase-san was still in high spirits and said, “Oh, was it better not to say this from Gouda-kun’s perspective? I’m sorry for saying it. I just got carried away because I was so happy,” and did a “sorry” pose (hands together).

It seems that hugging falls under that category, but wait, is hugging the first person a surprise for me?

At that time, if I remember correctly, the first runner in the group was Kimishima-san, and her legs were wobbling so much that she was in danger of falling without my support, so that’s not right. The first runner in the second group was Fukata-san… solid, right?

——Fukata-san…?

When I looked at Fukata-san, she quickly averted her gaze… and gave a small thumbs-up. Oh, I see. So you’re the culprit, huh?

“But this sports festival was fun, right?” Hayase-san asks the others for agreement. Everyone stops her chopsticks and nods.

Hey, Fukata-san, what did you put in my bento? Huh, sweet adzuki beans? Is that your favorite? Is this meant as an apology? Fukata-san looks a bit down.

“Fukata-san, thank you.”

I express my gratitude with a smile, Fukata-san will be back to normal. She immediately started munching on the sweet beans, looking like they were delicious. They must be that good. Sweet beans.

——Sweet!

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I am currently in the music room. And the members who ate lunch with me are still sticking around.

It’s because I moved right after eating the bento, that’s why it’s like this.

The trigger was a girl’s casual remark, “Makino-chi~. I heard you were talking about forming a band with Gouda-kun just now.”

The way everyone got hooked at that moment was amazing. Oh, not on me, though. It was towards Kimishima-san, Fukata-san, Kirishima-san, and Makino-san.

Everyone was looking for the right moment to talk, huh?

I heard things like, “Gouda-kun is going to play the song Kirishima-san made…,” or “They’re going to perform it at the cultural festival…,” or “Gouda-kun has already memorized the song…,” or “Gouda-kun can sing it perfectly already…,” and I thought, “Huh?” But as I listened to those conversations as if they were someone else’s business, before I knew it, it had turned into a situation where I was going to sing in the music room.

Considering that Kirishima-san brought a speaker for Musicun, it might have been her intention from the beginning.

I hand the Musicun to Kirishima-san and she will set up the speakers, switch to karaoke mode, and check the volume.

From my perspective, I could manage it, so I wanted to sing along to Kirishima-san’s voice… but is that not okay? I guess not.

Ah, I’m starting to feel a bit nervous.

“Well, I just learned it and I’m not confident, but since there’s no time, I’ll sing it for now.”

“You can do it.”

“What kind of song.”

“Looking forward to it.”

The women were buzzing with chatter. Amidst that, I caught a word and signaled Kirishima-san with a wry smile.

When Kirishima-san nodded slightly, she touched the music player and switched it from pause to play.

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I heard your voice

The sound of you sitting against the wall

The voice that kept trying to stand up

So I won’t tell you to do your best

Even so, if you’re still feeling anxious

I’ll be by your side until your anxiety disappears

But you know, I want to see it

Seeing you overcome that wall and rejoice

The sight of you waving with a smile…

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“Haah…”

I finished singing without making any mistakes and felt relieved, but there was no reaction from everyone.

“Um…”

Clap clap!

Clap clap!

Hearing my voice, there was a hurried round of applause. Sorry for being so bad. I apologize for making you all feel awkward… but why is everyone sitting on the floor? Sitting cross-legged like girls.

“Y-You did well, Gouda-kun…”

“Yeah, it was really good.”

“Haah, haah…”

Everyone praises me, but it’s suspicious. Everyone’s eyes are darting around and they won’t look at me, and that’s what’s bothering me.

“Um…”

I guess the best thing to do here is to ask Kirishima-san, who wrote and composed the song. Oh, Kirishima-san is sitting with a hand on her chest.

“Kirishima-san…”

“Y-yes!”

“How was my singing? I can’t really tell myself…”

“Y-yeah, that’s good.”

That’s all, is there anything, anything at all, you could say? Like, your breathing is bad, or speak louder, or it’s different from your image.

Bing-bong.

Unfortunately, the pre-bell is ringing here. If we don’t return to the classroom quickly, we’ll be late for the next class.

“Go, Gouda-kun, could you go back to the classroom first?”

Everyone is nodding vigorously at Kimishima-san’s voice like that. I wonder if they want to talk without me.

I felt a bit shocked by everyone’s reaction after singing and I returned to the classroom.