The Story of A Beautiful Girl I Rescued From An Attacker Who Became My Seatmate. - Chapter 3

I took my usual seat and prepared for the class.

“Oh, Kouji! Long time no see!”

“Yeah, it’s been a while.”

Hoshino, who was studying something at his desk, approached me with his usual energetic voice. He seemed as lively as ever.

“What have you been up to for the past three weeks?”

“Well, um… a lot of things happened…”

I placed my bag on the desk, sat down, took off my jacket, and took a sip from the water bottle in my bag. Since only family members were allowed to visit during my hospitalization, it had been a long time since I last saw Hoshino. Moreover, we hadn’t been in contact.

“For now, I’ll show you my notes from when I was on break, but before that, tell me what happened.”

I yielded to Hoshino’s relentless expression and began to explain the situation.

“You had that kind of determination. That’s surprising. Well, I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Well, you know… a knife was stabbed into my right shoulder. Haven’t you ever been stabbed by a knife? It was hellishly painful.”

“Well, I sympathize with you on that. But why did you risk your life to help? Was she such a cute girl?”

“Why do you limit it to girls? Well, she was cute, though.”

As I remembered those thoughts, I recalled that the person I helped was a female student from the same school. But well, I didn’t intend to ask for any rewards or anything. It felt kind of lame. So, I pushed that memory to the back of my mind.

“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better. By the way, today was the day for seat rearrangement.”

“Seat rearrangement, huh? Well, I hope I can be near you again. As someone to talk to.”

“When you say it like that, it feels complicated. Anyway, here, copy the notes.”

“Thanks.”

“Alright, let’s start homeroom!”

The middle-aged homeroom teacher entered the classroom looking sleepy. Well, sleepy or just worn-out, as usual.

I closed my notebook and put it away at my desk for the time being.

The teacher, who had finished marking the attendance in the teacher’s desk, held the chalk with usual slightly messy handwriting.

“We’re going to have seat rearrangement today!”

While saying that, the teacher started writing the seating chart on the blackboard. Now, I wonder what format will be used for the seat rearrangement.

By the way, last year, the teacher used a method of arranging the seats themselves.

“Oh, by the way, my method is completely random. Spare me the complaints.”

The extroverted students in the class began to make a fuss, saying, “Eh!” They probably wanted to group together with their close friends, but it didn’t matter to me. Because I have no acquaintances in this class.

…Somehow, I’m feeling sad thinking about it. But that doesn’t mean I want to become an extrovert.

“Alright, let’s begin. Check your seat according to the random order generated on your smartphones!”

The teacher, holding smartphone, started writing the attendance numbers on the blackboard from the window side of the class. The classroom became noisy as the numbers were being written.

Oh, my number was written quickly. It’s by the window. It’s not the very back seat, but it’s a good spot where I won’t get caught up in the commotion of the extroverted students.

As for the rest of the seating arrangement, there’s hardly anyone I care about other than Hoshino, so I’ll just let it be and continue copying my notes.

“Alright, that’s it. Oh wait, hold on. The first period is about to start, so for today, let’s stick with the usual seating order. We’ll do the seat rearrangement during the closing homeroom. Now, let’s begin with the greetings.”

“Standup!!”

Ignoring the class’s resistance, the homeroom teacher abruptly ended the discussion.

The female class representative who gave the orders forcefully made everyone stand up with a loud voice. I stood up as well.

“Bow!”

I bowed and sat back in my seat. The classroom is buzzing with talk about the seat rearrangement, but I’m not particularly interested.

“Oh! Kouji, where did you end up sitting?”

Hoshino approached me. It’s nice of them to always talk to me.

“I got a seat by the window. Anywhere that’s not in the middle of the classroom is fine for me.”

“By the window, huh? Don’t fall asleep, okay?”

Hoshino made a joke. Well, I have dozed off before, but still.

“Forget it. Where did you end up sitting?”

“Me? I’m second from the left towards the back.”

With the drastic change in attendance numbers, there are some unfamiliar seats designated by numbers.

“Speaking of which, isn’t the one next to you is Kirishima?”

“Kirishima? Is that your friend?”

As I said that, Hoshino’s expression turned astonished. Hmm, did I say something wrong?

“Hey, well… I’ll tell you, but there’s a genius named Kirishima Reina. Not only that, she’s also stunningly beautiful, and her figure is amazing.”

“Oh, I see. But does it matter that she’s sitting next to me?”

“I know your indifference already, but that’s what other guys envy. Got it?”

“Yeah, yeah. Oh, the first period is chemistry, right? I’ll return the notes.”

I brushed off Hoshino’s nonsense. It’s not like my likability will increase just because she’s sitting next to me.

“Alright. If you missed anything, let me know. I’ll show you.”

“Thanks as always.”

“In that case, treat me to something.”

“Please spare me from that.”

Although I said that, Hoshino has always been helpful, so I might treat them to something occasionally.

With such thoughts in mind, I took out the chemistry materials from my bag.

The day flew by in an instant, and all of today’s classes have ended. The three-week break felt long, and I desperately tried to keep up with the lessons while looking at the blackboard and past notes. This school claims to prioritize both academics and sports (or so they say), so the pace of the classes is fast.

That’s why I’m grateful to Hoshino, who teaches me various things.

Well, to be honest, he tends to get carried away, so I’ll keep that thought to myself.

“You guys, take your seats once.”

The homeroom teacher calls out to the students who are loitering around the teacher’s desk, urging them to sit down.

I always wonder why they try to gather together so much.

“Alright. You don’t have to greet each other. Let’s just do the seat rearrangement we talked about in the morning. Anyone doesn’t know their new seat?”

Saying that, the teacher looks around the classroom, but there’s no one who fits that description. Or rather, it’s impossible for those who were making a fuss during the seat rearrangement to forget.

“Doesn’t seem like it. In that case, pack up your belongings and move right away.”

The teacher claps the hands, and suddenly the entire classroom becomes noisy.

Since I have no one to make a fuss with, I quietly stand up from my seat and head towards the new one. With nothing else to do, I decided to read a novel.

Clatter –

It seems someone has taken the seat next to me. It must be the person Hoshino mentioned, Kirishima.

However, I won’t initiate a greeting or anything. If the person greets me, I’ll just give a casual response. If they ignore me, that’s even better.

“Um, excuse me…”

She’s the type to initiate a conversation. In that case, I’ll just give a casual response.

Thinking that, I raise my head to look at them.

“Ah…”

It was a face I had seen three weeks ago.