The Story of A Beautiful Girl I Rescued From An Attacker Who Became My Seatmate. - Chapter 4

“No, that’s not right. Maybe you got the wrong person to talk to.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

But I never thought Kirishima was the girl from three weeks ago. We were in the same class, to begin with. I had no idea.

I wonder if Kirishima has something to discuss. I thought about that and decided to ask.

“So, what is it? Did something happen at your house, like the police coming? If so, I’m sorry.”

“No, that’s not it. Actually, thank you for helping me.”

“Oh, well, you’re welcome.”

Kirishima is as cute as I heard. But surprisingly, they are also sincere. I thought they were more assertive.

“Hey, can we wrap it up soon?”

The homeroom teacher calms down the noisy classroom. As expected of high school students, it becomes quiet immediately.

“Well, that’s it for the seat rearrangement. The next one will probably be at the beginning of the second term. Um, there’s no special announcement, so let’s end it here for today.”

After the closing greeting, most of the students have already left the classroom.

However, I have to stay behind today. I have three weeks’ worth of catching up to do.

With that in mind, I stood up to go to the self-study room.

“Oh, wait…”

…I felt like someone called out to me, but I’ll just ignore it.

***

“Sigh…”

After finishing about an hour of self-study, the outside had turned completely red. Time flies by quickly.

As I packed up the study materials and notebooks on my desk into my bag, I noticed something.

…I forgot my side bag.

In addition to the school bag, this school allows students to bring an side bag of their choice. I have been using a shoulder bag.

The feeling of sluggishness when I realized I forgot something while trying to leave the classroom is indescribable.

If only I hadn’t noticed the forgotten item, I would still be carefree… I thought as I climbed the deserted staircase again.

Well, of course, there is no one in the hallway. Most people are on their way home by now, after talking a short detour. 

Isn’t it written in the school rules that detours are prohibited?

-I had a boomerang stuck in me. 

Well, that’s just a physiological phenomenon. It can’t be helped. (shivering)

…Instead of thinking about irrelevant things, let’s hurry up and go home.

-Clatter clatter clatter.

“Oh.”

Kirishima was in the classroom, with the evening sun shining through. Sitting alone in the classroom tinged with red by the sunset, I couldn’t help but find Kirishima beautiful.

“It’s Kurata-kun, right?”

“Yes, but what’s up?”

“I wanted to thank you for what happened before.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that. Whether it was you or someone else in that situation, Kirishima, I would have taken the same action. Besides, I didn’t help you because I wanted something from you. So don’t worry about it.”

That’s my honest feelings. Regardless of whether the person being attacked was Kirishima or another guy, I would have taken the same action without a doubt. And demanding thanks would be uncool to the extreme.

“But still! You’re undoubtedly my lifesaver. If it had continued as it was, I would have been stabbed from behind.”

“Maybe it’s better to think of it as good luck. Anyway, I’m going home.”

I find myself acting quite distant.

I headed towards my seat and retrieved my bag hanging beside the desk.

I left behind the study materials for subjects I don’t study at home. Fortunately, this school turns a blind eye to leaving study materials behind. Am I the only one who thinks it should be openly permitted to leave study materials behind?

“Well then, I’ll go.”

Since I was able to retrieve my bag safely, I decided to head home. Just as I was thinking that…

“Don’t go…”

Kirishima hugged my left arm. Kirishima’s nice body caused my left arm to deform as it was enveloped in something soft.

Huh, why are you saying don’t go? Did I do something?

“Umm what?”

“When going home, will you come with me?”

Huh? Go home together? Why?

“Why do I need to accompany you?”

“Because I’m scared… on the way back since that incident. Until yesterday, I went home with my friends, but today, I was called for a committee meeting, and… my friends have all gone home… Is it not possible?”

Ah, I see. Kirishima must have been traumatized by the incident.

Certainly, almost being killed while walking alone would be a traumatic event.

“Well, I guess it’s fine.”

“Thank you!”

Hmm. Kirishima has a radiant smile. But honestly, the current situation is poison to me. The sensation of the chest on my left arm. There is no healthy high school boy who can withstand this (!!).

So, although I feel a bit reluctant, I should ask Kirishima to let go.

“Um, could you please let go for a moment?”

“Huh? Oh, um, sorry?”

Blushing intensely, Kirishima let go of my arm. I can’t help but feel a slight reluctance, I suppose because I’m also a guy.