What's under Kamiyama-san's paper bag? - 2 - Chapter 1
TL: Mistow
ED: Ryuubii
Namito Kominato meets Kamiyama-san
There is a song that comes to mind around this time of year.
It is a song with grandiose lyrics such as “Can I have a hundred friends?” For me, a hundred friends is too many. Even half of it, that is fifty, is too many. As for ten friends… no, real friends are one or two at the most. Three is enough. But if you don’t have even one, that’s sad.
So, first of all, you should make friends when you enter high school. And I would be happy if I could make friends with… girls.
My name is Namito Kominato. I graduated from junior high school this spring and just entered high school today. Just a few minutes ago, I finished the entrance ceremony surrounded by new students just like me, and I am in my class, the first-year class.
In a classroom full of strangers, I sat in my seat by the window, my heart filled with anticipation and anxiety. The wind coming in through the open window made the curtains of the classroom flutter and caress my cheeks.
It is now recess time before my first homeroom. The classroom is filled with men and women wearing brand new uniforms just like mine.
I sit in my seat and look around the class.
Most of the students had taken their seats as I had and were looking around uncomfortably. Some of them are talking to the students sitting next to them, but the conversations I hear are awkward. This is not surprising since we are all strangers to each other.
I’m not expecting a hundred friends. But first, you have to make friends.
I wonder if there is anyone I can make friends with. Should I follow the example of others and talk to the student sitting next to me?
No, wait.
If the person next to me was a crazy guy, my high school life might be in total darkness because of being friends with him. If he’s calling himself the Demon King and saying to me, “I’m going to make you the first of the Demon King’s servants from today!” I might have to spend the rest of my high school life as a servant of the Demon King.
I don’t want that to happen. I want to live a normal high school life.
What should I do now to achieve that?
I am sure that when the homeroom starts, we will have to introduce ourselves. If you listen to the self-introductions of your classmates, you will probably be able to find people with whom you have similar interests and who you can be friends with. On the other hand, if there are people in this class whom you should avoid, you may be able to find them. So, I guess I should just wait until the teacher comes in.
As I sat still in my seat, a young female homeroom teacher entered the classroom in the spring sunlight and gave a brief self-introduction. After she finished her introduction, she took attendance. When she finished taking attendance, she asked each student to introduce themselves one by one.
The student with the first attendance number stood up quickly and said his name and the junior high school he had attended. He concluded by saying that he was planning to join the baseball team in high school as well and that he would like to make friends with anyone who wanted to be on the team.
The class gave a brief round of applause.
It was safe. It was a very safe and normal self-introduction.
–At the same time, I realized something. I wonder what I should say in my self-introduction…
I was in the mood to listen to my classmates’ self-introductions, but I was one of the students who had to introduce myself now.
I can tell my name and the school I went to, but I’m not going to join any clubs, so I can’t use any club stories like the other student. So what should I say? Is there any good and safe story so that I don’t seem like a crazy person?
I looked out the window, gazing at the cherry blossoms in full bloom, and tried desperately to think of something to introduce myself with. But – no luck. I couldn’t come up with anything at all.
In the meantime, the self-introductions went around one after another, until the turn finally came to the seat in front of me. The girl in front of me stands up.
Oh no, I still have no idea what I’m going to say. I’ve been so busy thinking about what I’m going to say that I’ve missed what other people were saying about themselves.
In this case, I should imitate this girl’s self-introduction and do the same. Please, give me a self-introduction that I can imitate, please!
As I was praying, closing my eyes, and concentrating all my attention on my ears, the girl in front of me started to introduce herself to the class.
“Oh… that… that…”
Something seems to be wrong. Is she nervous because of all the attention?
Besides, for some reason, the whole class started to make a commotion.
The homeroom teacher tries to ease her nervousness and gently urges her to relax.
“Well, you are Kamiyama Samidare-san, right? Calm down, you can take your time to introduce yourself.
“Ah… ah… that… that…… my name is…… my name is…”
She was quite nervous.
I opened my eyes to see what the girl in front of me looked like.
At that moment, I felt a drop of water on my cheek.
Even though I was sitting by the window, it was not raining hard enough to blow into the classroom today. If that is the case, I wonder what the hell was hitting my cheek.
That question was soon answered.
It was right in front of me. It was a girl who must have been over 180 centimeters tall, wearing a soaking wet school uniform. Water splashed from her soaked uniform and splashed on my face.
She was a head or two taller than the average girl and had huge breasts. Stupidly big. You’d think she had a melon hidden in her clothes.
Her body shape was not fat, but rather thin, yet her breasts and buttocks were so big that I thought they were too big for her.
A girl who looked like a forced enlargement of Gravure Idol’s height, breasts, and buttocks was in front of me, pointing her big buttocks at me and introducing herself.
A drop of water drips from the hem of her skirt and falls on the floor of the classroom.
“Um… Ka… Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka-Kami… ya… ma…”
The girl, who is large in various parts, desperately tries to open her mouth, but she can’t seem to speak.
The water dripping from her uniform drips faster as she becomes more desperate. The wooden floor of the classroom is soaked only at her feet, and that is the only part of the floor that is darker in color. Water is dripping from all over her body to the extent that I would believe her if she told me she had just showered in her school uniform… Could this be… sweat…? I’m not sure if it’s that…
The class is in an uproar over the unusual appearance of the high school girl. But there was another reason for the class to be in an uproar.
Her whole body is dripping with sweat, but what is more unusual is her head.
She is wearing a brown paper bag that completely covers her head. In the front part of her face, right where her eyes were, there were two holes as if they had been punctured.
Her semi-long, shoulder-length hair was sticking out from the gap between the paper bag and her neck, and sweat was dripping from the ends of her dark, moist hair, making the color of the floor beneath her feet darker and darker.
“Ohhhh… that… eh… and…”
The girl, whose name seems to be Kamiyama-san, is still very clumsy. The homeroom teacher speaks again slowly, this time as if soothing a toddler.
“Kamiyama-san, can you say your name? And that paper bag… can you take it off…?”
Hearing these words, Kamiyama-san’s whole body stiffened, and then she screamed in a funny voice, her pitch fluctuating.
“Sorry… But… is… so embarrassed, I can’t take the paper bag off!”
Silence fell over the class.
Everyone instantly decided that this was someone… they shouldn’t touch.
Yeah, I think so too.
Some people wear hats or sunglasses to hide their faces, but I’ve never seen someone who tried to hide his face by wearing a paper bag. The homeroom teacher remained frozen.
Whether it was because she was made to stand in front of everyone or because she had to introduce herself in a way she was not used to, the drops of sweat dripping from the hem of Kamiyama-san’s skirt became larger and larger. The color of the floor around her feet was also getting darker and darker, and even my feet were now stained dark brown.
If I don’t do something soon, I might drown in Kamiyama-san’s sweat. Drowning is an exaggeration, but I might be asked to help her clean up her sweat because of my proximity to her seat.
I don’t want to stand out from the crowd on this important first day of school.
I quickly stood up in the quiet classroom and said to my homeroom teacher.
“Um… Sensei, it looks like Kamiyama-san is in trouble… Can I go next? Is that okay? My name is Namito Kominato, and I went to middle school in–”
I quickly told them my name and the school I went to and sat down quickly.
I’m sure no one heard me introduce myself. It was probably a good thing that I had nothing to say.
As I introduced myself, the young female homeroom teacher came back to herself.
“Oh? Huh? Oh, you must be… Kominato-kun, thank you very much. Okay, the next one.”
The homeroom teacher urged me, and the student after me began to introduce herself.
Perhaps realizing that her turn had finally come to an end, Kamiyama-san, who had been standing frozen in place, finally sat down. As soon as his buttocks hit the chair, there was a faint clattering sound.
I wonder how much sweat she was sweating. …
As I looked out the window again to take a look at the outside, Kamiyama-san suddenly turned her head… or rather her paper bag, towards me.
We were both sitting, but she was still big enough to make me look up. Super big. I guess she’s almost two meters long if you include the paper bag.
Through the two holes in the paper bag, a pair of big, wide-open eyes catches mine.
“Aaah…”
She said something after that, but I couldn’t catch it.
“Hmm? What?”
“Um… Thank you very much for your help earlier…”
Kamiyama-san thanked me in a voice that went back and forth, then suddenly stretched out her long arm and squeezed my hand, and turned around quickly to face forward again.
I might have gotten to know a girl…
I stared at my sweaty hands in disbelief and thought about my future in high school.
Kamiyama-san talked to me.
Finally, everyone has finished their self-introductions, and it is recess time before the next homeroom. Classmates are busy doing whatever they can to fit in with their new classmates, forming small groups here and there, and engaging in conversation.
I, on the other hand, felt tired from the incident with Kamiyama-san and was sitting alone in my seat, playing with my phone.
I felt the eyes of the whole class glancing at me, but I was sure they were actually directed at the girl sitting in front of me. Kamiyama-san, the one who is the object of my gaze, does not move a bit from her seated posture.
Upon closer inspection, I found that the paper bag was also damp with sweat, and the color of the bag had turned dark brown in some places.
One of the girls calls out to Kamiyama-san.
“Kamiyama-san, can I talk to you for a minute?”
I look at the girl who called out to Kamiyama-san.
Standing next to Kamiyama-san and talking to her with a big smile on her face was a beautiful girl with straight black hair and clear eyes. Her height is neither tall nor short compared to the other girls around her. She was wearing her new school uniform under the school rules and regulations, and her moderately sized breasts were in front of her body.
She was a beautiful girl, but she did not have the coldness that is typical of a beautiful woman, and her kind and friendly smile were very impressive. She seemed to be the type of girl who would be asked for favors and would be chosen as the chairperson of a committee or something.
Kamiyama-san turned her face… or more precisely, the paper bag, towards the girl. The chairperson, unperturbed by Kamiyama-san’s sweat or the paper bag on his head, smiles gently and says, “Kamiyama Samidare-san… right? I’m Hinata Arai. I’d like to talk with you over there if you like.
Arai points to where several girls have gathered and looked at us.
Arai seems to be as serious and nice as she looks. Perhaps it was her caring nature, or her unfounded sense of responsibility that made her call out to Kamiyama-san, since Kamiyama-san seems to be unable to blend in with the class circle.
I was curious to see how Kamiyama-san would respond, so I followed her through my eyes with one hand holding the phone and the other hand slumped in front of the desk.