When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 12.1: Flirting with the person next to you during class. Part -1.
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Flirting with the person next to you during class. Part -1.
There was some commotion. But, to put it the other way around, it was just that much.
The waves were higher than usual, but calling it a storm would be an exaggeration. It was merely an extension of everyday occurrences.
While it did become the subject of gossip, it was far from being a real issue.
…But for someone like me, on a small boat, even slightly high waves could spell disaster.
Stare.
I feel like I’m being watched.
From the next seat. Even though I haven’t looked, I can sense it piercing my skin.
During class.
From the neighboring seat, filled for the first time since entering high school, an unabashed gaze was directed at me.
Intensely. As if drilling a hole.
On Sajou-san’s desk, a perfectly uncreased Japanese textbook remained closed.
It was clear she hadn’t studied or had any intention of paying attention in class.
Even the homeroom teacher, who had noticed this bold behavior, seemed perplexed about whether to reprimand her.
A student’s truancy. Abandoning class.
Lined up like this, it’s evident that being a new teacher comes with quite a high hurdle to clear. I feel bad for inviting her to come to school, but I console myself with the thought that it’s better than her not attending at all. Seriously, I’m sorry.
Sajou-san’s gaze.
The teacher’s bewilderment.
It’s unsettling, to say the least. My seat feels uncomfortable.
With a creak, I shift my chair once and sit back down. Still, I can’t shake this uneasy feeling.
…No, there’s no way I can endure this for an hour, right?
Sweat drips from my forehead, falling onto my notebook. My trembling pen tears the wet paper. Oh, man.
I can’t take it anymore. I have to ask.
Unable to withstand her gaze any longer, I scribble a note on the corner of my notebook.
I tear off the part that reads “Do you need something?” and discreetly hand it over to her so that the teacher won’t find it out.
Sajou-san, upon receiving it, asks with a sharp gaze, “What?”
Glancing at the note, she twitches her temple slightly.
Then, she extends her palm.
“What’s this?” she asks with her eyes, as her slender index finger points to the pen. It seems she’s asking for something to write with. Didn’t she have any writing utensils?
Really, she just came to school with me, huh.
Half-admiring her audacity, I hand over the pen.
Sajou-san, after jotting something down on the previous note, smoothly hands back the pen along with the message.
As I receive it and read it:
“Nothing.”
Just a single word was added.
Whether spoken or written, the indifference remains unchanged.
But the handwriting was cute. It’s evident that a girl wrote it, and the contrast with her personality enhances its cuteness, making it a bit funny.
As I smirked, a crease formed between Sajou-san’s eyebrows, a sign of annoyance.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, displeased.
Waving it off as nothing, I began to enjoy the idea of what to write next.
The typical student prank was amusing, and unknowingly, my spirits were lifted.
I got too carried away. That was my regret for today.
“Ah.”
It wasn’t a note or a glance, but Sajou-san’s voice that pierced the air.
As I lifted my head in surprise, the teacher passed between Sajou-san and me, reading aloud from the textbook.
I sucked in my breath sharply, feeling like my stomach dropped as if on a roller coaster.
Was I caught?