When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 2.2: The fact that the neighbor's seat in the classroom was also next to mine. Part -2

The fact that the neighbor’s seat in the classroom was also next to mine. Part -2

Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. And now, morning has come.

The curtains I forgot to close. The morning sun shining through the window was dazzling.

Did I fall asleep on the bed from a seated position? My body feels stiff and achy all over.

Groaning from the pain, I struggle to sit up, tears welling up in my eyes.

“…Mmhmmm…”

…What happened yesterday?

Still groggy, I try to recall as I find a piece of paper on the desk.

My consciousness not fully restored, I reach out for the note… but it’s out of reach.

Uwaaa…! No matter how much I stretch, I can’t reach it, so I reluctantly get up.

Rubbing my bleary eyes, I pick up the note with my remaining hand.

My vision is hazy. Squinting to focus… a smile spreads across my face.

“I won’t say thank you. But I’ll repay the favor.”

Maybe I’m feeling a bit better?

I hope so.

I stagger back, arms outstretched, and flop back onto the bed from behind. Then, I wrinkle my nose as I sniff.

…There’s a sweet smell.

Like flowers, like sweets. But it’s a scent that stirs my instincts, so I bury my face in the bed and roll around. I might not be able to sleep today.

***

Unable to sleep as expected, I collapsed onto my desk as soon as I arrived at school. Consciousness fading…

Zzz…Nightyy..

…

…

…?

The pitch-black world sways.

Though there’s nothing but blackness, I can feel the movement distinctly.

An earthquake, maybe? That’s what I thought at first, but it seems the shaking is coming from my own body.

And I realize, somewhat absentmindedly, that I’m being shaken by the shoulders.

Someone trying to wake me up?

A classmate? A teacher? Well, I don’t really care.

As I’m about to succumb to the temptation of sleep, hoping they’ll just let me be…

“Wake up.”

Bam!

A sharp impact hits my head, jolting me awake. Or rather, it forces my eyes open.

“Oucch!!, wha-!?”

What’s going on!? What happened!?

Clutching my head in pain, it feels like I’ve been hit with a hammer. It hurts like crazy. Tears well up.

My consciousness is fully awakened now, but the situation is completely baffling.

Was there someone who would wake me up so violently, even though I was sleeping?

Sniffling, I lift my head and as I recognize the person before me, my eyes widen in shock.

Could it be that I’m still dreaming?

Blinking rapidly, I address the inhabitant of my dream.

“…Breaking into school in cosplay, is that your plan?”

“If you’re still half asleep, should I hit again?”

With those words, Sajou-san, the resident of dreams, raised a Japanese dictionary with vacant eyes… Wait, what?

“Um, did you hit me with that?”

“You wouldn’t wake up.”

Isn’t that a bit much?

“Using the corner of it?”

“Isn’t that practically attempted murder!?”

A Japanese dictionary can be a deadly weapon, you know!?

Trembling with fear at the prospect of a crazed attempted murder, she nonchalantly replied with a simple “Yeah” and placed the dictionary on my desk. Is it mine, though?

“No, but seriously, why?”

“This.”

What Sajou-san held up was a simple drawstring bag.

What’s this?

As I tilted my head in confusion, she gently placed it on my hand.

“It’s lunch.”

“Lunch…”

I see. It’s lunchtime.

Of course, it’s time for lunch. One could say it’s the most appropriate thing for this time of day.

But why me?

When I raised my head, Sajou-san, who blushed slightly, lowered hers.

“I just didn’t want to owe you anything. Don’t misunderstand.”

Ah, I understand without saying anything.

She must be referring to when I lent her a towel and let her use the shower two days ago.

I don’t really remember lending it to her, but well, whatever.

Regardless of the reason, receiving a lunchbox from a girl, especially a pretty one, is something to be happy about.

I’ll accept it graciously. But still, I can’t help but tilt my head in confusion.

“Why are you here at school?”

“…You really haven’t noticed?”

Huh? Noticed what?

With an exasperated sigh, Sajou-san pointed to the seat next to mine.

It was empty. Thinking about it until it struck me like lightning, I had a realization.

No way…

Looking at Sajou-san, she places her hand on her chest, still insisting even in her school uniform.

“Sajou Hitori. Nice to meet you, neighbor-san.”

With just that, she left the classroom with firm steps.

Just when I thought she was gone, she muttered “Oh” and looked back.

“I’ll return the clothes when I get home.”

I see.

Staring at the spot where Sajou-san had been, who left without saying anything else, I nod repeatedly.

The excessively beautiful neighbor is actually a classmate, and she sat next to me in school. I see, that’s enlightening.

Who was the beautiful person just now? Could it be Sajou-san? What’s her relationship with Hinata? Did she come just to hand over the lunch? Big boobs! Didn’t she say something about returning the uniform? Huh, so… Are they dating? Do they live together?—

The classroom buzzes with excitement.

I’m curious, so curious. As dark shadows gather around me, I speak.

“Seriously?”

Seriously?