You Girls Are Way Too Obsessed With A Lone Wolf Like Me - Volume 1 Chapter 1: Himemiya Haruichi Loves Being Alone

Volume 1 Chapter 1: Himemiya Haruichi Loves Being Alone

I, Himemiya Haruichi, love being alone. It’s not an exaggeration to say that I adore it.

Strictly speaking, I love the time I spend by myself. Just thinking about how every single second flows solely for me gives me an incredible sense of luxury. I can just relax, immerse myself in whatever I want to do, and before I know it, the sun has set—there’s nothing better than that.

Being part of a group? No, thank you. For someone like me, who craves a stress-free life, being forced to match others’ expectations or constantly watch their expressions is a huge source of stress.

High school girls are amazing. While endlessly repeating things like “Sore na,” “Aane,” and “Nngh-nngh,” they gossip about who’s dating who, or who did what, all while sitting at a drink bar for hours talking about nothing of consequence. I could never do that. I’d definitely get bored and leave halfway through.

It’s not that I hate people. It’s just that when you belong to a group, you inevitably have to consider others to some extent. I don’t want to spend time with people just because I have to. A day only has 24 hours, and I’d rather spend it doing something that feels meaningful and enjoyable to me.

The idea that being alone is embarrassing is wrong. Whether it’s solo travel, karaoke, yakiniku, solo camping, or even being a “single noble” (an independent bachelor)—there are more and more people who enjoy their own time without being bothered by others. Businesses have adapted, creating services and stores that cater to the “hitori-sama” (solo customer), showing just how much this way of living is becoming the norm.

While many associate solo activities with being selfish, there are things that only work because you’re alone. Sure, building world peace might require connecting with others, but sometimes, staying away from people can prevent the sparks that lead to war.

In simple terms, even if every individual is a locked country, I believe the world can still achieve peace.

While I’m fine being isolated, if someone or something tries to take away my alone time or ridicule my way of life, I’ll draw my sword. If I had to bow to the likes of Perry and play make-believe friendship, I’d rather die fighting. If anything, I’d rather commit seppuku.

Just because I prefer being alone doesn’t mean I’m bothering anyone. That’s why no one has the right to tell me my way of life is a waste of youth or shallow. I don’t care about other people’s opinions.

If someone dares to mock me for being a “loner,” I’ll flip them the bird and tell them: Being alone makes me the strongest.

※ ※ ※

It’s been two weeks since I started at Otozuka High School.

And by now, that “new school, new environment” thing is already starting to feel old.

I walk into my classroom—Class 1-B—and plop down in my seat.

Two weeks is enough for the social dynamics to settle in.

Everyone knows where they stand now. Their “role” in the class.

You can break it down real simple:

Are you “in” or “out”? A riajuu or a non-riajuu?

Are you allowed to cut loose, or are you one of the people who’s supposed to stay quiet and keep their head down?

There are a bunch of ways to phrase it, but the meaning’s all the same.

Technically, there shouldn’t be any kind of hierarchy… but these invisible lines always exist.

People draw them whether they realize it or not.

If you belong to a school—that community—then those lines are there. Always.

Of course, me, with zero friends?

I’m bottom of the barrel. Actually, I’m not even sure I exist on the class caste chart.

But whether I’m on it or not doesn’t matter. Not at all.

Better to sit alone reading a book than force myself into some group. It’s way more fun. Way more chill.

I let out a lazy yawn and glance vaguely toward the lockers at the back of the classroom, where a group of guys are huddled together.

The way they joke around, you’d think they were the protagonists of some youth drama.

They’re all well-groomed—some with waxed, spiky hair, others rocking perms for volume.

Even the way they wear their uniforms shows their personal flair.

Cool guys really do look cool.

At the center of it all is Namikawa Shuntarou.

He’s got the kind of good looks where you wouldn’t be surprised if he said, “My sister secretly sent my resume to a talent agency, and now I’m in an idol group.”

And then there’s the pair seated near the front—Ameya and Takechi.

They clearly don’t care about appearances. Ameya’s got full-on bedhead messing with his crown, and Takechi’s hair is a long, fluffy mess.

Their clothes are plain, even dull. Honestly, kind of uncool.

Still, both groups are playing games on their phones.

From what I can hear, they’re all into the same survival game.

It’s that trending one where a hundred players are dropped into an arena and fight until only one—or one team—remains.

Ameya and Takechi, the otaku. Namikawa and his riajuu gang.

Even me, the lone wolf—I’ve got it installed.

So yeah, it’s definitely popular.

Usually quiet, Ameya and Takechi are also getting quite hyped up.

“Yo, gimme the first aid kit too! LOL Don’t throw a Molotov, though! LMAO!”

“Someone who can’t even land a headshot should be happy with just a bandage, though! I get it, so you’re aiming the Molotov—whoa, you’re seriously gonna throw it? That’s just too dumb, haha!”

The group with Namikawa is also getting all worked up. Especially the guy, Ikari, who’s in the sidekick position near Namikawa—he’s especially noisy.

“Shun-kun, you’re crazy! You’ve already killed someone! Were you a terrorist in your past life or something?!”

“I just shot randomly, and it was pure coincidence that I hit them.”

“Hitting by accident? That’s genius, right? If Shun-kun’s here, we’ll totally get first place! Let’s keep going, guys!”

The conversations are equally loud on both sides. In fact, I think it’s Ameya and Takechi who are actually enjoying the game in a more balanced way. However, the girls who are close to Namikawa and his crew think differently from me. They throw disgusted looks at Ameya and Takechi with a “nerd” vibe, while showering Namikawa with praise like “Shuntarou, you’re amazing!” even though we’re all playing the same game.

We were taught about racism in world history and about discrimination against certain groups in Japanese history. But no one ever taught us about classism within our own class. Yet, it’s safe to say we’ve learned more about the class caste system in school than any subject, really. Most of us just accept our current status and happily hang out with friends who share our vibes.

Still, there are those rare cases where someone manages to rise above their class.

And speaking of which, here she comes.

“Good morning!”

Right in front of the classroom entrance. With her bright, lively voice, the room instantly became more lively. Everyone reacted to her greeting, and she returned each one with a bright, genuine smile.

Her name is Misaki Karin. In just this short time, she had jumped beyond class and year boundaries, becoming the idol of Otozuka High, the absolute heroine.

I still remember how, during the entrance ceremony, when Misaki stood at the podium as the top-ranking student representative, all the students in the school were visibly shaken. Even someone like me, who isn’t one to care about people, couldn’t help but let out a small sound.

She was a radiant presence. With her exceptional beauty and top-tier academic skills, she was the epitome of high specs. Watching her speak with confidence about becoming a high school student without fear, her smile captivated everyone. On the very first day, Misaki claimed the peak of the school caste hierarchy.

It wouldn’t be strange for someone in her position to develop arrogance, but Misaki was never once conceited.

If I had to describe Misaki in one word, it would be “humanitarian.”

Even though she was at the top of the school caste, she treated everyone equally, always greeting everyone with a bright smile and extending a kind hand to anyone in need. No matter who she was talking to, you could feel that she was having the best time ever, her smile never fading.

It’s easy to see why some people revere her as “Karin-sama” among her fans.

Because she loves everyone, everyone loves her back. That is the essence of Misaki Karin.

Even now, after greeting Ameya and Takechi, Misaki cheerfully says:

“Wow! You two got first place again today! That’s awesome!”

She’s celebrating their victory as if it were her own.

“I tried installing it too since it looked so fun when Ameya-kun and Takechi-kun were playing, but I totally failed. Every time I try to find a weapon, I always get shot. A headshot? What’s that, it’s cheating! You can’t win with a frying pan!”

Although Ameya and Takechi are a bit tense and embarrassed, they can’t help but feel soothed by Misaki’s ever-changing expressions, which she emphasizes with her gestures. It’s no surprise that the classmates around them are laughing and enjoying the conversation.

Namikawa and the others also exchange greetings with Misaki.

“Yo, Karin.”

“Good morning!” Misaki responds with a smile, then notices Namikawa’s phone left on top of a locker and says, “Oh dear,” as she sees that it’s been wiped out.

“This game is tough, huh?”

“Yeah. I’ll never get first place in my life.”

“Why don’t you ask Ameya-kun and Takechi-kun for help? They’re both really good at it. When an enemy shows up, they take ’em down in an instant, like poof!”

“Okay, I’ll try a bit more, and if it’s not working, I’ll ask them.”

Taking in Misaki’s suggestion, Namikawa picks up his phone again as if preparing to try another round. Then, Ikari and the others chime in with, “Let’s go again!” and start hyping themselves up. Ameya and Takechi, probably overjoyed that they’ve been the topic of conversation, begin to fidget restlessly, unable to sit still.

Later, just walking through the classroom, Misaki is greeted by people and also greets others. One of her friends asks, “Karin, help me with my English homework!” to which she responds, “Eh? You still haven’t done it yet? I can’t believe it!” She teases a guy eating sweets by saying, “Eating chocolate first thing in the morning? I’d gain weight, so I’m good, thanks!” And just like that, she continues to chat with everyone, knowing their personalities and interests as if she’s read their minds.

For Misaki, her humanitarian nature extends even to me.

“Good morning, Himemiya-kun.”

“Good morning.”

The first “good morning” of the day. It’s common for the day to start and end with Misaki.

Misaki peeks over my open book.

“Himemiya-kun, you read so fast! You said you just started reading this yesterday, and now you’re almost done!”

It’s impressive how she remembers even such trivial details.

“I think I’m actually pretty slow. I just read quietly like this, and this is the pace I go.”

“Himemiya-kun, you read too much. You’re gonna turn into a bug you know!”

She probably wants to call me a “bookworm.” Misaki, perhaps wanting to express it like a praying mantis, raises her hands in a scythe-like shape, swinging them up and down. I can’t help but think that beautiful girls can look cute doing anything.

“You need to hang out with the class more, you know? You can’t just read all the time. Anyway, let’s do our best today too!”

After giving me a small wave, Misaki goes off to greet other classmates.

It’s the usual last line she always says. As a humanitarian, Misaki probably sees me as one of those lonely, friendless people. It can’t be helped; from an outsider’s perspective, that’s probably how it looks. And since I’m the type to enjoy being alone, I don’t bother claiming otherwise—it’s just too much trouble.

Rather than dwelling on that, I return my gaze to the book.

※ ※ ※

The school day ends, and everyone starts to leave their seats to head into their respective after-school activities.

Though it’s still the trial period for clubs until the end of April, it seems the senior-junior hierarchy is already established. Those in sports clubs hurry to the clubrooms, walking briskly towards the gym building.

The “riajuu” girls who don’t belong to any clubs say things like:

“Where should we go for karaoke? The station front?”

“Let’s go to Sanmiya! I wanna sing the new TWICE song, so DAM, right?”

They walk out of the classroom together, casually chatting, with no particular hurry.

Ameya and Takechi, who also aren’t in clubs, have a similar conversation:

“Where should we go to buy books? Animate?”

“I prefer Toranoana. The store-exclusive stuff looks erotic. I also wanna stop by Melonbooks.”

It goes without saying that most of the non-club members spend their after-school time with friends, in places they enjoy, even though their destinations may differ.

I, of course, as a non-club member, leave the classroom without greeting anyone. But my destination isn’t the school’s main gate.

Yankees love convenience stores and Don Quijote at night, and “riajuu” kids love family restaurants with all-you-can-drink and karaoke.

Even for someone like me, who enjoys being alone, there exists a place that I adore. A quiet space where I can relax.

As someone who dislikes group life, spending more than half a day in the classroom drains my physical and mental energy, as well as all sorts of other things. That’s why I need a place to rest and recharge—my personal sanctuary.

Right now, I’m in the empty classroom on the fourth floor of the culture building. This room, which I’ve claimed as my private space, is where I’m reading. Of course, there’s no one here.

An alumna once told me, “There’s a perfect place for you at school.” She pointed out this unused classroom, and for the past few days, I’ve been using it as my private room. Naturally, it’s a secret from everyone else. Fortunately, I don’t have any friends who would brag about it.

At first, I was skeptical. “It’s an empty classroom, but isn’t it bad to use it without permission?” When I asked the alumna about it, she casually brushed me off, saying, “An unofficial club used it secretly, but since no one found out, it’s all good!” I still vividly remember that response.

But seriously, what’s an unofficial club anyway? What if it’s still around? What about the key? And so on. With several questions lingering in my mind, I went to check out the empty classroom. As the saying goes, “Seeing is believing,” and most of my concerns were quickly cleared up.

The key seemed broken, so I could come and go as I pleased. The room was tidy but had a layer of dust covering everything. As I rummaged through the room, I began to understand why the alumna hadn’t told me the name of the club.

With all my questions answered, I couldn’t help but admit it: This was the perfect space.

The twelve-tatami-sized room was more than enough for me to use alone. There were long desks facing each other, a desktop PC and bookshelves in the corners, and that’s about it. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but with just a desk and chair where I could read novels, manga, or mess around on my phone while listening to the radio or music, I had no need for anything more extravagant in this private room.

Some might say, “Why not just relax at home, you idiot?” but I’ve got to reject that idea. If I could relax at home, I’d head straight there. But if I go home at this time, I’ll almost certainly have to spend a few hours taking care of my troublesome younger sister. I’m not willing to waste my precious after-school time on that.

Someone might suggest, “Then just go to the library, you idiot!” But the library doesn’t allow me to touch my phone or handheld game console, and eating and drinking is strictly prohibited. Even if everything were allowed, I’d still choose this empty classroom. I’m in my teens, after all. The phrase “A place just for me” resonates deeply in my heart.

Back in elementary school, I completed my own secret base in the bushes behind the park, and I spent countless days playing with cheap snacks and canned juice as the sun set. After about a week, some old guy in the neighborhood reported me, saying, “That kid’s always alone. Maybe he’s a runaway,” and I’ll never forget the angry look on my dad’s face as he demolished my secret base with me. I cried so much.

Mixed with both good and painful memories, I realize, no matter how old I get, I’ll always long for a private space—a hidden den, if you will.

Just before reaching the climax of the novel I was reading, I put the book down on the desk. Excited for what was to come, I thought, “It’s not time to rush just yet,” and took a sip of my canned coffee to quench my dry throat.

At the exact moment I was about to drink, the door to the empty classroom swung open.

“Woah!?”

I let out a strange voice in response to the unexpected situation. I had completely let my guard down. Even though the door didn’t lock, I’d thought no one would come to such a remote place.

Coughing and wiping my tear-filled eyes from the coffee, I tried to meet the eyes of the unwelcome visitor.

“Hey Himemiya-kun!”

“S-Sorry──, …”

I wonder why. Despite being scolded, the feelings of apology and anxiety vanish in an instant, completely overwritten by a sense of relief.

Maybe it’s because of that familiar voice—too childish for an adult.

I wipe away my tears and, aiming to look up, my gaze shifts from the face level to just slightly below. As expected, a small figure stands in front of the door. I sigh in relief, taking another sip of my canned coffee.

“What… Amami-sensei? What a waste of surprise…”

“Not a waste at all!? More importantly, why are you drinking it now!?”

“Ah, sorry. Natural mistake.”

“Ugh!” She throws a little angry tantrum, but somehow, it’s not scary at all. Words like punsuka and punpun seem to suit her perfectly.

This little girl’s name is—no, this girl’s name is Amami Minamo. She’s my homeroom teacher, and among the students, she’s affectionately called “Ama-chan-sensei,” the mascot of Otozuka High School.

With her appearance and physique, which make her look like a grade schooler, it’s no surprise that she’d look more at home with a schoolbag than a name tag. She’s a bit self-conscious about her childish figure, but she says there are more clothes that fit her at kids’ size stores than at ladies’ shops.

Today, too, she’s hiding her modest frame under a loose-fitting dress. I can tell she probably bought it from the women’s section, though it’s clearly too big for her. The lace material makes it look more like something you’d wear to bed—honestly, I just want to ask her if she’s going to sleep soon.

She strides toward me with a bold gait, though her height is about the same as mine when I’m sitting in a chair—probably around 140 cm.

Amami-sensei’s round eyes narrow to about half their size.

“Himemiya-kun. Are you thinking something rude right now…?”

Her gaze is sharp.

“N-No… I was just wondering how tall you are, Sensei.”

“You shouldn’t ask a woman about her height or age, you know?”

If we’re talking about sensitivity, it’d be more about age and weight, right?

“That’s not the point! I saw you heading into the cultural building without applying for provisional club membership, Himemiya-kun, so I’ve been looking for you. I’m honestly shocked to find you in a place like this.”

Is she about to start a full-on lecture? She’s trying to pull a chair from the large stack pressed against the wall. It’s a hard task for someone her size, and her thin arms are starting to tremble with effort. Is she trying to show off her biceps or something?

I couldn’t just watch. Instead, I pulled out a chair and set it across from me. “Ah. Thank you,” she said with a polite bow, then sat down. Since it was one of those chairs made for taller people, her feet didn’t quite reach the floor.

I couldn’t just watch.

“It must be tough every day, being so small…”

“It’s not tough at all!? I’d prefer you said it’s stressing instead!”

It seems like it’s stressing, indeed.

With an exaggerated cough, Amami-sensei tried to clear the air. Even I couldn’t help but straighten up, stopping myself from leaning on the desk, and I adjusted my posture to sit properly with my feet together.

I shouldn’t have helped set up this environment for a lecture, but being lectured still weighs on me. Even if I’m 10:0 in the wrong.

The fact that it’s just the two of us in this enclosed space makes it feel like an interrogation. I start to understand the desperation of a shoplifter pleading “I didn’t steal anything!” while crying. Every time I watch “Close Contact Police,” I can’t help but admire the actors’ skills in portraying that exact desperation.

Maybe if I cried out “Please don’t tell my family! Nnfh nnfhhhaaaa!” I could get a pass.

No. I don’t want to stop being human yet. So, I’ll accept the strict warning.

Being honest is the best.

“I’m sorry for using the classroom without permission.”

“Himemiya-kun, why were you alone here?”

“It’s a family matter.”

“! Is… is it something heavy, then?”

I nod quietly, and Amami-sensei can’t hide her surprise. But she quickly straightens up, as if to show her resolve as a teacher, places a hand over her chest, and looks at me with a determined gaze.

“I may be small, but I’m still a teacher! Himemiya-kun! I’ll definitely help you, so please talk to me! Let’s solve your family worries together!”

“Ah, it’s not that heavy. My annoying little sister is just loud, and I can’t relax at home, so I came here to use the classroom.”

“You’re just making me worry more!”

With her cheeks puffed out, Amami-sensei looks angry, but more than angry, she looks like a chipmunk storing food in its cheeks.

She doesn’t understand how terrifying that idiot can be. Or rather, how troublesome.

“Honestly! Just because you’re always alone, I’ve been worried that maybe you’re not fitting in with the class. Are you okay? I’ve been worrying so much!”

I hear a small “click” in my mind, like a switch being flipped.

“Sensei.”

“Yes?”

“It’s really that bad to be alone?”

“Eh…”

It’s a bad habit of mine. If someone talks about being alone as if it’s some kind of “evil,” I can’t help but challenge them, no matter if they’re a teacher or a tiny person.

“Alone = not fitting in with the class, is a false correlation. Sure, when I’m alone, I might not fit in with the class. But tell me, those who worry about how others perceive them and flock in groups, are they really fitting in?”

Amami-sensei suddenly shuts up, her lips pursing. It’s clear my words struck a chord.

“Do you have any hobbies or events you do alone, Sensei?”

“Uh, well… On weekends, I treat myself to a hamburger lunch at a Western restaurant. And I always get a pudding with a lot of whipped cream for dessert.”

“That sounds good. It’s nice to just go somewhere and eat whatever you like without needing to meet anyone. Do you have anything else?”

It seems like I’ve managed to get her to empathize. She nods while saying, “Yeah, exactly,” and continues,

“When I can’t shake off the fatigue, I go to a super sento with a rock bath on the weekends to relax. Since I prefer long baths, it’s a bit awkward to go with friends…”

“Sounds like a great way to unwind. Now, picture this: imagine I’m the clueless coworker who can’t read the room.”

“Picture it… you say…? Ah, I get it now!”

Amami-sensei braces herself, and with a cough, she switches her tone to that of a new employee, just one month into the job. Her voice is higher now.

“Eh───. Amami-senpai, so you eat alone at the end of the month, and go to the sento alone on weekends? Don’t you have a boyfriend or friends to go with? Isn’t it lonely? Is your hamburger lunch a kids’ meal? With your height, you could just stretch out in your bath at home instead of going to the sento───?”

“Gahhh—! You’re really pissing me off—! Especially you, Himemiya-kun!”

“Right? It really gets on your nerves… huh? Eh? Me!?”

I messed up. The second half of my statement was way too over the top, and now the sharp point of her anger is digging right into my throat.

I had to calm down Amami-sensei, who looked like she was ready to throw me out the window in her current state.

“Well, what I meant was… it’s not that being alone means I’m lonely or a loser, right? I was just trying to reenact what I felt earlier when you said those harsh words. I wasn’t saying anything bad about you, so please don’t take it the wrong way.”

I couldn’t just say that, though, not now.

Amami-sensei, who had been puffing herself up with both hands raised, finally calmed down after hearing me. She dropped her hands and gave a small sigh, “I suppose you’re right… I acted childish.” She had a point; kids really are pure at heart.

“If I made you feel hurt, I apologize. But! What I’m trying to say is that being alone isn’t bad. What’s bad is not being able to fit in with the class!”

“Mm.” This time, I shut my mouth. She had a valid point about me not fitting in, and I couldn’t argue with that.

“Is school life fun for you, Himemiya-kun?”

“It’s not really fun… but it’s not boring either.”

“Let me rephrase that. Is spending school life alone fun for you?”

“It’s relaxing and fun.”

“I’m sorry to press you, but you’re really not forcing yourself, are you?”

“I swear. I’m truly a fan of being alone.”

I answered without hesitation.

“Hmm…” Amami-sensei nodded thoughtfully, her little body swaying as she pondered. If I stared at her too long, she started to look like one of those clueless elementary school kids who can’t focus in class.

But she was really listening to me, and then she spoke clearly.

“Okay. In that case, I respect your opinion, Himemiya-kun.”

“…Eh? So… does that mean it’s okay for me to stay the way I am? To like being alone without any reprimands…?”

“Yes ♪ If you don’t need friends, then I don’t see a problem with it. Of course, I think it’s better to have friends, but in today’s world, I want to respect everyone’s feelings.”

She flashed a bright, satisfied smile, like the sun coming out after a storm.

“Sensei…”

I’ve been through my share of teachers who’d see not having friends as a flaw, and I’d often see comments like, “Try talking to others more” written in my report cards. But I never spoke to anyone because I didn’t have any friends.

But Amami-sensei is different. She listens to my thoughts and accepts them.

I felt like she was a bigger person than most adults…!

Realizing her own brilliance, she puffed out her chest proudly.

“Sensei’s capacity is really, really big! Ah! You totally just thought I meant ‘capacity’ only, didn’t you!? You totally thought that!”

Her capacity is so small…

Realizing I no longer looked at her with admiration, Amami-sensei quickly shifted gears and continued the conversation, trying to salvage the moment.

“But, but… just because you don’t want friends, it doesn’t mean I’ll allow you to avoid fitting in with the class, Himemiya-kun. That’s a different matter altogether. In school events and activities, communication skills are absolutely necessary, and when you step into society, it’s the same.”

“…”

After she acknowledged my preference for being alone, I couldn’t do anything but make an awkward face.

“Even if you make a cute little face like that, some things are just not allowed. Do you understand, Himemiya-kun? People are creatures that can never live alone. If you really don’t like that, I’d recommend you go live in the savanna as a wild animal, or head to Mars and live as an alien!”

“When I was little, during kindergarten, I suddenly remembered that I said during a presentation that my future dream was to be a tree, because I wouldn’t have to do anything. Maybe being a tree wouldn’t be so bad after all.”

“If you really want to become a tree, I’ll help you with that.”

“Does that mean you’ll bury me…?”

I couldn’t laugh.

Humans can’t live alone. That’s an irrefutable fact, and frankly, I’ve never thought I could live alone without needing anyone. I live with the daily reminder that I am a small, insignificant being. Knowing that, I just want to live my life freely with the minimum human interactions I need.

I raised my hand, “Go ahead, Himemiya-kun.”

“But Sensei… I’m sorry, but isn’t that a bit too sharp for a simple wordplay? ‘You don’t have to make friends, but you should fit in with the class.’ Don’t you think that’s a bit too clever by half?”

It’s not just clever—it’s too sharp. If this were a riddle posed by the lord to Ikkyuu, it would be at the level where you’d click your tongue in annoyance. Both would get caught up in a sword-drawing mood, and suddenly, it would turn into a freestyle dungeon battle like: “I’m Ikkyuu, you’re F*** you,” and “I’m the lord, who do you think you are?”

Amami-sensei, who’s small in stature and sticks out her lips, folding her arms like a little Ikkyuu, began to hum, “Hmm…”

After a while, it seemed like she had come up with a great idea and nodded vigorously.

“Well then, how about this? We could have you, Himemiya-kun, assist with events that occur between students, things that the teacher can’t get involved in. We’ll create opportunities for you to interact with the class.”

Is she trying to say she’d love to borrow a cat’s paw? Amami-sensei, with both hands turned into cat paws, hummed “Nyan nyan.” From the outside, someone might think it’s cute, but I won’t be fooled.

I definitely don’t want to do it. Who would work for free on something they don’t even want to do? Sensei’s sense of work is probably warped since overtime is normal for her, and weekends get swallowed up too. Teachers really do have it tough. It messes with the chain of thought of even little girls like her.

“Of course, I’m not saying it’s free. If you’re willing to consistently help me out, I will officially allow you to use this classroom.”

“! R-Really…?”

“Really. I never go back on my word.”

I was completely shaken by her unexpected words. The shock was overwhelming, especially since I had already thought it was a given that I would have to let go.

I don’t want to do something for free, but it’s only natural to work for what you want. The proposal I’d hated so much now seemed so simple… Wait, could I really get a private room just by doing that? I found myself thinking that.

I’m such a shallow guy, aren’t I? I can’t resist the sweet temptation.

“I’ll do it! I’ll help you, sensei!”

A quick turnaround before Amami-sensei’s mood changes.

It doesn’t matter if they think I’m an easy target or a fool for falling for it. I’m someone who genuinely enjoys being alone. If I cared about what people thought, I couldn’t get anything done.

Amami-sensei clapped her small hands together, looking delighted.

“Looks like the deal’s done♪ Well then, I’m sorry for jumping right into this, but there’s something I’d like to ask of you, Himemiya-kun.”

“? What is it?”

“I’d like you to be the organizer for the class’s social gathering.”

“The organizer for the social gathering, you say?”

“Yes♪”

At this moment, I had no idea that this one request would lead to my peaceful life being thrown into turmoil.

※ ※ ※

By the time I had finished hearing all the details from Amami-sensei about the social gathering and the guidelines for using the private room, the sunset was already beginning.

It was an odd time of day for anything, so I decided to head home earlier than usual.

Regret comes too late. I should’ve known better than to head straight home.

“Ha-Haru-niii…! Haru-nii—!”

“…”

I had just arrived home, and as I opened the door to my room, my little sister Yuzu jumped on me, sobbing.

In a swimsuit.

“What the hell are you wearing…?”

It was like reuniting with a long-lost brother, as my little sister, in third grade, wailed as though this were some huge event, but really, this kind of thing happens all the time.

“So, what did you do this time…?”

“Come here!”

Without even being allowed to change, Yuzu shoved me forward, and we ended up in the bathroom.

I cautiously opened the bathroom door.

“Ugh…! This is disgusting…”

The bathtub was filled with seaweed—seaweed, and more seaweed.

It looked like Wakame-Ouji was sinking in there, with an overwhelming amount of seaweed floating in the tub, and a large, empty bag labeled “Wakame (Bulk Size)” left carelessly on the floor.

I slowly turned my gaze to the culprit, and she began to make excuses, twiddling her fingers.

“Well, well…! Yuzu saw a video where beads get bigger when you put them in water, and it seemed fun, so Yuzu thought she would try it too! But we don’t have those beads at home, so Yuzu thought, ‘Ah! Wakame!’ and put it in…” (T/N: She speaks in third person.)

“…”

“And then, whoa! It started to grow like crazy, and Yuzu was like, Hyaaaaah! and got scared, so Yuzu pulled the plug out. But the water just wouldn’t drain! Yuzu is gonna get in trouble with Mom for sure, so Yuzu was waiting for you, Haru-nii!”

“Why is it always that the solution you come up with is always waiting for me…?”

“Because Haru-nii is the cool Onii-chan who can live alone!”

“Don’t make me the cool Onii-chan who has to deal with seaweed, okay…?”

Her smile, filled with absolute admiration, made me lose the energy to be angry.

“Haa… Bring a bunch of trash bags. Also, get some pipe cleaner.”

“Okay♪!” Yuzu chirped as she ran off to the kitchen, while I began cleaning up the massive pile of seaweed, stripping off my school uniform.

“Maybe I should’ve just stayed at school or gone to a café… Anything but this.”

It’s not uncommon for Yuzu to be waiting for me at home with some sort of trouble. Whether it’s fighting with kids in the YouTuber comment section and getting banned, or trying to make iron balls by hammering aluminum foil in my room, the examples are endless.

Even if nothing’s wrong, she still wants to hang out or ask for help with homework. She can’t stand being apart from her older brother. Which is why I often just want some alone time and end up wandering after school, looking for peace.

I’m starting to wish for her rebellious phase to arrive soon…

As I thought about this, I plunged my hands into the stinky seaweed-filled bath and started tossing it into the trash bags.

Seriously, how did she even think of getting into a seaweed bath…?

※ ※ ※

The next morning, during the short homeroom, I gazed out the window at the sky that seemed like it might rain but wasn’t, when Amami-sensei, standing at the front of the class, caught everyone’s attention. As usual, she was small in stature, and to make up for her height, she stood on a flipped-over yellow bath bucket that also doubled as a container for chalk and attendance sheets. It was far more practical than carrying around a normal step stool. Though, when you run into her in the hallway, she looks like a young elementary schooler heading to the public bath… It’s almost like she always brings her own bucket with her to the baths…

“Okay, everyone! It’s already mid-April, have you all gotten used to the new school life?”

Her words sounded like something a children’s show host would say, though I think she’d be better suited for getting little kids to gather around her.

“Some of you have probably gotten used to it, while others might still be adjusting. So, here’s my suggestion. To help everyone get closer, I’d like to hold a class social gathering!”

Since I’d already heard about this the day before, I didn’t react much, but the classmates who were hearing this for the first time reacted in various ways. Whether they were for it or against it, it seemed like the right time for it—after all, once the mock club sign-up period ends at the end of April, real club activities start, and it’ll be a good excuse for people who don’t know each other well to gather on weekends.

“Of course, you don’t have to participate if you don’t want to, but I’m willing to pitch in a little from my own pocket money for it.”

When the students heard about the pocket money, they immediately started whispering excitedly.

“Ooh, I’m glad to be in Ama-chan’s class!” “Lucky us! She’s small, but super generous!” Some of the class clowns were making these comments, and Amami-sensei puffed her chest with pride. She’d won the hearts of the students in less than two weeks, which was impressive, but I couldn’t help but think: Is it really okay for an adult to win over students’ affection with money?

Then, her eyes casually flicked toward me.

“So! I’ll leave the details to the organizer. We’re looking for someone kind-hearted enough to volunteer! Is anyone interested?”

Don’t raise the bar like that…

But well, given the private room situation, I couldn’t ignore it. To stick to the deal I made with Amami-sensei, I slowly raised my hand.

For a split second, I could feel the class’s eyes on me, as if saying, “Eh? You?” The expression on their faces made it clear.

But soon, they all casually turned their attention back to the front. 

As expected, the ones who like to be loud only think about being loud, and the ones who want to stay unnoticed focus on staying unnoticed. No one wants to deal with something troublesome.

I’m the same way. If there’s no reason, I wouldn’t raise my hand. I even think those who raise their hands without a reason are the ones who’ve got something wrong with them.

Amami-sensei nodded, and just as I was about to lower my hand, thinking it was enough already…

The class started to stir.

“Sensei, I’ll do it with Himemiya-kun as the event organizer!”

Huh?

I turned to the person raising their hand and immediately understood why the class was so riled up.

It was because they thought this popular person could easily handle it.

Just in time, the bell rang, and with a satisfied look on her face, the teacher jumped off the bath bucket.

“Well then, thank you in advance ♪ Himemiya-kun and Misaki-san.”

“Yes! Let’s do our best, Himemiya-kun!”

“O-okay…”

The second event organizer, Misaki Karin, smiled at me with all the charm she could muster. Her smile was so dazzling that I could hardly give a response, unsure if it came out or not.

Why hadn’t I predicted this? If it’s Misaki, the well-loved and idealistic “Karin-sama,” it was pretty easy to imagine she’d volunteer as event organizer for something like this.

But still. Whether I could predict it or not didn’t change the fact that there was no reason for me not to volunteer. After all, the right to freely use the private room was at stake here.

I’ll think positively. There are tasks that are easier to handle if we split them between the two of us, and with Misaki’s popularity, there are many tasks that will be easier to manage.

※　※　※

After school. I was happily enjoying the time in the private room that I could now use without hesitation.

The weather was still as miserable as ever, with no sign of the clouds thinning out. In fact, they seemed to be getting thicker, and before long, small raindrops began to tap against the window.

Looking down at the field through the window, it was almost like the rain was a mere afterthought. All the clubs were going about their practices, completely undeterred by the weather.

I couldn’t help but think how cool it was. Watching them unleash all that excess energy, it looked pretty impressive from the outside. However, when I imagined myself joining them, I could only chuckle awkwardly. I just didn’t think I’d fit in at all.

Looking at the clock, it was almost 5 p.m. Deciding not to wait for the weather to get any worse, I stuffed the book I was reading back into my bag. Today was the day Yuzu went to her swimming school, so I figured once I got home, I could relax in my own room.

As I walked toward the main gate, feeling glad I’d brought my plastic umbrella, I heard a voice call out from behind.

“Hey, Himemiya-kun!”

When I turned around, I saw Misaki running toward me.

“Let me join you under the umbrella to the station!”

Misaki was standing there, her hands pressed together in a pleading gesture. Even in the light rain, she looked picture-perfect. Honestly, it seemed like she didn’t even need an umbrella.

But of course, I couldn’t just say, “Nope, sorry. This umbrella’s only big enough for one,” and leave her hanging. Instead, I shifted the umbrella so she could fit under it.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks!”

Her bright smile could probably blow away those thick clouds if she turned it toward the sky.

Misaki, ever polite, said, “Excuse me,” before stepping under the umbrella.

“Sorry about that. Let’s go.”

“Yeah.”

As soon as I took a step forward, Misaki followed, matching my pace. As expected of her, she wasn’t shy at all, her shoulder brushing against mine casually. With her, it almost felt like we were just friends, but if I were to lower my hand, it would seem like we were lovers walking side by side. I’m a high school guy, after all! It wasn’t like I was going to get overly excited about it, but when walking under the same umbrella with someone like Misaki—who could easily pass as a model or celebrity—it was hard not to be conscious of it.

Just as we passed through the gate, Misaki asked me,

“Are you going to check out a club too, Himemiya-kun?”

“Hm? Oh, no, that’s not it. I was just waiting for the weather to clear up, but since it started raining, I’m heading home.”

“Fufu.”

“Huh? Why’re you laughing?”

Did she suddenly think my face looked stupid or something?

Apparently not.

“Well, it’s just… You seem like the type who’d be all, ‘I like the rain…’ and stuff. You were staring at the sky during the morning short homeroom too.”

“What’s with that ‘cool’ vibe…? And besides, I actually prefer sunny weather. The rain just makes everything harder to carry around.”

“Yeah, I get that. It’s warm now, but I’m terrible with winter rain. Also, I’m not a fan of the rainy season, either. My hair gets all frizzy.”

It’s really a hassle, said Misaki as she nodded, her shiny hair swaying in the breeze. Even in the rain, her hair gleamed softly, but it seemed like she struggled with it during the rainy season.

“‘Also,’ does that mean you were checking out clubs too, Misaki?”

“Yeah. A few of the upperclassmen asked me to be a manager, so I went around checking out the clubs. I looked at every single club they invited me to, so I ended up here this late.”

It was typical of Misaki to make the effort to visit every club. Being popular must be exhausting.

Misaki let out a thoughtful “Hmm…” and then sighed.

“None of the clubs really clicked with me. I realized that just being pushed to check them out and feeling obligated to be a manager would be rude. I feel bad for the upperclassmen who probably got their hopes up because I visited, though.”

“You don’t have to worry about it. You were invited, so it’s not your fault.”

Really? Misaki’s face relaxed as if she was relieved, and then she smiled a little shyly.

“Well, I am bad at sports, so that’s part of it.”

“Huh, really? That’s surprising. I always thought you were the type who could do anything. You were top of the entrance exams and everything.”

“Me? Do anything? No way,” Misaki laughed, waving her hands and head dramatically.

“I definitely felt good about the entrance exams, but it was just luck. If I were someone who could do anything, I’d be going to a school with a higher entrance score than Otozuka High. Like Kanbe High or something.”

“Did you choose it because it’s close to your home?”

“Himemiya-kun, you read too many manga.”

Misaki looked up at me, her smaller frame almost peering up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

I couldn’t deny it, so I fell silent, and Misaki burst into laughter.

“Ha ha! I totally hit the nail on the head!”

But I felt no discomfort in her laughter. If anything, it almost felt like a compliment.

The journey back was no different; I was constantly amazed by Misaki’s communication skills. Even though we only had common topics like being the committee members of a casual social gathering, the conversation never got awkward or lost. No matter how trivial the topic, it felt like a special conversation just for the two of us. It was almost as if she was a magician, making me feel like it was an illusion.

What surprised me even more was how loved Misaki was, not just at school but outside of it as well.

As we passed by the bakery, the shopkeeper, who was sweeping in front of the store, smiled and said, “Oh, Karin-chan, be careful on your way home!” and waved us off. Misaki cheerfully waved back, saying, “Okay, I’ll come again to buy something soon!”

While waiting at the intersection for the light to change, an old man who seemed to have been helped by Misaki before called out, “Young lady, thanks for helping me last time. Share it with your friends,” and handed her a piece of wagashi (Japanese sweets). Misaki, with a bright and radiant smile, thanked him saying, “Wow! Strawberry Daifuku! Thank you!”

As we passed by a park, a large dog, disregarding its owner, ran up to Misaki and rubbed against her. “Taro is as lively as ever, huh? Hurry home or you’ll get all wet!” she said while crouching down to pet the dog, running her hands through its neck fur.

It wasn’t just humans who loved her, but animals too. No local idol, even a regional one, could compete with this.

“Wow, at this rate, you might make friends with everyone in this area before you graduate from high school.”

“Hehe. Of course, I want to get along with everyone in the neighborhood. But my goal is to get along with all the students in the school first!”

“All the students?”

“Yep!”

It was clear from her one simple reply that she wasn’t joking. Not only that, but even though her goal seemed almost impossible, I couldn’t help but think that, if anyone could easily achieve it, it would be her.

Misaki’s gentle eyes stared at the chaotic sky through the vinyl umbrella.

“The three years of high school will go by in the blink of an eye. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so it will definitely be fun if I can get along with everyone.”

To Misaki, the world wasn’t cloudy like the sky I saw, but a clear blue sky. However, if she truly looked forward to this uncertain world with all her heart, then we were probably seeing the same scenery.

As for me, the more I interacted with people, the more stress I accumulated, and I could only see it as more hassle. Above all, spending time alone felt much more comfortable and enjoyable.

Just like I couldn’t understand her, I was sure Misaki couldn’t understand my way of thinking either. The negative things I thought about were probably trivial in her eyes. And because they were trivial, she could treat people with kindness, regardless of their social status or age.

Conclusion: Misaki and I would never truly understand each other.

That being said, it didn’t really matter if we didn’t understand each other’s thoughts. I didn’t care to be understood, nor did I feel the need to understand her. What’s mine is mine, what’s others’ is theirs.

Whether you’re in the minority or majority, whether you believe in geocentrism or heliocentrism, as long as you can walk your own path with confidence, that’s all that matters.

A peaceful drink in the dry air.

Before I knew it, we were at the station. As we entered the rotary and I closed the umbrella, Misaki thanked me.

“Thank you, Himemiya-kun.”

Because her personal space was so close, she didn’t distance herself much from me, even while we were sharing the umbrella.

“I thought you’d be more of a stiff person, you know? Like the traditional ‘family head’ type, slamming the table and yelling ‘It’s my way or the highway!'”

“What kind of image is that…? Does ‘family head’ and ‘stiff’ mean that I’m stubborn?”

“Stubborn… or maybe I should say… how do I put it?”

It wasn’t quite what she meant, but it seemed like she couldn’t find the right way to express it.

“But, you know… actually, you give off an aura of ‘don’t talk to me’ quite a lot, don’t you?”

“I’m not intentionally giving off that aura. It just happens.”

“That’s basically the same thing…”

If it leaks naturally, then I’ll just keep leaking it. I don’t want to end up with cystitis from holding it in.

“You should smile more softly; you’ll make more friends that way. Smile, smile♪”

In response to Misaki’s perfect 120-point smile, I managed a polite, forced grin.

“Lift the corners of your mouth more!”

Misaki used both her index fingers to lift my cheeks. Given my deadpan expression, she burst into laughter, “……Pfft. Ahahahaha!” In the end, it only boosted her smile to a perfect 200 points.

After passing through the ticket gates, Misaki stopped at the central point where the platforms for Umeda and Himeji split.

“I’m heading to Himeji, but which way are you going, Himemiya-kun?”

“Umeda.”

“I see. Then I’ll say goodbye here.”

“Mm.”

I’m well aware that my lack of enthusiasm contrasts sharply with Misaki’s friendliness. This is just how I am by default, and I have no intention of changing it.

“Take this umbrella. I live close to the station.”

I offered her the umbrella’s handle. Misaki seemed taken aback by my unexpected gesture, but quickly nodded and returned to her usual cheerful smile.

“Himemiya-kun, you’re such a traditionalist! That just made my heart skip a beat.”

“……Please don’t say things like that; it’s hard to respond.”

Misaki laughed, “Ahaha!” But when she heard the announcement for her direct express train, she muttered regretfully, “Oh… the train’s here already.”

I shook the umbrella, urging her to take it, but she said,

“See you tomorrow!”

“I said take the umbrella──…”

Clearly having no intention of taking it, Misaki hurried toward the escalator leading to the platform.

Just before the escalator, she turned back to me, still standing there. She pulled something out of her bag and held it up.

It was a foldable umbrella.

“That girl…”

With a triumphant smile, Misaki waved at me.

“Let’s do our best as orientation event organizers! I’ll fully support your efforts, Himemiya-kun!”

“Huh? Oh, yeah…”

Was her refusal of the umbrella because she wanted to kill time on her way home, or because we were both event organizers, or was she just trying to be friendly with me?

Once Misaki was out of sight, I headed toward the Umeda platform. As I rode the escalator, I felt something was off about her parting words.

“Must be my imagination,” I thought, putting on my earphones and playing some music.

※ ※ ※

The next morning, the sky was clear, as if the previous night’s rain had been a lie. The school grounds were completely dry, not a single puddle in sight.

Hoping for another uneventful day, I made my way to my seat.

But there, I found:

“Good morning, Himemiya-kun!”

“Oh, uh… hi…”

I was taken aback. Sitting in my seat was the school idol, Misaki.

“Thanks again for yesterday.”

Despite it being morning, her smile was radiant, showing no trace of fatigue, rivaling even a weather forecaster’s brightness.

The stares from around us were painful. Their expressions alone conveyed, “What’s going on?” or “Himemiya of all people?” It was impressive how they could act so well. They should consider pursuing acting, only to despair at the vastness of the world.

I wanted to scold her about the umbrella, but I didn’t want to draw more attention, so I let it go.

I shooed her away from my seat and sat down.

“Is this about the orientation event?”

As soon as I spoke, Misaki’s usually soft expression turned sharp, her teary eyes narrowing. She looked miffed.

“It hurts when you act like I’m only allowed to talk to you if I have a reason.”

“But it *is* about the event, right?”

“You’re so blunt.”

Misaki briefly stuck out her tongue but quickly dropped the act and returned to her usual smile.

“Like I said yesterday, we’re starting today.”

“What do you want me to do?”

As if waiting for my question, Misaki thrust her palm toward me.

“Five people, Himemiya-kun.”

“Five people?”

“Yeah. Let’s start by having you talk to five boys in the class.”

“……Huh?”

What is she saying?

I genuinely had no idea. I rubbed my temples, closed my eyes, and tried to think, but it made no sense. I looked at Misaki, who was still smiling.

Her confused tilt of the head was annoyingly cute, and it irritated me. What’s with this girl?

“……Wait. Isn’t the plan to organize the orientation event?”

Misaki wagged her finger, as if to say I didn’t get it.

“Himemiya-kun, you’re not even at the stage of planning the event. Let’s start with a warm-up: communicating properly with everyone.”

So, like a rookie needing experience before becoming a sage?

I’d never heard of needing to build communication skills before planning an event.

…Ridiculous.

Essentially, Misaki was testing me. She wanted to see if I, who always sat alone, had the communication skills to smoothly handle the event planning.

No, that’s not it. She already assumed I lacked those skills, which is why she’s giving me this mission. Well, she’s right about that.

Just a moment ago, I might have flipped the bird and said, “I refuse. Communication can go to hell.” Maybe I would’ve flipped Misaki off and had my fingers broken by the guys in class.

But now, the words “private room” pop into my head. And even Amami-sensei’s advice echoes in my mind:

“Communication skills are essential for school events.”

Hmm… When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Especially since I’ve never led people before, Misaki’s proposal—coming from a communication monster—feels oddly reasonable for handling the event organizer role.

And not just that,

“Things have an order, so let’s take it one step at a time. Of course, I’ll help too. Okay?”

Even though it’s unnecessary work for Misaki and all about me, being asked so earnestly makes me feel awkward. Though it’s still an unwelcome favor.

Is this also for the private room…?

“Sigh… So, I just need to talk to five guys?”

“Yep!”

In contrast to my reluctance, Misaki cheers, “Good job, Himemiya-kun!” What’s so great about it?

“Let’s start right away. Do your best!”

“Got it.”

“Even just a word or two is fine, so take it slow and stay calm.”

I nod and reluctantly get up, with Misaki standing beside me.

“Huh? Misaki, you’re coming too?”

“Yep! I’ll be right here to support you, so don’t worry.”

“No, I’m fine on my own.”

“……Huh?”

I mean, I want to be alone.

Is this payback? Now Misaki’s the one freezing like, What is he saying? Watching her stunned face doesn’t make me think anything beyond, She’s so put-together, and it’s a waste of time.

I stretch and look around. Most classmates are already here, chatting with friends until the bell rings, fiddling with their phones, or rushing to finish homework.

Alright, I’ve got my targets.

“Are you really okay…? I’ll come with you, just in case.”

“Overprotective mom, huh? Just watch from there.”

“But you shouldn’t push yourself too hard──”

And there he goes… With Misaki’s words trailing behind me, I head to the window seat guys.

As I arrive,

“Iba. Sorry, but it’s cold, so can you close the window?”

“Sure thing.”

“Thanks.”

First one done.

Nearby, I approach Ameya and Takechi.

Ameya, did you even look in the mirror today?

“Ameya. Your bedhead’s terrible.”

“Huh…? I put wax in it, though…”

“Eh.”

Not just me, even Takechi is shocked by this revelation.

Regrettable, but the sooner you accept reality, the better.

“Girls are saying your bedhead’s bad, so if you’re styling it, do it properly.”

“……That’s… a lie, right…?”

No matter how stylish you try to be, that hair won’t cut it.

“Do you think I’d bother talking to you just to lie?”

“……No.”

“Buy a magazine and try harder. Oh, and Takechi, morning.”

“Huh! Oh, uh, morning…”

Second and third done.

As I head back to my seat, I overhear two guys talking.

“What elective are you taking for art?”

“What were the options? Art, music, and…?”

“Calligraphy.”

“Oh, right! Thanks, man!”

“No problem.”

Fourth and fifth done. Finished.

It took less than three minutes, I think. I sit back in my seat and address Misaki, who’s frozen with her mouth hanging open.

“Is this good enough?”

After a few seconds of silence, Misaki finally snaps out of it, completely excited.

“Perfect, Himemiya-kun! Not only did you do it alone, but you finished way faster than I expected! Though your grumpy attitude was a bit concerning!”

Sorry for being grumpy.

And,

“It’s just talking, right? Did you really think I was that bad at it?”

“!”

Misaki stops clapping, looks away, and starts whistling nonchalantly.

“Seriously, you…”

“B-But! I’ve never seen you talk to anyone before. I just assumed you were shy…”

“Don’t underestimate me. I’m not unable to talk; I just don’t feel like it.”

“Then talk more!”

I’ll talk if there’s a reason.

“But if it’s a pleasant surprise, that’s great. If you’re not resistant to talking, I’ll give you more challenging or specific tasks next time.”

“You’re still going on with this…?”

“The journey’s just begun, you know?”

Even if you say, “Our battle is just starting!” or whatever, I think we can wrap this up. Just end it with, “Look forward to Himemiya Haruichi’s next life!” on the last page.

※　※　※

Throughout the subsequent breaks, Misaki’s mysterious communication lessons continued, aimed at improving my social skills. It was just a warm-up, so it wasn’t too intense—just completing the tasks she assigned. Initially, being with Misaki drew curious and envious glances, but once it was recognized as part of the orientation event duties, it became less noticeable. Though, honestly, it wasn’t really work.

Will this actually improve my communication skills? Will there ever be a day when I think, “Ah! I’ve done this situation in Benesse Correspondence Education!”? Absolutely not.

But, as I’ve said repeatedly, it’s for the private room.

After 1st period break. Task: Listen to a classmate’s consultation.

“Okay, Himemiya-kun? This task involves finding someone who’s troubled or worried and listening to their consultation. It’s harder than the last task, but do your best!”

“Got it.”

With Misaki’s encouragement, I walked around the classroom. I spotted two guys huddled over a part-time job magazine on a desk.

From their conversation, it seemed they were looking for a place to work together.

“We’ve narrowed it down, but where should we apply?”

“Hmm… The conditions are pretty similar, so anywhere’s fine. Honestly, if the workplace has good relationships, I’m fine with lower pay.”

“I get that, but you can’t tell the workplace relationships from just the magazine…”

“You can usually tell the bad ones.”

“Huh?”

Like an outsider chiming in, I appeared behind them. The two froze, thinking, “What’s his name again?” I pointed to a store marked with a red circle in the magazine.

“For example, this yakiniku restaurant claims, ‘All staff are like family,’ but the photo shows a clear divide between flashy and plain groups. It’s likely a lie.”

“Really…?” “It’s true…”

Next, I pointed to another marked store.

“This izakaya is suspicious too. They’re hiring a lot of people with great conditions—work 3 hours a week, high pay, free hairstyle and nails, easy work—but if it’s that good, there’s probably a problem with the relationships.”

“Oh, I see…”

The two nodded in realization.

“What about this place? Or this one? Actually, just pick the good ones for us!”

“Sure.” I turned to Misaki.

“You cleared it, and it’s impressive! But the advice feels sneaky, so I can’t praise you outright…”

After 2nd period break. Task: Compliment 10 good things about your classmates.

“Okay, Himemiya-kun? Even one thing per person is fine. Just honestly say what you think is good about them. It takes courage to express it in words, so try your best!”

“Sigh.”

With Misaki’s encouragement, I looked around the classroom. I spotted a group of popular guys chatting near the lockers: the handsome Namikawa Shuntarou and his sidekicks, Ikaru and Natsukoshi.

“Shun-kun, you beat the tennis club captain even though you’re just a trial member? That’s insane! You’re already the ace! Or the captain!”

“It was just a mini-game, though. You’re exaggerating.”

“But you competed in the national middle school tournament and have been playing tennis since you were five, right? No wonder the captain lost.”

“Namikawa’s handsome and good at tennis? Amazing.”

“Whoa?!”

Surprised by my sudden approach, the group reacted loudly.

Hello everyone, good morning, afternoon, and evening. I’m Himemiya, the third sidekick.

It’s my turn now.

“Namikawa is handsome, good at tennis, tall, stylish, popular, and refreshing.”

“Uh, thanks…”

Four more to go.

“Natsukoshi has stylish hair, a stylish uniform, and stylish shoes.”

“Such variety…”

One more.

“Ikaru… uh… Yeah, you have a loud voice.”

“……Oh…”

Complete.

I excused myself from the confused group and turned to Misaki.

“The boldness to just jump into a conversation is actually impressive…”

After 3rd period break. Task: Join a group of girls’ conversation.

“Okay, Himemiya-kun? So far, you’ve only talked to boys, but this time it’s girls, and specifically a group. It’s a high hurdle, and I know it’s nerve-wracking, but do your best!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

With Misaki’s encouragement, I listened closely in the classroom and caught a conversation among three girls—typical girl talk.

“How many people in our class do you think have boyfriends or girlfriends?”

“Hmm, since we’ve just started high school, probably just a few.”

“I agree. Karin and Namikawa probably have partners, so maybe 4 or 5 people?”

“Misaki doesn’t seem to have one, so maybe 3 or 4?”

“Eh?”

Excuse me for interrupting their lively discussion.

“I’ve seen Misaki turn down confessions because she says, ‘Right now, I’d rather make more friends than have a boyfriend, sorry.’”

“Really?!”

“Tell us more!”

“Sit down, sit down!”

True to their nature, the girls’ suspicion of me vanished the moment the topic turned to romance.

Being gently urged, I sat down on the chair, and the “Girls Talk with H (Himemiya)” was formed.

I quickly turned to Misaki.

“You’re amazing at blending into girl talk! But why do you know that?”

“I happened to witness it while taking a leisurely walk around the school.”

※ ※ ※

During lunch break, Misaki’s expression was overflowing with joy.

“Himemiya-kun, you’re amazing! We’ve almost finished all the tasks I prepared for the morning!”

“Is that so.”

Doing unfamiliar things continuously would exhaust anyone’s heart. Mine was already thin to begin with.

“Almost, meaning there’s more right? What do I do next?”

I’m not particularly motivated. I just want to finish quickly and return to my peaceful time. I’m the type who finishes summer homework in July to enjoy August. However, Misaki seems to think my actions stem from enthusiasm.

Look closer. The man reflected in your sparkling eyes has a dead expression.

Since it’s already dead, you wouldn’t notice, huh? Idiot.

As I indulged in pointless self-retorts, Misaki changed the atmosphere, saying, “I’ll announce the next task.”

“Talk to 40 classmates.”

“That’s quite a lot. Basically, everyone.”

“I actually scrapped this task. The scope was too broad, and its simplicity made it harder.”

I understand why it was scrapped. Talking to the entire class means I can’t choose who to approach, like before. Worse, I’d have to talk to people who aren’t welcoming. Someone as popular as Misaki could easily achieve this. But for someone in the middle tier, it would be challenging, and for someone in my caste, most wouldn’t be able to do it.

Misaki looked straight at me.

“I scrapped it, but seeing how easily you’ve handled the tasks, I thought you might be able to do this. It’s incredibly difficult, but I’d like you to try this as a final test. Can you do it?”

If it had been, “Do it because you have nothing else to do,” I would’ve rejected it. But Misaki seemed to have her reasons.

“If it’s the last task, I’ll do it.”

“Thank you!”

She’s something else. She’s proposing this for me, yet she’s grateful.

“Let’s aim to finish by this weekend.”

“Got it.”

Soon, a girl at the entrance called out, “Karin-chan, someone from the next class is calling you!”

“Okay, sorry Himemiya-kun. I’ll go since I’m being called.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s the culmination of everything so far, so it’ll be tough, but do your best!” Misaki waved as she left. I looked up at the wall clock. Half the time remained.

Without Misaki, talking to anyone else would be meaningless, but I could still work on the task.

Suppressing my desire for solitude, I left the classroom.

※ ※ ※

During the short homeroom at the end of the day, Amami-sensei, sitting in the wind bath, finished her usual announcements. Finally, she looked around and asked, “Does anyone have anything to report?” Usually, there’s nothing, and we end with closing remarks, but today was different.

Misaki exclaimed, “Huh?”

Because I raised my hand.

“Yes, Himemiya-kun. Go ahead.”

With Amami-sensei’s permission, I stood up and addressed the class.

“To understand participation numbers and preferred dates for the orientation event, please fill out the survey sheets I’ll distribute now.”

I handed out 40 homemade survey sheets, printed during lunch with Amami-sensei’s help, row by row.

I’m the type who starts summer homework the day it’s assigned. I made the survey sheets the night Amami-sensei asked me to be the organizer.

“Once you’re done, bring them to me. The deadline is this weekend.”

After distributing all the sheets, I looked at Misaki.

Her expression was wide-eyed, her mouth forming an inverted triangle.

“Eh… What…?”

As if she’d been waiting for me to finish my cleaning duty, Misaki entered the classroom and approached me.

She wasn’t angry but flustered.

“Himemiya-kun! Why didn’t you talk to everyone and just handed out the survey sheets?!”

“By distributing survey sheets to all 40 classmates, I just need to collect them, and I’ll have spoken to everyone.”

“Oh… I see.”

“I know it was wrong to proceed with the orientation event tasks on my own, but we needed to coordinate schedules anyway. It’s a win-win, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so…”

Misaki seemed somewhat unconvinced but also nodded in agreement, muttering to herself.

“If we’re judging whether it’s done or not, it’s more than done… Creating a reason to talk to everyone in just a few hours, speaking naturally in front of everyone… There really are no issues…”

After a moment of self-reflection, Misaki finally seemed satisfied with her conclusion, nodding firmly. With a bright smile, she declared,

“The communication workshop is officially complete.”

“Is that okay? I’ve only distributed the survey sheets so far.”

“Just creating a reason to talk to everyone in one day is enough to pass. Plus, seeing you speak in front of everyone, I’m convinced there are no problems.”

Misaki congratulated me again, clapping her hands, and I let out a sigh of relief.

“Finally, it’s over…”

Today was exhausting. Despite it being for the private room, I’d been constantly working on Misaki’s tasks during breaks. I was tired, and my alone time had been severely cut into.

I just want to relax in the private room…

Adjusting my bag, I said, “Well, I’ll be going now,” and started to leave.

“Wait, Himemiya-kun.”

“Hmm? Is there something else?”

“No, but since we’re here, let’s all go home together.”

“Huh?”

By “all,” she probably meant the two girls waiting at the classroom entrance, who were close to Misaki. They seemed to be waiting for our conversation to end.

“Let’s go home together. Okay?”

“Uh, sorry. I’m staying at school a bit longer.”

“……Huh?”

Perhaps she didn’t expect me to refuse. Misaki’s cheerful expression suddenly clouded over. Her reaction seemed overly dramatic for just being turned down.

“You can’t go home with us…?”

“Yeah, I can’t.”

“Like no chance…?”

“Yeah.”

It can’t be helped. I want to relax alone in my private room.

Still unsatisfied with my answer, Misaki continued to stare at me.

What’s this? It feels like she’s scrutinizing me.

I don’t get it.

“Sorry, but I’m leaving now.”

As I tried to leave again, Misaki said, “Oh—uh, yeah… See you tomorrow,” in a tone unlike her usual self.

On my way out of the classroom, heading to the private room, I couldn’t help but wonder:

Why was Misaki so disappointed?

Did she want everyone to go home together amicably?  

Was she planning to discuss the orientation event on the way home?  

Was it unexpected for someone as popular as her to be turned down?

None of the answers felt quite right.

Thinking about something unclear is a waste of time.

Switching gears, I thought about how I’d enjoy my alone time as I walked down the hallway.

※ ※ ※

Arriving at the private room, I stretched. Though still a bit dusty, it was comfortable just being in a space all to myself. Especially since I’d worked so hard today to protect this room, the comfort felt even greater.

Usually, I’d sit in one chair and enjoy my alone time, but today was special. I laid down on three chairs arranged like a bed.

The gentle spring breeze through the slightly open window felt pleasant, and the soft sunlight warmed my body. I felt like I was lying on a veranda.

“Ah… This is what I live for… Or rather, I could die happy now…”

Being alone is the best…

I’d worked hard today, so it’s okay to relax like this.

My slightly open eyes slowly closed, and my consciousness began to fade. Sleep was close.

No need to resist. I closed my eyes completely.

—

How long had I slept?

“Wake up. Come on, Himemiya-kun.”

“……Mm.”

Who is it? Who’s disrupting my luxurious time?

“…………Tch.”

“A click of the tongue?! That’s sleep talking, right?! Not on purpose, right?!”

The voice grew louder, and my body was shaken vigorously, leaving me no choice but to wake up.

Opening my eyes,

“Mi… Saki? ……Misaki?!”

“Ah, you’re finally awake. Good morning.”

“Oh, uh… hi…”

Misaki greeted me with a smile brighter than the setting sun.

Being woken up by a newlywed wife in the morning is probably a top-tier scenario for men. But it’s still afternoon, and I plan to stay single for life, so it doesn’t resonate. Worse, being woken up against my will has me feeling murderous.

Misaki, standing above me, placed her hands on her thighs to avoid showing anything under her skirt, but her pose emphasizing her chest was oddly seductive and erotic.

This isn’t the time for such thoughts!

“D-Didn’t you go home? And how did you even get here?!”

“Well, I really needed to tell Himemiya-kun something, so I came back. I saw Amami-sensei and asked if she knew where you were, and she said you were probably here.”

That little girl ratted me out…

While there’s no need to be secretive anymore, I still don’t want this place exposed. If the party crowd finds out, my sanctuary could turn into their playground.

Even if it does, I’ll stay put no matter what. I’ll practice breakdancing right in the middle of their card game.

I couldn’t keep staring at Misaki’s alluring pose, so I got up and sat in one of the chairs. Misaki stopped her half-crouch, ending the bonus time.

“Misaki, if it’s about the orientation event, we could’ve talked tomorrow. There’s no rush, and no need to come back just for that.”

“It’s not that.”

“Hmm?”

“I said it, didn’t I? That I came back because there’s something I really need to tell you.”

“Something you need to tell me?”

Before I knew it, Misaki’s expression was completely serious. Her usual smile turning into a straight face was enough to tell this was serious. Was it related to what happened earlier?

Misaki took a step, then another, closing the distance between us. She sat in the chair next to me, turning her body to face me. The chairs were packed tightly together, leaving almost no gap. This meant Misaki and I were closer than when sharing an umbrella.

At such close range, being stared at by the school idol’s clear eyes, anyone would feel trapped and hold their breath.

“Himemiya-kun.”

“Wh-What is it…?”

“Just a little more courage, and you’ll definitely get along with everyone in the class.”

“…………Huh?”

What?

“With just a little more courage, Himemiya-kun, you’ll be able to get along with everyone in the class!”

“…”

“Yesterday, walking home with you was fun, and today you were talking naturally with everyone. I didn’t even need to give you those tasks.”

“…”

“Sorry, I invited you to go home with Erena and Ruri because I wanted you to get along with them, but I guess going home with three girls is embarrassing. Tomorrow, I’ll invite some boys too, so let’s go home together.”

“Uhm—-”

“And—if you’re still scared to talk to others, let’s go home just the two of us until you get used to it. Little by little, you’ll be able to talk to anyone!”

Even after I tried to interrupt, Misaki kept speaking, convinced she was doing it for my sake. The more she talked, the more I realized her massive misunderstanding.

And then she said the decisive words:

“Since you volunteered to be the organizer to make friends, let’s take that last step!”

My brain exploded. A sudden headache hit, and I slammed my head onto the table.

“Hi-Himemiya-kun?!”

Ouch, ouch, ouch… I need painkillers… Not the half-kindness type, but the pure 100% kind…

I never imagined it. Misaki must have thought I was some poor fool who volunteered to be on the committee just to make friends… All these tasks for today… were they just part of the ‘make friends’ scheme…? It wasn’t really about the event, was it…?

Thinking about it, it makes sense. If someone who’s always alone volunteers to be the organizer, people would assume there’s a reason. From a philanthropist’s perspective, they’d think I wanted friends.

Misaki, who has no idea why I’m feeling down, looks flustered. Even so, she tries to cheer me up, though it’s like she’s rubbing salt in the wound.

“I-It’s okay! I’ll help you get along with everyone!”

She’s super kind, but super overly meddlesome too… Ugh, I just wanna hit the cooling off button…

Slowly lifting my head from the table, I faced the philanthropist. Her smile was blinding, too blinding.

“I feel sick…”

“Saying that while looking at someone’s face is rude you know?!”

“Sorry… Your kindness is overwhelming… It’s making me nauseous…”

“Overwhelming?!” Misaki kept questioning, still worriedly peering at my face. She’s genuinely a good person.

So I had to make it clear, completely.

“Misaki.”

“Yeah…?”

“I didn’t volunteer to be the organizer because I wanted friends.”

“……Huh?”

As expected, Misaki was shocked.

“T-Then why did you volunteer?”

“Amami-sensei promised I could use this empty classroom freely, and in exchange, I agreed to be the organizer.”

“Oh… I see… I just assumed since you’re always alone, you wanted friends… B-But! Maybe you realy do want fr—-”

“No I don’t.”

I quickly cut her off with a firm “No.” No room for, “Would you like to share some fries?”

Misaki’s smile faltered, like a fish out of water.

“I love being alone. I don’t particularly need friends. If anything, I’d rather not have my alone time restricted.”

I felt a bit guilty for rejecting her kindness, but I couldn’t lie about my feelings. Alone time is irreplaceable. I want to do what I want, without worrying about others.

Thus, Misaki’s misguided support for my friendship-making ends today.

In conclusion, even the school idol, philanthropist, and Karin-sama, Misaki, can be wrong. Don’t worry, Misaki. Let’s move on.

Seeing Misaki’s human mistake was a valuable observation.

I tried to stand up to see her off, but Misaki remained seated, not moving.

“Misaki?”

Just as I was still caught up in my confusion, it only lasted a moment—

“…Un,” Misaki nodded meaningfully, then lifted her face.

“Hey, Himemiya-kun. Even if you feel like you’re being tricked, why not just try giving this whole ‘making friends’ thing a shot?”

“…Huh?”

“Living all alone… it’s just too sad.”

“…Being alone is sad?”

“Yeah. I mean, nothing beats laughing together with everyone, right? I’m sure that once you make some friends, Himemiya-kun, you’ll come to feel the same way. So let’s try, together, to make some friends.”

Misaki stretches out her hand toward me.

“I’ll help you with everything I’ve got! So let’s say goodbye to that lonely life of yours, okay?”

Once she finishes pouring her entire heart out, Misaki returns to her usual soft, gentle smile.

Her eyes shine with pure compassion. Like someone offering an umbrella to a stray dog standing in the middle of a downpour… Like someone handing a warm bowl of soup to a homeless person shivering in the freezing cold of a winter park…

The person reflected in her eyes—me—is clearly something small, pitiful, and fragile.

And that’s exactly why… my lips begin to tremble.

“To…”

It’s okay. Take your time. I’ll be here, ready to listen. Misaki’s smile doesn’t waver in the slightest.

“T… To… T…”

“Un.”

That damn smile—so innocent, so perfect—I couldn’t hold back my trembling fury any longer.

“TO HELL WITH YOU, YOU DAMN PHILANTHROPISTTTTT!!”

“…Haeh!?”

Misaki freezes like a pigeon that just got blasted by a Browning M2 machine gun. Too stunned to even blink.

But I don’t give a damn.

I shoot up to my feet and, with all the force I can muster, thrust my middle finger in her direction like a war cry.

“I’ve had it! I’ve seriously HAD IT! I sit here quietly, and you just keep dishing out whatever the hell you want to say! What, my way of life is definitely wrong? Living alone is sooo lonely? What, your lifestyle comes with a freakin’ JIS certification stamp or something!? A generalization is just a generalization, damn it! I’ll decide my own standards for life, so stop butting in where you’re not wanted, you nosy goodie-two-shoes!”

Most of the time, I can endure. I can let stuff slide.

But this—this is sacred ground. My solitude is my policy. And if you’re gonna trample all over that, even without bad intentions, then we’ve got a serious problem. No—especially because you mean well, it makes it even worse.

That stray dog in the rain? Maybe he was just trying to take a shower.

That homeless guy shaking in the winter park? Maybe the soup you gave him had something he absolutely hated in it.

Anything is possible. The world is full of things only the person living it could ever understand.

So don’t go acting like your philanthropist worldview is some universal truth.

“Yeah, maybe your face is super freakin’ cute! Maybe your personality’s freakin’ perfect! Maybe you’re high-spec as hell! Maybe everyone and their grandma loves you! But that doesn’t make you right about everything, dammit!!”

“H-Himemiya-kun…!”

“What?”

“B-being told all that stuff… like, right to my face… it’s, um… really embarrassing…”

“WHO THE HELL GETS SHY IN THE MIDDLE OF A LECTURE!?”

“Even during a lecture, it’s still embarrassing!”

Is your head full of McDonald’s Happy Meal toys or what!? And don’t act like this is the first time you’ve heard it!

Misaki presses her blushing cheeks as I turn away from her, draining what’s left of my half-full PET bottle in one big gulp. Hydrating the rage and cooling myself down.

It’s been ages since I shouted like that.

But don’t expect me to go easy just ’cause you’re a girl. Chivalry is dead. Long live equality.

Besides, I’ve got no clue if this girl’s even feeling a shred of remorse right now.

“Listen up, Misaki. Since we’re already here, I’m gonna lay it out straight for your sake. And lemme tell you, me thinking about someone else is a rare occurrence, so you better listen carefully.”

“Y-Yes…”

“Don’t just go around offering a helping hand to anyone and everyone. Think about what each person might be feeling before you reach out.”

“!?”

Misaki’s big eyes go even wider. Seems like that one finally struck home.

She’s not a bad person. In fact, she’s probably not bad at all.

She’s just… way too kind to everyone. So kind that she forgot to consider whether they wanted her kindness in the first place.

“Don’t assume everyone’s excited for school trips or pajama parties. Some people can’t even sleep unless they’re alone. Don’t assume rabbits die from loneliness either. If anything, they’d drop dead from all the noise. Not everyone’s a riajuu who’s all, ‘Ue~~~i ww! Ocean in the background, one hand in the air, DON!! Ue~~~i ww!’ type of party freak. There are folks who just wanna quietly sunbathe by the beach, y’know. …You get what I’m trying to say?”

“U-uh huh… I feel like I caught a bit of darkness just now though…”

There is no darkness. Only truth.

Finishing the task, I let out a long sigh. The weight suddenly drops on me like a ton of bricks. I can’t help it—I sink deep into the chair.

“As long as you get it, that’s enough. You can go home now.”

Good work today~ I flick my hand lazily toward the door.

But Misaki still doesn’t leave.

“What is it? If it’s about the committee work, don’t worry about it. I figured I’d be doing it alone from the start.”

“I’m sorry!”

“!”

Misaki bows her head. And I can tell—she’s actually feeling guilty.

“I realized you were totally right, Himemiya-kun! From now on, I’ll try harder to understand how people feel and reach out to them the right way!”

“…O-oh…”

When someone apologizes that sincerely, it kinda makes me feel like I went too hard on her earlier…

“Well, I mean… everyone makes mistakes, right? As long as you learn from it moving forward, I don’t mind at all. So, c’mon, raise your head.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

Misaki lifts her head. She looks so genuinely happy to be forgiven, her face beaming with energy again.

And with that sunshine smile that could win over anyone, Misaki says:

“From now on, I’ll try to be more mindful of your feelings when I talk to you, Himemiya-kun.”

“…Ha?”

“I’m gonna work hard so that someday you’ll call me your friend! And I’ll keep doing my best as the committee head too, so count on me!”

“……”

I couldn’t even close my mouth.

I honestly thought I’d roasted her enough that she’d never wanna come near me again.

What is this iron-willed mental fortress? Does she have an A.T. Field around her heart or something?

And more importantly—don’t just ignore the part where I said I like being alone, dammit…!

As I was trying to figure out how to convince this saint of a human being otherwise, Amami-sensei popped into view at the doorway. She’s so tiny I didn’t even notice her.

She’s holding a bath bucket in both hands and nodding to herself like she just witnessed youth itself unfold. Classic sensei.

Before I can even throw her a lifeline, Misaki starts talking to her.

“Ama-chan-sensei! I’d like to use this classroom too, if that’s okay!”

“Go right ahead~”

Amami-sensei replies without even a pause, all breezy and pleasant.

Not pleasant for me, though!

“Nooo thank you! If Misaki’s gonna use the room too, then what was the point of me helping you out in the first place?! If it’s not a private room anymore, the whole appeal of this classroom’s cut in half!”

Amami-sensei touches a finger to her lips, mulling it over like she’s doing deep philosophical math.

“Hmm… Well, that’s true, but Misaki-san’s also volunteered to help with the event. I don’t want to play favorites by siding with just you, Himemiya-kun.”

Ugh… When you put it like that, I got nothing…

I try to glare at Misaki out of sheer spite, but she just sticks her tongue out playfully—Blep—and then gives me a big ol’ radiant smile.

Now I’m mad and I think it’s cute. That just pisses me off more!

“Well then! How about this—why don’t we do a trial period for Misaki-san?”

Both Misaki and I say in perfect sync:

“‘Trial period?’”

“She can use the room during the time she’s committee head. After that, we’ll reconsider. Sound good?”

“Isn’t that just… postponing the problem?”

“It’s a trial period for you, Himemiya-kun, so I’m not budging any further! If you insist on using the room solo, that’s fine—but then I’ll just have Misaki-san help me out instead.”

Amami-sensei sets the class roster and a bunch of other stuff onto the long desk, then flips the bath bucket upside down and stands on it, looking down at me in my chair.

I want to kick that damn bucket.

“I respect your solo lifestyle philosophy, Himemiya-kun. But I also respect Misaki-san’s belief that life’s more fun with lots of friends. I’m staying neutral. So if she voluntarily wants to understand you and become your friend, I’d like to support that.”

Voluntarily. The word all teachers love. Translation: “If something goes wrong, don’t blame me—it was the student’s choice.”

But still… I am the one being unreasonable and selfish here, aren’t I?

“Please, Himemiya-kun! Just while I’m committee head, like sensei said!”

Misaki clasps her hands together, begging like she’s praying to a deity—me, of all people.

Why is she so determined to bond with others?

Was she a literal angel in her past life? Or maybe a war criminal trying to redeem herself?

Doesn’t matter. A loner like me could never understand someone like her.

“…Fine. Just while you’re committee head, got it?”

I give in with a sigh. After everything yesterday and today, I’ve learned one thing—this girl is stubborn as hell. Arguing won’t get me anywhere. Better to endure it until the end of April when the event’s over. By then, she’ll realize I’m serious about my solo creed and back off.

What’s got her so happy?

Misaki, her smile blooming in full pride like a flower in the sun, suddenly pulled out her smartphone from her pocket and rushed straight toward me.

She’s way too dazzling… like, seriously blinding.

“Himemiya-kun! Let’s trade LINE info!”

I snatch my phone from the desk and stuff it in my chest pocket like lightning.

“No—wait, I mean, I don’t use LINE.”

“Don’t lie! C’mon, let’s follow follow each other! Shake your phone, not your head!”

That night, after being forcibly made to exchange contacts, I received a message:

“Looking forward to tomorrow too!”

—complete with a cheerful sticker.

Of course, I left her on read.