ROUND 5 – You Want to Make Me Eat a Lot, Right? 1
“Yo yo yo, Mamori Suzufumi-san yo”
In class 2-A, second row from the windowside, second seat from the front.
The moment I sat down in my seat, the thug in the seat in front of me glared at me.
“Good morning, Hozumi.”
“I’m so angry, man. I thought you were my friend.”
“Well, thanks for that.”
Yesterday, during the opening ceremony, he wouldn’t stop bragging about his girlfriend to me, but today he’s openly expressing the complete opposite emotion.
He’s a busy guy, flipping between being sweet and angry.
“You confessed to Arisu Yuzuki, didn’t you?”
The pencil case I was about to put away slipped from my hands.
“…Why do you know that?”
“I heard it from a friend in the student council. They said you called Arisu Yuzuki to the Resource Room after school yesterday.”
As expected, it’s impossible to keep things secret.
From a senior to a junior, then to their friends——I thought I felt an unusual number of gazes on me from the moment I stepped onto the school grounds today, and it seems it wasn’t just my imagination.
“After all that preaching to others, you’re overtaking corners yourself, huh? You’re pretending to be a sensible person.”
“Common sense doesn’t apply to love.”
“Well, I understand the feeling of awakening to a forbidden love.”
As expected, a man who has a teacher as a lover catches on quickly.
By the way, the teacher Hozumi is dating was a Japanese history teacher.
She’s usually a calm and collected woman, but she seems to be surprisingly proactive in love.
“Jokes aside, be careful not to attract strange rivalry from those you don’t know. You’re the one who will be in trouble if you get entangled with those pesky fans.”
Thanks for the warning, my friend.
He’s right, I want to spend my high school life peacefully. If there are hardcore fans of Yuzuki in the school, it wouldn’t be strange to receive a night raid.
For a while, I should refrain from going out after dark.
The bell rang, and the scattered classmates each took their seats.
Within a minute, our homeroom teacher entered the room.
Her appearance, with a wrinkle-free gray jacket, a crisp pure white blouse, and a skirt slightly longer than knee-length, gave off an impression of being quite stern at first glance.
“Good morning, everyone. I’ll take attendance now.”
Her short bob of black hair swayed smoothly. Her soft-spoken greeting was like the singing of a spirit standing by the lake’s edge.
Mikami Momose. Our second-year class A homeroom teacher who was in charge of modern literature.
She’s estimated to be in her mid-twenties and is probably the youngest teacher at Orikita High School.
She’s an object of admiration among the male students.
Round eyes, a button nose, and glossy lips.
Her face, combining innocence and dignity, would not seem out of place even in an idol group.
Kind to everyone, yet strict at times. Serious and honest, yet she would occasionally talk about her hobbies during class or have fun with the students at the sports festival.
Her mischievousness appropriate for her age is also her popular point.
“We’re lucky to have Momo-chan as our homeroom teacher.”
“I definitely prefer her over Arisu Yuzuki.”
The classmates whisper their praises.
The homeroom teacher, seemingly unconcerned, calmly continues to read the students’ names in alphabetical order.
“Mamori Suzufumi-san”
“Here.”
Our eyes meet. I thought I had gotten used to the faces of beautiful women recently, but I still feel nervous.
“…Yes, everyone is present. The first period is modern literature, so I’d like to get started, but first, there’s an announcement from the staff room.”
Announcement.
That’s not a word you often hear during the morning HR (homeroom).
“There is a student among this year’s new freshmen who is engaged in talent activities. I’ll refrain from mentioning her name, but probably all of you already know who she is.”
She had attracted so much attention at the entrance ceremony.
Even those who are not familiar with idols would have heard about her through the grapevine.
“Our school does not prohibit students from having part-time jobs. Therefore, we intend to support her as much as possible in balancing her academic and entertainment activities.”
Orikita High School’s school philosophy is ‘respect for autonomy.’
It seems they have a policy of allowing idol activities as well.
“The same goes for friendships. I hope you make many friends at Orikita and nurture bonds that will continue into adulthood… However——”
I physically felt the atmosphere in the classroom change completely.
“——As for romantic relationships, please act with utmost caution. Of course, the school does not prohibit relationships between specific students. But in her case, if images or videos of her alone with a member of the opposite sex circulate online, it could spread strange rumors and negatively affect her work. Do not approach her class out of mere curiosity.”
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My eyes meet with Mikami-sensei’s again.
On the surface, she appears calm, but I could feel a sense of intimidation.
The gaze of the entire class was piercingly focused on me.
“Moreover, it is absolutely unacceptable to harbor one-sided affections and then take someone to a secluded place. Remember, your primary duty as a student is to study. That is all.”
I feel like I’m being treated like a criminal.
It’s true that it was a lie that I started, but it’s still depressing.
The fact that these words came from Mikami-sensei, who is usually gentle and approachable, weighed even more heavily on me.
That day, perhaps because I looked so down, friends who had been scattered by the class shuffle treated me to juice every time we passed each other in the hallway.
——My stomach hurts.
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