A classmate who used to be called "Shirobuta" (white pig) has become "Snow White" and is now featured in gravure magazines after a few years of not seeing her. - Chapter 5
- A classmate who used to be called "Shirobuta" (white pig) has become "Snow White" and is now featured in gravure magazines after a few years of not seeing her.
- Chapter 5 - The Knight, the Princess, the Prince and the Servant.
Chapter 5-The Knight, the Princess, the Prince and the Servant.
◇◇◇ 3rd person POV ◇◇◇
“Is Ameno-kun still here?”
Immediately after homeroom was over, a girl from Class 2-D named Watanuki Marika visited Class 2-C.
“Un, he’s here. Do you want me to get him?”
Glancing at Satsuki’s seat, his friend Wakui Hiiragi replied.
” Ahー uhm. I’m not really the one who wants to meet with him, but a classmate of mine from junior high.”
“Eh, seriously? …Sorry, it’s kinda rude to say that.”
“Ahaha, I see. Well, it looks like she’s on her way, so can you ask him to wait for her? He doesn’t have any club activities or other things, right?”
He doesn’t participate in any club activities and only works twice a week. Today is Thursday, so he doesn’t have any part-time jobs scheduled. The likelihood of him being free was almost certain.
“I think it’s probably fine. Hey, Satsuki. Got a sec?”
As Hiiragi beckoned him to come over so he could explain the story, Ameno Satsuki swept his hand sideways with a suspicious expression.
“Eh, no way. That’s definitely some kind of solicitation. I’ve seen it on the Internet.”
Watanuki, who thought that a high school boy would easily accept the offer without any hesitation, turned puzzled for a moment, and Hiiragi Wakui chuckled. It was the epitome of a herbivore.
“Dude… It’s not like that, okay? She’s in the volleyball club, and she’s tall and cheerful.”
“I don’t think there’s any merit, especially if she just wants to meet me. I mean, most recruiters are cheerful and energetic, right?”
“But, it looks like they’re already on their way here…”
“That’s your problem.”
Watanuki made a troubled face and whispered to Wakui Hiiragi.
“…Hiiragi, do something about it. What’s with this annoying hard-to-get-involved guy?”
“Don’t speak out loud in front of me!”
“Well, it sounds fun, and since it’s a good opportunity, let’s meet them. I’ll come with you if you want. Don’t be scared, it’s fine.”
Hiiragi said with a smile as if trying to ease a child.
“Ah, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you take Kamiya and pretend it’s me? I’m sure he’ll be happy to meet her.”
“Un, she said she would contact me when she got there.”
Ignoring Satsuki’s suggestion, the story went on.
Close to the main gate of the metropolitan Tamagaya High School where Satsuki and his friends attend, Ibuki Kozue breathed heavily next to her bicycle which was resting against the wall.
“Ha… Ha. See, we arrived in time. Don’t underestimate the physical strength of an active volleyball player.”
After class, she immediately mounted her bicycle and rode with Shirata as fast as she could for 15 minutes. She was breathing hard and sweating like a waterfall. Shirata, standing next to her, in contrast, was not even sweating a single drop.
“Wouldn’t it have been better if we took a bus instead?”
” No, no. I skipped club activities to come here, so I should at least do some exercise.”
“You’re being serious in a strange way. Anyway, thanks for the hard work.”
Then she bought a drink from a vending machine and handed it to Ibuki.
“Thanks! …Puーha, that was good!”
While drinking, she checked her smartphone. There was a message from Marika Watanuki, aka Tanu-tan, with a stamp of a character that said “OK” followed by “Let me know when you arrive”.
“I, am, here… Send.”
“…I’m getting nervous.”
Kirika Shirata put her hand on her chest and took a deep breath.
“You’ve probably been here once before, right?”
“It’s my first time coming here at this hour.”
She didn’t even bother to deny the fact that she had been here before.
Kirika Shirata, a tall girl with smooth black hair and translucent white skin. Kozue Ibuki, a little taller than her, with a boyish appearance, yet neat and tidy enough to be considered a star in an opera troupe. The two of them, lined up near the gate, were eye-catching. Despite the fact that they were wearing uniforms from another school, many students were looking at them even though they didn’t try to call them out.
“No one wants to ask for your autograph.”
“It’s not like I’m really famous.”
“Can you sign autographs? Do you need to practice?”
“No, I don’t have to practice.”
While watching the students walk out of the gate, they see a group of four people with a slightly ill-mannered appearance approaching.
“Ahー here comes the annoying bunch, Hime.”
She smiled bitterly at Ibuki, who let out a small sigh while glancing at the group of boys, and tapped her shoulder to calm her.
“Be modest. Be modest.”
“Hey, what are you two doing? If you’re waiting for someone, I can call them out for you.”
“What year? I mean, where are you two from? Aren’t you guys too cute? Are you a model or something?”
“Please leave us alone. Thank you very much.”
She wanted to say “Not a model, but a gravure idol!” However, Ibuki swallowed her words and replied with an indifferent expression while fiddling with her smartphone.
One of the boys seemed to be offended by her attitude and raised his voice with a frown.
“I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to the cute girl over there, you giant woman.”
That was the number one most taunting word for Ibuki. Of course, that goes without saying, that they had touched her reverse scale.
“Huh? That only sounds like something a shorty would say. Get a bone-extension surgery and go home.”
Her opponent was around average height, so Ibuki was a bit taller than him.
“…What did you say, you ugly b*tch?”
This time, the words of the man struck a chord with Shirata. She glared at the man, then gently pushed aside Ibuki, who stood between her and the group of boys as if serving as her shield.
“If this girl looks ugly to you then why don’t you go see an ophthalmologist?”
“Haha. So which way should you go, you’re going to the hospital, right? Did you bring your health insurance card?”
The boys’ frustration reached its peak when Ibuki burst into laughter that was disproportionate to the situation.
“Hey… do you think you could get away with this just because you’re a girl!?”
“Sorry for the wait.”
As the students who were leaving school watched from a distance, Wakui Hiiragi made his way to them with a cool face.
“Hmm? Senpai, what’s wrong?”
The expressions of the four men suddenly changed at the sight of Hiiragi Wakui.
“Excuse me, but, they are my companions, did they do something rude?”
“No, …nothing. Don’t keep girls from other schools waiting at the school gate.
“Haha, yeah, I’ll be careful next time.”
The four left saying something that couldn’t even be called a parting line.
They walked away, spitting in frustration.
“…Hiiragi-kun is so cool~”
一Watanuki, who was watching the whole exchange from a distance, said in admiration.
“He looks like that, but he’s a former delinquent, you know? He’s also a former basketball club member.”
“Hee~ that’s cool~”
“I’m sorry we kept you waiting.”
Hiiragi smiled at Ibuki and apologized for causing unnecessary trouble.
” No… umm… we didn’t wait that long at all. We just got here…”
Ibuki’s attitude suddenly changed, she hid behind Shirata, using her as a shield. Her face turned red and she started to squirm. Then, she began to talk vigorously in whispers behind Shirata’s back.
“…Hey Kirika-san? That’s Ouji-sama, right? No wonder why you stopped being a glutton.”
“No, I don’t know him. But we should thank him for helping us.”
Shirata lowered her head politely. Ibuki Kozue, who had mistakenly assumed that Wakui Hiiragi was Shirata’s “Ouji-sama” due to the words “Sorry for the wait” and his princely appearance, gave off a short, languid cry.
“Kozueー look, they’re hereー. Don’t go causing trouble at other people’ s school~”
Marika, who went to the same junior high school as Ibuki, walks along with Satsuki, who seems to be annoyed. Satsuki also noticed Shirata standing next to Ibuki.
“Ahaha, what a coincidence, Satsuki-kun”
Kozue Ibuki tilted her head in confusion and pointed her index finger at Satsuki.
“Rather than Ouji…”
Comparing the handsome man who has brown hair and is slightly taller than her with Satsuki standing next to him, who was obviously a gloomy type of person, Kozue unconsciously blurted out her honest opinion.
A sound of vigorous slaps on the back echoed.
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