I want to make the school's "Silent princess" talk, so I invited her (who's super cute) out on a date today. ~Anyways, she's so very intense when it comes to skinship, that it's going to take my reason away~ - Chapter 5
- I want to make the school's "Silent princess" talk, so I invited her (who's super cute) out on a date today. ~Anyways, she's so very intense when it comes to skinship, that it's going to take my reason away~
- Chapter 5 - Having Lunch Together With the Princess
“Yusuke, let’s get some food.”
“Oh~! I’ll get ready right now… wait, Isn’t Aikawa-san staring at you like crazy?”
When I was about to take my lunch out of my bag, Yusuke said that to me with a strange look on his face.
Normally Yusuke and I face each other while we eat, but today there seems to be another person…
Aikawa-san came to my seat and gently pulled my sleeve. In her hand was a small lunch box wrapped in a flower patterned furoshiki*. [TLN: Furoshiki are traditional Japanese wrapping cloths traditionally used to wrap and/or to transport goods.]
Aikawa-san, who was staring at me with a blank expression on her face, looked away from me and gently touched hair.
“Are you saying that you want to eat lunch with me, Aikawa-chan!?” [Yusuke]
“uun.” [TLN: it’s a no.]
The Silent Princess is so ruthless that her statement killed him*. Yusuke fell down with an exaggerated clatter, whilst holding his chest as if he had been stabbed by a sharp blade.
He picked himself up while saying, “it hurts…” with his eyes rolling around, it was kinda heartbreaking to watch him. So I gave him my heartfelt condolences.
“I think I’m going to cry… Hey, Ryuta, you can be with Aikawa-san and act lovey-dovey all you want…”
“I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t care!” Yusuke spat out and sat down in his chair to eat alone.
I feel like he’s making a lot of assumptions, but… he could have just been talking to himself.
“Just out of curiosity, are you saying you want to eat lunch with me?”
I said this as I scratched my cheek. I could tell that I was being a little conceited.
But judging from the way Aikawa-san was acting yesterday, it’s highly possible that she wanted to talk to me about something and reached out to me.
Common sense tells me that Aikawa-san, with whom I’ve never had any contact before, has suddenly taken a liking to me and approached me.
…There’s no way that could be true.
(It’s not like we’re in the world of romance.) [TLN: really now? ._.]
I am aware that I am not a handsome man, and I am not the kind of talented person that Aikawa-san can look up to.
Such events will only happen to a limited number of people with great luck and handsome men with a lot of charm.
However, the silent princess of the school betrayed my expectations and flipped her long peach colored hair as she grabbed my arm in a tight grip.
While I was distracted by the sweet smell that wafted through the air for a moment, she pulled my arm and headed down the hallway.
Aikawa-san was in a good mood. With her skirt flapping around, she’s going somewhere at a fast pace. I didn’t even have time to speak as she pulled me along, and all I could do was stare at her slender back.
“Hey… what the hell was that about?”
“Is Aikawa-san going to eat lunch with him?”
“Are the two of them dating?”
While the whole classroom was buzzing with excitement, Yusuke, a valuable friend who’s being questioned, let out a blatant sigh.
However, his true feelings were different. He couldn’t help but find it interesting that Ryuta was being followed around by Aikawa, the mute princess of the school.
(This is going to be fun!)
As he thought this, his heart swelled with anticipation for the turbulent future that was about to come for Ryuta.
“U-Uhm~ we’re going to the rooftop, right?
I think it was the first time I heard a word other than “n”, “un”, and “nuun”. Well, all four are not so different, but I was somehow happy.
I wonder if there will be a day when she’ll be able to speak without any hesitation…?
Last night, I couldn’t help but wonder why she was so quiet.
(Does she have a complex about her voice? Or maybe… she’s just unusually shy?)
It’s possible that it’s complex, and it’s unlikely that she’s shy. If she was shy, she would be afraid to do something embarrassing like this.
As I was struggling, Aikawa-san, who I knew nothing about, sat down on the step of the stairs one step before the roof.
Then she opens the space next to her and leads me to sit there.
(Wait, that’s way too close…!)
Even if Aikawa-san thinks it’s just a light skinship, it’s quite unbearable for me.
I’d like to keep a little distance from her this time, because she was so cute during the shared umbrella incident that I felt my heart was going to stop.
“Here I go…”
As I sit on the stair step, taking up a little space, she clears her throat and reveals her frustration.
Ge– Did I make her angry? Or was I being too delirious?
But I just can’t honestly say, “You’re too cute, so I got embarrassed and distanced myself.”
I have a feeling that even if I try to cover it up, she’ll see right through any lie I tell her…
“You know, if you get too close, it’s embarra– eh!?”
Just as I was about to give her an honest excuse to convince her, Aikawa-san forcefully closed the distance between us.
When she got close enough to touch my feet, Aikawa-san placed her small head on my shoulder.
My heart stopped for a moment and cold sweat poured down on my back. Her hair was so glossy, that it was shining lustrously in the sunlight coming through the window.
thinking that it must be absolutely silky to touch… I almost reach out my hand for a moment,
(ARGH!? Worldly desire! I must throw away my worldly desire!)
I hurriedly pull my hand back and use my other hand to tightly and firmly hold down my other arm.
(It’s not like my sense of distance is buggered or anything. Am I drunk by any chance!?)
I felt a sense of discomfort and tried to ask her about the situation, but…
At that moment, Aikawa-san turned her face slightly and gently brought her nose to my right shoulder.
In reality, it barely hit me… but it was enough to make my rational mind collapse.
(Ha…? Why are you sniffing me!?)
I couldn’t understand anything about her unpredictable behavior, but all I could do was wait for this living hell (heaven?) to end.
It’s like a dog that loves its owner, I thought. But, it’s impossible to make a normal decision in this situation.
(This is bad, I’m getting light-headed…)
Normally, the best thing to do would have been to say, “Let’s eat,” and end the conversation. But as a guy who never had a girlfriend in his life, there was no way I could calmly make a decision in this situation, and my mind was completely focused on her.
Her face kept hitting my arm, and her skin felt so soft and smooth. I can see that she takes good care of her skin, as it is fresh and free of any roughness or acne.
When I become aware of what she’s doing, my heart starts to beat faster and my face gradually turns bright red.
What’s this…she’s squinting her eyes like she’s so relieved…and she’s blushing a little… This is illegal… [TLN: I think he meant it’s illegal to be this cute?]
“You’re so cute…”
As I was struggling inside my mind, Aikawa-san’s body trembled and exaggeratedly moved away from me.
There was almost no change in her expression, but her eyes were wide open in surprise.
“W-What’s wrong? Do I smell bad?”
I said that with a dumb face that made me laugh to myself, Aikawa-san shook her face and squeezed her small lunch box.
you shouldn’t have done something so embarrassing in the first place If your face is so red like that…
I don’t use antiperspirant or perfume, and I’ve never cared about body odor. I’m a little relieved that Aikawa-san denied it, but… it’s kind of embarrassing.
“…Then, why did you back away? Did I say something?”
Her eyebrows twitched, and she hurriedly looked away from my eyes. At that moment, I realized that I had let my inner voice leak out.
Then she hurriedly opened my lunch box without permission and sent it over to me to finish the conversation. …Her delicate hands were slightly colored in red.
“So, just now… what was all that about?”
I had to put off thinking about it for later, or else we would miss our fifth period. So, I told her, “Let’s hurry up and eat,” and popped an octopus sausage into my mouth.