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- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
"Were you training by yourself?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered. "I didn't want to bother you guys. There are better things to do than… me."
I put a hand on his shoulder and smiled. "Whatever the case," I said. "I will gladly help you train to be a better man!"
Yes, this guy never thought about himself, so his friends – me included – had to take care of him, too. He belonged to the troublesome kind of people that are too ashamed to seek help from the others. I wondered often what was the cause of such an attitude, but this guy really hated speaking about his past.
"So, don't forget: I'm always here to lend you a hand," I said. "Because I want to. Understand?"
"It's always like that with you," he complained, but didn't refuse. "Yeah, I understand."
"Glad to hear that. Now, let's make you some breakfast before it's too late."
"The rumors about you two were true, I see," the girl chimed in. "What a cute couple you are!"
Oh, hell no!
After the misunderstanding was settled and the fact that we were friends and nothing more was spelled out clearly, the girl borrowed my tracksuit, promising to return it later that day. It was obviously too big for her, making the already petite girl look like a child wearing their parent's clothes.
"Thank you," the girl said, as the three of us left the dorm room, ready to begin another day. "Come to think of it, I never had a chance to properly introduce myself."
"My name is Mary Talbot, the sixth chairperson of the disciplinary committee. I thank you for your hospitality," she said and left with a wide smile.
Haru and me could only gape in wonder. This girl is the main enforcer of the school? The disciplinarians of a school like this were forced to deal with the trouble-makers and such, so it was no wonder they had lots of tough students among their ranks, but compared to them all, the chairperson was the strongest.
The reason for this was quite simple: they had to defeat other contenders for the title. And "defeat" not only in the physical sense of the word, but had better grades and adhere to the rules with almost religious fervor. It was no surprise such a dissonance was shocking to us, normal students.
"Man, that's insane," I muttered.
"Yeah," Haru said.
"Agreed," Nana added.
""Huh?""
Just where did she come from? Not a few seconds ago, there was no sign of this girl. For someone who visits our dorm room so frequently, she wasn't here this morning, either.
"I-It's nice to see you, Nana," my friend said, but his voice wavered in an unmanly fashion.
Surprisingly, unlike how she acted normally, the tiny girl harrumphed and made a show of ignoring him altogether.
"I-Is something wrong, Nana?" he probed again. To no obvious success.
That said, on our way to the classroom, before we had to separate, as the first-year students' classroom were located on the first floor and the second-year students had the second one, I heard her mutter something peculiar.
"I won't let that thieving cat take him away."
"I – the ever-glorious Maki Yayoi – will act as a substitute teacher once again! Now then, who wants to learn some history?"
I was pumped. The same super-manly teacher from before was here. Ignoring my classmates' groans, I grinned broadly. If she was here, it would mean that…
"Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to randomly add PE lessons into your curriculum. That old bag of bones already scolded me for that," she said.
Again, there was too much unnecessary information. My hopes were crushed, too. There would be rematch for now.
"Now then, I need to make an announcement. There's a new student transferring today, and they'll occupy…" the teacher pointed at an empty seat. "This seat. Since it's empty and all."
Come to think of it, who was sitting there. If my memory served me right, there were no empty seats in our classrooms, but I still couldn't remember the person that used to sit there. Judging by various grunts from my classmates, neither did they.
"A transfer student this late? Must've had some kind of incident to attract the school's attention like that."
"I hope it'll be a cute girl…"
"It would better be a really hot guy, though. You know, the cute, elegant type. We don't have many of those in our class."
"Hey," I called my friend. "What do you think about this? Do you think the transfer student is a boy or a girl?"
"I don't know. Don't care, honestly. What about you?"
[] I think it's a girl.
[] A boy, maybe.
[] Don't know, either.
"Yes," he answered. "I didn't want to bother you guys. There are better things to do than… me."
I put a hand on his shoulder and smiled. "Whatever the case," I said. "I will gladly help you train to be a better man!"
Yes, this guy never thought about himself, so his friends – me included – had to take care of him, too. He belonged to the troublesome kind of people that are too ashamed to seek help from the others. I wondered often what was the cause of such an attitude, but this guy really hated speaking about his past.
"So, don't forget: I'm always here to lend you a hand," I said. "Because I want to. Understand?"
"It's always like that with you," he complained, but didn't refuse. "Yeah, I understand."
"Glad to hear that. Now, let's make you some breakfast before it's too late."
"The rumors about you two were true, I see," the girl chimed in. "What a cute couple you are!"
Oh, hell no!
After the misunderstanding was settled and the fact that we were friends and nothing more was spelled out clearly, the girl borrowed my tracksuit, promising to return it later that day. It was obviously too big for her, making the already petite girl look like a child wearing their parent's clothes.
"Thank you," the girl said, as the three of us left the dorm room, ready to begin another day. "Come to think of it, I never had a chance to properly introduce myself."
"My name is Mary Talbot, the sixth chairperson of the disciplinary committee. I thank you for your hospitality," she said and left with a wide smile.
Haru and me could only gape in wonder. This girl is the main enforcer of the school? The disciplinarians of a school like this were forced to deal with the trouble-makers and such, so it was no wonder they had lots of tough students among their ranks, but compared to them all, the chairperson was the strongest.
The reason for this was quite simple: they had to defeat other contenders for the title. And "defeat" not only in the physical sense of the word, but had better grades and adhere to the rules with almost religious fervor. It was no surprise such a dissonance was shocking to us, normal students.
"Man, that's insane," I muttered.
"Yeah," Haru said.
"Agreed," Nana added.
""Huh?""
Just where did she come from? Not a few seconds ago, there was no sign of this girl. For someone who visits our dorm room so frequently, she wasn't here this morning, either.
"I-It's nice to see you, Nana," my friend said, but his voice wavered in an unmanly fashion.
Surprisingly, unlike how she acted normally, the tiny girl harrumphed and made a show of ignoring him altogether.
"I-Is something wrong, Nana?" he probed again. To no obvious success.
That said, on our way to the classroom, before we had to separate, as the first-year students' classroom were located on the first floor and the second-year students had the second one, I heard her mutter something peculiar.
"I won't let that thieving cat take him away."
"I – the ever-glorious Maki Yayoi – will act as a substitute teacher once again! Now then, who wants to learn some history?"
I was pumped. The same super-manly teacher from before was here. Ignoring my classmates' groans, I grinned broadly. If she was here, it would mean that…
"Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to randomly add PE lessons into your curriculum. That old bag of bones already scolded me for that," she said.
Again, there was too much unnecessary information. My hopes were crushed, too. There would be rematch for now.
"Now then, I need to make an announcement. There's a new student transferring today, and they'll occupy…" the teacher pointed at an empty seat. "This seat. Since it's empty and all."
Come to think of it, who was sitting there. If my memory served me right, there were no empty seats in our classrooms, but I still couldn't remember the person that used to sit there. Judging by various grunts from my classmates, neither did they.
"A transfer student this late? Must've had some kind of incident to attract the school's attention like that."
"I hope it'll be a cute girl…"
"It would better be a really hot guy, though. You know, the cute, elegant type. We don't have many of those in our class."
"Hey," I called my friend. "What do you think about this? Do you think the transfer student is a boy or a girl?"
"I don't know. Don't care, honestly. What about you?"
[] I think it's a girl.
[] A boy, maybe.
[] Don't know, either.
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