Try To Understand

In what universe?! I mentally clicked my tongue.

“I’m sure she’s ill in some way, too. She’s kind and generally in the right.

But the world is unkind and full of wrongs. It must be hard for her to live in

it.”

“Aside from the part where she’s kind and in the right, I’m mostly in

agreement with you about the world,” I said, and my teacher gave me a look

that said, I know, right?

“You…you kids really are twisted after all. There are parts of you that I

don’t think will conform well to society, and that worries me. That’s why I

want to gather all of you in one place.”

“That club is an isolation ward?!”

“You could say that. I like watching you students; you entertain me. So

perhaps I just want to keep you close at hand.”

Smiling merrily, she twisted my arm, which was becoming habitual.

Maybe she’d gotten that MMA-esque move from some manga. My elbow

occasionally touched her voluptuous bust while emitting a horrible creaking

noise.

Phew… With my arm twisted so far, even I’d have had trouble slipping

away from her. It was frustrating, but I had no choice but to placate myself

with the sensation for a little while longer.

Yes, indeed. It really was too bad.

It occurred to me that boobs came in pairs, so shouldn’t bust be a plural,

like busts?

Once we got to the special-use building, I guess Ms. Hiratsuka wasn’t

worried about me running away anymore, so she finally released me. But

even then, as she was walking out, she glanced back at me. Her look didn’t

say she wanted to see me a little longer or that she didn’t want to leave me.

There was no trace of any of that. No, the impression I got was one of pure

murderous intent as though warning, If you even try to run, you know what’ll

happen, right?

Smiling bitterly, I walked down the hallway. The corner of the special-use

building was as still as death, with a chilly draft flowing through it.

Though there had to have been other clubs engaging in their activities at

the time, their noise apparently didn’t carry this far. I don’t know if that was

because of the location or a result of the mysterious aura emanating from

Yukino Yukinoshita.

I put my hand on the door to slide it open. To be honest, my heart felt

heavy, but it would have bothered me to run away simply because of that.

Basically, I just had to not give a crap about anything she said. I wouldn’t

think of us as two people in a room together. It was instead one person and

one other person. I wouldn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable if she were a

total stranger to me.

Today I would be initiating “Being Alone Isn’t Scary” strategy number

one: If you see a stranger, think of them as a stranger. By the way, there is no

strategy number two. Essentially, I think that awkward feeling is caused by

looming thoughts like I have to talk about something or I have to be friends

with this person. I mean, when you sit down on a train next to someone,

you’d never think, Oh man, we’re all alone! This is so awkward! If I

approached it that way, she’d give up. She would just sit quietly and read her

book.

When I opened the door to the clubroom, Yukinoshita looked exactly the

same as she had the day before, sitting there reading.

I opened the door but didn’t know what to say to her. I just made a small

bow and walked toward her.

Yukinoshita regarded me briefly and then went back to her paperback.

“I’m this close, right here in front of you, and you’re going to ignore me?”

She was so committed to ignoring me, I wondered for a moment if I’d

turned into air. This was exactly how I felt in class every day.

“What a strange greeting. What tribe are you from?”

“…Good afternoon.” Unable to endure her sarcasm, the greeting drilled

into me since preschool popped out of my mouth, and when it did,

Yukinoshita smiled.

I think this was the first time she’d ever smiled at me. It taught me some

useless factoids—like that when she smiles, she gets dimples and her canines

poke out a little bit.

“Good afternoon. I thought you wouldn’t come again.”

Frankly, I think that smile was foul play. Foul play on the level of

Maradona’s Hand of God. In other words, in the end, I had no choice but toaccept it. “I-I just came because if I’d run away, I’d have lost the

competition! D-don’t get the wrong idea!” That was a slightly rom-com-ish

exchange. But usually, the positions of the guy and the girl are reversed. This

wasn’t right.

Yukinoshita didn’t appear particularly offended by my statement. Rather,

she just kept on talking as if unconcerned that I’d replied at all. “I think

getting dressed down that badly would stop the average person from ever

coming again. Are you a masochist?”

“No!”

“A stalker, then?”

“Not that, either! Hey, why are these guesses based on the assumption that

I like you?”

“You don’t?” The jerk just nonchalantly tilted her head to the side, a

baffled expression on her face. It was kind of cute but not worth the cost of

this exchange.

“No way! Even I’m turned off by your massive ego.”

“Oh? I got the impression that you liked me,” she said, her expression

cold and neutral as always, showing no surprise.

It’s true: Yukinoshita did have a cute face. She was so cute that even

someone like me, who didn’t have a single friend in this school, knew about

her. There was no doubt she was one of the hottest girls in school.

But even so, her ego was abnormal.

“What kind of upbringing makes you believe such naive bullcrap? Was

every day your birthday? Was your boyfriend Santa Claus?” It would’ve had

to be something like that for her to have developed such a relentlessly

optimistic brain. If she continued down this path, she was sure to meet a sorry

end. She had to correct that trajectory before she did something that couldn’t

be undone.

Against my better judgment, the human kindness inside me stirred. I

chose my words carefully to soften the blow. “Yukinoshita. You’re abnormal.

Don’t think otherwise. Get a lobotomy or something.”

“You should be a little more tactful. For your own good.” Yukinoshita

snickered as she looked at me, but her eyes weren’t smiling… Terrifying. To

her credit, she didn’t call me garbage or trash or whatever. Frankly, if her

face wasn’t so cute, I would most certainly have been punching it. “Well,

from the perspective of an inferior being such as yourself, I may seemabnormal, but to me, this is the epitome of common sense. Experience has

taught me that I am right.” Yukinoshita proudly threw out her chest and

chuckled smugly.

It’s funny. That bearing is quite attractive on her.

“Experience, huh…?” Her putting it that way made me think she must

indeed have had a Santa Claus boyfriend. Her appearance alone was enough

to convince me of it.

“You must be having such a fun time at school, then,” I muttered with a

sigh.

Yukinoshita twitched. “I-indeed I am. Quite frankly, my time here has

wanted for neither too much nor too little of anything. It’s been a very placid

experience,” she said, but for some reason, she was facing the other way. And

thanks to that pose, I gathered another fatally useless factoid: the gentle line

from her chin to her neck was rather beautiful.

Watching her, I belatedly realized something. I think if I’d been calmer, I

would have noticed it right away, though. It was completely impossible for

such a naturally condescending egotist to construct normal human

relationships, and thus, it was impossible that her life at school could be

going as smoothly as she claimed.

Let’s just ask her about that…

“Hey. You have any friends?” I inquired.

Yukinoshita averted her gaze. “Well, first, can you define exactly what

constitutes a ‘friend’?”

“Oh, never mind. Only someone who has no friends would ask that.”

Source: me.

Honestly, though, I didn’t know what exactly counted as a friend, either. I

think it’s about time someone explains to me how it’s different from an

acquaintance. Are you friends if you meet someone once and siblings if you

see them everyday? Mi-Do-Fa-Do-Re-Si-So-La-O? Why is “O” the only part

of that name that isn’t a note in the musical scale? Details matter, damn it!

The designations used to differentiate friends and acquaintances are pretty

suspect to begin with. It’s especially striking with girls. Even when you’re in

the same class, I feel like you have to rank them as classmates, friends, or

best friends. So then where do you draw the line between those categories?

But let’s get back on topic.

“Well, I can see you having no friends, so yeah, never mind.”

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