Chapter 7 (1/2)

Chapter 7 – Sena Tsumugi Knows [1]

I have only one wish. I simply want to be completely rid of troublesome things and be allowed to live in peace.

Had I not been living quietly without blaming anyone or complaining, even when I turned male due to the curse of the Takamura family? Had I not helped with consultations because he said he likes Sena, and had I not also done the librarian work? Had I not paid attention to my studies, put in effort for sports, and enjoyed reasonably harmonious human relations.h.i.+ps?

Despite that, why did dear G.o.d above force this troublesome person called Sunohara Chiharu onto me? He certainly has the looks and is interesting, but he’s unquestionably troublesome.

Sunohara continuously sticks close to me, and leave after saying things I couldn’t care less about. The only time I’m separated from him was when he’s having club activities.

“And so, I escaped.”

“You’ve had it hard. Sunohara had really been clinging to Takamura too much recently.”

I’m wolfing down a melon bun beside Kousaka who’s smiling wryly.

It’s a rest day for the Basketball Club as the 3rd gymnasium is being waxed today. Kousaka and Hiwatari are polis.h.i.+ng the b.a.l.l.s using that free time.

“Isn’t it hara.s.sment towards Takamura-san? No matter how you think about it. He’s getting in the way so that you won’t be able to be alone with Sena-san, right?”

“Oi, Hiwatari, don’t say strange things.”

Concerned about me, Kousaka gave a warning in response to Hiwatari’s cynicism.

Kousaka is considerate and it’s just like him to say that, but honestly, it’s probably just as Hiwatari says.

Sunohara will naturally get involved with Sena if he’s with me.

“But isn’t it so? If you don’t agree, then why would Sunohara-san be interested in Takamura-san?”

His unspoken words that such a normal guy can’t possibly catch the eye of the ouji-sama was clearly communicated. I brushed aside my discomfort as I smiled wryly at the scornful glint in his eye.

“Hiwatari~! That’s too rude towards Takamura, right.”

“Is it? I was purely asking a question.”

Looking at the smirking Hiwatari, various emotions were long out of my system, and I’m not too irritated even if he says unpleasant things.

It could be because it feels like he wants me to pay him attention and he’s not actually trying to discomfort me. As I look at Hiwatari who’s on the attack, he reminds me of a wild fox, or a rough stray dog, or a elementary school boy poking his nose into things.

“Frankly, I don’t hate Hiwatari’s frankness. I think it’s cute.”

Hiwatari’s eyes widened in shock. I felt slightly more cheerful as it seems I managed to return blow for blow.

Kousaka’s expression was one of disbelief, and he replied to my words in a voice that resounded throughout the gymnasium.

“‘Cute’?!”

“Un.”

“No, but Takamura’s standards for ‘cute’ is quite vague, huh. The other day, you called the auntie at the school store and the pigeon in front of the station ‘cute’, and you called Bak.u.matsu s.h.i.+s.h.i.+ Girls’ Sakamoto Ryou ‘cute’ too.”

There’s definitely nothing strange about my taste. I think armadillos, Hiwatari and the pigeon in the front of the station are cute. Of course armadillos are 10 times cuter, but Hiwatari is also reasonably cute.

I wolfed down my second melon bun as I watched Hiwatari’s hand that was polis.h.i.+ng the basketball. From there, I slowly lifted my head and casually peeked at Hiwatari’s expression. He had an earnestly unpleasant look. Was my ‘cute’ statement so displeasing? I’m sorry.

I quietly removed my gaze from Hiwatari and concentrated on the melon bun. Hiwatari seems to have a temper, so it’ll only be troublesome if I ruin it beyond this.

As I continue to wolf down the melon bun, the sound of the gymnasium entrance opening rang out. Looking at the direction the sound came from, the no. 2 person-I-don’t-want-to-meet-now is there.

The bishoujo with a light brown tinted, semi-long pink hair and large eyes of the same colour――…… Sena Tsugumi.

After showing a surprised expression, Sena rushed towards me with a broad smile. Her figure that rushed over with a tap tap sound and as her skirt fluttered, resembled that of a pet dog. Her outer appearance feels like a rabbit-san or stray cat, yet the things she does are dog-like.

“Takamura-kun, why are you in such a place?”

Sena smiled as though she was truly happy when she looked at my face. At the same time I felt happy over that, I was also bewildered.

Come to think of it, Sena was the Basketball Club manager. Isn’t that right, Haruko-san[1], isn’t it?

“Nn, I’m tending to Hiwatari.”

“Ha? What are you saying, Takamura-san.”

“I’m free so I’m meddling with Hiwatari and playing with him.”

Having finished the melon bun, I laid face up on the ground. Sena then kneeled down near my head. The contrast between the sailor skirt, knee-high socks and white thighs is beautiful. Sena is cute whether I look from above or look from below.

A short and supple feminine build. My original face was closer to a boy’s, so I admire girlish facial features and figures like Sena’s.

“I see. Takamura-kun and Hiwatari-kun get along well, don’t you.”

Sena tilted her head as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Un, we get along well.”

“I want to get along well with Takamura-kun too.”

“Sure.”

The varying gazes from Kousaka and Hiwatari hurts. Kousaka’s gaze went like “How dare you flirt around with Sena, my idol!”, while Hiwatari’s gaze went “Who and who get along well, you say?”.

“Then, can we go home together today?”

“N一”

It’s like a dream to be able to walk around with the company of a girl as cute as Sena. Yes, it’s like a dream but fortunately or not, I’m a girl. Moreover, she’s by far and large a troublesome and problematic type even among girls. In addition, the one who’s been attached to me recently, the idiot ouji who’s the core of troubles, likes this Sena.

Basically, what I’m trying to say is, wouldn’t going home with this girl bring an array of troubles?

“I have something extremely important to say, though……”

The sulking Kousaka who was listening as he polished the basketball, stiffened with widened eyes and a shocked expression. I’m probably making the same face.

Saying that she has something important to say at this timing, only a confession comes to mind. I didn’t think I could get a girlfriend after only having been a guy for half a month.

However, I’ll immediately reject her if she confesses, and that itself might be lucky of me. It’s not for sure that she’ll confess, but let’s clearly reject her if she does.

“Alright. Let’s head back together.”

“Really? Thank goodness. I’ll go make preparations to leave, okay.”