They say Monday is a gloomy day.
My dad always goes to work on Mondays with a gloomy face, but... today of all days, I’m the one who’s depressed.
“Akito, you look like you have no energy! It’s Monday, let’s get hyped! Hey hey hey!”
“Hey yo, yo yo!”
“You guys really don't care about my feelings.”
““We don't! (laughs)””
So annoying.
The usual interaction with Ryuya and Neika eased my depression just a little bit. But... come to think of it, Kuonji hasn’t come yet. Judging by the feel of the thread, it seems she’s on the move, though.
“Oh ho? Akky, do you feel lonely without Rila?”
“As if.”
I denied it too quickly because it was a direct hit. Well, since it's always like this, the two of them didn't seem to have any doubts and let it slide.
We continued our usual silly talk. Then, Ryuguin came over to us.
“Sanada-kun, Riran-chan said she’ll be a little late.”
“Why are you telling me that...?”
“Because you’re her wifey, right?”
“I’ve told you that’s not it.”
“Hmmmm.”
Giggling happily, Ryuguin went back to her seat. Ryuya and Neika aside, Ryuguin knows about my relationship with Kuonji, so it’s hard to deal with her...
“Look at that. You’re even recognized as the wife by Rila’s best friend, Rio.”
“This is already a done deal.”
Grin, grin. These guys are so irritating.
After giving the two of them a clean smack on the head, Tsuchimikado, who had just entered the classroom, approached with light footsteps.
“Sana-tan, mornin’!”
“A-ah. Good morning, Tsuchimikado.”
After what happened on Saturday, it’s awkward...
“Cra-tan and Nei-tan, mornin’! Hey!”
“Hey, Tsuchimikado. Mornin’!”
“Hiyorin, mornin’ mornin’!”
She greeted Ryuya and Neika with high-fives. As usual, her communication skills are scary.
“Oyo? Quo-tan isn’t here yet?”
“...Seems so.”
“I wonder what’s up.”
How transparent. Taking advantage of the fact that Kuonji wasn’t there, Tsuchimikado sat in Kuonji’s chair as if she owned the place. Seeing that, Ryuya tilted his head with a “Hmm?”
“That’s rare, Tsuchimikado hanging out with us. What about Kurosaya and the others?”
“Hmm? Of course I’ll go to everyone later, but right now I’m in the mood to talk to Sana-tan~”
I’m not in that kind of mood~. However, Ryuya and Neika seemed to take it in a different way and covered their mouths with their hands.
“Did you hear that, Ryuya-kun?”
“I heard that, Neika-san.”
“It seems we are in the way.”
“Let's leave the rest to the young couple.”
You guys are perfectly in sync as usual. Grinning, the two of them moved away from Tsuchimikado and me. I don’t need that kind of consideration right now. Considering what happened on Saturday, I don’t really want to be with this girl...
“Nyufu. We’re all alone, Sana-tan.”
“Strictly speaking, we're in a classroom, so we're not alone.”
“I don't care about other people. Being with you makes me happier than anything else.”
A feverish gaze and flushed cheeks. A sweet, enchanting voice that numbs the brain. I couldn't help but be mesmerized by all of it.
“Hey, Sana-tan. Have you thought about that talk a little?”
“T-that talk? What are you talking about?”
“Geez. You know exactly what I mean... being all shy, you're so cute.”
She toyed with the tip of my nose using the ends of her loosely waved long pink hair. It had a sweet peach scent, and the hair, perfectly maintained to the tips, felt as comfortable as a brush made by a craftsman.
It felt as if the nerves in the place she touched were exposed, falling into a sweet, melting sensation.
“Uh... that...”
“Hey, after school today. Come behind the school building. Definitely.”
“Eh...”
“Fufu. See ya~”
Waving her oversized sleeves. Humming a tune in a great mood, Tsuchimikado headed toward Kurosaya and the others. She really was like a storm...
Just then, the chime for homeroom rang, and Sanzenin-sensei entered from the front of the classroom.
A woman who is a man's dream: a beautiful teacher with glasses, large breasts, and a ponytail. However, she is strict about etiquette and has a crisp atmosphere that makes her popular with both men and women.
Sanzenin-sensei looked around the classroom with her sharp violet eyes... and unusually tilted her head.
“Oh? I wonder if Kuonji-san isn’t here yet.”
“Ah, Sensei. I just got a message from Riran-chan saying she'll be a little late—”
“I’m sorry I’m late!”
Ah... Kuonji... Interrupting Ryuguin’s words, Kuonji entered the classroom. Naturally, she was the center of everyone's attention.
“It’s alright, Kuonji-san. It’s still before the start of class. ...But it’s rare for you to be so close to the deadline.”
“I-I’m sorry. I was up late last night...”
“Studying? Please don’t overdo it.”
“Yes...”
...Certainly, her complexion is worse than usual. But even so, for that Kuonji to oversleep...
“Kuonji-san, please take your seat. Class President Suwabe, give the order.”
“Yes. Stand up, attention, bow. Good morning.”
“““Good morning.”””
In the end, homeroom began without me being able to talk to Kuonji.