Chapter 5 | She’s a Sticky Girlfriend
Her eyes were red and swollen from crying so much.
I didn’t want to go to school and have the other students get the wrong idea, so I wet a handkerchief I had with tap water and put it over her eyes.
I knew that if I hesitated, I would not be able to make it to school on time, so I held her hand while holding the handkerchief over her eyes and walked along the sidewalk, which was familiar to me.
It was the first time for us to walk to school holding hands, and the stares from the students around us were painful. It seems that there are no couples in this school who hold hands in public places (where there are many students), and we stood out in many ways. (Although I did see a couple of boys and girls walking around…)
I tried to loosen my hand once and let go, but he held it so tightly that I refused to let go.
“We were finally able to go to school holding hands, there’s no way I’m letting go of your hand!”
Apparently, she had wanted to come to school like this for a long time. I was not able to refuse her cute wish, and I noticed that our fingers, which had not been intertwined, had changed into a lover’s knot.
When we entered the classroom holding hands, there was a slight commotion. Curious stares from the girls and hateful, sloppy stares from the boys.
Of course, afterward, both men and women questioned me and consumed a lot of my energy from the morning.
“I want to go to Ikki’s house today.”
After the SHR was over, Rinka came out of her side while I was getting ready to go home. [TLN: I think SHR is school hours]
She seemed to have finished getting ready to go home first.
“What, now?”
I was a little puzzled by her sudden request.
“As I thought, I can’t help it.”
She seemed to take my reaction negatively.
“You can come over, but my family’s there, is that okay?”
“Your mother and sister, right? It’s okay. I’d like to say hello to them…”
“What?”
“It’s nothing!”
I couldn’t hear the last part a little.
Well, I had never invited her before, and if she wants to come, I can’t help it. It would be embarrassing for my family to know, but…
“Then let’s go home.”
“Yes!”
By the way, on the way home, we had leveled up from holding hands to crossing arms.
“I’m home.”
“Ah, please excuse me for disturbing you.”
After 30 minutes on the train and 10 minutes walking arm in arm, we finally arrived at our house with her. Finally, I arrived at my house with her.
At the front door were not only my mother’s shoes but also my sister’s shoes.
“Welcome home, who is this?”
Rika Aoi, my junior high school sister, was surprised to see the ridiculously beautiful, cute, and proud girlfriend behind me.
“Oh, let’s see… Nice to meet you. I’m Ikki-kun’s girlfriend…”
“Oh, Mom! Oh my God! Onii brought a woman!”
My sister panicked and went to tell our mom in the kitchen.
The house is not that big, so she didn’t have to go all the way there, but her ridiculously loud voice was enough to get the message across.
I hear a dada-ba-da-da from the back. My sister came running back with my mother.
“Ara, who is this girl?”
“I’m Rinka Hayami, Ikki-kun’s girlfriend. Nice to meet you, mother-in-law.”
“It is nice to meet you too. I am Ikki’s mother. I didn’t expect that Ikki would bring such a pretty girl with him. How did you manage to get her down here?”
“Eh, no way. I can’t believe she’s so cute.”
“She’s very cute! Hey, Rika Aoi.”
“Yes, Rinka nee-chan is so beautiful.”
“Eh, e ~e?”
Was Rinka being pushed around by the double-tag team of these fast-paced women?
I mean, I have a lot of questions too. Like my mother and sister.
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brain problems
September 20, 2022 at 3:21 amI could be completely wrong, but I think SHR stands for Short Home Room and it’s basically a short home room after classes to make announcements or similar things before the students leave.
Enkiros
September 25, 2022 at 7:57 pmI found the exact description online as the comment above. Mildly interesting fact ig
https://www.kyoto-be.ne.jp/koukyou/school-navi/Q&A/10.htm