A few minutes later, Sousuke and Masaki walked towards the shoebox.
“It was a conspiracy. The girls were making so much noise.”
“Give me a break. He forces me to do it, makes a spectacle out of it, and then puts me in the public morals committee.”
“It’s like a public execution.”
“Losing in front of everyone so I couldn’t say no.”
This is very bad behavior. If he did this, Soususke would not be able to refuse. He said it was an open game, but that may have been a judgment based on Sousuke’s character.
“You’re good at hitting people with good arguments, aren’t you? If it’s just the two of you, I’m sure he’s going to lose.”
“If he already read me that well, I’m never going to win. I give up.”
“Good luck, public prosecutor.”
With a heartless pep talk, Sousuke opened his shoebox.
He managed to restrain himself from saying it out loud, but five thumbtacks were placed in the right shoe he was about to take out. In the left shoe, the word “Die” was written in red marker.
“Hmm? What’s wrong?”
Sousuke turned the shoes upside down, placed the warnings inside the shoe box, and withdrew only the shoes.
“Nothing. Let’s go home.”
Sousuke looked around quietly. Three girls are chatting on the stairs near him. Their mouths are smiling. One of them is Hashirama, a member of the public morals committee.
He had the same experience. It was in elementary school. Whoever started the prank started it on his shoes, and it escalated to textbooks and gym uniforms. Eventually, all of his classmates began to ridicule him.
The next day.
Sousuke was on his way to school with heavy steps.
“Hmm? Aah, hey, what’s wrong?”
“Hmm? Oh, I didn’t sleep well.
“Is that so? I thought you were dragging it out from yesterday. Everyone was laughing.”
“Eh, ah, are you depressed?”
“No, it’s not like that.”
Together with Shion, I went to the front of the shoe box. She is a little far away from him, so he won’t have to worry about her peeking inside.
He open it.
Dozens of stains on the shoes and inside the shoebox were written words of abuse, such as “Die,” “Go away,” “Gross otaku,” and so on.
Sousuke stood alone in front of the shoebox.
He opens it.
Sousuke felt like turning away from the box. There are stains, abusive language, and even mud on his shoes.
Today, the textbook he kept in his desk was wet. A classmate sitting next to him was willing to show it to him, which was nice.
A faint laugh was heard and he turned around.
“Oh no, I just made eye contact with a otaku~”
The three girls went away as if they were escaping.
Washed under the faucet and went back home.
The next day.
On this day, unusually, Shion and Masaki gathered with him in the shoebox.
“Good morning, Harigaya-kun”
“Yoo, you’re up early, you know?”
“Sou-chan said something about taking the bus one bus earlier. ……Huh, something wrong?”
“What is it? is there a love letter in your shoebox?”
The two of them looked into Sousuke’s shoe box.
There was a love letter in it.
They both exclaimed.
There were the remnants of a pair of slippers that had been cut up with scissors.
“W-What is this?”
Sousuke turned his head.
“Seriously, this is terrible. ……”
Sousuke reached into his bag. The one he took out was a plastic bottle of mineral water.
“Hey, you two. Do you know what class Hashirama is in?”
“Hashirama? I think she’s in the first class. Don’t tell me this is Hashirama?”
Sousuke ran to the shoe box of the first class. The two followed him. After checking the names, he opened the bottom shoe box. Loafers in a lovely size were tucked into the box.
Sousuke silently removes the cap of the mineral water and pours it all over the shoes without hesitation.
He poured out the entire bottle of mineral water.
Next, he took out a carton of milk from his bag. It was already expired.
He opened it and carefully poured it into the shoes. Since the loafers were expensive and designated for private schools, there was no need to worry about leakage. The mineral water, however, has leaked out. It is supposed to rain before noon today, so it will probably be less noticeable.
Finally, he crushed the carton and was done with it.
“Now. Shio, do you have a notepad?”
“Heh? Ah? Y-yes”
“Give me something to write with.”
“What are you going to do?”
Sousuke wrote some words on the borrowed notepad and placed it gently on the tip of her shoe.
[If you do it again, I’ll crush you♡]
Behind Sousuke, Shion and Masaki shivered.