Fifteen minutes to go until the full dismissal time. Sousuke and Masaki had come to the first grade classroom.
There was a faint orange glow in the western sky, and the sky was light blue with shredded clouds floating in the sky.
The inside of the classroom was dimly lit.
“Well then, good luck.”
Masaki went out into the hallway with a complicated expression on his face. Sousuke asked her to keep an eye on the classroom to make sure that no other students come in here. At this time of the day, there should be no problem, but there is always a contingency.
“Thank you, Harigaya.”
“I have an awful feeling of guilt.”
With Masaki blabbing in the hallway by his side, Sousuke placed the bucket in his hand on the floor. He borrowed it from the cleaning toolbox and fetched water from the tap. He opens the “Hashirama” locker at the back of the classroom. It’s a shoe box too, but thankfully it’s the bottom locker so it’s less likely to cause damage to other students.
Inside were a pair of gym shoes.
Sousuke took them out and dunked them into the bucket of water without hesitation.
“Huh, did she take the gym clothes back with her ……?”
It seems that the water attack can only be done with shoes.
The water is drained well when it is fully contained, and then returned inside the locker. If they start leaking in the classroom, it will cause problems for other students. Adjust the shoes so that it is only obvious when she actually put them on.
Incidentally, when Sousuke himself was attacked, it was very difficult because of leakage. He falsely told his classmates that he had overflowed mineral water and immediately cleaned up the mess himself. Thanks to that, he had to spend extra effort from this morning.
Sousuke closed his locker and looked around the classroom. He looked at the seating arrangement chart on the teacher’s desk and checked Hashirama’s seat.
Sousuke put disposable plastic gloves on both hands. He then pulls out a miniature bottle of cooking oil from his bag. He drips it on the desk and spreads it evenly. He carefully applied it to the inside of the desk and wiped it lightly to make it shiny.
“I feel sorry for the chair…..”
Mercy is important. Even those are girls. Let’s not let it affect their underwear.
He put away the bottle of oil, grabbed the bucket, and went out into the hallway.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Are you finished?”
After rinsing the bucket under the tap and putting it back in the cleaning box, they decided to head for the elevator.
“I’ve got to be polite about it.”
Sousuke looked at Masaki with a blank expression.
“…… what’s with that face?”
“No matter how I think about it, the level of harassment is disproportionate. I’d love to dump chicken food into her lockers, or carve a deep “Die!” into their desks with a carving knife, but I’m not going to do that because it would be a nuisance to others. But, well, it looks like they put a new harasser in my shoebox today, so I’ll see what I can do about it.”
“It’s simply. Seriously, you’re awesome.”
“Hahaha. And by the way, if you’re not biologically a girl, they don’t condone it, right?”
Masaki nodded and looked forward.
“I mean, you poured the milk, but you planted it again?”
“I had it planted before I realized. After that, she panicked, so it must have been left untouched.”
He ran into Asahiga near the entrance to the elevator.
“Oya, are you guys just leaving?”
Apparently he was on his way home too. He was alone, apparently, sorting out the public morals committee’s paperwork.
“Thanks for your hard work.”
“Good work. I’ll introduce you at the meeting. Sorry for the advisor’s inconvenience.”
“No, it’s fine.”
Then, Masaki looks around.
“Senpai, the girl who came with you the other day isn’t with you?”
“Oh, you mean Hashirama-kun? I could have handled it all by myself today.”
Sousuke thought. He remembered the conversation he had just heard.
[Why does Asahiga-senpai like that guy?]
From the way she said it, Sousuke’s harassment may have something to do with him. After all, it seems that his membership in the public morals committee was the cause of the harassment in the first place.
“Oh, it’s late already. What a pity.”
“Did you have any plans?”
“I wanted to go see a movie if I could get home early. Even if I had time, it’s not a very famous movie, so I decided to go alone. …… Do you guys like historical dramas?”
Asahiga’s eyes lit up in anticipation.
“I’m sorry, I don’t.”
“I don’t watch it either.”
His shoulders slumped at the words.
“I though so. Thank you. Well, take care.”
There, he parted ways with Asahiga, who said he was going to return the key to the staff room.
And then the entrance.
“So, how’s the harassment today?”
After all this time, nothing would surprise him. Muttering this in his mind, he opens it.
As a result, water splashed his face vigorously.
Looking inside the shoebox, he saw the muzzle of a toy gun that looked like a water pistol facing him, and the trigger was pulled when he opened the door.
Sousuke stared at the inside of the shoebox with a cold expression.
Masaki also looked stunned.
“You want to go this far, ……? Are you an idiot?”
That day, a large amount of chicken food was dumped into Wakaba Hashirama’s shoe box.