Chapter 13: I was severely harassed by the shoebox, so I rebelled part 4.

　Early in the morning, at 7:30 a.m.

　Wakaba Hashirama and two of her friends went out of the main gate. The three of them had a routine of coming to school early and chatting in the empty classrooms.

“Have you cleaned the stains off your slippers yet, Wakaba?”

“Milk smells bad when it dries, so you’d better be careful.”

“I know, I know. I washed them in the laundromat’s shoe washing machine, so they are perfect.”

　Wakaba closes one eye and shows it.

“Ah, it is, it is!　It sure looks clean.”

“Good for you. However, it is a terrible thing to do, isn’t it? The milk.”

“Really.”

　Wakaba nodded vigorously. Then she crossed her arms.

“I remember that he often goes to school with a girl. Is it her?”

　Then her friend chuckled.

“Then, how about we do it all together sometime?”

“That’s a good idea.”

The conversation went on and on until they reached the entrance to the school. Wakaba, absorbed in the conversation, opened the door of the shoe box. And then

“Kyaaaah!”

　It was a powerful avalanche. A large amount of chicken food that had been shoved into a shoebox came pouring out. Fortunately, there was no one around but the three of them, so they weren’t looking at the terrible devastation.

　Wakaba was stunned for a while.

“What is this?”

Two people ran up to her.

“You’re kidding me. ……”

“Awful.”

　Wakaba was depressed, her body trembling with anger.

“I won’t allow it. I’ll never forgive him. …… He can’t do anything on his own, so he makes women do it for him.”

“Oh, that’s the spirit!　You’re getting too carried away with your creepy otaku habit, aren’t you?”

“He’s a creepy otaku, and he’s getting too cocky.”

　The three nodded to each other in negative cohesion. Later, she noticed the oil-stained desks and water-damaged gym shoes, which further amplified her anger.

　Morning, before morning assembly.

　Sousuke entered the classroom with Shion and sat down in his seat.

“Hiyo. How was it?　How was your shoebox today?”

“Oh, this was in it.”

Hmm?”

　Sousuke puts a light blue memo on the desk.

[Dear Sugaya-kun, I have something important to tell you. I’ll be waiting for you in the science lab after school. I would be happy if you could come.]

　As Masaki read aloud, that was all that was written in round letters.

“It looks like a confession call …….”

“Of course not. There is no way that a girl who wants to confess her feelings for me would put such a thing in my shoebox after seeing the mess it is in right now. It’s Hashirama, isn’t it?”

“Well, it is normal to think so.”

　It’s a blatant trap that anyone can see.

“Harigaya, she’s finally set up a direct confrontation.”

“You look happy. ……”

“Depending on how the other side comes out, I could end up doing a lot of things. Wakaba Hashirama’s social status, her life, her future, and so on.”

“I get it, I get it. Don’t hold the phone any longer. You will break the screen.”

　The anger of Sousuke is at its peak because of yesterday’s water pistol incident.

“Oh, yeah. You may not want it when it comes to this, but do you want to hear what’s new between the bridges?”

“Hmm?　What did you find out?”

“About Asahiga, I heard that Hashirama is the head of the Asahiga fan club behind the scenes.”

　Sousuke stopped moving.

“…What the hell”

“You heard that right. Asahiga fans get together and exchange information, apparently. I heard it exists on the Internet as an underground website.　It’s a members-only site, so you have to be introduced by someone to get in.”

　Sousuke put his hand on his chin.

“I knew I was being harassed because of Asahiga’s Senpai relationship, but a fan club? I thought it was just the three of them.”

One would think it would be just those three, but it might be better to change the way to attack them. Even if he beats Wakaba Hashirama, there is a possibility that someone nasty will come out later.

“I’m glad you’re here. I’m a little calmer now.”

“I see. I’m glad to hear that. You were giving off an aura that you were going to kill someone.”

For now, he will have to hear what they have to say and what they want.

　After school.

　Sousuke was heading to the science lab, the designated place for the memo, after getting ready to go home.

　He had been furious until the morning, but his calm judgment was returning.

　He went to the door of the science room on the second floor of the Special Classroom Building, Tokubetsu Kyoshitsu-to.

Placing his hand on the handle, sliding it to the side. A step or two in.

“Eeiii!”

“Tsu!”

　A large amount of white liquid was poured on him from the side. It was so much milk that he got soaked all over.

“……”

The grinning ones with the bucket pointed at them were Wakaba Hashirama and her two friends.

“Did you think there was a pretty girl waiting for you?　Otaku-kun?”

　Walking slowly, they approach.

“You’re getting a little carried away, aren’t you?”

　Sousuke took off the cap of the mineral water he had taken out of his bag.

“You’re annoying, creepy otaku.”

　He held the bottle over Wakaba Hashirama’s head and tilted it as if he was going to spill it out.

“…Heh?”

　It ran down her head, wetting her hair and running down her face, her uniform slowly filling with water.

　Finally, he shook the bottle, which was low on water, aimed at her face and squeezed it. The water came out in a powerful stream, wetting her face, which was wearing natural makeup.

　Sousuke tosses the plastic bottle on the floor and gives her a cold stare.

“Anything else to say?”

　A science room war breaks out.

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