Translated and Edited by: luccayn.
-san: A polite suffix, but not excessively formal.
-kun: A common suffix among friends and younger people.
-chan: A common suffix among people you’re close with, mostly used for feminine nicknames and girls, since it’s cutesy and childlike.
-senpai: A common suffix and noun used to address or refer to one’s older or more senior colleagues in a school, workplace, dojo, or sports club.
TL Note: I’m translating names as if they were Western, meaning the first one you’ll see is the first name, and the other one is the last. I’m doing that for intuitive reading, but forgive me for any mistakes. I’m just another humble MTL translator.
It was just like any other ordinary classroom in any other ordinary school; 2nd year Class B of Nishijo High School. However, an odd assortment of smiles blossomed amidst the usual. These were no ordinary beams, however, for they belonged to a diverse group of beautiful girls who stood out from the ordinary. And at the center of that colorful bouquet, a male student stood exchanging joyful greetings.
One glance and you wouldn’t be able to tell him apart from any other guy his age. But the fact he was surrounded by these extraordinary girls only served to highlight him more as the odd one out.
Among them, he reached his seat and casually ran his fingers through his hair, revealing a vacant tinge to his look, to the delight of the girls.
“You look sleepy, Kou-kun. Trouble sleeping last night?”
“A bit, yeah. I had a good dream though.”
“Oh? A good dream?”
“Nothing special, just an old dream. One about the good old days.”
“Are you saying talking to us isn’t enjoyable?”
“No, nothing like that. Maybe I phrased it wrong.”
His mysterious tone only added to his peculiar flavor. The beautiful girls, watching his actions, could only blush faintly and hesitate as they looked at each other, unsure of who should pursue whatever he meant.
“So, what kinda dream was it, Kou-kun?”
It didn’t take long for someone to speak up. There stood a girl who hadn’t yet spoken. She gently tilted her chin, asking with a smile captivating enough to enrapture any living soul. It wasn’t clear whether she made eye contact with the other beauties, as she had been standing a step or two away.
“Nah, I won’t tell you. You’ll laugh at how trivial it is.”
“That’s not true! Tell me, please!”
“If you won’t tell, I won’t be able to concentrate during class.”
“W-Well, I did say I’d listen, so go ahead and tell us already.”
“No, it’s really not a big deal.”
Like the ebb and flow of waves, the back-and-forth between him and the girls continued. As the girls’ emotions grew more agitated out of impatience, the beauty who had stood apart earlier posed a question, just as before.
Such was their everyday life. Repeatedly, over, over, and over again. However, at times, the girls’ feelings happened to overflow from their lips, sweetly or bittersweetly. Perhaps their tender whispers were signs, but this group’s relationship would surely continue forever and ever.
After all, he’d never realize it.
Their swirling remnants and rampant feelings resided in this stagnant dead end of youth. There could be no change, no end to their relationship.
The girl who stood and asked, finally with her response, slowly looked at the opened classroom door. A fleeting premonition crossed her mind, only to dissolve back into the backdrop of youth and its quick pace. She briefly pondered what she’d been feeling, but even that thought was drowned out by the sound of the door closing.
The usual remains, right here. Unchanging.
She feebly smiled.
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