“I-It startled me! What the heck, all of a sudden!”
“And on top of that, using ‘儂’ (I) as a first-person pronoun… That’s not something girls your age would normally use…”
The classmates were taken aback by the transfer student’s spirited outburst.
“No, no! That’s just a cliché plot development… I mean, I don’t use ‘儂’ as a first-person pronoun normally! Oh… there’s no way I would!! But hey! I’m the transfer student, you know?! I’m a pretty popular girl who’s likely to become a topic of conversation! It’s kind of embarrassing to say it myself, but I’ve messed up big time right after transferring! So I thought, if everyone comes over here, maybe they’ll comfort me, you know?! I wonder if you’ll become my friends?!”
Instead of speaking in Kansai dialect, the transfer student awkwardly delivered a series of comments in standard Japanese, as if there were some circumstances behind it.
Well, it’s not unreasonable for her to have expectations. It’s the first day, and she’s already done something incredibly embarrassing, like a traumatic experience. With everyone flocking over like this, it’s understandable.
It’s funny how she’s calling herself a “beautiful girl” and such. Is there really someone who does that in real life, aside from anime? I have even less desire to get involved now.
“…Even if you say that…”
“Hey…? It’s not the right time to talk about that now, why don’t you ask me why I suddenly transfer here”
“”Sorry, honestly, we don’t need you right now…””
One after another, they uttered those words to her. I can’t help but feel a little sorry for her. When I casually glanced back, our eyes met with the transfer student.
“Ah, the person next to me! You’re terrible too!! We made eye contact just now, and you ignored me, and during class, you wouldn’t tell me which page we were on!!”
“You’re so annoying.”
My ears are still ringing from the earlier shouting. Maybe because of that, I unintentionally responded a bit harshly.
Could it be that she’s quite sensitive to criticism? Despite making a grand declaration during her self-introduction, she’s now tearing up with a pitiful voice.
“D-Don’t give me that scary look and get mad at me for nothing!”
Did I really have such a scary expression?
Being told that with such a face, I feel a little apologetic, though it’s undeniable that I don’t want to get involved. But she hasn’t done anything to me, and I don’t have any desire to hurt her.
“Taiga…! Let me say it again and again! I’m truly s–“
“I said it’s enough already!! Seriously, it’s fine!! Don’t apologize anymore from now on!!!”
As if to change the strange atmosphere, Sanada attempts to apologize again, but I reject him before he can finish his sentence.
These people are all so annoying. What’s the point of apologizing? Is it so that I can say, “Yes, I understand” and forgive them, and we can go back to being friendly, smiling idiots like before?
It’s obvious that they just want to alleviate their guilt of “hurting someone who didn’t do anything wrong.” That’s all it is to me right now, no matter how you look at it.
…Even if that’s not the case, I’m sick of it already.
Honestly, I find it bothersome to even speak, which is why I expressed a strong rejection in as few words as possible.
I don’t care anymore, and I don’t want any further involvement. So, don’t bother with meaningless apologies. Anyone with a bit of intelligence should understand the true meaning behind my words.
For the rest of the class, it shouldn’t be a problem if I no longer get involved. We won’t interfere with each other anymore. That’s the best course of action for both parties.
Moreover, classmates are at most acquaintances from high school. It’s a relationship that can be easily cut off.
Even Rinto, whom I should have been close with for 10 years, is the same.
Whether they truly understood the intention behind my words or not, everyone reluctantly returned to their seats with expressions of bitterness.
I then noticed that Mio was looking at me with a worried expression.
There’s no problem. I have Mio by my side.
“I don’t know what’s going on, but you’re amazing. Person next to me… Forgiving all those people in an instant…”
Next to me, the transfer student muttered something in a voice so soft that it could barely be heard. But I didn’t pay much attention to it and started preparing for the next class.