Episode 2: Is It Me Who Made The Blonde Saint Make A Strange Voice?
It was two hours ago, before the lunch break was over.
I was sitting on a bench in the courtyard, sipping a canned coffee, when I saw a woman’s wallet on the ground behind the bench. The wallet was themed as a particular character, a little too childish for a high school student.
I wondered who it belonged to, and when I looked inside, I found two ten thousand yen notes, various point cards, neatly arranged receipts, and a student ID card. The student ID card is an essential item here at St. Joseph’s Academy and is required to enter the library, use your locker, and use the school’s computers. It’s normal to carry it with you like this in your wallet or phone case if you are a student.
When I took the student ID card, I found the name, class, face photo, and student number of ‘Itsuki Sana.’
(Itsuki-san’s wallet… Surprisingly, the wallet is character-themed. I mean, it’s an ID photo, but this cuteness is surprising.)
Itsuki Sana is a celebrity here at St. Joseph’s Academy. First of all, she attracts people’s attention with her beautiful appearance and good style, and in addition, she is the top student in her grade. Not only that, but her athletic ability is so high that every athletic club wants to have her. In addition, she has an excellent personality and is known in the neighbouring schools as an unprecedentedly beautiful girl without flaws.
That’s why people call her─ ‘Saint-sama.’
Of course, she’s not the kind of person a mob like me can have a conversation with. There is an unspoken rule that only selected people can talk to her. The only people who could talk to her were the girls around her.
Itsuki-san acts like a high-class aristocrat, so I thought she would be using a branded wallet, but she was using one with a cute character design that… elementary and middle school students would use. I was a little surprised by that.
“Itsuki-san has a surprisingly cute side. I’m sure she’ll be in trouble if she doesn’t have her student ID card… I guess I have to quickly give it to her.”
As I put the student ID back into the wallet, a piece of paper fell out. At the same time, the bell rang, so I hurriedly picked it up, put it into my pocket, and went back to class.
Itsuki-san was in the class next to mine, but I didn’t have time to give her her wallet because I had to move to my next class. Feeling sorry for myself, I gave up my lunch break and dropped by her class—2nd year Class B— during the break before 6th period.
(Well, I can’t talk to her, so I’ll give it to one of her friends…)
With that in mind, I opened the sliding door of the 2nd year Class B.
“Whoa!”
“Oh!”
Immediately in front of me was the person I was looking for, Itsuki Sana. She was apparently about to open the door too and was a little surprised. Her large aqua blue eyes were wide open and looking at me. It was enough to make me feel like I was being sucked into her eyes.
I wanted to talk to her, but she was so beautiful that I couldn’t speak. I felt like I was rude to talk to her because I was too different from her. A commoner like me would never be able to talk to the Saint-sama… and I was made to believe that once again.
“I’m sorry. Please come in.”
As expected of the Saint-sama. With polite words, she made way for me.
However, she seemed to be in a hurry. She probably realized that her wallet was missing.
“Ahh, no. I was looking for you.”
“Looking for me?”
She looked at me a little suspiciously.
I’m not sure if she is wary of me or not. In addition, I realized the gazes of the people in Class B focused on me to the point that I felt pain.
Hostility, suspicion, those types of gazes. It was the type of gaze I was the most unused to. It was so suffocating that I felt like running away as soon as possible.
Even in this class, a man should not be allowed to talk to Itsuki-san. It is why this woman, Itsuki Sana, was such a precious presence in this school.
“Ahh, I just picked up something of yours. I just came to hand it over.”
With that said, I took her wallet out of my uniform pocket.
When she saw it, the face of the Saint-sama turned red.
“This is yours, isn’t it?”
“Ahhh, yes!! Where did I drop it?”
She took the wallet and walked out into the hallway as we talked, probably because, in the classroom, she would inevitably attract attention. I had just about reached the point where I couldn’t stand the stares any longer, so her thoughtfulness was a big help.
I realized in such a short time that she was popular because she could take care of things like this. she is perfect.
“Behind the bench in the courtyard.”
“Oh, it was there… I had my lunch there.”
She let out a sigh of relief and gave me a smile that made me want to pay her 3,000 yen for it.
(Is this the holy Saint-sama’s smile? Is this the school’s saint? She can make a living just by smiling, couldn’t she?)
It was a perfect smile that made me think something like that.
“Ah. I’m Itsuki Sana.”
“I’m Suzuya Kaoru from Class A. Anyways, I’m glad I could give it to you.”
“Suzuya Kaoru-kun, I am really thankful to you.”
“I was in a hurry because I had to use the computer in my next class,” She told me with another saintly smile. I felt like I could live for a week with that smile. It’s the kind of smile that can make people happy.
However, soon after that, she had an expression of surprise on her face. It was as if she had remembered something.
“… By the way, how did you know that this was my wallet?”
The angelic smile suddenly turned into an alarmed expression. I wondered what was going on.
“Yeah, I had a look inside and saw your student ID. Don’t worry, I didn’t touch the money or anything like that.”
“That’s all you saw on the student card… ?”
“Yeah? The rest was just a point card or money. I didn’t see anything else.”
“Oh, that’s fine. Thank you.”
When I confirmed this, she smiled at me again.
Maybe there was something in there that she didn’t want me to see. As expected, I’m not the kind of pervert who would turn over a girl’s entire purse, so please don’t worry about that.
“Bye.”
“Yeah, see you.”
I raised one hand and put my other hand in my pocket. That’s when I felt a piece of paper touch my hand.
That’s right. I remembered that some paper had fallen out of her purse. I have to return this too. Incidentally, I didn’t see what this paper was. I had forgotten that it even existed until just now.
“Oh, wait.”
When I stopped her, she smiled and said, “Yes?”
She gave me a sly smile and tilted her head.
“By the way, this one was also in your wallet, and it just fell off.”
The moment I held out the paper in my hand to her, Itsuki-san froze. I looked at the paper and froze too.
There, to my surprise, was… a pinpuri of the Saint-sama, Itsuki Sana. A pinpuri is a photo taken in a Photo Booth by yourself. It’s a painful activity sometimes done by lonely people who have no friends. In addition, there are pinpuri with very determined faces and cool poses.
This was the… kind of pinpuri that, no matter how you choose to put it, will always be painful.
“That…?”
I’m not sure if I’m seeing something I shouldn’t be seeing. When I looked at Sana-san, her shoulders were shaking.
“Come here.”
She screamed and grabbed me by the wrist, dragging me to the roof.
As soon as we reached the rooftop, she shouted like this:
“You…!! You’re stupid!! Die!! You should die right now!!”
Episode 2: Is It Me Who Made The Blonde Saint Make A Strange Voice?
It was two hours ago, before the lunch break was over.
I was sitting on a bench in the courtyard, sipping a canned coffee, when I saw a woman’s wallet on the ground behind the bench. The wallet was themed as a particular character, a little too childish for a high school student.
I wondered who it belonged to, and when I looked inside, I found two ten thousand yen notes, various point cards, neatly arranged receipts, and a student ID card. The student ID card is an essential item here at St. Joseph’s Academy and is required to enter the library, use your locker, and use the school’s computers. It’s normal to carry it with you like this in your wallet or phone case if you are a student.
When I took the student ID card, I found the name, class, face photo, and student number of ‘Itsuki Sana.’
(Itsuki-san’s wallet… Surprisingly, the wallet is character-themed. I mean, it’s an ID photo, but this cuteness is surprising.)
Itsuki Sana is a celebrity here at St. Joseph’s Academy. First of all, she attracts people’s attention with her beautiful appearance and good style, and in addition, she is the top student in her grade. Not only that, but her athletic ability is so high that every athletic club wants to have her. In addition, she has an excellent personality and is known in the neighbouring schools as an unprecedentedly beautiful girl without flaws.
That’s why people call her─ ‘Saint-sama.’
Of course, she’s not the kind of person a mob like me can have a conversation with. There is an unspoken rule that only selected people can talk to her. The only people who could talk to her were the girls around her.
Itsuki-san acts like a high-class aristocrat, so I thought she would be using a branded wallet, but she was using one with a cute character design that… elementary and middle school students would use. I was a little surprised by that.
“Itsuki-san has a surprisingly cute side. I’m sure she’ll be in trouble if she doesn’t have her student ID card… I guess I have to quickly give it to her.”
As I put the student ID back into the wallet, a piece of paper fell out. At the same time, the bell rang, so I hurriedly picked it up, put it into my pocket, and went back to class.
Itsuki-san was in the class next to mine, but I didn’t have time to give her her wallet because I had to move to my next class. Feeling sorry for myself, I gave up my lunch break and dropped by her class—2nd year Class B— during the break before 6th period.
(Well, I can’t talk to her, so I’ll give it to one of her friends…)
With that in mind, I opened the sliding door of the 2nd year Class B.
“Whoa!”
“Oh!”
Immediately in front of me was the person I was looking for, Itsuki Sana. She was apparently about to open the door too and was a little surprised. Her large aqua blue eyes were wide open and looking at me. It was enough to make me feel like I was being sucked into her eyes.
I wanted to talk to her, but she was so beautiful that I couldn’t speak. I felt like I was rude to talk to her because I was too different from her. A commoner like me would never be able to talk to the Saint-sama… and I was made to believe that once again.
“I’m sorry. Please come in.”
As expected of the Saint-sama. With polite words, she made way for me.
However, she seemed to be in a hurry. She probably realized that her wallet was missing.
“Ahh, no. I was looking for you.”
“Looking for me?”
She looked at me a little suspiciously.
I’m not sure if she is wary of me or not. In addition, I realized the gazes of the people in Class B focused on me to the point that I felt pain.
Hostility, suspicion, those types of gazes. It was the type of gaze I was the most unused to. It was so suffocating that I felt like running away as soon as possible.
Even in this class, a man should not be allowed to talk to Itsuki-san. It is why this woman, Itsuki Sana, was such a precious presence in this school.
“Ahh, I just picked up something of yours. I just came to hand it over.”
With that said, I took her wallet out of my uniform pocket.
When she saw it, the face of the Saint-sama turned red.
“This is yours, isn’t it?”
“Ahhh, yes!! Where did I drop it?”
She took the wallet and walked out into the hallway as we talked, probably because, in the classroom, she would inevitably attract attention. I had just about reached the point where I couldn’t stand the stares any longer, so her thoughtfulness was a big help.
I realized in such a short time that she was popular because she could take care of things like this. she is perfect.
“Behind the bench in the courtyard.”
“Oh, it was there… I had my lunch there.”
She let out a sigh of relief and gave me a smile that made me want to pay her 3,000 yen for it.
(Is this the holy Saint-sama’s smile? Is this the school’s saint? She can make a living just by smiling, couldn’t she?)
It was a perfect smile that made me think something like that.
“Ah. I’m Itsuki Sana.”
“I’m Suzuya Kaoru from Class A. Anyways, I’m glad I could give it to you.”
“Suzuya Kaoru-kun, I am really thankful to you.”
“I was in a hurry because I had to use the computer in my next class,” She told me with another saintly smile. I felt like I could live for a week with that smile. It’s the kind of smile that can make people happy.
However, soon after that, she had an expression of surprise on her face. It was as if she had remembered something.
“… By the way, how did you know that this was my wallet?”
The angelic smile suddenly turned into an alarmed expression. I wondered what was going on.
“Yeah, I had a look inside and saw your student ID. Don’t worry, I didn’t touch the money or anything like that.”
“That’s all you saw on the student card… ?”
“Yeah? The rest was just a point card or money. I didn’t see anything else.”
“Oh, that’s fine. Thank you.”
When I confirmed this, she smiled at me again.
Maybe there was something in there that she didn’t want me to see. As expected, I’m not the kind of pervert who would turn over a girl’s entire purse, so please don’t worry about that.
“Bye.”
“Yeah, see you.”
I raised one hand and put my other hand in my pocket. That’s when I felt a piece of paper touch my hand.
That’s right. I remembered that some paper had fallen out of her purse. I have to return this too. Incidentally, I didn’t see what this paper was. I had forgotten that it even existed until just now.
“Oh, wait.”
When I stopped her, she smiled and said, “Yes?”
She gave me a sly smile and tilted her head.
“By the way, this one was also in your wallet, and it just fell off.”
The moment I held out the paper in my hand to her, Itsuki-san froze. I looked at the paper and froze too.
There, to my surprise, was… a pinpuri of the Saint-sama, Itsuki Sana. A pinpuri is a photo taken in a Photo Booth by yourself. It’s a painful activity sometimes done by lonely people who have no friends. In addition, there are pinpuri with very determined faces and cool poses.
This was the… kind of pinpuri that, no matter how you choose to put it, will always be painful.
“That…?”
I’m not sure if I’m seeing something I shouldn’t be seeing. When I looked at Sana-san, her shoulders were shaking.
“Come here.”
She screamed and grabbed me by the wrist, dragging me to the roof.
As soon as we reached the rooftop, she shouted like this:
“You…!! You’re stupid!! Die!! You should die right now!!”
