Episode 4: The Blonde Saint Was Not A Saint At All.
“Was this your first pinpuri?”
I asked Itsuki-san, who had fallen silent holding her knees. Intimidatingly, she glanced at me with tears in her eyes.
If you merely look at her face, it’s stupidly cute, but the reason for the teary eyes is so disappointing that I didn’t know how to treat it.
“Yes, it was my first time. I just took a picture to see what it was like because everyone else was taking pictures…”
“Uaaaa,” she sobbed again, holding her knees.
“I took the train for 30 minutes to go to a distant arcade so that I wouldn’t get caught…”
It seems that she took some measures to prevent the pinpuri from being found. They were measures that were too stupid.
“By the way, Itsuki-san, don’t you have a lot of friends? Why didn’t you take it with your friends?”
“I don’t have any friends,” She replied sullenly.
These words were shocking. She is always surrounded by her friends.
“What? I’ve heard that Itsuki Sana has always been surrounded by female friends most of the time, and that she’s a high-ranking flower who could only be conversed with through her female friends. That’s why you are a Saint-sama, right?”
“Huh? What’s that? Is that a story?”
Itsuki-san looked up at me disapprovingly. She looked pretty grumpy.
“Huh? Is it not?”
“No, I wonder if they are really my friends.”
Itsuki-san bit her lips with regret.
I don’t know what’s going on here. I couldn’t read the story at all. I felt a sense of discomfort as if the world I was seeing and the world she was living in were completely different.
“Then who are those people?”
“A wall.”
“What? Wall?”
“Yeah. You could call it a barrier. I’m just making a barrier to keep people from coming to me. It’s been the case for a long time.”
She threw the can of café au lait on the ground with a bang as if to say, “Damn it.”
“What do you mean? Why do you need to do that?”
“Ah… I see. Kaoru-kun is an external student, aren’t you?
Huh? Somehow, I was called by name without knowing it. No, but, well, it’s okay.
She’s a quarter, so maybe it’s a cultural difference. It’s normal for people overseas to call each other by their first names.
“That’s right. I entered St. Joseph’s Academy from high school.”
“I guess.”
As if to show she was convinced, she raised her eyebrows and gave a troubled smile.
Here, at St. Joseph’s Academy, people who enrolled from high school are called External Students. St. Joseph’s Academy starts from kindergarden, and about two-thirds of the high school students are part of the Escalator Students. Overall, External Students can be said to be a minority.
“I’ve been here since I was a kid.”
“Wow, your family must be really rich.”
“Shut up. What does it matter now?”
She glared at me, so I apologized with an “I’m sorry.” I didn’t want her to get any angrier.
“I think it started in the upper years. They didn’t want boys to get close to me, you know?”
“What? Why?”
When I asked her back, she let out a sigh and said, “You don’t have to ask me that.”
“It’s just that the boys… they liked me. Until about the middle years of elementary school, I used to play with both men and women. From junior high school and on, it’s been like now.”
In short, Itsuki-san was just too cute to win the hearts of most of the boys in the school. As a result, she must have made enemies with many girls. It’s tough being cute.
Normally, she would be a target of bullying. However, this is probably just a guess on my part, but Itsuki-san’s family is rich enough to send her to St. Joseph’s Academy since elementary school. It might be a reason why they can’t harass her openly.
Rather, the childhood group is likely to be overly well protected from the teacher. So, I think that if they touch her directly, the teachers would intervene, and there would be a chance that their own parents would find out.
As I just realized, the treatment from teachers is very different between External Students and Escalator Students. The Escalator Students are already given preferential treatment to the extent that it seems to be discrimination. On the other hand, External Students are treated rather coldly.
For example, Escalator Students are allowed to disregard their assignments, but External Students are punished and given more assignments. Even a violation of school rules is loose for the Escalator Students. It’s a terrible story, probably because of the difference in donations called school fees. Perhaps that’s why Itsuki Sana isn’t harrassed directly.
Therefore, they decided that it would be hard to target Itsuki-san for bullying, and they took the opposite measure. Like a bird in a cage, she seemed to be protected but was, in fact, trapped… In doing so, they tried to separate her from the other boys.
Well, in that situation, I began to understand a little bit how she felt, how terrified she was to let others know about the embarrassing thing called pinpuri. She had no one’s support in this school. She had no one on her side in this school, and she didn’t know what would happen if someone took advantage of her weakness in that situation.
The friends who seemed like allies were the enemies. However, they were not actually bullying her in any way. They’ve just become a bulwark around her, and I’m sure they’ve created the impression that others can’t talk to Itsuki-san unless it’s through them. As I unconsciously perceived it that way.
“I see. Hey…”
It is a very elaborate method. If this is how it is, there’s nothing Itsuki-san can do. She hadn’t been harmed in any way.
Itsuki Sana, who looked gorgeous, was a lonely and poor girl who was completely different from the image around her. She was a captive, no, a tentative saint who had been trapped in a birdcage all the time.
“Hey…”
“What?”
“About pinpuri. I’m not gonna tell anybody.”
“I can’t trust you. I mean, there’s no one here on my side.”
Itsuki-san said grimly, but I can’t just back down here. If I back down here… she’ll stay like this, forever.
“Trust me.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Okay, well, what if I told you that…”
“What if you what?”
I stood up quickly and walked up to the wire fence on the roof that prevented me from falling.
“I’ll jump off here as you requested.”
Episode 4: The Blonde Saint Was Not A Saint At All.
“Was this your first pinpuri?”
I asked Itsuki-san, who had fallen silent holding her knees. Intimidatingly, she glanced at me with tears in her eyes.
If you merely look at her face, it’s stupidly cute, but the reason for the teary eyes is so disappointing that I didn’t know how to treat it.
“Yes, it was my first time. I just took a picture to see what it was like because everyone else was taking pictures…”
“Uaaaa,” she sobbed again, holding her knees.
“I took the train for 30 minutes to go to a distant arcade so that I wouldn’t get caught…”
It seems that she took some measures to prevent the pinpuri from being found. They were measures that were too stupid.
“By the way, Itsuki-san, don’t you have a lot of friends? Why didn’t you take it with your friends?”
“I don’t have any friends,” She replied sullenly.
These words were shocking. She is always surrounded by her friends.
“What? I’ve heard that Itsuki Sana has always been surrounded by female friends most of the time, and that she’s a high-ranking flower who could only be conversed with through her female friends. That’s why you are a Saint-sama, right?”
“Huh? What’s that? Is that a story?”
Itsuki-san looked up at me disapprovingly. She looked pretty grumpy.
“Huh? Is it not?”
“No, I wonder if they are really my friends.”
Itsuki-san bit her lips with regret.
I don’t know what’s going on here. I couldn’t read the story at all. I felt a sense of discomfort as if the world I was seeing and the world she was living in were completely different.
“Then who are those people?”
“A wall.”
“What? Wall?”
“Yeah. You could call it a barrier. I’m just making a barrier to keep people from coming to me. It’s been the case for a long time.”
She threw the can of café au lait on the ground with a bang as if to say, “Damn it.”
“What do you mean? Why do you need to do that?”
“Ah… I see. Kaoru-kun is an external student, aren’t you?
Huh? Somehow, I was called by name without knowing it. No, but, well, it’s okay.
She’s a quarter, so maybe it’s a cultural difference. It’s normal for people overseas to call each other by their first names.
“That’s right. I entered St. Joseph’s Academy from high school.”
“I guess.”
As if to show she was convinced, she raised her eyebrows and gave a troubled smile.
Here, at St. Joseph’s Academy, people who enrolled from high school are called External Students. St. Joseph’s Academy starts from kindergarden, and about two-thirds of the high school students are part of the Escalator Students. Overall, External Students can be said to be a minority.
“I’ve been here since I was a kid.”
“Wow, your family must be really rich.”
“Shut up. What does it matter now?”
She glared at me, so I apologized with an “I’m sorry.” I didn’t want her to get any angrier.
“I think it started in the upper years. They didn’t want boys to get close to me, you know?”
“What? Why?”
When I asked her back, she let out a sigh and said, “You don’t have to ask me that.”
“It’s just that the boys… they liked me. Until about the middle years of elementary school, I used to play with both men and women. From junior high school and on, it’s been like now.”
In short, Itsuki-san was just too cute to win the hearts of most of the boys in the school. As a result, she must have made enemies with many girls. It’s tough being cute.
Normally, she would be a target of bullying. However, this is probably just a guess on my part, but Itsuki-san’s family is rich enough to send her to St. Joseph’s Academy since elementary school. It might be a reason why they can’t harass her openly.
Rather, the childhood group is likely to be overly well protected from the teacher. So, I think that if they touch her directly, the teachers would intervene, and there would be a chance that their own parents would find out.
As I just realized, the treatment from teachers is very different between External Students and Escalator Students. The Escalator Students are already given preferential treatment to the extent that it seems to be discrimination. On the other hand, External Students are treated rather coldly.
For example, Escalator Students are allowed to disregard their assignments, but External Students are punished and given more assignments. Even a violation of school rules is loose for the Escalator Students. It’s a terrible story, probably because of the difference in donations called school fees. Perhaps that’s why Itsuki Sana isn’t harrassed directly.
Therefore, they decided that it would be hard to target Itsuki-san for bullying, and they took the opposite measure. Like a bird in a cage, she seemed to be protected but was, in fact, trapped… In doing so, they tried to separate her from the other boys.
Well, in that situation, I began to understand a little bit how she felt, how terrified she was to let others know about the embarrassing thing called pinpuri. She had no one’s support in this school. She had no one on her side in this school, and she didn’t know what would happen if someone took advantage of her weakness in that situation.
The friends who seemed like allies were the enemies. However, they were not actually bullying her in any way. They’ve just become a bulwark around her, and I’m sure they’ve created the impression that others can’t talk to Itsuki-san unless it’s through them. As I unconsciously perceived it that way.
“I see. Hey…”
It is a very elaborate method. If this is how it is, there’s nothing Itsuki-san can do. She hadn’t been harmed in any way.
Itsuki Sana, who looked gorgeous, was a lonely and poor girl who was completely different from the image around her. She was a captive, no, a tentative saint who had been trapped in a birdcage all the time.
“Hey…”
“What?”
“About pinpuri. I’m not gonna tell anybody.”
“I can’t trust you. I mean, there’s no one here on my side.”
Itsuki-san said grimly, but I can’t just back down here. If I back down here… she’ll stay like this, forever.
“Trust me.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Okay, well, what if I told you that…”
“What if you what?”
I stood up quickly and walked up to the wire fence on the roof that prevented me from falling.
“I’ll jump off here as you requested.”
