Episode 9: The Saint Was In The Birdcage
“Oh, Kaoru, I forgot to tell you yesterday we’ll be using illustrations in the next world history class. Do you have it with you?”
Kazuharu suddenly asked me at the end of second period.
“No, I didn’t bring it. Are we going to use it today?”
“Yeah, since you were absent yesterday, you didn’t know to bring it with you today. I forgot to tell you… Sorry about that.”
“Damn, that sucks.”
I had to skip world history yesterday because of Itsuki Sana, the saint. Third period is world history, and apparently we are going to use an illustration, which isn’t often used. The teacher for that class is strict about forgetting things, and very sarcastic. If possible, I’d like to avoid that sarcastic attack.
“Speaking of which, I heard that B class also has world history today, so why don’t we borrow from someone in B class? For example, Itsuki Sana.”
Kazuharu suggested with a grin.
“Idio—”
I held it back, but I almost shouted at him. This guy was trying to provoke me.
“Oh, but if it’s class B, there’s Sato. You can borrow from him.”
Sato Asuta. He was an outsider who entered high school. We were in the same class freshman year, and we would often play together; since he became a sophomore, we have interacted less.
“Well, nice advice. Thank you.”
With a tongue-tied Kazuharu at my back, I quickly walked to Class B.
As I put my hand on the sliding door to enter Class B, I noticed my hands were slightly trembling .
(Why am I getting nervous entering?)
It’ll be alright… Now that I think about it, Sato is seated by the hallway near the entrance. I should be able to avoid seeing Itsuki-san.
—After taking a deep breath, I opened the sliding door.
What came before my eyes was not Sato, but instead, it was Itsuki Sana by the window. I felt pitiful as I was unconsciously searching for Istuki.
As usual, Sai-san seems to be surrounded by her cronies – or as she likes to call them, her “walls” – and talking to them
(Ah, she’s amazing after all.)
Even though there are so many people in the classroom, only her surroundings are shining. This classroom appears to be beautiful by itself. Is that because I’m attracted to her?
Itsuki-san’s cheeks turned red as she turned away when she noticed me in the classroom. I think she was surprised. But at that point, I turned my eyes away from her and searched for Sato.
Satou was reading in his seat. It was a novel namely ‘A 10 Year Old Shota Hero Raised by a Beautiful Demon Onee-sama.’ I’m a little curious about what that novel is about.
“Aah, Satou.”
“Ah, Suzuya-kun. It’s been a while.”
Sato closed the light novel and gently smiled. He is a so-called shota boy who’s short, not strong, and looks like a girl. It’s amazing that he isn’t a girl despite looking like one.
“Is it possible that you are comparing yourself to the shota hero?” I’m positive he wouldn’t let me borrow the illustrations if I said something like that so I’m just going to avoid that topic.
“It was amazing yesterday. The whole classroom was thrilled.”
He was probably referring to the incident where I was taken away by Itsuki Sana, a mob boy. In our classroom, the incident had already faded away, but I wondered what it was like in this classroom. Some people were still glancing at me, but they seemed to lose interest as soon as they realized that it was Sandou whom I was talking to. Maybe he’s not popular in this class.
By the way, I’ve heard that Class B has a high ratio of escalator groups. If an outsider enters the class, he or she will be left out like this. It’s a tough school.
“Yeah, it was. Anyways, I was wondering, do you have an illustration for world history
?”
“Illustration? Yes, I do. Did you forget your’s?”
He asked me as he pulled it out from his desk.
“I’m sorry, may I borrow it? I’ll give it back when I’m done.”
“Yeah, you can give it back at lunchtime. It’s fifth period.”
“Okay! Come hang out with us sometime in class A anytime.”
“Yeah!”
While having this conversation, I received the illustrations from Sato.
Actually, I was glancing at Itsuki-san while talking to Sato. Actually, rather than looking at Itsuki-san, I was looking at her group.
At first glance, it seemed as if they were talking like a group of five good friends. The escalator group’s rapport with each other created an atmosphere that could not be interrupted, and it was not an atmosphere that an outsider could talk to.
No, if you look closely, it’s different. Although they seemed to be getting along well, Itsuki-san was not being included in the conversation.
She was just smiling, making small gestures and responding in a reasonable manner when asked to talk.
(So this is Itsuki’s daily life, huh?)
“Not friends, but a wall.” After hearing that word, I felt like I knew what she meant when I saw this.
If you didn’t know anything about her, you would think that she was just a pretty girl talking with a bunch of friends. But in reality, it’s a wall that keeps people away from her. When the escalators from the elementary school are gathered, the wall looks even higher than it is to the average student. This makes it difficult to talk to other girls, let alone boys. It was a clever wall that covered her, and she really felt like she was in a birdcage.
I wondered if she would stay in this cage until she graduated.
(This is not good.)
With that in mind, I left Class B.
Episode 9: The Saint Was In The Birdcage
“Oh, Kaoru, I forgot to tell you yesterday we’ll be using illustrations in the next world history class. Do you have it with you?”
Kazuharu suddenly asked me at the end of second period.
“No, I didn’t bring it. Are we going to use it today?”
“Yeah, since you were absent yesterday, you didn’t know to bring it with you today. I forgot to tell you… Sorry about that.”
“Damn, that sucks.”
I had to skip world history yesterday because of Itsuki Sana, the saint. Third period is world history, and apparently we are going to use an illustration, which isn’t often used. The teacher for that class is strict about forgetting things, and very sarcastic. If possible, I’d like to avoid that sarcastic attack.
“Speaking of which, I heard that B class also has world history today, so why don’t we borrow from someone in B class? For example, Itsuki Sana.”
Kazuharu suggested with a grin.
“Idio—”
I held it back, but I almost shouted at him. This guy was trying to provoke me.
“Oh, but if it’s class B, there’s Sato. You can borrow from him.”
Sato Asuta. He was an outsider who entered high school. We were in the same class freshman year, and we would often play together; since he became a sophomore, we have interacted less.
“Well, nice advice. Thank you.”
With a tongue-tied Kazuharu at my back, I quickly walked to Class B.
As I put my hand on the sliding door to enter Class B, I noticed my hands were slightly trembling .
(Why am I getting nervous entering?)
It’ll be alright… Now that I think about it, Sato is seated by the hallway near the entrance. I should be able to avoid seeing Itsuki-san.
—After taking a deep breath, I opened the sliding door.
What came before my eyes was not Sato, but instead, it was Itsuki Sana by the window. I felt pitiful as I was unconsciously searching for Istuki.
As usual, Sai-san seems to be surrounded by her cronies – or as she likes to call them, her “walls” – and talking to them
(Ah, she’s amazing after all.)
Even though there are so many people in the classroom, only her surroundings are shining. This classroom appears to be beautiful by itself. Is that because I’m attracted to her?
Itsuki-san’s cheeks turned red as she turned away when she noticed me in the classroom. I think she was surprised. But at that point, I turned my eyes away from her and searched for Sato.
Satou was reading in his seat. It was a novel namely ‘A 10 Year Old Shota Hero Raised by a Beautiful Demon Onee-sama.’ I’m a little curious about what that novel is about.
“Aah, Satou.”
“Ah, Suzuya-kun. It’s been a while.”
Sato closed the light novel and gently smiled. He is a so-called shota boy who’s short, not strong, and looks like a girl. It’s amazing that he isn’t a girl despite looking like one.
“Is it possible that you are comparing yourself to the shota hero?” I’m positive he wouldn’t let me borrow the illustrations if I said something like that so I’m just going to avoid that topic.
“It was amazing yesterday. The whole classroom was thrilled.”
He was probably referring to the incident where I was taken away by Itsuki Sana, a mob boy. In our classroom, the incident had already faded away, but I wondered what it was like in this classroom. Some people were still glancing at me, but they seemed to lose interest as soon as they realized that it was Sandou whom I was talking to. Maybe he’s not popular in this class.
By the way, I’ve heard that Class B has a high ratio of escalator groups. If an outsider enters the class, he or she will be left out like this. It’s a tough school.
“Yeah, it was. Anyways, I was wondering, do you have an illustration for world history
?”
“Illustration? Yes, I do. Did you forget your’s?”
He asked me as he pulled it out from his desk.
“I’m sorry, may I borrow it? I’ll give it back when I’m done.”
“Yeah, you can give it back at lunchtime. It’s fifth period.”
“Okay! Come hang out with us sometime in class A anytime.”
“Yeah!”
While having this conversation, I received the illustrations from Sato.
Actually, I was glancing at Itsuki-san while talking to Sato. Actually, rather than looking at Itsuki-san, I was looking at her group.
At first glance, it seemed as if they were talking like a group of five good friends. The escalator group’s rapport with each other created an atmosphere that could not be interrupted, and it was not an atmosphere that an outsider could talk to.
No, if you look closely, it’s different. Although they seemed to be getting along well, Itsuki-san was not being included in the conversation.
She was just smiling, making small gestures and responding in a reasonable manner when asked to talk.
(So this is Itsuki’s daily life, huh?)
“Not friends, but a wall.” After hearing that word, I felt like I knew what she meant when I saw this.
If you didn’t know anything about her, you would think that she was just a pretty girl talking with a bunch of friends. But in reality, it’s a wall that keeps people away from her. When the escalators from the elementary school are gathered, the wall looks even higher than it is to the average student. This makes it difficult to talk to other girls, let alone boys. It was a clever wall that covered her, and she really felt like she was in a birdcage.
I wondered if she would stay in this cage until she graduated.
(This is not good.)
With that in mind, I left Class B.
