Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

The main events in the lives of students, not just in high schools, often occur in schools.

That is why, as the title suggests, vocational students do most of the day in school.

Early morning greetings, lunch bickering, after-school entertainment, and sometimes stealing teachers' eyes during class to blossom into conversation.

Without exception, I can say the same thing.

Something irregular happened, usually while I was in school.

Even today, unexpected remarks were told from next door.

"... I'd love to go to the hot springs."

"... Hot Springs, I haven't been there lately, but I liked going out."

I don't hate hot springs.

It not only removes body stains, but also relieves fatigue and stress and, above all, allows one to enjoy one's time.

You don't need a conversation there.

However, it is a good thing that I can relax from my daily troubles on the hot tub and rest my body carelessly.

In the town we live in, it's about a small sum of money, and there's no huge spa facility, but it's not a distance you can't even get to if you have a car.

Not to mention Kirasaka would make it easy to get there with a driver.

If you consider the location and time, is it easy around Hakone?

In my brain search, it's about Hakone who comes up with the keyword for a day trip in a hot spring.

Oh, my God, she slightly toned her voice as she circled her own thoughts about what she said.

"Yes, that's good. Shall we go after school today?"

"I don't like it."

The opposite words were spoken unconsciously, like spinal reflexes.

What are you talking about? This woman.

Beautiful Lusaka, who had taken out his smartphone even during class, had already had several hot springs facilities displayed on the screen.

Was the idea the same, or is the search field typed Hakone?

Even if I say I don't hate hot springs, I'm not as capable of acting as I am of flirting after school.

Besides, I have some after-school business, too.

Being part of a club called Homecoming that competes for home faster than anyone else, I have a mission to get home quickly.

It is no longer an exaggeration to say that school events are more important than classes.

And if you want to add, I want to be in the living room sleeping on the couch waiting for a dinner made by Maple, sweating in the bath.

Turning down a suggestion from Kirasaka with an instant answer, he turns his gaze to the blackboard.

There was an appearance of Shizuku who had briefly answered the question posed by the teacher.

Many of the students had unanswered questions, which she had solved without difficulty.

Shizuku meets Shizuku, who looked back to solve the problem and return to his seat, as many of the class's boys gaze at Shizuku with a gaze similar to their longing.

……

……

A sharp gaze like a carnivore supplemented even by prey.

That... is the gaze of a hunting beast.

Were you even listening in on my conversation with Kirasaka?

I don't think it sounds like the same human hearing anymore.

There is also the word Hell's Ear, but that may be an outgoing true story.

Feeling chills in her spine, Kirasaka did not give up and made the next suggestion.

"You have no choice, I'll give you a concession in the near field today... what about here?

"Why is the conversation going on based on the premise of going..."

Why is it such an attitude as if she's compromising for you?

In the first place, I don't remember agreeing.

It was done by shizuku shifting his gaze outward until he made sure he sat down in his seat and appropriately flushed the words from next door back.

"Well, here's the problem: -"

Students listen to a teacher who finishes explaining the problem and moves on to the next problem.

Are you really asking, or are you pouring out of your opposite ear?

Usually, I listen to the majority of the classes, such as what they are about, just by appropriately writing questions and answers on my notebook, but only today I listen to teachers with exceptions.

... Otherwise, the after-school hot spring presentation from the girls next door is loud and I can't help it.

After school, I quickly take a seat when I make sure the bell rings announcing the end of the day on campus.

Successful start to athlete face loss, I should have gone out the hallway earlier than anyone else.

But when I noticed, my vision was inverted.

Yes, it was ”inverted”.

Intense shock and pain on the back, and a feeling of breath jamming on the chest.

"Whew."

There was a dumb voice in the sudden shock.

Then, from overhead, the voice of Beautiful Lusaka reaches your ear.

"It's supposed to be forbidden to run on campus, right? You can't have a student council officer breaking school rules."

You predicted in advance that I would escape, Kirasaka will put her body on my back when she gets up and restrain her body.

Before you get caught or anything, you should have moved faster in the classroom than anyone else, but are you stuck in front of the door before me?

Whatever the boy comic strip is, it scratches my pride as a man a little for being ahead of me with amazing physical abilities in reality.

Well, there's no great pride in scratching.

Beautiful Lusaka and I, who created a completely heterogeneous situation in the classroom, even if we don't like it, gather the glances of our classmates.

Naturally, Yudo was also looking at this one.

Raise your eyebrows and lower your shoulders as if to zero your sigh, and I will not forget that gaze I'm going to look at this one.

When I absolutely avenge him, I turn the eye of determination to Yudo.

Next, Shizukuishi's gaze shifts to the seater, but her figure is not there.

Shizukuishi sounded out of her head.

"Kirasaka-san, please refrain from making noise in the classroom... then take your hands off me."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that, I'll be careful in the future... and watch out for you too"

I'm scared... I'm scared of women fighting.

They're both totally talking in angry voices over my head.

The words added to the end of the story were a voice that would never have been heard except by the two of us.

The laughter of the two captured in the corner of their sight adds to their fear.

Why can a woman smile and have a conversation with someone she can call a natural enemy?

"If we're going to get you out of here, you need to get me to understand first."

"Why do I need to speak to you one by one? Whatever you do with him, isn't it my freedom?

"No... listen to me first, then move on"

Incorrect premise.

Pinch only one word into a statement as if it were our own possession, but it is not audible to their ears.

Their conversation becomes incandescent, even with me completely turned into air.

Yudo entered between them as if to stop it.

"Well, either way, it's not what we're talking about in a place like this."

I wonder why.

Yudo makes me look very reliable.

I feel the sparkle and prince effects have been added from my sight as well.

I thought... but it was the light of the sun plugged in through the window behind him.

Yudo Ohara who also turns the light of nature into his own power...... horrible child.

Such an idea comes to mind in a space completely made lonely.

Could you untie me sooner than that?

Until it bends the other way if it is bad completely beyond its limits.

It bends over to those who shouldn't have my joints.

"So you decide to compete in table tennis after the hot springs"

"I don't mind! Because I'm not supposed to lose."

"I don't have a choice, let's go with that plan"

... with which plan to go.

A proposal that had nothing to do with my intentions had been decided overhead.

I don't know how to talk about it, and I don't understand that the way decisions are made has become a sport.

But experience tells me that I can't deny three strangely convinced people.

"Then let's go because we're keeping the car waiting."

"I don't like it, I'm not going... let go Cora"

Beautiful Luosaka started walking as she untied her articulation and tried to pull the collar off my uniform.

Shizuku and Yudo follow me dragged by the cat's grasping method.

Shizuku is smiling to appease Nico and me, but it's only counterproductive to me now.

Where the hell am I to be taken?

If there's one thing I understand, it's that it's definitely a flow to the hot springs.