Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

The wind, still containing the heat, blows as it ascends into the blue sky.

A black forehead stretched close to his eyes swoops into the wind.

There is a brand new air for the new semester in the school, which was filled with the hustle and bustle of just the department's activities.

We hear conversations everywhere on campus that make us happy to reunite for the first time in about a month and spare us the days that have passed.

From freshman year onwards, the second semester of the event's on-parade finally began.

Sophomore year, the second year of summer vacation is over, next year finally the anxiety of taking exams comes to mind.

The third grade, the last summer was over.

This brings me to the end of my last summer in high school.

... It's become a line like the summer of high school balls.

Anyway, the mood varies and varies from grade to grade.

It's very different between me in the same two years and a strange boy student now.

However, what I do share is that a new day has begun.

I was already thinking about that as I walked down the road to the classroom where I was completely used to it.

Time will not return.

So the students who just said they were going to enjoy this moment now were bragging about how their summer was spent.

Will I remember when I was in high school in the future when I stopped and turned around?

My father had spoken of high school friends as lifelong.

But I don't have any friends like that.

I have bad friends from middle school, but there is no such thing as a stiff friendship born in high school.

In the end, time's luck.

It doesn't seem like a lifetime when I can truly understand the trend of beauty stories about my high school days.

Change to inner wear, go up the stairs and continue down the hallway upstairs.

Pass beside the students to sew the people waves and head to a classroom with three pairs for two years.

There were also sunburn influences, and several students were seen dramatically before-after, but that is also a routine event during the summer vacation.

Well put, it's dirty, healthy and worse, it can also be called a summer debut.

I just don't think that's fine dust if it's as tanned as it is, but if the hair color is changing, the story is different.

There are no regulations on hair at our Sakura no Hill High School.

I don't blame you for making it red or tea or blonde.

However, only the biased gaze specific to the student gathers anyway.

My appearance walking next to them like that hasn't changed anything from before a long break.

The colour of the skin also remains white and unhealthy, and even the hair colour does not touch anything.

Walk with a glimpse of them with a face that doesn't eat because there is no fine dust in the gaze and other gathering elements.

No, with all that hair dyeing, I don't want to think what an idea comes to mind because I saw the back of my father's head on summer vacation.

There should be a lot of these changes after a long break and they should be spreading out on campus.

In the freshman building, we'll be changing more than sophomores.

I'll even ask you at the student council meeting. [M]

Arriving in front of the classroom, there was enough bickering leaking out of the room to make me feel depressed.

I guess they're surrounded inside, without the need to put it into words.

For those classmates who haven't seen each other in a long time, it's a long awaited reunion.

When I opened the classroom door imagining that, the sight was spreading there as expected.

……

As at the time of the advancement, the gaze from the class gathers only for a moment, but as soon as I found out it was me who came in, the gaze was fogged.

And it's directed at the students they're looking for.

Girls' gaze goes to Yudo, boys' gaze goes to Shizukuishi and Kirosaka.

"Ogiwara, what were you doing on summer break?

"Kanzaki-san, was it true that Ohara and I were going to the summer festival?

I was bumping into the questions that each one of us had stuffy.

From their area of memory, I guess they've already forgotten about me, etc.

It was such a group, where students who were suspiciously dissatisfied with the circumstances and environment in which they were not present could be seen, without being able to correctly understand their relationship with the person in front of them.

Even with this sight, I don't feel anything.

I think they look pathetic surrounded regardless of their will, but they don't help or anything.

I resent myself for being so good that I deviate from my surroundings... what a humble word in my heart.

Yudo and Shizukuishi seem to have noticed that the fine dust also came into the classroom without trying to come near them, turning their gaze to this one but smiling bitterly at each other when they saw it had gone bare.

"... oh my goodness"

"Good morning, Makoto. You're not going to change your school hours in the new semester."

A morning greeting was exchanged at Kirasaka, sitting in the next seat, but her gaze was directed at the manuscript at hand without moving.

I sit with a little interest in what was not a brand new book today, but a little old.

"You don't need to go to school faster because it's a new semester... or did Kirasaka go to school earlier than usual?

"Yeah... I was at school an hour early"

... It would be too soon.

You're not even a pre-excursion elementary school student, so that's not true.

Thinking about the reasons for their only statement, she answered a pale question she hadn't even heard.

"It's the new semester, so don't tell me you've been waiting from the time you'll never come, considering the possibility that you'll come early?

"You know what? Don't tell anyone."

I don't have anything to tell you at the time I'm telling you in person.

I know it's her own joke, but it's just hard to tell from the tone and expression of her voice.

I sat back in my chair and put my stuff down, then turned my gaze into the classroom again, but it still had a different vibe than before.

Wherever you look, you can see some change.

The only three people who clearly know that it hasn't changed are Shizuku, who is surrounded by students a little further away from Beautiful Lusaka, who sits next to him, and Yudo, who is surrounded by his opposite.

Well, only these guys won't change quickly in terms of appearance.

Open the window and change the indoor air.

The breeze blowing in was still hot, but I felt it would keep the noisy, unpleasant air away in the classroom.

The second semester is the semester of the event.

There are cultural festivals at sports festivals, and we sophomores have school trips.

This is the busiest time of the year because we are also refraining from student council elections these days.

In addition, students started having fun and hard days because they had to do their schooling as usual.

……

If you look at the growing grasshoppers beside the school yard and then look back into the classroom, you're going to be under the illusion that you're lost in the amusement park as well.

That's about it, the first school in a long time looked loud.

"Speaking of which, the announcement of the student council election is tomorrow, right?

In the middle of that, Kirasaka told me to whine.

A voice so small that you can't hear it unless it's next door, to make sure.

"Tomorrow's lunch break... they even drove me to the student council board to take pictures."

Student union elections begin shortly after the break.

The next week will be even busier with elections.

Students should look busy responding to Koizumi and Shiraishi's competing situation.

Other HR, but still, if it's an election for the school we go to, it'll be fun to watch.

It's only a matter of concern to me now that I'm involved as a student council officer.

"Have you had a chance to talk to Mr. Shiraishi since then?

"I've contacted you several times during the holidays, but you never had a chance to see me in person... because it was like an exchange of information you didn't even need to meet in the first place"

"Yes... you haven't responded much to my contact, but you've been in touch with Mr. Shiraishi"

"... no, in your case, I would have called or come home before I returned the call"

The tail sounded cold enough to feel the chill.

But how many times have you had to go out?

Probably used to carry her shopping baggage, help her with it, and chores close to it.

I had a part-time job, so I tolerated it this time, but I'm firmly determined to say no next time, okay?

The summer vacation was also a far cry from what had been imagined due to the influence of running into various circumstances in the student council's activities.

But it doesn't make sense to have what's past in your roots.

Just one last time, turn a chilling glance, including personal feelings, but Kirasaka never looks at each other.

Read the silently recited text, and scroll through the page.

Only silence and voidness are born between me and her.

There is no conversation.

But that's easy and good for me.

With the minimum amount of conversation you need, a relationship that you don't want any more than that feels right to me.

Shizuku came this way trying to force himself out of the circle when he noticed that he looked pathetically at the girl ahead of the mundane agonizing group spreading in front of him.

At the same time, Yudo also exits the circle of female students.

By the two of them heading this way side by side, they stopped their legs in front of each other, behaving as if they didn't mind their gazing all over the class.

"Good morning, Mr. Kasumoto, and Mr. Kirasaka."

"... are you two going to expose me?"

A malicious gaze from the students standing behind them pierces me...

This is why I don't like talking to the central characters in my class in the classroom.

Kirasaka doesn't break his fortitude, but only at the end of Shizukuishi does he tremble his shoulders with pickles.

"Oh, I'm not the princess who seemed happy to be surrounded by boys students if you think of someone. I don't care about us. You can have fun."

"... it seems like some people came earlier than usual and looked at Sowa Sowa and the classroom door, but even I want to like it in the classroom"

... I'm scared.

No, it's really scary, isn't it? A conversational interaction that stabs a girl student in the end of her words.

If it wasn't for me, you'd be totally crying.

By the way, my knees are cracking and crying.

In detail, until my spine is also trembling.

Next to me, the prince leaning against the window looked forward to the sight.

"I kind of just pinched my summer vacation, but I miss you"

"... stop talking like a boy in high school in the middle of youth, you're disgusting"

"Exactly... and the atmosphere in your class has changed a lot"

You had feelings similar to mine, Yudo leaks a sigh of relief.

That was their only reaction.

Neither denial nor affirmation was Yudo's attitude.

It's a minor change, but do you realize that he has a little bit of a change, too?

"Anyway, you're going to be busy for the second semester"

"... right"

I saw the two female students arguing as every time next door, then I saw Yudo's face and answered.

Fun enough, the look on his face as if he was expecting the days ahead was like a different look from the look on my face that I saw reflecting on his leaning window.