bus's plot

The air was heavy. And though Ayanakoji only looked at him for a few seconds as he reached a seat behind Rokusuke, he and the passengers nearby felt their skin crawl.

Does he hate me?

Why?!

This was not something he had anticipated. His plans suddenly fell apart in a hurry. He didn't want to take part in the dirty battle between classes, nor to knock anyone down. Is it wrong to want to pick up pretty girls from your favorite novel, when he was probably the only one able to do so, and enjoy the story peacefully from the inside without being directly affected? It doesn't matter anymore.

Now I must play against him to survive,' he sighed.

While he was meditating his ejas sharpened slightly, and a small resolution appeared in his eyes: I will not be crushed! Not after receiving this dream opportunity.

"You should give the chair to the old lady"

one woman spoke loudly for all to hear. her recipient was a dark-haired student reading a book. At the warning, she did not flinch and gave the impression that she did not hear it, but obviously this was not the case.

"Preferential seating is for the elderly, disabled, and pregnant women, don't you think it?"

The woman felt that the girl was challenging her, so her tone was serious.

The girl didn't move to respond.

"Hey!" said the very exasperated woman.

Instantly, Kushida intervened and spoke softly, "Today is a very quiet and spring day. It's perfect for doing good deeds like giving your seat to an old lady.

The student raised her face and looked bored at Kushida. I was about to say something, but I got up from my seat.

"For you, madam, there is a legal situation, and for you (look at Kushida) the situation is moral. But both of you have made a terrible mistake; there is no situation, because next to the driver there is an empty seat. So, they never cared to give the old lady a seat. What were their real intentions?"

Rokusuke paused and pretended to think by putting his right hand on his chin.

"To receive the satisfaction of having authority over the younger ones? To receive praise for showing us great moral principles? I don't know. Come with me, I will take you to your new seat," said Rokusuke as he took the old lady by the hand and helped her.

Neither of them responded to his questioning.

They were completely unarmed!

Suddenly, a message appeared above their heads: Very angry. However, Kushida's expression showed shame.

The rest of the trip was silent, but every so often the dark-haired girl looked at Rokusuke out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes were curious and puzzled.

As he stepped off the transport, he gazed excitedly at the school.

It is enormous!

Its buildings were imposing and there were plenty of green areas to pass the time.

Suddenly, the bell rang and marked the beginning of the school day. The beginning of my story, he thought.

"Why did you defend me?"

The dark-haired girl asked seriously.

"I don't like pretty girls being bullied", he answered with a small smile. This event was normal for him, after all this young girl was...

"I'm Horikita Suzune, and I don't need your help!"