Chapter 1

Sobu High School.

As I walked down the busy school corridor, I tried to remember the lesson schedule.

"Even if this is an educational institution with a humanitarian bias, but I am ready to come here for the sake of such a form ..." ─ I thought, carefully running my eyes over the young figures of girls. ─ "No. I'm not thinking about that. " ─ I had to come to my senses, because the first hour of classes will begin soon, and I have not yet made up for the lack of information.

But what can I say ... I could not even remember which subject was the first.

Most of all in my life, I liked dreams and girls, although the latter were less accessible than sleep. Feeling from early childhood an abnormal attraction to these adorable creatures, I was lost when it came to a simple conversation, feeling insecure, and then, for a long time, I reproached myself for this and was ashamed.

Time passes, and I gradually changed, becoming callous in character.

"These are pretty too." ─ Again I had to be distracted by two schoolgirls passing by. ─ "White knee-highs ... if it was a little taller, you could give seven points."

The girls whispered merrily while discussing their vacations. They spoke quite loudly for moments, but so energetically that I could not even understand half of it.

Having Western roots, I had to live abroad almost all my life, but for the second year now, I am joining a new society.

─ Japanese is still difficult to learn ... ─ I muttered to myself, trying to find someone from my class. ─ "I have a problem not only with the language."

The Japanese remained the same for me, and the whole first day of school, I killed my classmates looking at the skirts and legs.

─ So I will look for them by their shape. ─ I decided out of despair as I remembered the distinctive features. ─ "And it's time to switch to faces."

At that moment, the door to the teacher's room opened, near which I stopped by chance.

─ And who are you going to look for by shape? ─ A female voice sounded, but just in English, with a barely noticeable accent.

Looking at the girl standing in the doorway with a stack of papers in her hands, my heart almost stopped.

"Did she hear my monologue?" ─ I panicked, but outwardly I remained calm. ─ Good hearing ... Or did you overhear? ─ I went on the offensive, smiling with a restrained smile.

─ No, no. ─ The person answered without reacting to the provocation. ─ Just keep your voice down.

While the student gave me a studying look, I looked at the time. There was a minute before the bell, which is why the corridor was already empty.

─ Oh, but I happen to be ... I'm late. ─ I managed to find a reason to retire by switching to Japanese, but it was not convincing. ─ "Damn tongue ... What is that pause at the end?" ─ I was immediately reproached with myself.

Having adjusted the strap of my briefcase, I was about to leave the girl. Such considerate persons have never inspired confidence in me.

─ Our class is on the wrong side, but one floor higher. ─ The girl said when I was about to take a step.

"This is a failure…" ─ I had to state the fact by pressing my lips into a thin line.

Not only were we from the same class, and I did not remember it, but also my ignorance of the schedule came out.

"There is only one thing left." ─ I decided with a heavy feeling, turning to the girl and holding out my hand. ─ Rick Raijetsu.

To smooth over the impression, I had to show a bit of respect.

─ Rico Amarai. ─ The girl calmly introduced herself, but did not shake her hand, just tilting her head slightly. ─ Head of class B1.

Immediately after the words of my classmate, and also the headman, the bell rang.

─ Let's hurry. First Japanese lesson. ─ She said, and then closed the door to the teacher's room, which was empty.

I followed the girl, even more annoyed.

For me, linguistics lessons took pride of place at the very bottom, and especially when the school day begins with them.

"The elder was taken to the board when the voting was over ... How could I not remember her?" ─ I had to blame myself.

─ Raizetsu. ─ A girl approached, cutting off my thoughts. ─ Are you in your home country, did you feel the same way about studying? ─ She asked, looking through the stack of papers in her hands along the way, trying to catch the right sheet.

It was extremely difficult to do this on the go, and when the strap of her school bag began to slide off the girl's shoulder, the difficulty increased significantly.

─ No, I loved some subjects ... Especially mathematics. ─ I chose the right words, evaluating the figure of my companion from the background.

Although she was the headman, she was first of all a girl. Riko's height, in comparison with most of the students of this school, was considered above average. In contrast to my subconscious idea of ​​the "Headman", the girl did not reach the level of a nerd. She did not wear glasses, and there was a reasonable amount of makeup on her face. Outwardly, she pulled 6 points out of 10.

─ According to yesterday's testing ... ─ The girl continued, catching one of the sheets when we were already climbing the stairs to the third floor. ─ For all your questions, the answer is "Yes".

"Found something to ask ... I don't remember what the test was about." ─ I thought with displeasure, looking over the shoulder of my interlocutor, since I allowed growth. ─ What exactly is wrong here? The school year has begun, and I am full of ... What does it say on yours? Enthusiasm to work from sunrise to sunset! ─ I answered a little pretendingly. ─ Therefore, I had a positive answer to all the questions ... Even about the Japanese language.

The last part of my words, I managed to pronounce through force, turning my head to the side, which made it indistinct.

In fact, I did not attach any importance to this test at all. I have always considered this process a waste of time, choosing random answers if it was not scored. It's just that this time, my laziness reached its climax.

─ There is no question about Japanese here. ─ The headman did not ignore my words.

─ Hh ... ─ I choked when we were already approaching the escape door.

Quickly hiding the sheet in a common pile, the girl was the first to open the door and went into the classroom.

"In her eyes, the joy of victory ... a small victory." ─ I managed to notice when I followed.

─ Oh, here's Riko-san. ─ The elderly teacher was overjoyed when he got up from his seat and walked towards us. ─ Thank you for helping us collect the test forms. ─ He thanked the girl, glancing over the stack of papers in her hands.

Half of the students present were still not ready for the lesson, chatting animatedly and rummaging through their bags. They already got to know each other, in which I lost a lot to them.

─ Nakajima-senpai, no thanks. ─ The girl answered with respect as I looked around the class.

Now, it was required to remember these faces, so that next time, I did not have to resort to outside help.

─ Right. No thanks ... ─ I decided to take advantage of the situation. ─ "There will be just a good reason for being late."

Looking from the girl to me, it took the teacher a little time to clear up the situation for himself.

─ Oh, did you help? ─ The old man suggested, smiling gratefully.

─ But I had to be a little late ... ─ I added apologetically, rejoicing quite a bit in my heart, but it was too early to rejoice.

─ No, he just got lost and I brought him. ─ A girl rudely interrupted my idyll, without the slightest hint of sympathy.