The S**ttiest Gyaru in the Class Confessed to Me
The opening ceremony ended and it was time for orientation.
My classmates were all talking about the new homeroom teacher. They didn’t care how the previous teacher felt when she left. No one cared that Nagisa sensei was so distressed that he banged his head against the toilet.
Before I knew it, I was grinding my teeth.
Well, if I told Nagisa sensei how I felt, he would probably say, “Thank you, Nyan.”
Gross.
Huh?
I felt someone’s gaze.
…It was Miyabi.
That girl is hard to figure out.
She might be the bully who’s been harassing Ichika, but she also seems kind of sad.
Then the door opened.
A woman in a suit walked in.
She looked to be in her mid-twenties. She was about 5’1″ tall with fair skin and voluptuous thighs. Her slit skirt suit fit her so well it was almost annoying.
All eyes in the class turned to her, and the noisy classroom fell silent in an instant.
The new homeroom teacher was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty. Moreover, her features were not too sharp, giving her a somewhat cute appearance.
The blonde beauty stood in front of the teacher’s desk, holding the attendance book in both hands, and said,
“Nice to meet you. I’m Linne Underwood, your new homeroom teacher starting today. I’ll be teaching classical Japanese literature.”
Wow. Her Japanese is really good.
And she’s teaching classical Japanese literature?
The boys in the class seemed to share my feelings, and cheers erupted all at once. To be honest, no one in the class could have predicted that the new teacher would be a blonde beauty.
The orientation ended in about 10 minutes with a brief self-introduction by the teacher and some announcements.
Linne sensei was immediately surrounded by the boys. Even though globalization has progressed, it was still a scene that made me feel that blonde beauties are still special.
As I was about to leave, Linne sensei came over to me. When she bent down, a soft, mature scent wafted up to me. She leaned close to my ear and said,
“I’m interested in you. Let’s talk alone sometime.”
Huh?
Could it be that she likes me?
But we just met.
There’s no reason for her to like me.
My mother always said, “You’re not the type to be popular with girls. If someone is interested in you, assume they’re a scammer.”
I won’t be fooled.
Hmm.
Ichika is looking at me.
Oh no.
Did I let my guard down?
I’m scared of what might happen next.
After school.
Ichika and I ate lunch on the rooftop bench.
When I opened my lunch box, there were meatballs, sausages, and omelet. The omelet looked like it took a lot of effort to make.
“How is it?”
Ichika said that and then covered her face with her hands. …Maybe she’s nervous?
“It’s really delicious. Thank you.”
“I’m glad.”
“Yeah.”
Ichika was swaying her body from side to side.
Is there something else?
“Well, actually…I only made the omelet properly. The sausage was just grilled, and the meatballs were just heated up (mumbling).”
You can tell just by looking.
Besides, if the sausage was homemade, it would be so amazing it would be a little off-putting.
“I’m so happy. Make it again.”
Icika smiled.
“Next time, I’ll make the sausage from scratch too !”
“No, that’s a little too much.”
“Sou kun, you’re so mean…”
Ichika said that and hugged me.
After finishing our lunch, silence fell.
Ichika, unusually, seemed reluctant to say something.
“…I have something I want to ask Sou kun.”
Something she wants to ask?
That’s unusual for Ichika.
But that’s why I have to listen carefully.
“What is it?”
“Well, you know how people say I’m a slut, promiscuous, or have a bad personality?”
Huh. I’ve never heard her being called a slut before.
Ichika continued.
“That kind of thing. I don’t like being called that…. I know it’s my fault, and I can’t help it if people think that way. Before, I didn’t really care when people said it. But I don’t like being called that in front of the person I like. Plus, if my mom and dad hear about it, they’ll be sad. Please help me…. Sou kun.”
Maigetsu