After I Saved Kirigiri San, a Cool, Sharp-tongued Gyaru, From a Pick-up, She Started Coming Into My House the Next Day
“Yuuma. Let’s go home together after school.”
As the afternoon classes were drawing to a close and only modern society remained, a beautiful girl approached me with a cool look in her eyes.
—She is Kirigiri Misuzu.
She has long, clear black hair and white skin. And a sharp face that cannot be criticized.
She is a gyaru with a miniskirt, loose socks, and long fingernails, but she is not the kind of gyaru you can find anywhere, and she is somehow cold. She is not the usual “sunny” type of gyaru, but has a coolness about her.
She is always in front of her gyaru pals, the top of the caste and the center of the group.
“Hey, are you listening to me? Oii.”
She is about 165 centimeters tall, neither too small nor too tall, and has a model-like style. I was drawn to her, even if I didn’t want to be.
In addition, her test scores were the highest in her grade, and she was popular among the teachers.
Despite her good looks, she apparently has no boyfriend.
The boys at school who heard these rumors never left Misuzu alone, and I had seen them confess their love to her many times.
What’s terrifying is that all the boys who confessed to her—/
[You’re gross, could you please not talk to me?]
That one line was enough to destroy them.
She has a stern attitude toward boys and looks at them as if they were scum, which she does on a daily basis.
However, because they don’t want to be looked at like trash, there are few male students who dare to confess their feelings even though they have a zero chance of success.
“Eh? O-oh. Okay. I was just spacing out.”
Surprised by the sudden turn of events, I responded while feigning calmness.
“Class is about to start, so see you later.”
Saying so, she–Kirigiri Misuzu returned to her own seat with ease.
I told her not to be too conspicuous at school, but she was still…..gee……
The classmates’ gazes turned towards me and Misuzu.
The classroom was quiet for a moment as if time had stopped, but after a while, people began to gossip.
“Hey hey ! What’s going on over there !?”
“Why is that dull guy with Misuzu sama !? And wasn’t she smiling so much?”
“It was a nice atmosphere…”
“What do you mean…..I’m going crazy! !”
“My Misuzu sama…..”
You see, I don’t have to tell you.
That’s why I told her many times not to talk to me at school. I wish she would think more about her influence……
By the way, my name is Kinoshita Yuuma.
I’m an ordinary high school sophomore who started living alone a year ago in the spring. I don’t stand out in class and live a peaceful school life.
Perhaps it is because I’m not very sociable, and my grades are in the middle of the range. I’m neither ugly nor good-looking, and my athletic ability is neither good nor bad, so I’m a man who is worthy of being labeled as a dull man.
As soon as the class chime rings, the students are all slinking back to their seats.
Then, the phone in my pocket vibrated.
[(Misuzu) You were spacing out a little while ago, but were you listening to what I was saying?]
It was Misuzu.
[(Yuuma) Hey, what are you going to do with this?]
[(Misuzu) What?]
[(Yuuma) No, you’ll start a rumor in class ! ! I’ve got to prepare myself too…….]
[(Misuzu) Shut up. I don’t care (# ﾟДﾟ)]
[(Misuzu) What? Or is it so bad that our relationship is revealed? If we know it’s gonna be revealed eventually, then it doesn’t matter if it’s revealed today.]
[(Yuuma) Well, that’s true, but..]
[(Misuzu) I don’t mind if they find out. Anyway, is there anything you wanna eat today?]
I can’t believe she was able to forcefully change the topic like that…well, it’s in the past now, so it’s not manly to dwell on it.
I somehow managed to change my thinking.
[(Yuuma) Nothing in particular, anything’s fine.]
[(Misuzu) Well then, how about hamburg steak? (*’ω’*)]
[(Yuuma) Fine by me.]
[(Misuzu) Ah, I need to buy some ingredients. We’ll stop by the supermarket on the way home, okay?]
[(Yuuma) Got it～]
The messages with cute emoji characters naturally made me smile.
I suddenly turned my gaze toward her.
I look at the cool, sharp-tongued gyaru who is staring at the blackboard with a bored expression on her face as if nothing had happened earlier.
(Thinking about it, me with Misuzu.)
Who would have imagined that I, who was living a peaceful and ordinary school life, would get close to a beautiful girl like that in school like this?
It was two months ago when I met Misuzu—.
Maigetsu