The S**ttiest Gyaru in the Class Confessed to Me
One day, after the excitement of traveling had died down,
I was standing at the counter of a bookstore.
Outside, cicadas were chirping loudly.
It was a scorching hot day, and many people were walking around wiping sweat from their brows with towels.
However, where I was standing felt more like the Arctic.
I felt so superior that I thought I might catch a cold.
This store must be overusing the air conditioner.
As I was basking in my pleasure, the little girl next to me spoke to me.
“Sou kyun. That one over there. That’s not right. How many times do I have to tell you?”
Sou kyun…
What a stupid nickname.
And now, I’m being lectured by a girl with such a ridiculous name.
Her name is Endou Sayaka. She’s a vocational school student who lives in the next town.
Actually, I…
I started working part-time at the same bookstore as Ichika a little while ago. When Ichika and I have different shifts, I often end up working with this little girl.
And she’s my senior at work.
Looking at her again, she has naturally brown hair tied back in a ponytail and round eyes. She’s small overall. Ikka is 153 centimeters tall, so this girl, who is smaller than that, is probably around 140 centimeters.
And she has small breasts. I’m sure that would appeal to some people. She’s 19 years old, but she could pass as a friend of Aisha, who is in the second year of junior high school.
In short, she’s quite cute in a loli way.
But she keeps bothering me for no reason. It’s annoying.
Well, maybe.
Maybe it’s just because I have a bad memory, so I can’t help but get involved.
“Sou kyun. Are you listening? You were thinking about something perverted again, weren’t you? Well, at that time…”
Right. This girl is like this.
She is talking about my recent failure with great enjoyment.
A few months ago, I would have mistaken her for liking me. But now that I’ve climbed the stairs of adulthood with a kiss, I understand.
This is just a part-time job to kill time.
There haven’t been any customers since a while ago.
I should probably respond soon.
“Endou san, thank you as always. But it looks like customers are about to come in.”
“Endou san? Call me by my name. My name is Sayaka.”
Ugh.
“Oh, okay. Sayaka san. Please ring up the register.”
After serving a few customers who came in, the store was empty again.
Sayaka was sulking.
“You call Ichika chan and Ai chan without honorifics, so why do you call me that?”
“Because we’re not close enough yet.”
“…….”
Sayaka looked sulky.
“That’s rude.”
Sayaka stuck up “No talking” signs while complaining discontentedly. Then she puffed out her cheeks even more…like a balloon.
(Lolita old lady)
That phrase popped into my head, but I decided not to say it. I didn’t want her to cry.
No, but seriously.
You’re annoying.
Actually, I…
I might not be good with this type of person.
For me, someone like Ichika, who seems indifferent at first glance, is better. I want to meet my girlfriend soon.
Working at a bookstore is surprisingly physical work. Stocking shelves, working in the warehouse, etc. That’s why male part-time workers are welcome.
By the way, my main job as a new employee is managing the bookshelves. I learned at the bookstore that there are a certain number of people who return books to random places after reading them.
This is really annoying.
Please return books to their original places, or if that’s not possible, bring them back to the counter.
When I returned from my bathroom break, Sayaka was putting books back on the shelves. The petite girl was jumping up and down, holding a heavy specialized book and reaching for the shelf.
(If that hits her face, she’ll get a nosebleed…)
“That’s dangerous. Let me help you.”
I took the book from Sayaka and put it back on the shelf.
Then, Sayaka stopped moving for a moment.
“Oh, thank you. I’m not going to say thank you.”
With that, she ran off somewhere.
What was that?
It would have been quicker to just say thank you instead of insisting on not saying it.
Ichika and Ai seemed to have poor customer service skills, so I wondered if this store was okay. I didn’t want it to go out of business soon after I started working there.
After that, Sayaka didn’t bother me anymore.
On my way home from work.
To get to the station, I had to cross the railroad tracks, and I usually use the pedestrian bridge. But today it was under repair and couldn’t be used.
(Oh well, I’ll have to cross the railroad crossing.)
I didn’t feel like crossing the railroad crossing.
This railroad crossing is famous for never opening, and if the timing is bad, it won’t open for over 30 minutes.
I wish they would build an overpass already.
I think this railroad is hindering the development of this area.
As I approached the crossing, the warning bell rang, and I could hear the train approaching.
And in front of the barrier, there was a petite girl. She had brown hair tied back in a ponytail.
(Hmm. That’s…)
As I was about to speak to her, a boy who looked like he was in elementary school couldn’t wait for the crossing and bumped into the girl.
They say that people who have been in car accidents see the moment of impact in slow motion, and that’s exactly what happened. The girl staggered in slow motion and stepped into the railroad crossing with her right foot.
The train’s whistle grew louder.
The train would pass through any moment now.
I grabbed the girl’s left hand and pulled her back with all my strength. She was thrown to the opposite side by the momentum, so I caught her with my left arm.
The girl in my left arm looked at me.
Her face was pale and stiff, and her pupils were dilated.
Immediately after, her pupils contracted, and her color returned.
The girl’s eyes were wide open, and her mouth was frozen in a dazed smile.
I would later learn
that this is the face people make when they fall in love.
“S-Sou kyun…”
Sayaka gripped my hand nervously.
“Are you okay?”
“I think I might have fallen for you.”
For me, it’s only Ichika.
I can’t imagine anything happening with Sayaka.
But I can’t just brush off a girl with such a tearful expression, and besides, she hasn’t even properly confessed her feelings yet.
How should I respond?
But I have to give her an answer.
“No, I have Ichika.”
Sayaka tilted her head.
“No, I know.”
“Then you understand it’s impossible, right?”
Sayaka smiled.
“Yeah. So, I can’t choose between Ichika and Sou kyun. The three of us should just date♡”
Huh?
What is she talking about? This girl.
Maigetsu