It was exactly the time of season to change clothes.
For that reason, the next day Kurusu came to school in a white shirt without her blazer.
Two days have passed since then.
In class and during break, Kurusuâs behavior hasnât changed from before.
Midterms were five days away so club activities were on break.
Since I didnât really have anyone to talk to, I promptly returned home after school.
I havenât gone home with Kurusu. We havenât talked either.
But, our relationship definitely improved.
Sometimes, Kurusuâs eyes and mine meet.
Since I end up immediately turning my gaze away, Kurusu smiles at me.
Furthermore, her smile looks different compared to when she does it with everyone else, itâs somehow childish. Itâs a smile like it came from a mischievous child.
And then we come to now.
I was riding the bus.
I open my math textbook for the midterm exams.
On that occasion, I was called out to.
ãNee, Okutaniâ¦ã
ãN?ã
When I raise my face, Shirota Yotsuba from my class stood there.
Like me who does not have much experience talking with girls, she had very few conversations with the opposite sex.
ãAa, Shirotaã
Shirota was also in the same committee as me.
We were members of the Environmental Protection Committee.
The committee got together once a month after school to clean.
It was a committee where we went around the school grounds and the surroundings with a garbage bag and tongs picking up garbage.
Similar to club activities, Hashidzume High School makes it a duty for all students to be apart of a committee.
For that reason, there were a lot of unimportant committees like the health committee.
Getting lucky drawing lots, I became a member of the Environmental Protection Committee, and the one who joined me was Shirota Yotsuba.
Together, we have only done cleaning twice between April and May.
ãSorry for calling out to you so suddenlyã
ãItâs no big deal, what is it?ã
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Somehow, Shirota had a feeling like she was trying to be sneaky.
She is a lively girl and is a member of the softball team.
Her tan skin was dazzling and her short hair was forcibly tied up into two.
Her hand had a wristband around it. Her legs that were exposed from her skirt were tight with muscles.
Her eyes were big, her nose was high, and the freckles on her cheeks were kind of cute.
ãOkutani, is math your forte?ã
ãEh?ã
ãNo, I mean, lookâ¦there, that textbookã
Aa.
She is talking about the textbook I have open.
ãItâs not necessarily my strength but Iâm not bad at itã
I who love getting average marks donât have a subject I am strong in.
Incidentally, I also donât have a subject I am especially bad at.
If I had to say one, my weakness is art.
My drawings are hopelessly bad.
ãIs that so? Then nevermindã
Shirota turned her face to look outside the window like her interest was shattered.
Making up my mind, I tried to continue the conversation.
ãIs Shirota bad with math?ã
ãEh? Well, yeahã
ãSo then you tried to find someone to teach you how to study itã
âHow did you know?â, Shirota asked me with only her eyes.
No, well anyone would probably understand.
ãCanât you ask a friend you are close with?ã
ãI could, butâ¦ã
And then Shirota cut off her words and stuck her tongue out for just a bit.
ãIsnât it uncool? I am seriously weak with math. So, I want to avoid my friends finding outã
ãThen why did you tell me?ã
ãAfter all, youâre not my friendã
Certainly.
With the amazing Shirota Yotsuba.
Since I am not friends with her, even if I found out she is super bad at math, she wonât be uncool.
Is it fine if I cry a bit?
ãAlso, itâs because Okutani isnât a bad guyã
ãN?ã
I was confused at her unexpected remark.
Shaking her hand in front of her face, Shirota told me.
ãDonât misunderstand, I donât really like you or anything, okay?ã
Who is this tsundere?
ãI mean, when we collect garbage after school, you pick up garbage with your utmost effort.ã
ãI do?ã
ãYou do. Even when everyone irresponsibly finished early, Okutani just silently picks up trashã
I was not aware of that.
Thatâs right. Everyone finished early.
From now on I will do that.
ãWhen I saw that I thought, âAa, this guy isnât a bad personâã
ãWell thanks for that. But, I am not strong with mathã
ãThatâs why I said itâs fine already. Since I will do my best by myselfã
Muttering that, I caught a glimpse of impatience somewhere in her face.
ãNee, if you get a failing grade, will it be bad?ã
ãEh?ã
ãWell arenât you a part of a sports club? If you get a failing grade, wonât you no longer be a regular member?ã
ãOkutani, are you an ESPer?ã
Youâre wrong.
I just predicted it using statistics and human observation.
Thatâs a lie. It was intuition.
ãThatâs right. This time, if I get a failing grade, I will be dropped from the regularsâ¦ã
So thatâs why youâre in a hurry?
If thatâs the case, I can probably help.
ãIf you donât really need to aim for a high grade, itâs fine for me to teach youã
ãWhat do you mean?ã
ãSince I wonât lose to anyone in getting average gradesã
ãThatâs nothing to be proud about but, okayã
And then, the bus arrived in front of the station.
Since Shirota took the train going the opposite direction, After we passed the ticket gate we separated.
As we parted, we exchanged contact addresses.
ãIs it fine if I ask for help starting tomorrow?ã
ãItâs fineã
I will contact her tonight about the details.
On the train ride home, I constantly stared at the contact address I received from Shirota.
Shirota Yotsuba. Other than Mikoto, this is the first girl my age whose contact info I knew.
Which reminds me, even though I became friends with Kurusu, I donât know her contact address.