It is earlier than usual at school.
The main gate, which is usually full of students coming to school during normal hours, is quiet at this time.
We went to the shoe box without incident and went straight to our classroom. As soon as I entered the classroom, an unbelievable sight met my eyes.
It was still early in the morning, and there were already people in the classroom, which I thought was empty.
Moreover, they had notebooks and textbooks out on their desks and were studying. This is a normal scene for a person who usually studies.
But it is Takayama who has his notebook open.
He sent me a message late at night yesterday, but he was already in the classroom. I involuntarily look over to Himekawa, who is standing behind me, and with eye contact, I tell her that there is someone in the classroom.
Himekawa sneaks a peek into the classroom from my side and looks just as surprised as I am.
Oh, just like me. She doesnât have the image of Takayama studying in the morning, does she?
Then Himekawa slipped by me and walked straight to Takayama.
Since my seat was in front of Takayama, I inevitably followed Himekawa.
âTakayama-san. Good morning. Studying in the morning?â
Takayama takes his eyes off his notebook and looks up.
I was about to laugh when I saw the look on his face.
I almost laughed.
âHi, Himekawa-san! Good morning! Yes, this is Takayama, studying hard from this morning!â
Your language is strange, Takayama. Are you still sleeping?
I sit down on my seat while listening to their conversation, take out my textbooks and notebooks from my bag, and shove them into my desk.
âYes. Good luck with that. Also, could you give me a few minutes for lunch today? Iâd like to talk to you about the movie.â
âYes! I understand! I can have lunch with me! Thank you very much.â
Himekawa glances at me.
Oh, youâre swinging it at me? Wouldnât it be weird if I said something here?
âUm, does that mean Iâm in on it?â
Takayamaâs expression switches from sunny to cloudy and shadowy, and he looks at me.
Perhaps Takayama wanted to have lunch with Himekawa alone?
âYes, thatâs right. Iâll bring the girl I invited to the movie with me, so letâs talk a little on the rooftop.â
âI understand! I will bring lunch and wait on the rooftop! You got it, Tendo! Dash, dash!â
Takayamaâs excitement is suddenly high. He is a man of ups and downs.
His lunch schedule was set, and Himekawa went to his seat early.
Takayama kept watching Himekawaâs back.
âI knew it was good. Iâve been approached. And she wants to have lunch with me!â
Oh no. Takayamaâs excitement is about to reach its limit.
Iâm not sure if itâs okay if we go into homeroom like this. Oh well, itâs Takayama.
Gradually, the classroom is filling up with students.
Itâs still early in the morning when I usually go to school. Iâm surprised that so many students are coming even at this time of the day.
âIâm going to the nurseâs office. Iâll be back before homeroom.â
âWhatâs wrong, Tendo? Are you sick?â
âNo, itâs just my finger.â
I showed Takayama my finger. It is the finger that was slightly injured yesterday.
It doesnât hurt as much as it did yesterday, but Iâll have the health teacher take a look at it just to be sure.
âAre you in pain? Did you put a compress on it?â
âIt hurts a little bit. I put a compress on it.â
Takayama looked at my finger seriously.
What is it? Are you that concerned about it? Is he worried about me?
What, heâs as nice as I thought heâd be.
âIs this handkerchief a womanâs handkerchief? Itâs very feminine for Tendoâ¦â
Damn it, I was wrong!
âWell, Iâm off to the infirmary.â
As I was leaving the classroom, Himekawa and I looked at each other.
I told her in my mind, âDonât worry about it. I told her, donât follow me.â
I wonder if she got the message.
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âExcuse me.â
When I opened the door to the infirmary, I could smell a little disinfectant on my nose.
âWhatâs up?â
A teacher in a white coat walks up to me from the back of the room. The teacherâs figure is so big that it is talked about among the students. He was swaying while walking toward me.
âWell, yesterday I did something to my fingerâ
âLet me see.â
We both sat down on the chair and he took a handkerchief from my finger and peeled off the compress.
He touched, rubbed, and stretched my fingers while looking at them closely.
Then, through a gap in his white coat, I see his shirt, which is now panting.
Buttons that seem to be about to fly off. I wonder if the shirt is not the right size.
âDoes it hurt?â
âIt hurts a little.â
âHow about this?â
âThat hurts!â
The doctor got up from his seat and brought something.
âThen, this will hurt a little, but bear with it.
Ouch! It hurts a little!
I was told earlier, but it hurts more than I thought it would!
He pulls, bends, and gouges his fingers.
Oh, I donât usually bend in that direction!
âIâll be taping it up, I guess. So come back after school.â
âI understand. Thank you very much.â
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When I return to the classroom, almost all the students are there.
It is almost time for the homeroom teacher to arrive.
Strangely enough, the pain in my finger has subsided considerably.
As expected from a health teacher, sheâs doing a great job!
âIs your finger healed?â
âIt wonât heal that fast. She told me to come back after school. But the pain is pretty much gone.â
âKuma-san, heâs good at what he does. I heard that he has a good reputation even in the athletic club.â
Kuma-san. The nickname of the teacher in the insurance office.
He has a face like a bear and a beard. And a flabby belly. When he walks, his belly shakes.
He always wears a tight-fitting shirt, so his buttons are always screaming.
However, contrary to his appearance, he is very easy to talk to and skilled.
I have heard that he often goes in and out of Kuma-sanâs infirmary to consult with students about their problems. He is a very popular teacher.
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âAh, youâre all here! Letâs start homeroom!â
My homeroom teacher shouts loudly.
My school day begins again today. I hope nothing happens at noon.