Sorry for the late update everyone! Had to handle circumstances in real life as well as consider my editor. For now, I will be editing this series alone until he gets things sorted out. If you find any errors that’s why and please let me know! Another thing is that I decided it’s probably better to do this series in parts, as the raw has it. The first two chapters actually contain 3 and 5 parts respectively, so that’s why they are so long. This length will only grow as we progress. Perhaps to keep to more of a consistent schedule I should follow that formatting; what do you guys think?
With that said, enjoy the chapter!
We were currently prepping for the festival.
Though to be fair, the classes that were doing food and entertainment, such as mine, did not need much preparation until the day of. So it’s only the ones with more hands-on-choices here, or even those that don’t have to go but take comfort in club activities.
Though, that also means that if some guy is going somewhere, there’s also a guy coming from somewhere.
"Seen Jun?"
Fed up with the fact this is the third time today alone that Naoya has come to this class, I said “there” and pointed to Jun Andou, who was making a wooden takoyaki sign. Then the two talked before disappearing. This has happened three times.
“You think that maybe they’re dating?” Looking off to the front where the two just left, a boy skipping his work to chatter—Okajima—mumbled. The other boy he was talking to joined in,”Dating? They have to be friends.”
“You wonder who’s the bottom?”
“It’s Andou, ain’t it? He kinda gives off the vibe of a bottom.”
“It’s like they are doin’ in the toilet. Damn man. I’m imagin’ things.”
—Don’t try to imagine it then, idiot
Imagining all on your own only makes it worse for yourself, idiot. You’re a self-made victim. Well usually, you don’t do it in the bathroom. I never went that far with Naoya. Unlike girls, you can obviously tell.
I grew increasingly more irritated. This is why you shouldn’t come out of the closest. Honestly, Andou you really screwed—
“Ooopsie! My hand just be slippinnnn’!” With a shout, a rag flew into the air.
The flung rag ended up hitting Okajima. He then turned and glared at the culprit—Hidenori. He shrugged it off and raised his voice,”Don’t be talkin’ smack behind another person’s back. It’s lame.”
“…Goodie-two-shoes much?”
“What’s wrong with being a goodie-two-shoes? Well, I guess you’re just one of those bad boys.”
The air turned tense within the class. When everyone turned to watch the two, Fumito interjected with “Oka-chan, ditcha’ rub one out yesterday?”
Okajima said,”Huh?” with swimming eyes. Fumito reiterated without any hesitation, “It’s a simple question man. Ditcha’ jerk it, or ditcha’ not?”
“And why should I be tellin’ ya that?”
“You shouldn’t?”
“Of course not, dick.”
“Mn well, if that’s how it is, then ya should really reflect on whatcha just said.”
Okajima’s eyes and mouth widened. Fumito then approached him with a carefree smile before placing a hand on his shoulder,”Every man goes home and whips out of his dick to do it. Nothin’ wrong with that. However, you don’t want people to imagin’ that of ya.”
“…Yah.”
“Seems yer gettin’ it. So don’tcha be sayin’ stuff like that. I’ll also be keepin’ my mouth shut that you like those pornos where amature pornstars are interviewed.”
“You just did fucker! Shut yer trap!” Okajima struck Fumito’s head at the crowd’s eruption into laughter.
Another boy said,”Oka-chan, you like amateurs?” Harmony was restored to the class. Then while watching Fumito and the others continue their laughter, I vaguely remembered something my sister once told me.
—If anything happens to the transfer, make sure you help him.
I looked at the rag at Okijima’s feet. If I had a rag in my hand, could I have thrown it at him like Hidenori? No, that—
“Igarashi-kun.”
I quickly turned to face the voice.
Regretting my obvious overreaction, I tried to play it cool with,”What’s up?”
Jun Andou, who called out to me, jumped back at my sudden movement.
Eyes turned away, he cleared his voice and said,”I was wondering if there was anything I could do to help.”
“No. I’m not tied up with anythin’. Can’t you see that?”
“…Right. Well bye.” with that Jun Andou made his way to Hidenori. You went up to talk to me, and that’s it? Talk with me a bit longer, why dontcha?
I was suddenly struck with an absurd thought. Then with my hands itching for something, I went to my pocket and pulled out my smartphone, to then see a new notification that made me frown.
- We doin’ it today?
Translator: Yabaibunni
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