The Girls Who Traumatized Me Keep Glancing at Me, but Alas, It’s Too Late (WN)

o was not listening.

“Kokonoe, I’m not mad at you, and the teachers are on your side.
If you like me, I’m very happy about it.
But you can’t steal something from me without telling me, okay?” (Himiyama)

　Those gentle words were so horrifying to Yukito

“Awawawawa.
I don’t need an ally.” (Yuki)

“Someone hid your shoes because you keep acting like that! Why can’t you understand that!” (Sanjoji) 

　Ignoring the furious Ryoka Sanjoji, Yukito Kokonoe took out the drawing paper he had brought with him and unfolded it.

“I’ll ask you one more time, Himiyama-sensei.
When was it stolen? Please take a look at this.
This paper contains everything I did the day before yesterday.
If you look at it, you’ll know that I’m not the culprit—-” (Yuki)

“—-THAT’S ENOUGH!” (Sanjoji) 

　Ryouka Sanjoji’s slap was on his cheek.

　The paper in his hand was torn easily.

“Kokonoe-kun!” (Himiyama)

　In a flash, Misaki Himiyama supported the staggering Yukito Kokonoe.

　Sanjoji Ryouka came to her senses in an instant.
She had reflexively administered corporal punishment.

　In the past, it was commonplace, but in today’s educational world, it is not allowed.
There was no excuse.
It was a fatal blunder that could affect her teaching career if she was sued.
She was too emotional.
For some reason, when she look at the boy in front of him, Yukito Kokonoe, her heart is in turmoil.
she was swallowed up by the momentary atmosphere he has.

“Oh, no.
I worked so hard to make this yesterday.” (Yuki)

　He picked up the cruelly torn piece of paper, crushed it into a crumpled mess, and threw it away.

“I see.
I finally understand now.
It was my fault, wasn’t it?” (Yuki) 

　Finally, he let out a word of apology.

　He said that he was sorry for the way he had treated her.

　It’s only natural.
No matter what the reason, it is never acceptable to use corporal punishment on a student.
But now, before thinking about social responsibility or self-preservation, she had to apologize for what she had done, otherwise she could not be called an adult.

“I was too emotional.
I’m s—-” (Sanjoji)

“So you didn’t care about the truth, did you? If that’s the case, please say so from the beginning.
In other words, it’s not good if I’m not the culprit.” (Yuki) 

　A chilling voice echoed in the empty classroom.

　Originally, the student named Yukito Kokonoe was somewhat elusive.
It was hard to see his thoughts and emotions, and it was hard to know what he was thinking.
On the other hand, he was very good at studying and sports.
Ryoka Sanjoji had this perception of him as a mysterious student, and Misaki Himiyama, who had been in contact with the students for a short time, also had a similar perception.

“What are you talking—–” (Sanjoji)

“I feel like an idiot for making this, don’t I? Oh, I see.
I was an idiot when I thought I could get through to you.” (Yuki) 

“—-!” (Sanjoji)

　She gulped when she saw his eyes.

　Deeper and deeper, darker and darker, just how far they fall.
Pure,  yet murky eyes captured Sanjoji Ryouka and Himiyama Misaki.

“It was easy.
It was my fault.
I was wrong to think of you as teachers.
I’m sorry.” (Yuki) 

　As if it’s nothing, Yukito Kokonoe blithely announces the apology he had refused for so long.

　But his next words—–

“You were my enemies all along.” (Yuki)

　It was an unquestionable farewell.

[Sanjoji PoV]

Ryoka Sanjoji tried to stop Yukito Kokonoe from walking out of the empty classroom without a care in the world, but she didn’t know how to say anything to him, and while she was hesitating, he strolled away.

“How did I let this happen ……?” (Himiyama)

　Misaki Himiyama was in sinking pain.
It was not supposed to be like this.
Just a few days ago, she was enjoying her job.
She was feeling fulfilled in her profession as a teacher.
She felt that it was her calling.
The longing she had for such a career, guiding children, had been shattered in the past two days.

　Suddenly, Sanjoji saw a piece of paper that Yukito Kokonoe had thrown away.
She didn’t even bother to look at it.
Himiyama-sensei walked over to it, wondering what it was all about, and picked up the discarded and crumpled up drawing paper and spread it out.

　Misaki immediately realized what it meant.

“Sa-Sanjoji-sensei! Take a look at this.” (Himiyama)

“What’s going on?” (Sanjoji)

　Ryoka Sanjoji was also mentally exhausted.
Even though it was only mid-morning, her fatigue had reached its peak.
The mental exertion was greatly draining her strength.
The fact that she had administered the physical punishment and the last thing he had said to her was stuck in her brain.

　She looked down at the paper that Misaki Himiyama had spread out.

“This is…… from the day before yesterday?　Wait, wait! It can’t be!” (Sanjoji) 

　On the sheet of paper, there was a clear description of what happened the day before yesterday.
It was everything that could be called a day in the life of Yukito Kokonoe.
Who he came to school with in the morning.
Who he was with, who he met, and where he was during the morning SH, classes, breaks, and even after school.
It’s so neatly written that you can see it at a glance.

　However, Sanjoji wondered if he could remember his actions so clearly.
It was so detailed and complete that it could only be a lie.
It was incomparable to the lazily written summer vacation schedule.

　However, the majority of what was written on it overlapped with the memories of Ryoka Sanjoji and Misaki Himiyama.
In other words, there was no doubt about the authenticity of what was written.　

　Her trembling hand traces the paper.

　After school.
It was the fifth period of classes that day.

　It says there that he left school at 14:45 with a girl named Hinagi Suzurikawa.
It was scary that it even included the details of her leaving the school, just to make sure.

“So it wasn’t Kokonoe? Wait a minute.
Then who stole it? What I did….what I said to him…” (Himiyama)

“Himiyama-Sensei, please calm down!” (Sanjoji) 

　She didn’t want to see it.
She had to hope not for the worst, that it was a lie.
If what was written on this paper was true, he couldn’t steal it no matter what.

“Here! Look at this, Himiyama-sensei.” (Sanjoji) 

　Ryoka Sanjoji pointed to a point on the paper.

　It said that Yukito Kokonoe had met and greeted Takigawa, the janitor, before leaving school.

“We have to make sure! Let’s hurry up!” (Sanjoji) 

“Yes!” (Himiyama) 

They couldn’t stand still.
As if they were being strangled with cotton wool, Ryoka Sanjoji and Misaki Himiyama had finally come to the conclusion that they had made a fundamental mistake.

　Class is now in self-study.
If they didn’t get back to the classroom soon, there might be a commotion again.
Still, it was important to ascertain the truth now.
That was the first priority, and unless she was sure, she would never be able to stand in front of him again.

　Normally, she would be watching out for students running in the hallway, but now she was running in the hallway.
Even as she ridiculed herself for doing so, Ryoka Sanjoji sensed that a definite doom was approaching.

“Takigawa-san, is Takigawa-san here!” (Himiyama)

　It was the young female teacher who rushed into the janitor’s office.
Takigawa was taken aback by her desperate expression.
He wondered if something bad had happened.

“What’s the matter, Miss?” (Takigawa)

“Takigawa-san, did you meet a student near the shoe box after school the day before yesterday?” (Sanjoji)

“A student? Well, I’ve met a number of them.
……” (Takigawa) 

　Takigawa gave a vague answer to Ryoka Sanjoji’s vague question.

“Oh, uh… No, it’s this boy.” (Sanjoji) 

　Sanjoji Ryoka showed him the class roster with his face on it.

“Oh, him.
He was holding hands with the little girl on the way home.” (Takigawa) 

“What time was that!?” (Sanjoji) 

“I remember it was right after the doorbell rang.
I think it was just before 3:00 p.m.
He said goodbye and left.” (Takigawa) 

“No way… that’s….” (Himiyama)

　The verdict was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.
A sharp blade was thrust at her throat.

　Misaki Himiyama collapsed and cried in front of the cruel reality.
Ryoka Sanjoji felt the same way.
But she had enough experience and pride to realize that she was not allowed to do so.

“W-What’s the matter?” (Takigawa) 

　Takigawa, who didn’t know what was going on, hurriedly helped Misaki up.

　Everything, everything had gone wrong.

　He had been right all along, and we had been wrong all along.

　Why? Why didn’t we try to listen to his side of the story, even just a little? Didn’t we try to consider other possibilities? He flatly denied it.
He adamantly refused to admit it.
He even went to the trouble of writing down a detailed record of his actions on a piece of paper.

　But Sanjoji still didn’t believe it.

　So he abandoned and parted ways with us.

　Even if she realized and regretted it now, it was too late.

Lunch break.

　No one had spoken to Yukito Kokonoe since this morning, and now it was time.
Naturally, he was still in his slippers and his shoes had not been returned.

　The fact that Yukito Kokonoe had specified that it would last until lunchtime created an atmosphere of ignoring him until then.
There was a grin on her face, and she looked at him like he was a fool.

　Akari Kazehaya, who was sitting next to him, had shifted her desk to create more distance between us.
He did not know if he was being harassed or if he simply did not want to get close to him, but it did not matter to him.
Because they are all enemies.

“Time’s up.
Let’s go.” (Yuki)

　Muttering, Yukito Kokonoe headed for the shoe box.

　He took out a garbage bag from the cleaning kit.

　At this time of day, there are no students who come to the door.
One bag was not enough, but it could not be helped.
The sight of him walking around with a garbage bag on his shoulder was like Santa Claus out of season.

He arrived at the courtyard.
However, it was not that big, and there was not enough space to play to the fullest.
Yukito Kokonoe’s goal was the pond.

“Hmmm, I don’t know if I can keep this up.　Yeah, let’s pack some rocks.” (Yuki) 

　He picked up some rocks from the curb and put them in a garbage bag.
There was a lot of rocks, so it was quite heavy.
He tied the bag tightly and threw it into the pond.
The bag was sealed separately from the rest of the trash.
The trash bag was not sealed, and the contents were soon soaked in water.

“Wow.
Tragic.” (Yuki) 

　They don’t want to wear shoes that are wet with water.
And the slimy feeling is weird.
As he thought about that, he didn’t worry at all about how his classmates are going to get home today.
He has no interest nor concern.

　Because they are not his classmates, they are his enemies.

　The boy in the glass copies them.

　Malice for malice.
That’s all that matters.

“It’s never wrong to have an enemy.” (Yuki) 

　That was the only correct answer he knew.

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