The Chapter of Spring

TL/ED: Butter

It was early May, my first year of high school.

I ate Tempura Udon [TL: Tempura Udon is a delicious Udon noodle soup with Tempura. Udon is a Japanese noodle made from wheat. It is a thick and chewy noodle.] at the school cafeteria on a sunny day after the vacation.

“Oh, it’s Tsukishiro-san!

My friend Akabori, who was eating curry in front of me, told me to look over.

Near the bustling cafeteria entrance, there was the girl I hated the most in my class, or even in character space.

There she was.

Aoi Tsukishiro’s grades are at the top of her grade. She doesn’t seem to have much motivation in physical education, but she can do most of the events without a hitch.

She does most of them without much trouble. She has a strong face with clear-cut eyes and nose, which is too neat, giving an impression of an overall slender woman. 

Though Her overall impression is slender, her skirt and thighs are so long that it gives her an aura of a stylish celebrity.

She is a beautiful girl with the aura of a stylish celebrity. She is a model for a fashion magazine for teenage girls.

It seems that she is a model for a fashion magazine for teenage girls, so she has been standing out from the crowd since she entered the school.

Because of her personality, Tsukishiro was often approached by both men and women, but her responses were usually cold.

I’ve seen her say “I’m not going” to the girls when they ask her to go to the bathroom, and for the boys, whenever someone says, “I saw you in the magazine,” it ends with a simple, “Yeah”. 

When asked for her contact information by a famous and handsome senior in the school, she quickly refused, saying, “I don’t want to tell you”.

Tsukishiro seemed to look down on her classmates of the same age.

Perhaps the confidence comes from working in a glamorous, adult world, but she gives off the vibe that she thinks school is stupid.

She is called “cool” by the girls and “e****c” by the boys and is somehow accepted as such.

As soon as Tsukishiro entered the cafeteria, she was approached by a senior male student.

In response, she said something with a depressed look on her face and sat down lazily on a seat far away. I don’t know what she said, but he seemed to have been hit by a prize word and was being comforted by a pat on the shoulder.

I watched the sequence of events and then returned my attention to the udon in front of me, chopsticks at the ready.

“Hey, it’s Tsukishiro-san,” he said.

“Yes, it’s Tsukishiro. Why do you bother to tell me::::”

Even though you’re famous, you’re always in the same classroom.

“Why did I tell you?” “You don’t care?”

“Yeah, yeah?”

You’d be surprised.

I’m surprised to hear you say that because if he thinks so, then there’s a chance that Tsukishiro believes so too.

“I don’t mind at all, it’s just a little….”

“Just a little?”

She hates me.

For Tsukishiro, a woman who doesn’t talk to even the most handsome of men, I’ve always been out of her sight if she wasn’t aware of me.

I’m not sure what to do with it. So I didn’t have to worry about it either.

So, I didn’t have to worry about it either.

But lately, things have not been going well.

She probably doesn’t like me.

There was no doubt about it.

More and more often, my eyes would lock with Tsukishiro’s, even though I didn’t mean to, and every time I did, she would look away from me at super speed.

I’m sure she thinks I’m a d***y person. I’m sure she feels that if she keeps a d***y rag in her sight for a few seconds, her eyes will rot.

So if I’m doing something every day, I just look at it. That’s why I never look in her direction, even if she looks like something I would look at in a normal situation.

I try not to look in her direction.

Even so, since we are in the same class, I ran into her head-on at the Utsukari door last week, and she gave me a stunning look.

She looked at me with a stunning face. Tsukishiro usually doesn’t change her expression no matter how often we meet.

So I guess I have a terrible face.