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Part Two~Save That Old Energy Only For Me, Seriously!~Chapter 43Seriously, Give Me a Break
Afternoon classes.
"Heijō-Kyō was built in 710, modeled after Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty, and in what is now Nara Prefecture—"
It was Japanese History class, filled with that typical post-lunch vibe where everyone's just kinda zoning out and chilling.
But from the seat right next to Hayato, the energy was straight-up hostile.
"...Hmph."
"...Sigh."
Every time Hayato tried to steal a glance to see how Haruki was doing, she'd instantly whip her head away the second she noticed him looking.
Looks like Hayato'd seriously managed to make Haruki pout.
(...Man, I'm screwed.)
The reason for all this was crystal clear.
It was because Hayato had let his eyes wander to that "certain something" visible through Mitake Minamo's sweat-soaked uniform.
For a boy his age, having your eyes snap to something like that is basically just a biological reflex, so Hayato really wanted Haruki to just cut him some slack and forgive him. But apparently, for Haruki, that was a bridge too far.
"—Also, various systems were reformed, and tax systems like Soyōchō were... ...Oh, this part is pretty interesting if you compare it to the Asuka Period we covered last month. On the handout I gave you—"
"...Oh."
It was a handout that Hayato didn't have.
Even though it'd been two weeks since Hayato transferred and he was finally settling into the class and the lectures, he still had to rely on Haruki in the next seat to bail him out every once in a while.
"Eh, hey, Nikaidō-san...?"
"...Sigh."
Haruki was in full-on pout mode, but even while letting out a heavy sigh, she still slid her desk closer and tilted the handout toward Hayato.
(Come to think of it, something similar happened right after I transferred, too.)
If Hayato remembered right, Haruki was just as cranky back then as she was now, but she still ended up looking out for him anyway.
"Thanks."
"...Hmph."
Realizing how some things never change, Hayato couldn't help but let out a little chuckle.
But apparently, Haruki wasn't feeling Hayato's attitude at all.
"Here's the handout, but please don't look at it with those pervy eyes like you did with that girl... ...okay!"
"Say what?!"
With her brows furrowed and her head whipped to the side, Haruki's voice—soft but clear as a bell—rang out through the entire classroom.
After a split second of dead silence, the whole room erupted in a massive wave of laughter.
"Yo, yo, what the heck is Kirishima up to now?"
"Wait, what kind of 'pervy eyes' are we talking about here?"
"Kirishima~, no sexual harassment allowed, man~! Alright, back to the lecture."
"You... ...D*mmit..."
As the laughter refused to die down, Hayato's face burned with pure embarrassment as he tried to disappear into his seat.
Next to Hayato, Haruki kept ignoring him, giving another "Hmph!" with a defiant toss of her head.
◇◇◇
The second class was over, Hayato got swarmed by the boys.
"Yo, Kirishima, what kind of look did you actually give Nikaidō-san?"
"When Nikaidō-san said 'that girl,' did she mean that childhood friend everyone's talking about?"
"Did you see something so wild that it actually turned your eyes into 'pervy eyes' or what?!"
"No, wait, hold on, I didn't..."
The look in their eyes was pure, unadulterated curiosity. It was clear they weren't gonna let Hayato slide until they got some answers.
The whole reason for this mess was Haruki's behavior earlier.
Haruki's the total package—graceful, smart, athletic, and super nice to everyone.
For someone like Haruki to actually call someone out like that was a total first.
There was no way in heck they weren't gonna be interested.
"Alright, Kirishima, tell us—what kind of 'pervy eyes' are we talking about here exactly? Since Nikaidō went that far, did you accidentally let some weird fetish slip or what?"
"M-Mori?!"
Out of nowhere, Mori blurted that out, totally egging on both Hayato and the boys around them.
"Oh, I see how it is... ...Truth is, I'm actually a total armpit boy myself!"
"For me, it's all about the curve around the ankles."
"...Collarbones."
"Guys, seriously! No matter what you say, I—!"
That's just how it goes when a bunch of boys get together and start talking about girls.
The conversation kept spiraling into weird-*ss territory, with everyone completely ignoring how the girls in class were looking at them.
And just when the fetish talk around Hayato's desk was hitting its peak, some fresh fuel was dumped onto the fire from the seat right next to him.
"It's melons, guys. Apparently, Kirishima-kun is a huge fan of big racks."
"Wait, Haru—I mean, Nikaidō—!"
"Turn."
Haruki's voice was so loud it was basically a shout.
The boys erupted into cheers, shouting stuff like, "Aw yeah!", "Well, that's basically a given, right?", and "I can't believe Nikaidō-san actually said 'melons'...!"
Meanwhile, the girls started whispering, "Ugh, boys are so gross," "Kirishima-kun is just like the rest of 'em, huh?", and "But looking at the girl in that photo... ...oh, so that's Kirishima-kun's 'thing'." Haruki was right there in the middle of the girls, blending in perfectly.
Things turned into a total clusterfuck just like this morning, with Hayato right at the center of the storm, becoming the center of attention once again.
"Give me a break..."
Hayato just buried his head in his hands and faceplanted onto his desk.
The commotion eventually spiraled into a pointless back-and-forth argument between the boys and the girls, and Hayato decided his best bet was to just ignore the whole thing.
But in the middle of all that chaos, Hayato heard Mori Iori's voice, sounding like a mix of total shock and confusion.
"...I didn't know Nikaidō could make a face like that."
"Mori...?"
"Oh, Kirishima. Nah, it's nothing, man."
"..."
Wondering what Mori Iori meant, Hayato looked around for Haruki. Hayato spotted Haruki blending in with the girls, looking all exasperated.
But Haruki's eyes gave her away—there was a hint of that playful, mischievous look Hayato knew all too well.
(....Seriously, give me a break.)
Hayato felt kinda restless.
Was it because Hayato was the talk of the room, or was it something else? He just vigorously scratched his head with one hand, trying to hide his flustered face, all while Haruki kept her eyes locked on him.
"—Hehe."
"...Ugh, that girl..."
Making sure only Hayato could see, Haruki stuck out the tip of her red tongue with a smug, victorious look.
Strangely enough, seeing Haruki like that didn't actually feel all that bad.
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Afternoon classes.
"Heijō-Kyō was built in 710, modeled after Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty, and in what is now Nara Prefecture—"
It was Japanese History class, filled with that typical post-lunch vibe where everyone's just kinda zoning out and chilling.
But from the seat right next to Hayato, the energy was straight-up hostile.
"...Hmph."
"...Sigh."
Every time Hayato tried to steal a glance to see how Haruki was doing, she'd instantly whip her head away the second she noticed him looking.
Looks like Hayato'd seriously managed to make Haruki pout.
(...Man, I'm screwed.)
The reason for all this was crystal clear.
It was because Hayato had let his eyes wander to that "certain something" visible through Mitake Minamo's sweat-soaked uniform.
For a boy his age, having your eyes snap to something like that is basically just a biological reflex, so Hayato really wanted Haruki to just cut him some slack and forgive him. But apparently, for Haruki, that was a bridge too far.
"—Also, various systems were reformed, and tax systems like Soyōchō were... ...Oh, this part is pretty interesting if you compare it to the Asuka Period we covered last month. On the handout I gave you—"
"...Oh."
It was a handout that Hayato didn't have.
Even though it'd been two weeks since Hayato transferred and he was finally settling into the class and the lectures, he still had to rely on Haruki in the next seat to bail him out every once in a while.
"Eh, hey, Nikaidō-san...?"
"...Sigh."
Haruki was in full-on pout mode, but even while letting out a heavy sigh, she still slid her desk closer and tilted the handout toward Hayato.
(Come to think of it, something similar happened right after I transferred, too.)
If Hayato remembered right, Haruki was just as cranky back then as she was now, but she still ended up looking out for him anyway.
"Thanks."
"...Hmph."
Realizing how some things never change, Hayato couldn't help but let out a little chuckle.
But apparently, Haruki wasn't feeling Hayato's attitude at all.
"Here's the handout, but please don't look at it with those pervy eyes like you did with that girl... ...okay!"
"Say what?!"
With her brows furrowed and her head whipped to the side, Haruki's voice—soft but clear as a bell—rang out through the entire classroom.
After a split second of dead silence, the whole room erupted in a massive wave of laughter.
"Yo, yo, what the heck is Kirishima up to now?"
"Wait, what kind of 'pervy eyes' are we talking about here?"
"Kirishima~, no sexual harassment allowed, man~! Alright, back to the lecture."
"You... ...D*mmit..."
As the laughter refused to die down, Hayato's face burned with pure embarrassment as he tried to disappear into his seat.
Next to Hayato, Haruki kept ignoring him, giving another "Hmph!" with a defiant toss of her head.
◇◇◇
The second class was over, Hayato got swarmed by the boys.
"Yo, Kirishima, what kind of look did you actually give Nikaidō-san?"
"When Nikaidō-san said 'that girl,' did she mean that childhood friend everyone's talking about?"
"Did you see something so wild that it actually turned your eyes into 'pervy eyes' or what?!"
"No, wait, hold on, I didn't..."
The look in their eyes was pure, unadulterated curiosity. It was clear they weren't gonna let Hayato slide until they got some answers.
The whole reason for this mess was Haruki's behavior earlier.
Haruki's the total package—graceful, smart, athletic, and super nice to everyone.
For someone like Haruki to actually call someone out like that was a total first.
There was no way in heck they weren't gonna be interested.
"Alright, Kirishima, tell us—what kind of 'pervy eyes' are we talking about here exactly? Since Nikaidō went that far, did you accidentally let some weird fetish slip or what?"
"M-Mori?!"
Out of nowhere, Mori blurted that out, totally egging on both Hayato and the boys around them.
"Oh, I see how it is... ...Truth is, I'm actually a total armpit boy myself!"
"For me, it's all about the curve around the ankles."
"...Collarbones."
"Guys, seriously! No matter what you say, I—!"
That's just how it goes when a bunch of boys get together and start talking about girls.
The conversation kept spiraling into weird-*ss territory, with everyone completely ignoring how the girls in class were looking at them.
And just when the fetish talk around Hayato's desk was hitting its peak, some fresh fuel was dumped onto the fire from the seat right next to him.
"It's melons, guys. Apparently, Kirishima-kun is a huge fan of big racks."
"Wait, Haru—I mean, Nikaidō—!"
"Turn."
Haruki's voice was so loud it was basically a shout.
The boys erupted into cheers, shouting stuff like, "Aw yeah!", "Well, that's basically a given, right?", and "I can't believe Nikaidō-san actually said 'melons'...!"
Meanwhile, the girls started whispering, "Ugh, boys are so gross," "Kirishima-kun is just like the rest of 'em, huh?", and "But looking at the girl in that photo... ...oh, so that's Kirishima-kun's 'thing'." Haruki was right there in the middle of the girls, blending in perfectly.
Things turned into a total clusterfuck just like this morning, with Hayato right at the center of the storm, becoming the center of attention once again.
"Give me a break..."
Hayato just buried his head in his hands and faceplanted onto his desk.
The commotion eventually spiraled into a pointless back-and-forth argument between the boys and the girls, and Hayato decided his best bet was to just ignore the whole thing.
But in the middle of all that chaos, Hayato heard Mori Iori's voice, sounding like a mix of total shock and confusion.
"...I didn't know Nikaidō could make a face like that."
"Mori...?"
"Oh, Kirishima. Nah, it's nothing, man."
"..."
Wondering what Mori Iori meant, Hayato looked around for Haruki. Hayato spotted Haruki blending in with the girls, looking all exasperated.
But Haruki's eyes gave her away—there was a hint of that playful, mischievous look Hayato knew all too well.
(....Seriously, give me a break.)
Hayato felt kinda restless.
Was it because Hayato was the talk of the room, or was it something else? He just vigorously scratched his head with one hand, trying to hide his flustered face, all while Haruki kept her eyes locked on him.
"—Hehe."
"...Ugh, that girl..."
Making sure only Hayato could see, Haruki stuck out the tip of her red tongue with a smug, victorious look.
Strangely enough, seeing Haruki like that didn't actually feel all that bad.
TL: Reeze27
ED: Reeze27
PR: Reeze27
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