《Kumiai, Cookies & “Genki” Club》Chapter 30: The Savior
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“Don’t tell me you’re nervous about the second day of school?”
“That’s… Of course not! I survived my stage fright yesterday, why should I be nervous now?”
Does she not realize it on purpose or what?
“You think so? You didn’t answer me, which CLASS do you start with this morning?”
*gurgling noise*
…
“Well I admit, maybe it’s a little related.”
“Didn’t you have the same reaction last year too Rina-chan?”
“Um… Now that you mention it, it reminds me of the unpleasant feeling from last fall.”
Aya still seems surprised that Rina is uncomfortable on the second day of school.
“I remember that too, but that was only the first day right?”
“Yeah, but let’s just say that unlike this year, all three of us were in the same class. It was much easier for me.”
“It makes sense.”
“Anyway, I think I start with Japanese class.”
“As for me, it’s math class. What about you Sophie?”
“I think I start with English class.”
Aya puts her arm behind Rina to gently cheer her up.
“No worries Rina-chan, I’m sure you’ll manage in your new class. Plus you’ve already made a friend right?”
“Really?”
“Why are you doing your surprised look, aren’t you sitting next to Ooshima?”
“The former student council vice president, it’s true you had mentioned that yesterday Rina-chan.”
*Clucking sound*
“He just stole the seat of the main character in the classroom from under my nose. It’s true that I chatted with him for a few minutes, but that was only because he really insisted on getting to know me.”
“I’m not sure that this version of the story agrees with the reality Shimizu-san.”
“Of course I do, I still remember his desperate face. He wanted me to pay attention to him so badly that he purposely took my seat so that I would speak to him.”
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“Hmm. To come to this, Ooshima must have been really desperate to get to know you.”
“Of course…”
…
“Hmm?”
Rina turns around suddenly.
“WHOAAA !!!”
What is he doing there!
“Haha, you’re pretty extreme in your reactions Shimizu-san.”
“Uh, hi Minato-kun, I didn’t know you were so early…”
“I’ve kept up the rigor of a vice president; I have to lead by example.”
Aya and Sophie look at each other discreetly.
“Minato-kun.” x2
“It’s…”
Smiling broadly, the two girls look at Rina with emotion and pride.
“I knew you would succeed in making new friends in your class.”
“Congratulations Rina-chan.”
*Applause*
“Congratulations Shimizu-san, I am happy for you.”
“WHY ARE YOU CLAPPING TOO!”
…
“On that note, Ooshima-san, we entrust our little Rina to you. She may look strange but she is very nice so please take care of her. We’re going to join our respective classes, it’s almost time.”
“We trust you.”
“She is in good hands, rest assured, Shimizu-san will have a very good year.”
Aya and Sophie go away little by little, leaving behind Minato and Rina.
“Well, since your friends have entrusted me with the responsibility of accompanying you, then I legitimately become your friend right?”
“It’s…”
“I have to tell you that ‘rival’ sounded good yesterday, but I already own one, so it would be complicated for me to explain to him that a new contender for the position has come forward.”
He really does what he wants, I can’t say anything back to him…
“So friends?”
“Since I have no choice.”
“Haha, I’m sure you won’t regret your choice, plus I’m already convinced that my super cool guy aura is already having its effect on you.”
“You don’t say! Aren’t you overestimating yourself a bit?”
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“Well, look around already. We’re already sitting in our seats in the classroom.”
“Hmm?”
Rina looks around and realizes that she is indeed sitting at her desk in the right classroom and that she has even already taken out her things for the Japanese class.
“WAIT… WHAT!? Not even a minute ago we were still outside with Aya and Sophie!”
“Haha, you didn’t even realize that my leadership charisma had already led us to our destination in a flash. And I bet even your stomachache is a distant memory now.”
“…”
He… He’s right, I didn’t even realize I was moving and the rumbling in my stomach stopped…
“Such are my powers as a former vice president.”
“It’s almost scary.”
“Do you believe that?”
“I would even call it black magic.”
This person is too mysterious and dangerous. Did I really do the right thing by becoming his friend…
“You’ll get used to it, don’t worry.”
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