"Everyone's here, right? Then let's start out SHR (student homeroom meeting)--"
Being the vice homeroom teacher, Yamada Maya-sensei (who introduced herself before) stood in front of the blackboard as she earnestly smiled to everyone.
She had a petite figure, and didn't look any different from a student. However, wearing the clothes that didn't match her body made her look even more petite, and it was even out of place with those large olive green hazy glasses.
How should I say it? Instead of saying that it was a disproportionate sense of 'a kid wearing adult clothes'...it was more like being forced into it. At least I wasn't the only one thinking this way.
"Then everyone, let's get along with each other for the next 1 year~"
However, the classroom was filled with an intense atmosphere, and nobody could react.
"Now, let's move on to self-introductions. Mm, starting by seating arrangements."
Even though I thought that the vice homeroom teacher was a little cute when she panicked, even though it didn't create an 'at least I got to do something' kind of mood, unfortunately, we didn't have the time.
If you want to know why,
The reason is simple, besides me, everyone in the class is a girl.
Today’s the high school entrance ceremony, and a new world opened up for the first day. It itself was good, it was something worth being happy about.
However, the only problem was that I’m the only boy.
(This…is a lot more serious than I thought…)
It wasn’t that I thought too much, but that I really felt it, all the stares from the girls in my class.
Besides, my seat wasn’t good. Why am I placed right in the middle front seat? This extremely obvious upper body continued to be seen even though it didn’t want to.
My eyes turned to the windows.
Though I sent a pleading look, the sad thing is that my childhood friend, Shinonono Houki turned her head away irritatedly, pretending to look outside. Such a cold person; is this the attitude a childhood friend should show after being separated for 6 years? …no, does she completely hate me now?
“…san, ORIMURA ICHIKA-SAN.”
Suddenly having my name called out, I subconsciously responded. As expected, there were snickers, and I couldn’t keep calm.
Even though it’s not like I’m bad at handling girls, there has to be a limit. It’s like liking ramen and letting it be the main course, I’ll get sick of it in less than 3 days. Sigh, I don’t know. Besides, I never liked ramen to that extent…eh, I shouldn’t be talking about this now.
Anyway, I’m the only boy in the class, there are 29 other female students in this class, and the assistant homeroom teacher is a female as well. As for the homeroom teacher…I don’t, but it should be a female as well. It seems that she didn’t show herself yet. What is she doing now?
“We, well, I’m sorry for calling you out so loudly. Are, are you angry? Sorry, sorry! But, that, self-introductions, we started from ‘あ‘ (a) , and now we’re at ‘お (o)‘ for Orimura-san now. So, pl, please, can you introduce yourself? Can, can you?”
The vice homeroom teacher, Yamada Maya-sensei, bowed politely. However, bowing to such an extent caused her spectacles to slide off. And that attitude of ‘whatever goes’ really worried me. Speaking of which, is she really older than me? I can accept if it’s said that she’s as old as me.
“No, about that, there’s no need to continue apologizing…besides, it’s just a self-introduction, so please calm down, sensei.”
“Re, really? Really? Really? Ok, you, you said it, so you better do it!”
Yamada-sensei suddenly looked up and grabs my hand, holding it really tightly…well, it just attracted quite a bit of attention again.
However, since I said it, as a man, I can’t get out of it. And the most important thing is that once I form a crack here, I have to face this awkward environment again (TN: Most likely, human interaction)
I suddenly stood up and turn to look behind.
At first, I thought it was just the stares on my back, but now I could feel it from the front. Anyway, even Houki, who abandoned me, glanced over at me. As expected, even for me, who self-admittedly is rather capable in handling girls, I’m fearful of it. Even if I like curry—no, we’ll stop talking about this.
“Hm—…well, I’m Orimura Ichika. I’ll be in your care.”
After I bowed courteously—wait a second? What’s with those ‘say something more’ looks and ‘can’t be just this, right?’ atmosphere?
It’s impossible for me to rattle on about myself. It’s not uninteresting, but I don’t want everyone to hear it. Besides, isn’t it more troublesome to take about interests right from the beginning? I’ll scare the girls if I’m to suddenly talk about ‘planting and grafting cactuses!’ right? On a side note, my interest isn’t in planting and grafting cactuses. I’ll say this as a precaution.
I’m all sweaty in the back down. What should I do? What should I say?
Speaking of which, why am I here?