"So, how have you been doing at this school? You're in Class 2-C, right? Are you having any troubles in terms of points?" she asked.
"Not really. I haven't spent much."
"Ah, it's good to be responsible."
I was enjoying my al when a younger girl suddenly burst into the cafe. She frantically looked around for a mont before running toward Fujiharu. With hair scattered all across her face and a very distressed expression, she grabbed Fujiharu's hand.
"Sara! Yui's being attacked by so third-years!"
"What?!" Fujiharu was also quite surprised.
"Can you co and help?"
Fujiharu looked over at . I guess she wanted to co along as well. Well, she did pay for my al, so I guess I'd just follow along and see what was happening. Pulling up from my seat, the three of us began making our way through the schoolyard.
It was quite a distance away.
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At this school, whilst it was quite relaxed in comparison to a conventional school, violence was still strictly prohibited. Well, in theory, it was prohibited, although there were quite a few ways to get around it.
The easiest way was to just stay out of view.
There weren't that many security caras.
Eventually, we found ourselves as bystanders of a spout of violence. On the ground was a young, blonde-haired girl curled up in a ball. Kicking her were two girls who looked like third-years, with anger fuming in their expressions.
It wasn't as much of a fight as it was just one-sided bullying. Still, seeing the scene, I didn't really want to get involved. My school life had just begun cooling down after all.
"Sara, can you stop them?" pleaded the girl who brought us over.
Fujiharu stepped forward with the intent of stopping the violence. However, a boy from the other side walked over and grabbed her shoulder.
"You shouldn't ddle in others' business. This has nothing to do with you, Fujiharu."
"I'll make that decision myself. She's one of my friends."
"You may be popular amongst the first and second-years, but your na holds no weight against us third-years."
"Take your hand off of . I'll report this to the school."
The boy laughed.
"You don't get how this school works, do you?"
Fujiharu struggled, trying to pull him away, but the boy continued holding onto her. While this was happening, the girl on the ground was getting her hair pulled as she cried out in pain. It was a pretty awkward scene.
I didn't want to get involved in this, although I'd likely be called in as a witness if this continues.
I made my way toward the fight.
"Ayato?"
The boy turned his attention to . However, as he tried to stop , I subtly knocked his arm away. The two third-year girls looked up at as I walked closer.
"What do you think you're doing, boy?"
"You'll get punished by the school for this," I responded.
The third-year girl snarled at .
"If you interfere, you'll be counted as one of the belligerents. So you won't be able to testify as a witness," she explained.
"Sure, that may be true. But what about the girl standing over there."
I pointed at the girl who was secretly recording the entire scene from around the corner. With the lens pointed directly at us, it was clear that she was able to catch the fight on cara.
Noticing it, the two third-year girls suddenly stood, frozen.
"Did you really not expect that."
All of a sudden, the boy let go of Fujiharu and ran toward the girl who was recording. In fright, she suddenly dropped her phone on the ground. For a short mont, the two tussled to pick the phone back up.
I can't be bothered with any more of this. Fujiharu can sort that out.
I made my way over to the first-year girl who was just bullied.
"You should go to the infirmary."
"W-wait... t-they'll co back for again..."
"Just tell a teacher."
"No... I can't... because..."
Suddenly, I felt a hand grip my shoulder. The boy before pulled around, I didn't really feel like fighting back, so I just went with it.
"You'll regret doing this. Otoyama won't let you get away with interfering."
"What will he do?"
"Huh? Otoyama, he's the toughest student at this school."
"I'm asking you what he's going to do."
"You're cocky, huh. He'll beat the shit out of you, and don't worry. There won't be any spectators."
"Sounds scary. But who's to say he'll make trouble with ."
"That girl ssed with him, and she's facing the consequences."
"Ah. I'd prefer it if you'd keep out of this."
The boy grabbed by the collar.
"Now you're asking to be left out?! Ahaha, you're the biggest hypocrite I've ever seen."
Suddenly, he clenched his fingers into a fist. It was pretty obvious what was about to happen to . Still, getting in a fight at this school was destined to be problematic. With all this commotion, a teacher could arrive at any ti.
His hand barrelled toward my face. I raised my arm, knocking his punch away. Thump.
Planting his left foot into the ground, he ca at with a wide kick. I leaned back and pulled my head back a little. His foot swung across my body, pushing up a nice breeze. As he twisted his body, he wobbled around, regaining his balance. After a mont, he looked up at with a glimr in his eye.
I took a few steps back, hoping that he'd calm down.
"Heh, so you're pretty tough. Maybe I'll let you off the hook."
"I'd prefer that."
"What's your na?"
"Mizuhara."
"Mizuhara, eh? Hold on... the... Mizuhara...?"
What. Was I a celebrity now.
"Don't tell you're Mizuhara Ayato..."
"That's my na."
The boy suddenly took a few steps back in astonishnt. What was this sudden association that he was making with my na? Without elaborating, he turned around, calling for the two girls.
I feel like sothing annoying is about to happen.
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