It was a strange sensation. I was sleeping, yet sohow I was vividly conscious. Even so, I could not sense my body.
It was as though I was watching a filmI was looking at myself.
There I was, back in high school, with short hair that hadnt been dyed yet, wearing dull glasses. Dressed in the uniform of the baseball club, I was alone on the bench, tending to the ball.
The sports ground was vacant and dark. Nearly all the mbers of the club have already left.
Right.
Back then, the majority of the guys were either getting girlfriends in between club activities or skipping club activities to attend live concerts, whereas I was called a baseball fool by both myself and others since I was running around without exhibiting any interest in events such as karaoke or blind dates.
Even after my friends had made their way ho, I remained on the field for as long as ti allowed. I wasnt forcing myself to stick around and demonstrate that I was a striver.
For , this ti after club activities was the most blissful and settling ti of the day.
Cleaning the used balls by removing all the mud, scrubbing them, and washing them up was practically a daily routine for . Many tis I was told that it was a aningless thing to do since tomorrow they would be equally muddy again and that I should let the freshn do it. As a pitcher, I wanted to throw a clean pitch yeah, I had the obstinacy to not concede to others from that ti on.
Amidst the silence, I carefully cleaned up the balls on the darkened ground. After cleaning everything up and tidying up lightly, I would pitch the ball against the wall, and when satisfied, I would go ho, which was my customary routine.
However that day did not end the sa way as usual.
Arent you leaving yet? Senior.
A voice called out to from behind, and I turned around with a startle.
Wrong, not there. It was higher up.
Right behind the bench was the wire fence, which I slowly followed with my eyes.
What!?Translator: MadHatter
It was inevitable that I rose from the bench with a yell.
After all, the guy who had called out to was still standing on the other side of the fence. Like a huge bug, her legs and hands were hooked to the wire fence and she was looking down at from a fairly high vantage point and smiling.
With hair so long it looked as if it might get tangled in the wire fence, she was sporting red-rimd glasses that reflected the lights on the ground. Her bangs were neatly trimd like a kokeshi doll, and she donned a navy blue sailor suit with a knee-length skirt.
A quiet girl who seed like she would be quietly reading a paperback book during recess. Contrary to her appearance, though, she was looking at while climbing up on the fence. Perhaps it was the gap between her appearance and her behavior that made perceive her as a weirdo from this mont on.
After a few seconds of silence, I glared at her who appeared out of the blue and suddenly called out to .
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Even if it was a girl, I wasnt going to be sociable with her. If anything, I was not good at dealing with girls.
Without a group, they couldnt manage anything and their attitudes varied depending on who they were with. I was not like that from the beginning but my prejudice against girls was at its peak at that ti.
Despite having adorable faces, they had a very vicious side that surfaced when they were mistreating others. And when the situation turned sour, they would imdiately burst into tears. That was why I didnt want to associate with them. They were such a hassle.
Due to this prejudice, I never had a girlfriend, and since I didnt want to relate to them, the girls didnt talk to either.
She was a strange person to call out to given that I carried an air of sharpness that others pointed out to .
While wondering this, I glared at the female student who was hanging on the fence and noticed that I had never seen her face before.
What is it, you ask? I am your junior.
Huh?
I am Hyuga, a student in the 4th class of the 2nd year, one year below you.
She lifted her glasses with one hand, skillfully gripping the fence, and showed a self-satisfied look on her face. Another reply followed subsequently.
Youre not going ho?
Shut up Whoever you are, dont speak to with familiarity.
I answered your question, so please answer mine.
Go away, youre a nuisance.
Wow What kind of response was that to soone I just t for the first ti?
Arent you going ho? Senior.
Youre the one who should go ho. Youre being a bother and a nuisance.
Frustrated, I resud cleaning my ball, wondering why I had to get tangled up with this incomprehensible person when I was finally able to take a breather at the end of the day. All the while, the weirdo kept hurling words at in an attempt to make turn my attention to her, but I brushed off all of them.
She was patiently trying to converse with , nonetheless, I was not willing to give in to her persistence. I never turned my head. Nothing good will happen to when in the company of girls, I must have reiterated that in my head.
But then she dropped the bombshell remark on .
Senior, um.
Those words, the only words I would never forget.
I like you Please go out with .
A faint voice rang out from behind . The ball montarily slipped from my grasp as I didnt catch on to what was being said.
Please go out with ?
Like ?
L-Like!?
Sothing exploded with a bang as I repeated it in my brain. All the blood in my body pooled on my face at once.
You! What are you suddenly!?
This was the first ti I had ever been told sothing like this but I instantly grasped the aning.
I knew that it was a confession.
My ridiculously loud voice reverberated through the sports ground. I turned around with such speed that it seed as if her glasses were going to be blown off. Just as I had thought, I was looking like an idiot, and Hyuga dropped the second bombshell remark on right then and there.
Its a lie.
No matter how many tis I thought back on it, this still irked .
Did you believe it?
Accompanied by the sound of a cell phone button, that guy chuckled. At that mont, my mind cooled down at once and realization set in that I had been teased by the junior student one year younger than . With my face bright red all over from unprecedented humiliation, I kicked off the bench, approached the fence, and shook it violently with all my might.
Youuuuuuuu!! Get down here, you monkey woman! Ill crush you!!
I wont co down as I dont want to be crushed.
Shut up! Delete that damn photo right now!!
Its not a photo, its a video.
Screw you! You amateur!!
Hearing my mad voice, she burst into a fit of hysterical laughter as she put her phone in her pocket, maneuvered dexterously off the fence, and faced over the fence.
Youre interesting, senior. Can I co hang out here again?
Dont you ever co back! Dont disturb ! Forget it, just delete the video! You have bad taste, you bastard!!
I get it, Ill be back.
She took off running, disregarding all my words as she howled like a beast through the wire fence.
This was the first eting between and Hyuga, my first mory of her.
The first ti I fell for Hyugas mischievous prank.
The day of my bizarre relationship with a strange junior ensued.
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