Dullard Buddy-kun: Heading Reluctantly to School Again Today - Episode 4

The next class is the last one for today, which is Japanese history.

In a few minutes, by pretending to sleep during this time before class starts, I will be freed from this confined space. With that hope in my heart, my vision is pitch black as I bury my face on the desk, and all I can hear are the voices of my classmates in the classroom.

It’s nothing to brag about, but the phenomenon of your arm going numb and feeling heavy due to incorrect head positioning at the desk is probably a privilege only experienced people can understand.

Well, putting aside such trivial matters, is it just my imagination that the voices around me, which I’ve been hearing for a while now, have a different atmosphere than usual?

The next class is the last one for today, which is Japanese history.

In a few minutes, by pretending to sleep during this time before class starts, I will be freed from this confined space. With that hope in my heart, my vision is pitch black as I bury my face on the desk, and all I can hear are the voices of my classmates in the classroom.

It’s nothing to brag about, but the phenomenon of your arm going numb and feeling heavy due to incorrect head positioning at the desk is probably a privilege only experienced people can understand.

Well, putting aside such trivial matters, is it just my imagination that the voices around me, which I’ve been hearing for a while now, have a different atmosphere than usual?

For a brief moment, the classroom became unusually quiet, not that it was completely silent, but it felt like the atmosphere was tense.

“Hey. What’s up, Shibuya? Got something to do?”

As usual, the voice of Sakaki, the man who always seems to negate my musings, can be heard, but judging by the flow of his words, it seems someone from another class has come to the classroom.

I’m not interested, but just in case, I casually glance at the classroom entrance from between my head and elbow.

“Eh, not really.”

Then, there was a certain woman from the neighboring class.

A scene of a cool-looking woman with beautiful long hair and long legs extending from a sleek skirt, standing with a small lollipop in her mouth.

Of course, we are in the same grade, but I have never spoken to her or interacted with her. It’s just that she is a prominent figure in this school, so I only know her face from a distance.

That’s right. Her name is Arisa Shibuya.

As can be seen from her stylishly altered uniform, which she wears as if she doesn’t care about the school rules at all, she is a free spirit in both good and bad ways. Even now, her beautifully exposed legs are significantly more visible compared to other students due to her clearly shorter-than-regulation skirt.

To those who see her, she might appear to be a delinquent girl of modern times, but in reality, her grades are among the top in her grade, making her an utterly incomprehensible and elusive presence.

In a word, she may seem like a solitary and unapproachable type, but to close friends with whom she has opened her heart, she shows a smile that is appropriate for her age. Besides her blessed appearance, she is an incredibly popular woman among men, in a different way from Yamamoto Saya, who is in the same class.

“Yeah. Are you looking for someone? I’ll help you out.”

“Eh, not really.”

However, I’ve never seen her interact with men in general, and as expected, even that Sakaki guy is completely ignored in their current exchange. In fact, the way she responds to him so mechanically without even making eye contact is once again caught in my sight.

And even now, I have no idea what they are thinking, but with their hand tucked into the pocket of their vest, they quietly gaze around the classroom with their sharp, large eyes as if searching for something intently.

Well, such a scene has nothing to do with me, at least, so I quietly lower my head onto the desk once more.

As expected, Arisa Shibuya. Although there will probably be no opportunities for me to be involved with her in the future, she remains an incomprehensible woman as always.

Just, what is it? If I’m not imagining things, am I feeling that indescribable gaze from somewhere again?

Maybe, again… as I try to shift my gaze.

Well, it was just my imagination after all.

In the first place, is she in another class or something? I can’t see Yamamoto Saya in the classroom right now. In short, it was completely my paranoid delusion. Even though we made eye contact many times today, this misunderstanding is too embarrassing in many ways. That thing too was probably just my imagination after all. Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense.

For now, there are about 3 minutes left until class. I thought about going back to my desk… but

I quietly realize that my earlier feeling of being watched was not mistaken.

Why…?

I don’t understand. Why, even now, does her gaze, peering into the classroom from the entrance, fall upon me…?

Yeah. What I see before my eyes is her, Arisa Shibuya, staring intently in my direction with that cool expression, for some reason not changing at all.

I really don’t know the reason, but it clearly feels like they’re watching me.

I can say with confidence that I absolutely did nothing to her.

There’s no way I could have anything going on with someone from the next class when I can’t even interact well with the people in my own class.

However, while I was thinking about such things, her figure appeared in my view, tilting her head as if pondering something, muttering to herself as she returned to her classroom.

What on earth was that just now…?

Faintly, as I was leaving, I thought I heard my younger brother saying something or other from her distant mouth, but either way, I can’t really tell.

For now, it was obvious, but I was relieved that it had nothing to do with me.

Even so.

Really, she’s like a cat… that woman.

Well, whatever. I’ll go back to sleep.

No, let’s pretend to be asleep.

Today’s last fake nap…