My Childhood Friend Who Was Doing Personal V-Tubing Got Ntr’d by a Singer (LOL), but I’ve Decided to Just Sit Back and Watch the Two of Them Roll Down the Hill of Life and Fall Into Ruin - Chapter 15: The Teacher Who Favors the Childhood Friend Seems to Want to Cover Up the Incident

Chapter 15: The Teacher Who Favors the Childhood Friend Seems to Want to Cover Up the Incident

A while after going out with Kusaka and Asakura, on a weekday, as he walked through the school building after classes, the grade director—an old man teacher—called out to him. Today Shuko-chan was out on some business trip or something, so it had been a somewhat unsatisfying day, and getting spoken to by this grade director, who looked like he could be the commander of some special task force, was just too much of a hassle.

He wondered what the grade director could possibly want with him specifically, but since he was told to come to the guidance office, he followed along.

On the way to the consultation room after being called by the grade director like that, Tachikawa and Yokoi, who had spotted him, came running over. He explained the situation—something like that—and how he had been called by the grade director. In the meantime, the grade director had gone ahead to the guidance office.

“…Young man, suddenly, but I have a sudden urge for a hug of friendship.”

“Me too.”

With that, Tachikawa and Yokoi clung to him tightly. What was this, what?

“…Heh, go on with peace of mind.”

Tachikawa and Yokoi’s actions were somehow hard to understand, but they must have been in that kind of mood.

He knocked, then said, “Excuse me.” Just in case, since Kusaka and Asakura had told him about it, he didn’t forget to press the recording button on his smartphone and hold it in his hand.

The grade director was sitting there. It was a stark room with just a table in the center and chairs placed facing each other across it. He was prompted to sit in a chair.

“Right away, but you know that Urakiri from Class E has been absent from school, right?”

“Yes.”

A sleazy adult smile that didn’t hide its obsequious rudeness. He didn’t like this grade director much, honestly.

…It was about Himeko. Hearing her name brought up honestly made him feel bad, but well, that couldn’t be helped.

“She is an excellent student, and the school had great expectations for her. It’s regrettable… The fact that she’s absent from school due to family trouble is, after all, something that weighs on the heart.”

“I see.”

No matter what the school’s circumstances were, it had zero relation to him, so he just gave a casual empty response. The grade director’s old man twitched the corners of his eyes at his attitude. No, but from the victim’s perspective, what happened to the perpetrator had nothing to do with it, right?

“I was also called in for questioning by the police as a related party and heard the detailed story. The current situation isn’t good for her—for Urakiri—either, that’s what I think. So—could you, from your side, tell your father to withdraw the complaint?”

—Huh?!?!?! What is this old man saying?

“No, I don’t understand what you’re saying. Why does the victim have to consider the perpetrator?”

He glared back, wondering if this old man was crazy, but the old man shook his head in a yeah, yeah sort of way. Every single attitude and gesture seemed to mock people, and that pissed him off about this guy.

“Think about it. Right now, this school is in a very tough spot. You know about the scandal where school affiliates and students were arrested, but on top of that, violence between parents of students— that would just give the media another perfect target.”

“Huh? That’s just the school’s convenience, isn’t it? It’s not something for me or my dad to consider. It’s the facts, so it’s not surprising if the mass media makes a fuss about it, is it?”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t you have any awareness that you’re causing trouble for all the other students?

It might even affect the career paths and university admissions of the current third-years?

And while she ended up in the perpetrator’s position, Urakiri has her own future too.”

“No, I don’t know about that. And besides, it’s the childhood friend’s parents’ own fault, right?”

“Sigh… You’re stubborn. But is that okay? You’re still a first-year; if you cause this kind of trouble, there might be times in your future school life when you need help from teachers, right? It wouldn’t be good to have the eyes of teachers on you as a student who caused problems, would it?

…I promise to provide the utmost convenience for your future student life and career path.”

The grade director’s old man looked at him in a pose like a seriously dandy dad wearing sunglasses, like some commander.

“…Is this meant to be a threat?”

“Such violent words are troubling.

I’m just proposing that withdrawing the complaint would be a win-win for both sides. Of course, I intend to show consideration to you afterward as well.

That’s right, there’s an empty room in the club building with full equipment. I’ll let you use it however you like.

You’re in the go-home club, I think, but I’ll make it count as club activity for literary pursuits. It’ll become a club activity achievement for you. I’ll make it advantageous for your future evaluations too. —The office in the club building is comfortable, you know?”

As he said that, the grade director’s old man came around to his side and familiarly placed a hand on his shoulder.

…No, this was a threat, intimidation. And then hush money next, probably.

Things were starting to make sense: the school wanted to protect the high-achieving Himeko while covering up the incident, so withdraw the complaint. No way, what kind of idiotic story was that.

“…I’m not good with air conditioning.”

“—I see, that’s too bad, then!”

With that, the madao—no, the grade director—snatched the smartphone he was holding in his hand.

“You were recording after all. I’ll have to delete this. I think you should obediently accept my proposal.”

Damn…!!

Just as he thought about what to do with this grade director, who floated a sleazy, triumphant grin, BAA~N!!! The door to the guidance office flew open.

“No… there’s no need to listen to him, Tak-kun!”

“Tate! Yoko!”

The ones who burst into the room, striking a striking pose like from some weird adventure story, were Tate and Yoko.

“Wh-what are you two?!”

“Shut your mouth, madao-man. We recorded all your schemes and plots perfectly.”

With that, Yoko came over to him and stuck her hand into his pocket. Ah, stop, nooo!! A guy’s side pocket is sensitive nyoo…!! …Huh? She pulled out a small device from his pocket. When did… ah, during that hug earlier!

“—A wireless transmission device. In other words, a bug.”

“Wh-wh-wh-wh-what?!”

The grade director dangled snot from his nose and looked like an idiot in shock.

“Then, Tate. We’ll tip off the board of education right away with this trash talk from this seriously no-good old man.”

“Leave it to me.”

With that, Tate dashed out like a startled rabbit. The grade director, who had been stunned but came to his senses and tried to chase after her, but Yoko blocked the entrance door with her voluptuous body.

“Heh heh heh, I didn’t invest all this money in this body for nothing. Stopping one old man is a piece of cake.”

“Stop, get out of the way! You damn brat!!”

“A guy who intimidates students for his own self-preservation should just quietly give up and get fired, bad tea~cher~. And who knows, maybe some flame-war influencer will pick it up as material.”

“Uwaaaaaaaaah!?”

Yoko blocked the grade director’s path with her plump, dynamite ♂ body, and the grade director pathetically begged. Hmm, for a moment he wondered how it would go, but she instant-killed him, and it was kinda funny.

“Uoooooooh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!!! If that happens, I’m done for, stooop, please stoppppppppppppppppp!!!”

The grade director had been instantly blown away, but this guy was seriously a no-good old man… Hmm, he might not have had luck with women, but having reliable friends meant he was blessed with friendship.

“Nfufu. Tak-kun still can’t do without us watching over him, huh. And besides, your precautions were way too lax.”

Somehow getting out of the room and struggling to chase Tate, begging for his life from the madao, but Yoko lectured him without minding it at all. There, he honestly reflected.

“Sorry, Yoko.”

“It’s fine.”

When he apologized straightforwardly, Yoko gave him a nice smile in return. Later, he’d treat Tate and Yoko to some sub-ro ramen.