Chapter 39: What Remains After Taking Away The Glasses and Greeting from The Creepy Greeting-Giving Glasses-kun

What Remains After Taking Away The Glasses and Greeting from The Creepy Greeting-Giving Glasses-kun

"What's wrong, Satoshi-kun, why are you in such a hurry?"

"....."

"Oh, it's been a week, 20 hours, and 5 minutes," I say, greeting him again. 

Instead, Satoshi-kun... doesn't respond... but instead, he loudly yells, "Such greetings are unimportant!"

It surprised me, so I wish he'd stop. Also, it's a part of his identity, so I wish he wouldn't reject that cheesy greeting. Without it, I wouldn't know who was calling out to me until I saw their face.

Satoshi-kun's true identity is the glasses, and his soul is that creepy greeting.

"To deny that is to deny Satoshi-kun's very existence!" I resist the urge to say this. There are things you can say and things you shouldn't. 

Instead, I tell him not to speak out loud, I'm scared... and Satoshi-kun frowns, looking very apologetic. 

"...I'm sorry. But when I heard that Mashiro had been attacked, I just couldn't sit still."

Satoshi-kun apologizes quietly, "I was so worried I thought my heart would stop."

Yeah, yeah, so honest and cute.

By the way, Miho-san's eyes are scary as she looks at me. Why are you looking at me like that? What on earth did I do to you?

After racking my brain for two seconds, I remembered that I hadn't told Miho-san about the attack.

Find the probability that a girl who's still hung up on the past would be able to remain calm when she hears that her ex-husband, currently beautiful girl, has been attacked somewhere. However, we'll assume the girl's affections are a little heavy.

You can figure the answer just by looking at the question. That's what it comes down to.

What a problem. After this, I have to have a friendly chat with Miho-san, who has lost the highlights in her eyes.

.... Isn't that a bit difficult? If a boss battle like that awaits me, I won't be able to concentrate on the opening act because I'm worried about Satoshi-kun now.

For the time being, I pretend not to notice Miho-san's passionate gaze and ignore Satoshi-kun's nagging.

Things like, "Because Mashiro's cute, so you have to be careful," and "All men are dangerous creatures, so you have to be wary."

He worries more like a mother than my Mama, and I think he'll make a great mother-figure in the future.

To change the subject, I pick up on something he said and say with a devilish smile, "So you think I'm cute, huh?"

He counters, with a serious expression, "Of course." 

I wanted him to blush more, or show more embarrassment, but my hopes were dashed.

Instead, I ended up blushing when he praised me directly. As expected of Satoshi-kun. He's good.

As I wait for my heated expression to cool down, I feel frustrated that Satoshi-kun hasn't been doing what I want him to do lately.

Unlike a fake like me, Satoshi-kun is a naturally intelligent boy.

As he gets older, his thoughts and ideas become deeper, and if they can bury my lead, I'll just be overtaken.

If you take away the five-star privileges that I've been given thanks to reincarnation, I'll be just another little girl. There's no way I can win against him.

But I don't want to give up so quickly just because I have no chance of winning, so I want to compete a little longer.

Even if I'm just a hollow shell, I want to stand in front of Satoshi-kun as a big wall. Is it weird to think that way?

 ...If you just listen to the words, it seems a little normal, but I just want to see what Satoshi-kun will be like when he finds out the true nature of the wall that he thought he couldn't overcome until now. Of course that's weird.

"...So, if anything happens, please let me know. I might not be able to do anything, but I can at least be worried."

...Sorry, Satoshi-kun. You seemed to be saying something good for a while, but I wasn't listening at all.

Even if I have a high-spec body that can do about three things at once, there's a limit to the number of tasks I can handle.

Although I stopped listening to Satoshi-kun's story because it seemed a little long. Sorry.

However, the way he ended the talk and said that if something happened, he would like for me to tell him properly from now on. I think that's what he was talking about.

Satoshi-kun always includes an outline and summary at the beginning and end of long talks, which makes it easy to understand.

Is it a thesis? The important part of a thesis is the main body, but it's the outline and introduction that stick in your mind. I get excited just reading an introduction that's probably unnecessarily grandiose. Is it just me?

"I'll do that from now on, I'll be more careful," I tell him in response.

Satoshi-kun nods with satisfaction, and belatedly adds that it's been five minutes and 17 seconds since we met today. 

A guy who remembers the time he's spent with a girl down to the second is pretty gross.

As expected of Satoshi-kun after all. It's reassuring.

Satoshi-kun, who had arrived like a storm, leisurely leaves, and peace returns to the class.  

It's a surprise when the studious boy, always studying with a serious expression on his face, suddenly changes his expression and barges into another class. Satoshi-kun doesn't have any friends other than me, so some people will have never seen him talk before.

But once Satoshi-kun leaves and peace returns to the class, it will mean the next challenge begins.

Yes, yes, I know what you're trying to say without you having to say it, so please put the light back into your pretty eyes. Ah, I don't mean to tell you to keep the light locked in your eyes.

"Hikari, I never heard anything about this! What do you mean?"

Miho-san is so cute, carefully dividing her words to express the anger that is overflowing from within.

She's usually cute, but today she's a little scary.

When I teased her, asking if something bad happened, she used to get mad at me in a cute way, but now I feel like if I tease her now, she might stab me, so I stop.

Hikari is a smart girl, so she can sense danger and avoid it. Great. 

...If you can really sense danger, then you should take preventative measures, you useless person.

"Miho-san... I really don't want to worry you."

Saddened by the harsh words she'd spoken to me, I sobbed a bit as I answered her.

"I'm asking what happened," she replied, ignoring my tears. Her stance was, "I don't care about your feelings or emotions, just answer the facts first."

She's so strong-willed. If I were just a cute, beautiful girl, I'd be dwarfed by the big hannya mask I could see behind her.

Her words and attitude are scary, but that's because she's genuinely worried about me. I was so happy to hear that, my sobbing heart burst into laughter. The fact that she worries about me means that she values ​​me. It's only natural that I'd be happy.

I was told to just state the facts, so I explain it all. That I was on a date with Tomohiro-kun, that some thugs had their eye on me, and that Shota-kun and the others helped me.

And how then I demanded that Tomohiro-kun to defile me and he rejected me.... Just kidding, I don't really need to say that. It would do irreparable damage to Miho-san's brain.

To protect Miho-san's brain, which was clutching its head in pain just from me talking about my date with Tomohiro-kun, I secretly leave out the most destructive part.

The explanation is clear without saying it, and if I did talk about that part, Tomohiro-kun would be in trouble in the middle of a class like this.

I want to praise him for being honest, but objectively speaking, he's a disgrace of a man who didn't eat the food that was set out for him.

"If something so terrible happened, why didn't you say a word?" Miho-san exclaims, furious as if she's been burned from a previous incident, to which I make the same promise I made to Satoshi with her.

"If anything happens, tell me about it right away, okay? If you don't, I won't forgive you. If you don't say anything, I'll tie you down."

Apparently, my ex-wife is a yendere.

That's strange, I had no idea even though we were together all this time. Maybe it's because I never flirted with other women in my previous life. Perhaps the previous brain damage has awakened a hidden disposition.　

My intellectual curiosity is stimulated as I wonder what kind of expression the girl who cares for me so much will make if I tell her with a smile, "I'm going to be defiled by my childhood friend!", but I'm also torn between the desire not to make the girl sad.

If I care about Miho-san, I will be betraying Tomohiro-kun, and if I care about Tomohiro-kun, I will betray Miho-san.

It's a dilemma.

If I can have one side, I can't have the other.

So why not just get both of them and solve the problem?

Hiding my true feelings, I soothe the worries of my classmates, who had no idea I'd been attacked until they saw our exchange.

"As you can see, I'm fine, so don't worry. Also, everyone, be careful of those bad guys. If you're in trouble, ask the karate club for help!"

Shota-kun, a member of the karate club, has been named as a member of the anti-gang squad, and he has an expression on his face that he doesn't know how to describe, but there's no need to worry about that.

After all, Shota-kun is a gentleman, and there's no way he would ignore someone who is being bothered, even if it's not a girl he likes.

...I hope the other members of the karate club will forgive me, because I'll give them some homemade sweets next time.

It's homemade sweets made by a beautiful girl, so of course they'll be happy.