Chapter 2 Ex-girlfriend?

Ex-girlfriend?

I wake up in the morning.

I’m so grateful to wake up at a regular time.

I get out of bed, go to the sink, and splash water on my face to wake up from sleep. When I splashed water on my face and looked in the mirror, I saw a man who looked like a Noh mask, so I lifted the corners of his mouth with my index finger as if to force him to be human, but he had a very awkward expression on his face. …

As usual, I wiped off the water with a towel and sat down to breakfast without thinking about it. Breakfast is the only thing that bothers my parents and Yoka. I had to eat with them.

When I went into the living room, my father was not there. He must’ve left early in the morning.

“Good morning, Mom, Yoka.”

“Good morning, Shuu.”

“Good morning, Onii-chan.”

They look at me.

Mother looks at me fearfully. Meanwhile, Yoka’s eyes looked at me with an indescribable look.

I sat down, clapped my hands, and said “Itadakimasu!” before starting to eat.

I don’t have any particular conversation with them, and I act casual while they occasionally turn their attention to me.

After eating, I brushed my teeth, tidied up a bit, checked what classes were scheduled for today, and made sure I had not forgotten anything before leaving the house. I could’ve sworn that Yoka had said something to me, but I left the house thinking that there was no way my sister, who was so talented, would’ve anything to do with me.

I walked to the station, thinking about today’s quiz.

As I walked through the ticket gates, I boarded the train, pulled my certification test reference book out of my bag, and read it, making the most of the wasted time.

I got off the train in less than a few minutes and was about to walk through the gate to the school when I heard a voice.

“Shu, Hiiragi-kun.”

I turned around and it was Kanzaki Momoka, my ex-girlfriend.

“Yes, what is it? Kanzaki-san. What do you want from me?”

“…Shu, I’m sorry. Hiiragi-kun.”

“Sorry?”

Why is she apologizing? Because I was unworthy and inferior and there was nothing I could do. There is no need for her to apologize.

“Sorry… Sorry.”

“… I don’t know what you’re apologizing for, but it’s okay. And I don’t think you should do this every morning. It’s bad for your new boyfriend.”

“It’s not. That was …”

She started to say something, but no words came out and her mouth was closed. I waited a few seconds, but nothing came out, so I bowed my head and walked away.

“I’m sorry.”

I think I heard a little whisper of “I’m sorry!” at the end, but I wonder what she was really apologizing for.

I thought about it until I entered the classroom and took my seat, but nothing came to mind. …

It was after school.

The sun was shining a little when I finished cleaning the classroom by myself since the others had thrown the classroom out in the middle of cleaning.

After checking tomorrow’s lesson, the textbook I was taking home, and the quiz, I left the classroom and walked outside without thinking.

As I walked and watched the setting sun, I suddenly saw a figure. It was on the rooftop of a former building that was originally closed to students.

Upon closer inspection, I found that it was the president of the student council, a person known to everyone in this school for her fine eyebrows and who, unlike me, is said to be impeccable.

She looked a bit like me in junior high school, so I was attracted to her.