CH 73

I had a bad feeling about this, given my recent bad luck.

And, after all, I had no veto power…

The morning of the day I was discharged from the hospital, which is to say, today morning. My parents drove me directly from the hospital to school, and before I knew it, I was in the principal’s office on crutches.

And now I’m waiting for a TV cameraman to arrive.

The principal, who is in a very good mood, and my homeroom teacher are in the same space as me right now.

The way they are treating me is also very strange. I’m made to sit on a luxurious-looking sofa that is supposed to be for guests, and I’m even allowed to eat tea cakes while I’m waiting. I wonder if this is what they call VIP treatment.

Especially the adults who had not even recognized my existence until now were smiling like this…

Everything still feels strange.

”Kazama, you’re nervous.”

”Yes, I am.”

And speaking of nervousness…

I can feel it, especially from the girl sitting next to me …… I can’t help but feel it. Really.

Right. Hirose.

She thanked me and apologized to me persistently, but I have already told her many times that she did nothing wrong and that I do not deserve to be thanked so many times.

But still…

I still have a strange feeling from a while ago.

Erika Hirose. If she were a normal person, I would be more…

But why is she so…

Why is she so quiet?

Her eyes don’t meet mine at all…

For some reason, she’s looking away from me…..?　Is it my imagination that I can still feel her eyes on me from next to me? But, when I turn my face to the side to see her eyes on me, I still feel her eyes on me, even though her gaze is elsewhere other than mine…?

Huh? I don’t know. Am I crazy?

Besides, I heard that Hirose was not injured at that time, but I wonder if she is not in good health. Her face seems to be a little red …..?

No, it’s my imagination. Or rather. Is she nervous, as she says? But is she the type of nervous person?　Well, she says she is nervous, so she must be.

Anyway, it looks like the TV station people are not coming yet, so let’s have some snacks on the desk…then I heard footsteps.

I thought I heard footsteps coming from the room, but they stopped in front of the room.

Oh well, finally.

Ahaha, this is just depressing.