Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

p>Well, this is her we are talking about.

Her words and actions always broke the norms.
I couldn’t help but think that she had acted very much like herself.

The male student died a swift and noble death in front of his classmates.
He dropped his shoulders in disappointment and returned to his seat, dejection apparent on his face.

Next up was the other guy, and a short while after, we had on our hands, yet another swift and honourable death.

Well then, who will overcome this obstacle?

As I continued to look on with bated breath, I listened to the clack of her shoes.
Kirasaka was walking towards me.

“……What happened?”

The match is yet to conclude, you know.

At my question, she let out a sigh, as if to say it had gotten tedious, and said.

“I want to get some fresh air.
I want you to come along.”

“Eh, no way.”

I said all that about her, but what the heck, I too issued an immediate reply.

It was a super-fast, peremptory refusal, unwilling to lose to Kirasaka’s.

I hadn’t given it any thought.
When I came to, those words had already escaped me.

I guess this is what you would call, a reflexive behaviour.

Our nearby classmates were looking at us, their mouths agape.
Clearly, they were dumbfounded at my immediate refusal.

Kirasaka wasn’t angry.
She let out a chuckle, forcibly proceeded to grab hold of my hand, and started dragging me away from the classroom.

……If this is forced participation, just say so.

She was pulling me while laughing.
Too scary.

“Sensei, I need to receive an important document regarding this event from the student council president.
I will be going out for a short while.” (Kirasaka)

“Eh, a-ah, understood.”

Look, even Sensei is at a loss here.

A student leaving the classroom as she pleases while class is still in session?……Where did this delinquent girl come from?

Kirasaka had pulled a fast one on the teacher.
When we were going to exit the classroom, another voice rang out.

“I too had requested the president for an application form.
Is it fine if I went to pick it up?”

It was Shizuku.

I haven’t heard about any application form from the president.
Don’t use the president to make such a blatant excuse for following us.

With a trot, she caught up to us.
Then, the three of us headed for, obviously not the student council room, but the stairs to the rooftop of the second building.

What faded behind us, was the scenery of our classmates looking at our direction with envy.
Amidst them, the figure of a pensive Yuuto could be made out.