I’ve been over the moon since falling for Romeo-senpai.
I’ve been doing things like checking his class schedule to see if I ever have a chance to pass by him, or staring hard out the window to see him during P.E. class.
My the results of my urara flower divinations was unfavourable. But using the flower with my name, I’ll break through with guts and willpower!
Anyhow, as I was spending my days like that, my ranking fell on the end-of-term tests. Hard.
And honestly, even I didn’t think I would fall this badly.
When I realised my name wasn’t on the published list, the girls around me said stuff like “What a shame~” but I thought that I’d fallen only 2 or 3 places at most.
This is a critical moment. Critical like trying to keep my balance on the point of a cliff. “As expected of Reika-sama” is in the past now. It was incredibly short-lived.
Honestly, these marks are just horrible…
Or so I was thinking to myself, depressed, when my homeroom teacher suddenly called for me. And to the student counselling room, no less.
I wondered what she was going to say as I headed there in depression. When I arrived, my homeroom teacher asked me for my thoughts on my term-end results.
Or so I was wondering in a daze, when she made a difficult expression and looked at me.
“Honestly speaking, it was completely unexpected that you would fall this far, Kisshouin-san. I’ve seen your grades in primary school, and they were exceptional. I asked all the other teachers as well, and they all told me that you took your lessons seriously, your exams results were splendid, and that you were an excellent, model student. I thought so too. As a teacher, I had almost no worries about you.”
“And yet,” she continued, “how do you explain this drop in results? If something happened, please speak to me about it.”
Well, even if she asks me how, it’s simply that I fell in love and didn’t study, so I definitely can’t tell her the truth.
“I believe that I was simply lacking in effort this time. I truly apologise.”
“You know, things have become a problem. It isn’t just your results. Lately your attitude in class has been an issue as well. A number of teachers have told me that in class you simply sit there in a daze, without really trying. And the result can be seen in your grades. Just what on earth happened, I wonder.”
Eh-, it’s become this big of a deal? Just because my marks fell!?
Far from “as expected of Reika-sama”, I’ve turned into one of those problem children that get called in to the counselling room!
“You know, Kisshouin-san, could it be that some bad boy is tricking you?”
“Hah?”
What’s this all of a sudden?
“When it comes to girls worsening their behaviour, most of the time a boy is involved. That the diligent model student that you were has changed this much… Could it be that you have begun dating some strange man?”
Sensei leaned forward as she asked this.
Oh my gosh.
To think that while I was being over the moon, I almost got the label of ‘delinquent girl’ attached to me!
“No, absolutely not.”
Far from a bad boy, he’s the esteemed Student Council President, famous as a model student, and loved by all the teachers.
All that I did was go “Guhuhu, Romeo-senpai~” and roll about in my room.
Even though this is all just because I accidentally lost control of my lazy side, the situation turned into a surprisingly huge matter!
“It has reached the point where we believe it would be best to try contacting your guardians.”
EEHH!? IT’S THAT BAD!?
Aren’t there plenty of girls with way worse grades than me!? Why am I the only one being portrayed like I’m on the straight road to delinquency!?
“Umm, it truly is not big deal. I simply became a little too relaxed this time. I am reflecting on it, and will try my best next time.”
“…The staff here has great trust in you, Kisshouin-san. The shock we received from this was not small, you know. Also, would you consider taking summer remedials?”
“Remedials?”
In the middle school section, they have remedial classes during the summer break for kids with bad grades. Kids that are particularly studious also attend them, but they’re in the minority.
But going to those remedials also serves as a way for them to keep an eye on my behaviour.
But Sensei, far from bad friends, I barely have any normal friends. I have almost no friends who will play with me outside of school…
Just how on earth am I supposed to turn into a delinquent if I’m just sitting at home all day?
Well, can’t be helped. You reap what you sow.
Now that it’s come to this, all I can do is repair my reputation.
“I understand. I shall attend the remedials.”
My first summer break as a middle school student, turned into quite a tearful event.
*imouto*
*imouto*
On the first day of remedials, I headed for school.
After I came out to my family about going to remedials, they were in shock.
But if I went with a stupidly honest reply like, “The teachers think I’m being tricked by a bad man.” things would really blow up, so I didn’t say a thing though.
I’m sorry for being a disappointing sister.
But I really have reflected a lot, this time.
Still, I’ll admit that my lifestyle turned quite lazy.
My home tutor, Karin-sensei, became a little depressed because she thought it was the fault of her teaching style.
And also, becoming fatter because of my idle lifestyle is actually the biggest issue here.
I’ve been ignoring it as just my imagination, but my big tummy was yelling at me, “This is your reality!”
This rounded tanuki stomach is definitely a no!
I’ve decided that this summer break, I’m going to turn over a new leaf and try my best.
*imouto*
The remedial lessons weren’t arranged in classes, and instead each grade would be grouped together in one room.
Gokigen’yoh, everyone.
Even though I was supposed to have put on a friendly smile, all of them averted their eyes. Why.
Almost all the kids in the room were those with bad grades, and not only that, the ones that didn’t stand out at school. Well, I suppose you could say that they’re the bottom caste in the school hierarchy.
Not a single person from my caste was here.
And neither would any of the more rebellious kids come.
When I took a seat at the back of the classroom, one of the students sitting near me, slooowly moved to another seat.
Some of the kids with friends were forming small islands, but I was stuck living on a deserted one.
When I looked out the window, oh my? Was that a mirage just now? The scenery swayed.
…I’m definitely not crying or anything.
*imouto*
*imouto*
*imouto*
The recompense for being over the moon about love, turned out to be quite large.
This heartrendingly lonely remedial lifestyle, was only just beginning.