Chapter 24.
<b>Chapter 24. ~Rewards for Her Efforts~ (2/7)</b>
<span style="font-weight:400">Without waiting any longer I headed over to the stairwell and started descending it one step at a time. It only took five seconds to get down a flight of stairs at my fastest pace. I did the math in my head, if there were 30 of these in total it would take 150 seconds altogether, in other words, two and a half minutes.
<span style="font-weight:400">There would be a bit under five minutes by the time I got to the bottom. I frowned as I began to wonder how she would ever make it on time. She would need to descend down the stairs even faster than me when I’m already considered quite fast. How though?
<span style="font-weight:400">When I was almost at the bottom I heard a door open above. By this point, there were five minutes before we’d bete for ss.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was curious as I descended how she thought she’d catch up so I looked up while still going down and saw something that genuinely scared me.
<span style="font-weight:400">A girl falling through the gap between each flight of stairs. She’d grab onto the railing during her free fall and stopped her descent for a second before she continued down. She rapidly closed the distance between us at a ridiculous pace. When shended on the railing beside me, her ck red id skirt and simrly colored zer fluttered about wildly in the air as she hopped off of it directly to my side and grinned triumphantly. Her tied red hair which had risen up in the air behind her soon followed and returned to its original position at rest behind her back.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You were saying?” She taunted while casually chewing on something in her mouth with her bag over her right shoulder.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re… crazy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, whatever, hurry up, let’s go.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She grabbed my hand tightly and ran forward dragging me along without any exnation other than saying, “Jump.” She didn’t go down the steps one by one but rather jumped down an entire flight in one go pulling me along in tow.
<span style="font-weight:400">I somehow reacted in time, but my heart nearly leaped through my chest during our descent. She didn’t stop or slow down at all. She gracefullynded lightly on her left foot while pushing off the wall with her right spinning around the corner to quickly change her momentum.
<span style="font-weight:400">She did this two more times while pulling me along before we dashed out the stairwell exit sprinting full speed ahead.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was honestly hard to keep up with this ridiculously agile girl. Sure, I might have beaten her once in a straight line, but I was sure she had a lot more stamina and was much more agile on her feet than me.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was really only able to keep up with her while we were running in a straight line on our way to school. She was much faster at changing direction around the turns and had to pull me along whileughing.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was only when we arrived at school that she let go of my hand. The two of us ran at full speed and just as we entered the ssroom, the bell rang.
<span style="font-weight:400">I copsed on my desk exhausted while she sat down gracefully without much difficulty. The way it looked, it didn’t look like we’de to school together at all. It looked more like I was about to bete and rushing like crazy to beat the bell while she’d been on a leisurely stroll in the park and got there right on time.
<span style="font-weight:400">Thinking back over this little sequence of events, I couldn’t help but curse. If she really was trained as an assassin it all made sense. The way she moved her body was definitely not that of a wallflower high school girl. Her movements were all well-executed wlessly in the eyes of a normal person like me. I mean sure, she’s no doubt lighter than me, it made sense why she’d be so much more agile and able to take corners, but it definitely wasn’t at the level of a normal high school girl in her first year.
<span style="font-weight:400">The meek version of herst night,pared to her this morning, was like the difference between night and day. It was hard for me to even see them as the same person. Just as I had more than one side to myself, she was simrly no doubt hiding different sides of herself.
<span style="font-weight:400">Already tired for the day after expending my full day’s worth of energy all in one go, I immediately took a long nap in ss. When I woke up for lunch the two of us went to the roof separately and rendezvoused away from the ss’s eye. She fed me some food while I took the chance to help her study a bit more.
<span style="font-weight:400">The rest of the day passed by while I was asleep in ss. After ss, we went separate ways promising to meet back up at her ce after work. I changed into my usual disguise in a public restroom as per the usual. When I exited the restroom wearing the casual clothes I had in my bag with my decorative blue-colored contacts already in I froze up for a second upon a sudden realization.
<span style="font-weight:400">I smelled my clothes and realized I’d almost made a grave mistake. It was the same set of clothes I wore to work the day before, but not only that… it smelled strongly of Rosa because I wore it to bed with her.
<span style="font-weight:400">There was still time to head home so I rushed back with that thought in mind. I quickly changed out of them and put on something new. I bagged up this set of clothes and dumped it into a separatepartment in my bag. I also grabbed a bunch of other spare clothes and tied them up in a separate stic bag before stuffing them into my bag. Since I’d likely be staying over at Rosa’s it would be a pain to have to keeping back home every day for a new set of clothes.
<span style="font-weight:400">Once I’d made these arrangements I rushed to work. When I arrived I was already out of breath.
<span style="font-weight:400">I went to the back, as usual, put my work clothes over my casual clothing, then locked my bag up in the locker. When I took up my position beside my coworker manning the counter I sat down to recover a bit.
<span style="font-weight:400">The store was currently empty with just the two of us behind the counter at the moment.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You seem tired already, did something happen that almost made youte or something.” She suddenly shut the open book she held with one hand and asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, well I forgot something at home and realized a bitte so I had to rush to get here on time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh… really now? Just out of curiosity, what did you forget?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? Uh…” Why was she suddenly taking interest in something like that?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Never mind. It’s alright if you don’t want to say if it’s something too personal.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What makes you think it’s something personal?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Perhaps you could say it’s… woman’s intuition.” She said with a small smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">I really hate that thing with a passion.
<span style="font-weight:400">“By the way… you smell.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… sorry, I was running after all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, I didn’t mean bad. I meant… you have a woman’s scent lingering on you. It’s very faint and almost unnoticeable though. I’m sure most people wouldn’t notice it at all, but it’s definitely still there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She’s a bit scary with how perceptive she is. After a full day, it should have nearly beenpletely gone, but for the short period of time I had those casual clothes on with Rosa’s scent stuck to it, it had gotten back on me. Despite how meticulous I’d been I’d still made a careless mistake in the end.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So despite your self-deprecating statements about yourself before, you have a girlfriend after all, don’t you?” She said with a triumphant grin as though she were a great detective who’d cracked a case.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. I just went to the dentist. While I waited an hour, there was a girl who sat right beside me for a while. I think what you’re smelling might just be that. After my appointment, I realized I’d forgotten my phone at home so I rushed back to get it before work started. The only reason I didn’t say what it was I forgot is because I was surprised that you asked. You typically never ask me about things like that so I was caught off guard a bit.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh. So that’s what it was all about. Haaaah. And here I got excited thinking it was something interesting.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahah. Sorry to disappoint.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did you really think I’d believe that story you just made up? I won’t probe further since you obviously don’t want to talk about it though.” She said nonchntly as she reopened her book and lowered her gaze with a confident grin on her face.
<span style="font-weight:400">A single drop of sweat trickled down the side of my cheek outside her line of sight. My coworker, little Miss Sherlock Sandy, really was far too perceptive. I was troubled. If I wasn’t careful she’d see through all of my lies, that was the feeling I got from her recently.
<span style="font-weight:400">Yuna Arragona, my coworker, it was best for me to be especially careful around this particr woman and avoid getting in her bad books. In the past, I never paid attention to her enough to remember her name due to how little we interacted, but this time around, things were a bit different. I should not underestimate those observant eyes of hers or I’ll definitelye to regret it.
<span style="font-weight:400">With our conversation finished, as per usual, she lost interest in speaking with me.