Chapter 209.
<strong>Chapter 209. Ran Returns to School. (5/5)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just ask her yourself. You don’t even need me, she’s a nice girl, she won’t outright refuse anyone.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But if I show her I’m on good terms with her best friend’s boyfriend, I feel like I’ll score some points with her.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So you just want to tantly use me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. That’s why I call you my trump card.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“This sort of cheap trick won’t do anything to make a girl think favorably of you, it’ll just show her you’re too cowardly to do it yourself. If you’re really serious, then just go straight up to her and ask her out in front of everyone then get t out rejected. You can ask to talk to her alone after that. At least that will leave a deeper impression of yourself on her than every Tom, Dick, or Harry asking her out every day.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh! True, but… it’s a bit hard to get t out rejected in front of everyone like that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s the whole point though. That it’s hard. Calling her out to somewhere remote to ask her out is the easy way out.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh. I did that with Rosa. Damn, maybe if I had a more bold approach like you it would have worked out.”
<span style="font-weight:400">It was at that moment the door opened up and Rosa walked into the ssroom. She’d left to eat lunch together with Alicia over me today.
<span style="font-weight:400">That was what gave Jass an opening to approach me and talk about this during lunch in ss like this.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, Jass, you were talking with Ran? Did the two of you be friends?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I frowned and responded, “Absolutely not. Please don’t lower Jass to the position of being friends with me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are you talking about? We’re basically good pals now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My face paled in horror and I responded, “Take it back, quick. I think my chronic illness is acting up again. It happened the instant you said that. I’m going to be sick.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell? Is your chronic illness some sort of allergic reaction to friends?” Jass retorted.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, it is. So please never call us friends again. If you’d like to be mortal enemies, I’m fine with that though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just how deep is your trauma man? Are you the type that thinks, ‘As long as I consider them mortal enemies, when I’m eventually betrayed by them I won’t feel a thing?’”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">“For real? Bro… isn’t that a bit too sad.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Look, not that I’d ever have one, but even if a friend betrayed me, I wouldn’t care. However, I can’t deny that your logic makes sense. I don’t necessarily think that way myself though.” I only used that sort of logic against Alicia to make her not feel bad about certain things because of how good-natured she is.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Rosa… your boyfriend is too pitiful.” Jass looked at Rosa as hemented over my response.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha, yeah, he’s super pitiful.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Having no friends isn’t something pitiful. If you ask me, it’s something to be praised for. If you''ve never had any friends before, you’ll never need to worry about something unnecessary like getting lonely.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But you have a girlfriend now. Does that not count as a friend?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“A girlfriend is a girlfriend. A friend is a friend, please do not ever confuse these things. If there was no distinction between the two, then any girl that friend zoned you would be your girlfriend, would they not?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is that how it works? Can your girlfriend not also be your friend?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, they can. But just the same, they can also be your mortal enemy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What sort of scumbag would dare refer to his girlfriend as his mortal enemy?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I raised my finger and proudly pointed to that scumbag.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Rosa? Are you okay with this! He’s pointing to himself!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha! It’s fine, it’s fine. We are like mortal enemies in a way.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How is it fine for your boyfriend to straight up tell you he considers you his mortal enemy?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t you think it’s kind of hot to be dating your mortal enemy?” Rosa asked without a hint of shame.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hot? How?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaah, you just wouldn’t understand Jass. It’s a more refined adult taste, maybe in the future you’lle to understand.” Rosa shook her head like she was the most mature one in the room taking the time to patiently exinplicated adult-like matters to a child.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Jass, don’t think too hard about it, Rosa’s preferences are just abnormal and strange. The fact that she somehow fell in love with a gloomy guy like me should serve as enough proof of that. Please don’t try toprehend the inner workings of this girl’s bizarre tastes, not even Iprehend them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha… right… maybe it was better that things didn’t work out after all… I never knew she had such interests. I don’t think I’d be able to think of my girlfriend as a mortal enemy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So, what were the two of you talking about before I got back?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh, it’s nothing. Look at the time, ss is already about to start. I should get back to my seat now.” Jass fled in such a tantly unnatural fashion which made it obvious it wasn’t something he wanted Rosa to know about.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So? What was it?” Rosa cocked her head and posed her question to me this time.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just some guy stuff.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Like?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Which girls have the best… assets.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You, talking about such a thing? I can’t see that at all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, Jass pushed the conversation that way and said he wouldn’t leave unless I gave my input. That’s why he didn’t want to say anything.” I threw him under the bus faster than the toilet paper I wiped my ass with.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? If that’s true, what input did you give?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You hands down won in the legs department without any questions asked.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heheh, is that so?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you the type that has a thing for a girl’s legs?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If they’re your legs, sure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Was that all the input you gave?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What about bust?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Personally, I quite like yours. It’s more about the shape, not the size in my opinion.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? I can’t imagine Jass would agree. Who did he say has the ideal bust?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Who do you think he would pick?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alicia. I’ve seen him eyeing hers when shees around. Though she hides it pretty well with her uniform it’s still quite noticeable. Am I right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, you’re correct.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh~ aren’t I amazing?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah, you’re so amazing for guessing what simple-minded guys like us think.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you think he’s going to target Alicia next after me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No way, right? He’s still recovering from a broken heart.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It doesn’t look that way to me at all. It looks more like he’s more than ready to get over me and chase after a new target.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, that’s none of my business.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Even if his target is Alicia?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, even if he aims for Alicia, it’s not like he has much hope in that department. He’ll end up shot down and have to move on to the next fish in the sea.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t you too cruel? You’ve snatched up both his consecutive targets.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’s just unlucky. But there’s always the chance he could somehow win Alicia over you know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heheh, win her over? Jeez, aren’t you a bit too cute, Ran? You think I’d give him the chance to potentially take her away from me? He can have her over my dead body.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You wouldn’t even give him the chance to confess to her?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, I’m not so heartless to say he can’t confess, with how popr she is, I’d run myself ragged if I tried to stop every guy from asking Alicia out after all. However, if any guy did get too close to her, I’d definitely guarantee they wouldn’t be able to win her over. Alicia is mine, I won’t hand her over to anyone.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, that doesn’t include you though. When I say I, I''m speaking for both of us.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Rosa, don’t you think our lines seem to be reversed.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m just saying your true thoughts.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t delude yourself, those aren’t my true thoughts.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, even if they aren’t now, I’ll make sure they are in the future~”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s never going to happen.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s a work in progress. I’m still working on making you more possessive.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t you just a bit too possessive?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, we bnce each other out if that’s the case then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The other students who’d left the ssroom for lunch piled into the ssroom around the same time the teacher for the next period showed up. Our conversation where we whispered back and forth came to an end once the students who sat in our vicinity took their seats.
<span style="font-weight:400">Wednesday closed out without any other noteworthy event.
<span style="font-weight:400">Thursday, Alicia was still distant at work, there wasn’t much change in that department. Slowly, but surely, Valentine’s Day was closing in. I thought Alicia might have at least approached me and forced me to practice how to dance, but she never did.
<span style="font-weight:400">She said she would before, but whatever was bothering her seemed to prevent her from doing so. Since it was convenient to me, I decided to leave things as they were until after the dance. That way I wouldn’t have to embarrass myself.
<span style="font-weight:400">When Friday came, there were a lot of guys going around asking girls out in ast-ditch effort to experience Valentine’s Day to the fullest. As for why it had to be today, it was because Valentine’s Day fell on a Sunday this year. Though the school dance was scheduled for Monday, those who wanted to specifically receive choctes on Valentine’s Day from the girl they liked had to act today. It was a rather sorrowful sight to see, all the fallen warriors ruthlessly shot down and killed on the battlefield where love ran rampant and filled the air with a bitter stench.
<span style="font-weight:400">By the end of Friday, Alicia had been asked out by dozens of desperate guys praying to win the lottery, but they’d all been shot down with an apologetic bow and the same exact response, “I’m very sorry, I can’t respond to your feelings.”
<span style="font-weight:400">That was the only answer she gave. Nobody asked her why, they all assumed every guy before her had already asked the same question so they didn’t want to continue bothering her by forcing her to repeat herself over and over again when she’d already been kind enough to hear them out.
<span style="font-weight:400">She was a busy popr girl who was sociable and highly respected by her peers. She studied hard while working a part-time job. She was diligent and forthright, honest and upfront, a girl at the very top of her grade, so most guys understood she didn’t have much time for love or romance but they still tested their luck anyway. She was the perfect girl in a lot of guys'' eyes, far out of their league, but they still took the gamble on the small chance that they might miraculously seed.
<span style="font-weight:400">Should that hard-working Goddess smile upon them favorably, they would never ask for another thing in their life again.
<span style="font-weight:400">That was the existence, Alicia Sorayuki, in the eyes of the public. None of them truly understood this girl at all. She was just a stupidly kind and naive innocent girl, that was all there was to her. She was far from perfect and she had countless ws. She’d get used by others because she was too nice to everybody. She’d end up suffering because she gave away too much of her time to everyone else at her own expense. People would rely on her too much because it was convenient to do so.
<span style="font-weight:400">They’d selfishly request favors despite knowing she was busy without considering just how much those small little things truly inconvenienced her. They’d think it was no big deal because she was perfect. She could handle anything. They never saw the underlying problem with this girl.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her kindness was a great weapon, but it was her greatest weakness. She’d end up ming herself and feeling guilty for things she didn’t need to.
<span style="font-weight:400">Even right now, something was obviously bothering her, but nobody even noticed or asked her about it. All they saw was that natural smile on the surface that she showed them. If she was smiling, she was obviously okay and happy. Nothing could be troubling her if she could innocently disy such a pure sincere smile at all times without ever faltering.
<span style="font-weight:400">No, perhaps only I ever saw through it because I was always among the root causes of the various things that deeply troubled her the most. I was the first guy who outright refused to be her friend and became her mortal enemy instead after all.
<span style="font-weight:400">There are things your mortal enemy will see that your friends will not and simply overlook. Your mortal enemy, however, will see through all your greatest weaknesses and use them against you until you obediently surrender yourself to them.