Chuunibyou Demo Koi ga Shitai! Volume 1-2

Chapter 1 : Rikka Takanashi (V1)

Chapter 1 : Rikka Takanashi 

"All right, our class's first cutest girl competition has begun!" 

"What?" 

I couldn't think of any other way to reply to the guy walking beside me. What else could you say when they've announced a crazy contest? We were at the end of May, so it had nothing to do with the mid-terms we had taken earlier.

"What do you mean 'what'? This is an epic battle to see who the cutest girl in our class is! It's self-explanatory man!" 

"Then say it like that next time! Besides, how do you plan on getting all the guys to vote?" 

"Ah, I should've known you'd say that. Anyone would be concerned with the basic principle of a poll: getting responses. Well, no need to fear my good friend. Everyone else has already given me their answer and so now you're the only one left, Togashi. So your vote goes to..." 

"Why do I have to vote?"

"I've gotta have all of the popular guys' choices after all. Wouldn't be much of an evaluation if it were just my opinions." 

For some reason, hearing someone call me popular made me happy. Unfortunately, his compliments were ending there. He continued his passionate speech, "Everyone's already told me who they thought were the cutest in our class, so, tell me your girl!" 

"Hmm..."

As I began to think about it, I groaned in response. I had come across the real Makoto Isshiki. As you might guess, he acts just like how his name means: devoted to everyone. He's an interesting guy. 

If asked what devotion brings to mind, you'd think of an athlete or a guy who'd cut his hair to precisely 5 mm long, but those types of people tend to be quite rare. But with how proper he wears his uniform, you could easily get that impression of him. I don't know why he did, but he joined the disciplinary committee. He has a habit of saying "Stop your whining! You're disrupting the school!" when he's checking people for rule violations. And then there's that bamboo stick he waves around... I don't want to think about what he does in private.

 But there's also a part of him that loves women. Well, love is putting it lightly; he's the type of pervert who hounds after women. It's such an essential part of him. I mean he came to everyone in our class to ask them about our girls and their charms. He really loves women, but I wouldn't say he means wrong. He just loves chatting about cute girls; it's ordinary for him. On the other hand, I can't help feeling something's wrong when the same guy obsesses over indecency in public, refuses to nap during class, and yet chats about girls all the time. 

And so my perverted pal and I met instantly after enrolling in this school. We've spent quite the time together since then. I can't say we've done anything exciting, just chatting in the hallways and eating lunch together. You know, the types of things you do with your friends at school. I wouldn't consider him a close friend, but you can still feel the burning power of male friendship!

And while I was reflecting on the burning power of male bonding, we were walking home from school underneath the sun's glaring rays. The first big event of everyone's high school experience, the first midterms, were just over and I felt like humouring him and giving a reply to such an easy question. After all, it doesn't matter what I say. 

"How about it, boss? I know there's a lot of pretty lasses in our class, but you can trust me bro. Come on, tell your pal who the cutest of the bunch is." 

Apparently, the burning power of male friendship was getting to him as well. The stress of the situation was starting to kick in. I didn't feel like responding after he said that.  

"Ahhhh let me see... Who's the cutest in our class? Well, I'll have tocheck during one of our classes and see who the cutest is. There's no way I could answer without looking around first!"

 "You're a gentleman until the end! Bro, you gotta teach me a thing or two." 

As if I couldn't see right through that cheesy reply. Damn these responsibilities of male friendship. I felt I had to give my vote after that horrible acting job. 

"Oh... I don't know her full name though..."

 "O...K...? She's in our class though?" 

"Well, yes, but I'm not sure how to write it."

 "I got you bro. Here's the 6 I happen to know quite well."

 "What?! You're certainly a prodigy when it comes to knowing everything about girls. What kind of inspection did you do this time!?" 

"Oh... I just checked for information when looking for data on repeat offenders." 

He's certainly earned the name of pervert. 

(SORRY THIS WAS SO SHORT, I HAD TO ADJUST HOW I PUT THEM IN.)