I'm Just A Chuunibyou: Why Are Maidens Falling For Me? [Volume 1]

CHAPTER 68: Must protect the shadow hero.

Fifteen minutes or so have passed.

Almost everyone has now finished eating their lunches and are free to do whatever they want with their spare time.

Just as I had predicted from earlier. They started to gather in our spot once again to interrogate us.

However, this time I'm fully prepared.

"Saito, you were really cool yesterday. Have you ever consider joining the basketball club?"

"He's right, we can give you a recommendation to coach if you ever feel like wanting to join."

Like yesterday, when they saw my performance in the basketball match against Soba Hito and his friends. They considered recruiting me to their sports clubs.

"Thank you but I'll have to decline."

I'm not someone who has the time to play in daylight. Only under the shadows I must.

[Translation: it would take too much time out of my shadow hero plans so, no.]

A shadow hero isn't really known for joining other factions. In fact, they are always projected to be operating solo which I by the way doing before, thinking how cool, edgy and tragic it looks/sounds ever since school started.

And so, random conversation just like that and such are exchange.

The class was slowly getting to know me better and I start to know them better as well in the process.

I put on this sociable air around me while Mocha-san stared at me on the corner.

Is he still acting? He's playing it off so casually, as if, he was really a friendly person by nature.

I had warned her beforehand that I was acting. That made her thought I was two-facing everyone and was hiding under a mask which isnt too far off if you really think about it.

However, it also sounds alarming knowing that I was faking it.

That lead Mocha-san to believe that I might possibly have something hidden beneath that mask.

A/n: I don't know if I relayed that right, but basically. Those two-faced characters pretending to get along with everyone for personal gain and convenience. You know, people who treat everyone as tools.

I dont know anymore...

Mocha-san out of confusion, could not trust anything that I have been showing her anymore.

Alright. Lets just observe him and decide what type of person he is myself. You know what they say, seeing is believing.

She gave up and disregarded everything she have known about me until now and decided to judge me with her own eyes.

Mocha-san glared at me with analytic eyes ready to analyze just who am I exactly.

As I sat on my desk, our classmates kept giving me question which is fine since I fully prepared and determined my self for this.

I maintained my appearance/composure putting up the sociable air around me quite skillfully.

I learned this from observing how Haruka-san act around people.

Everything was proceeding smoothly, they kept handing me question and I kept giving out replies to their questionings.

It was all going well until...

"So, Saito. Why don't you wear your old uniform anymore? You know. The flashy looking one."

The question I feared had eventually been touched.