Hitagi Crab
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001
Senjougahara Hitagi is widely known to be a sickly girl; so it is not surprising that she is exempt from physical education classes. Even for morning assemblies, she’ll sit in the shade because of her anemia. Although I’ve been in the same classes as her for three years in high school, I have never seen her move actively. She is a frequent visitor to the nurse’s office, and because of hospital checkups, she often either comes late to class, leaves early, or is absent altogether. Many of our classmates joke that the hospital is her home.
Even though she is sick, she is far from insubstantial. As if she was as thin as a thread, she gives the impression that she will break at the slightest touch. For that reason, perhaps, the boys in our class half-joked that she might be the heiress to some big company. It seemed almost plausible. Even I think that it suits Senjougahara.
In the corner of the room, Senjougahara always reads alone. Sometimes it's a hard cover book, but sometimes it's one of those comics that will lower your IQ. She seems to be quite indiscriminate about her choice of books. It may be because she reads anything with words, though there may be quality in her reading choices.
She's intelligent and at the top level of the class.
She is always in the top ten on the ranking list announced after examinations, in every subject. Although it’s presumptuous to compare her to someone like me (who fails every subject except mathematics), it must be because our brains are constructed differently.
It seems like she doesn't have friends.
Not even one.
I have never seen her conversing with anyone. From my point of view, the sight of her reading a book—the very action of her reading a book—may have created a wall around her. Because of that, though I've been seated beside her for a little more than 2 years, I can confidently say that I have never exchanged any words with her. Unfortunately. With regards to her voice, I have only heard her say "I don't know" in reply to the teacher's questions in class. (Though I wouldn't know if she really knew the answer or not, she always replies with "I don't know".) In the specialized domain of the school, it is common for people without friends to form communities with other people without friends (in other words, a colony). Actually, I was in such a community until last year. However, Senjougahara is an exception to this rule. Of course, she is not being bullied either. For better or worse, I’ve never seen her being a victim. I have always taken her for granted, that she would always be in that corner of the classroom, reading her book. She had created a wall around herself.
Her presence there was a given.
Her absence here was expected.
Well, it doesn't matter.
After spending three years of high school, with two hundred students per level between first years to third years, senpais, kouhais, classmates, and all the teachers making up nearly a thousand people together in the same space, I've begun to wonder how many of these people I know personally. I think anyone would find my answer depressing.
Even if a miracle occurred and you shared the same class with someone for three years, I don't think that you’d feel lonely not exchanging any words with that person. It just ends up as a memory that such a person had existed. Even though I don't know what will happen to me a year after I graduate from high school, I probably won't have a reason to remember Senjougahara's face, nor be able to do so.
That's fine with me. It should be the same for Senjougahara as well. Not only for her, but it should be the same for everyone in the school. It must be wrong to even think about such a thing as depressing.
