Chapter 5: The P.E. Class
"Whoa, you're big, Kusatsu-San!" "Shhh! Don't say it out loud!"
Rio Nakamura and Kuriyama Kusatsu we're changing their uniforms to the P.E. clothes.
"Oh, talking about your body. You have tattoos" Nakamura widened her eyes. "There's one on your back, one on your belly, and another one on your above your neck! So cool!" "Shhh! They'll hear you!" "Sorry!"
Kuriyama sighed. "Ya know what, Nakamura-San, I got these tattoos on my belly and the back just yesterday" She smirked.
"Heh~ That's really cool~ I wanna get one, too, but mum will get mad" Nakamura sighed in disappointment. "And what about the one on your above your chest?"
"This?" She pointed at her area where the tattoo was. "In my first year of junior high" She replied and flipped her braid coolly. "W-Wait!"
"What?" Kuriyama asked in a question way. Nakamura pushed Kuriyama's braided hair away then widened her eyes once again. "You wear piercings too!?" "Shhh! Just how many times I said 'shh' already?!"
"Um, three times?" He sighed once again. "There're two more pierced places here" Kuriyama pointed at her belly. "Wow . . ."
"I wonder why though. You're so cool and all, but why do you hide it?" Nakamura asked, curiously. "It's just . . . I was an outcast when I entered kindergarten. I was continue to ignored by people until now . . . You're my first friend, Nakamura"
Nakamura stared at her new friend a moment then smiled warmly. She hugged her new friend. "It's nice that I'm your first friend, Kuriyama"
Kuriyama widened her eyes after she heard her first name was called by her first friend. Nakamura pulled back and asked. "Is it okay if we start to call each other by our first names? I wanna know you better cause . . . You're really cool!" Nakamura sparkled.
Kuriyama just nodded, and sweat dropped. After changing their uniforms, they got out. On their way to the field, Nakamura started to ask again.
"So are you good at fighting since your father is the P.E. teacher here" She asked. "What? Fighting? It's P.E. Class, how could fighting involved?" Kuriyama asked back.
"This is an assassination classroom, okay? So the P.E. Class is like learning how to fight" Nakamura explained. 'So that's why Tadaomi is the teacher . . . All he ever done was fighting after all' Kuriyama thought then shrugged it off.
They arrived at the field then lined up. Kuriyama was planning to stood at the back, but Nakamura dragged her to stood at the front with her. Everyone looked at the new kid in a wonder way, but shrugged it off.
"Good afternoon, class!" Karasuma-Sensei said. "Good afternoon, sir!" The students bowed back.
"Hey, Kuriyama" Nakamura called. "Hm?" Kuriyama replied. "Do you know that lots of girls have their crushes on your dad" Nakamura whispered.
Kuriyama choked in the air. "Wtf!? Really?!" She whispered-yelled. Nakamura nodded. Kuriyama leaned closer then whispered. "He looked like a duck to me" "Pft-" Nakamura first giggled then the giggles turned into laugh then laughs turned into laughing out loud (lol).
Everyone looked at their direction. "What? I'm being honest" Kuriyama asked. "Your honesty destroys me-Haha!" Nakamura continued to laugh until Kuriyama ignored her.
"Okay, okay, ha. I stop now, heheh. Yeah, stop now" Nakamura tried to stop and slowly became normal again.
Kuriyama Kusatsu's POV
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