The Humanity Club | ✓

18. Putting Naegi Makoto to shame with that damn luck

CHAPTER 18

Why was it so difficult to stay awake?

"Making notes about these parts would really benefit you on the exam."

Oh right. It was because Suzuki-sensei was teaching.

As the hag droned on about her lesson, pointing at the board and such, my eyelids began drooping shut unintentionally.

        My cheek dropped onto my desk as a yawn flooded from my mouth. Peering over at my classmates, they all looked so fixated on the lesson in front and I made a face. They were actually listening... Ugh, school was just so exhausting. When would winter break finally arrive?

Right as I closed my eyes to sleep, fluttery pages brushed against my nose and I crinkled it. I opened my eyes only to find an open textbook propped upwards to hide my face. Similar to that one scene in Hiyokoi. I rose upwards, looking down at my own textbook that was underneath my arms then to the one propped up on my desk. Whose was it?

I traced it to the hand holding it and there, I found the culprit: Sato Yuji, sitting in the desk beside me.

"If you're going to sleep, you can be a little more discreet about it," he advised in a hushed whisper, frowning my way. "Suzuki-sensei will chew you out."

My eyelids picked up groggily, clearly not expecting this. What...? "You're in my class?"

I was shocked to find Saki was after my first visit to their clubroom but this guy was in it too? I'd never seen him (granted I didn't pay much attention to my surroundings) but still. Don't tell me they were all in my class and I had no idea?!

         I took a second to glance around the class in search of them. Luckily, other than the humming Saki copying down notes—the only one in this gloomy classroom with enthusiasm—they weren't around. After a period of relief and thanking all things good, I returned my focus back to the male to the right of me.

          "Why am I not surprised you haven't noticed?" Yuji sighed, retrieving his textbook from my desk. "We did the draws earlier today so I sit next to you now."

          I made a face to recall the event. Oh yeah, we did do something like that. But we only ever did those every couple months.

          "I don't really focus for those," I said. "But I haven't noticed you from before that."

         "Of course you haven't."

         "Yeah. This is seriously so weird. Are you sure you're not a figment of my imagination; a ghost? I'm pretty sure I would've noticed if you idiots were in my classes."

         He averted his focus forward, shaking his head. He ignored the term. "Last time I checked if I was living or not, I was living thanks."

         "You may just not be aware," I pointed out. It was common and true. "But if you are out for vengeance, I may have to team up with Kazuya Shibuya, the head of Shibuya Psychic Research, and exorcise your as—"

          "Shh," he said.

          I didn't.

          "Or does this mean I'm the next Takashi Natsume? Is my grandmother actually somebody who brought down countless of spirits and trapped their names inside the Book of Friends?"

         "How can you have so much energy?" Yuji groaned, resting his chin on his palm.

         "Energy?" I repeated with another yawn. I covered my mouth with my hand as tears filled the corners of my eyes. "Nah, trust me, I've been trying my best to stay awake, too. Suzuki-sensei just keeps talking, and talking, and talking... Seriously, we don't even need to know all this useless gibberish in the future."