This is one twisted story---
"Hey hey hey! Are you there, Seiji-san? I dropped by again today! Aw, you locked the door by accident again? This means I can't enter!"
Alert, alert. The stalker is invading my home, and has been hammering away at the house door since a little while ago. She won't even press the doorbell? What the hell's she thinking?
"The door's locked! You're not sleeping, right? Kyaa! This is the first time I've visited a boy who's sound asleep!"
Warning, warning, warning to the me of last week. The me of last week rescued a country bumpkin from two delinquents. It was only after I asked that I learned they'd be attending the same high-school as me, beginning tomorrow, and somehow or another it ended up like this. And the other girl was clearly one of those polite, obedient types!
"You know... Actually... I've always liked Seiji-san! Do you remember? During the entrance exams, I was sitting next to you! Because the guy on my right had a very grandiose name of 'Ryuugamine'*, I wanted to check out the name of the person on my left, and with just one look, it was love at first sight! And from that day on, I've always remembered the name! Although I wasn't brave enough to confess to you then... you rescued me, and then I thought... 'Ahh, this must be fate!' Do you know how much courage this gave me? So that's why, please let me see you, Seiji-san! I want to see you all energised and rearing to go, Seiji-san! Please please please, with a cherry on top?"
Ryuugamine: peak of dragons
Caution, caution. After rescuing this gal, she secretly followed me home, and after that has come by almost every day. She won't listen even if I tell her to go home. And that load of bull she shouted just now? I've heard it at least two thousand times before.
"Could it be that you don't feel well? You feel ill, so you can't respond? Oh no! Please open the door quickly! Ever since the day of exams, I've been asking around about you, Seiji-san! I know all about stuff like your birthday and your relatives!"
Police, police. 'I'm gonna call the police.' It was only after I said it that she backed down for the day.
Three hours after the assault. Hazarded that girl should've gone home, I decided to go to the convenience store under the apartment block to buy something. Holding toothpaste and newspapers, the features of that denpa-girl once again flashed through my mind.
Denpa: literally 'electro-magnetic waves' or 'radio waves', this term refers to the genre of mysterious girls who may or may not have powers related to waves. These powers are usually psychic in nature, for example being able to read someone's thoughts by detecting e-m waves or electricity.
My first impression of her was a beautiful girl, but with a touch of sophistication- or perhaps using the words 'beautiful lady' would be more accurate. But why'd such a lovely girl have no boyfriend?- the answer would be what I had already experienced today.
No matter how cute that denpa-girl is, I will still refuse her politely. If I was eager for a girlfriend, it'd probably be different - but my current self doesn't have the slightest shred of interest. Because I 'already have a girlfriend'.
But what about the opening ceremony tomorrow? I returned to the floor I lived on and idly mused over this question as I walked down the narrow corridor.
If I have to see that girl when going to school everyday, I might as well just not bother going at all. Ah... That's right, since I have a girlfriend anyway. She, so tranquil and beautiful, was a far cry from that girl. As long as I'm together with her, it's not a big deal even if I can't get into high school. I'll just go work at Sis' office, and being a reform student or whatever was just fine.
