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persevere, even in this state!”
“Oh, thank you. I’ll try to make it settle down as quickly as possible!”
…What the hell is with this conversation? I feel so stupid I want to disappear.
Kyousuke glanced up nonchalantly, trying to hide how worked up he was with these unpleasant feelings. His gaze finally fell on the girl’s face to find—
It was covered with a jet-black gas mask.
“……Wha—? …I mean, aaaahhhh!!”
Kyousuke did a double take.
…It’s not a hallucination.
The girl’s face was completely covered in a gas mask–like mask. Where the mouth would be, there was a cylindrical exhaust port that stuck out a good distance, and the eyes were covered by translucent plastic viewports. Silky silver hair spilled out of the gap between the mask and a dark hood that covered the back of her head. Even her ears were invisible under the cover of black headphone-like equipment.
From the exhaust port at the mouth of the gas mask a sound leaked out:
“Kksshh.” Was that a sigh?
“My goodness. It’s pretty rude to scream when you look at a girl’s face, you know. Even if it is because you’re surprised at my beauty! Really!”
“…B-beauty? I can’t even see your face…!”
How am I supposed to tell how you look under that weird mask? And who wouldn’t be surprised to see something like that?
All day, Kyousuke had been dealing with almost every kind of freak, but on appearance alone, this girl was truly twisted.
Bob was beginning to look better and better. From the bottom of his heart, Kyousuke was sure, definitely sure this time, that he wantednothing to do with this gas mask girl. She didn’t seem to have the same idea.
“Oh, come to think of it, we haven’t introduced ourselves yet. I’m Renko Hikawa. I’m a student in the first-year Class B. I’ve heard rumors about you. They’re attributing twelve kills to you, is that right?”
Somehow this gas mask girl—Renko—had also picked up on the rumors about Kyousuke.
“Attributing twelve kills”? What the heck does that imply?
He was staring right at Renko’s face, but thanks to the gas mask, he couldn’t read her expression. It looked like the viewports were tinted like sunglasses, so that he couldn’t even see her eyes.
Kyousuke was lost in his confusion over how to react to her weirdness, when she said, “…Hmm? Come to think of it, lunchtime is over soon, isn’t it? The teacher of our Class B is really strict about the time. I’m reluctant to part ways, but I do have to go.” Though it was difficult to understand her muffled mumbling, Kyousuke could tell by her low tone that she really was regretful. “I do have one last request. If you don’t mind, I’d like to know your name.”
“My…name? You want my name? Well…” Kyousuke was in trouble yet again. After all, if Renko was a student here, there was no doubt that she was also a murderer. However kind she might seem, it would be dangerous to imprudently get entangled with her. But on the other hand…
“I don’t mind if you find telling me disagreeable. I won’t blame you—in fact I’ll silently, obediently leave. But after I do, there’s a chance I may have a big crying fit while still wearing my mask and willfully drown in my own tears… But there’s no need for you to worry about me. So please don’t exert yourself on my account. I mean, do whatever you like…it doesn’t matter whether I live or die…”
“…Hey. That wouldn’t be a threat, would it?”
“No way, not at all. It’s not a threat. It’s a joke, silly. Think about it sensibly, and you’ll realize you can’t drown in your own tears, see? Do you think that I usually cry when I get rejected by a boy like you? But I’m totally choked up at your naïveté, taking a joke so seriously.”
“…I see. Well, good-bye.”
Pitiful sobs rose up from behind the gas mask.
“You’re really crying?! H-hey!”
“
Sniff
… My allergies have been really bad lately.”
“No, no,
“Oh, thank you. I’ll try to make it settle down as quickly as possible!”
…What the hell is with this conversation? I feel so stupid I want to disappear.
Kyousuke glanced up nonchalantly, trying to hide how worked up he was with these unpleasant feelings. His gaze finally fell on the girl’s face to find—
It was covered with a jet-black gas mask.
“……Wha—? …I mean, aaaahhhh!!”
Kyousuke did a double take.
…It’s not a hallucination.
The girl’s face was completely covered in a gas mask–like mask. Where the mouth would be, there was a cylindrical exhaust port that stuck out a good distance, and the eyes were covered by translucent plastic viewports. Silky silver hair spilled out of the gap between the mask and a dark hood that covered the back of her head. Even her ears were invisible under the cover of black headphone-like equipment.
From the exhaust port at the mouth of the gas mask a sound leaked out:
“Kksshh.” Was that a sigh?
“My goodness. It’s pretty rude to scream when you look at a girl’s face, you know. Even if it is because you’re surprised at my beauty! Really!”
“…B-beauty? I can’t even see your face…!”
How am I supposed to tell how you look under that weird mask? And who wouldn’t be surprised to see something like that?
All day, Kyousuke had been dealing with almost every kind of freak, but on appearance alone, this girl was truly twisted.
Bob was beginning to look better and better. From the bottom of his heart, Kyousuke was sure, definitely sure this time, that he wantednothing to do with this gas mask girl. She didn’t seem to have the same idea.
“Oh, come to think of it, we haven’t introduced ourselves yet. I’m Renko Hikawa. I’m a student in the first-year Class B. I’ve heard rumors about you. They’re attributing twelve kills to you, is that right?”
Somehow this gas mask girl—Renko—had also picked up on the rumors about Kyousuke.
“Attributing twelve kills”? What the heck does that imply?
He was staring right at Renko’s face, but thanks to the gas mask, he couldn’t read her expression. It looked like the viewports were tinted like sunglasses, so that he couldn’t even see her eyes.
Kyousuke was lost in his confusion over how to react to her weirdness, when she said, “…Hmm? Come to think of it, lunchtime is over soon, isn’t it? The teacher of our Class B is really strict about the time. I’m reluctant to part ways, but I do have to go.” Though it was difficult to understand her muffled mumbling, Kyousuke could tell by her low tone that she really was regretful. “I do have one last request. If you don’t mind, I’d like to know your name.”
“My…name? You want my name? Well…” Kyousuke was in trouble yet again. After all, if Renko was a student here, there was no doubt that she was also a murderer. However kind she might seem, it would be dangerous to imprudently get entangled with her. But on the other hand…
“I don’t mind if you find telling me disagreeable. I won’t blame you—in fact I’ll silently, obediently leave. But after I do, there’s a chance I may have a big crying fit while still wearing my mask and willfully drown in my own tears… But there’s no need for you to worry about me. So please don’t exert yourself on my account. I mean, do whatever you like…it doesn’t matter whether I live or die…”
“…Hey. That wouldn’t be a threat, would it?”
“No way, not at all. It’s not a threat. It’s a joke, silly. Think about it sensibly, and you’ll realize you can’t drown in your own tears, see? Do you think that I usually cry when I get rejected by a boy like you? But I’m totally choked up at your naïveté, taking a joke so seriously.”
“…I see. Well, good-bye.”
Pitiful sobs rose up from behind the gas mask.
“You’re really crying?! H-hey!”
“
Sniff
… My allergies have been really bad lately.”
“No, no,
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