As I parked my bike in the designated parking area for bikes, I grabbed the chains from the front basket of the bike and locked it. This way, no one would steal my bike while I'm at school.
After that, I started walking my way to the classroom. As I entered the classroom, my friends started greeting me and gave them a nod as I head to my seat.
Then a blonde-haired guy approached me. "Hey, Taneshima-san."
"S-Satori-kun."
This is Satori Kanemi, a friend of mine since last year. He was my very first friend at this school when I transferred here. He has a decent appearance, with shiny blonde hair, a nice face, and blue eyes. But there's a slight downside to him.
"Did you play the new game coming out this month?"
"Is it the new Monster Hunter game?"
"Yeah, yeah! You should definitely try it out!"
"Say, Satori-kun... Did you..."
"Of course! Once I installed it, I immediately started playing it for a whole day!"
His downside is his gaming... Well, he's not that bad academically since his grades are not that low. But for some reason, he kind of forces me to play with him for an hour or two, and it gives me a headache.
"I'll play it later."
"Really?! Then here's my ID." He gives me a piece of paper containing his ID.
"Let's party later."
"Yeah."
And then he went back to his seat and started talking more about games with his gamer friends. I am actually surprised that they can play for 24 hours... How impressive.
Then Inoue-san entered the classroom and sat down beside me. That's where she was assigned, after all. "Good morning, Taneshima-san."
"Good morning, Inoue-san."
"Did you sleep well last night?"
I stayed silent, staring at her blankly.
"E-Eh? Is that a no?"
"W-Well, actually, my favorite manga started debuting as an anime and just aired last night, so I couldn't help but want to watch it." That's a lie... Actually, I've been trying so hard to sleep, but Scarlet is too loud at night. She's also toxic when playing online too... Sorry, Inoue-san.
"I-I see. But it's bad for your health, okay? Don't watch anime too much at night, or it'll seriously ruin your sleep schedule."
Uwahh~ She's so kind... "M-More importantly, how's your mother?"
"Oh? My mother? She's doing fine now."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"I'm glad your mother is starting to recover now."
"Mhm~"
The conversation then died. Holy crap! I suck at maintaining a conversation!
Then the homeroom teacher entered the classroom and lightly tapped the podium. "Everyone, be quiet. We're going to do a roll call."
Everyone fell silent as Mai-sensei began calling our names one by one, checking our attendance.
A few minutes later, she placed her clipboard on the podium. "Good, now that everyone is present, I have some announcements to make."
"First, the first semester will now end in one week. Second, there will be an examination, so please, for the love of God, study your asses off!"
The whole classroom went silent as they kept their eyes on Mai-sensei. It was an intense atmosphere, and I could feel the weight of her words.
"Third, in the next two months, there will be a festival for this school. Class President, please take care of this task."
The Class President, who was sitting near the front, nodded in acknowledgment.
Her name is Isumi Aikawa. If I remember correctly, she got voted second place in the poll named 'Best Girl in Classroom 20XX'. She has short gray hair tied in a ponytail and blue eyes. She wears glasses. Despite her initial coldness and seriousness, she is also a cheerful and nice person on the inside. If I remember correctly, she was the one tending to the flowerbeds, and I also caught her playing a Yaoi eroge game at the computer lab.
I shake my head and look at the front, only to notice Isumi glaring daggers at me. Crap... Did I do something wrong?
Mai-sensei then tapped the podium again. "Anyway, now that's all done, wait for your next teacher and be quiet," she said, grabbing her clipboard and walking out of the classroom.
Ahhh, what a morning... I sighed as I rested my head on the table and slightly closed my eyes. Suddenly, I felt a jab in my ribs. "Oof!" I let out a strange sound of pain.
"Oi, Taneshima-kun, you'll help me, right?" Isumi smiled at me with an annoyed look.
"Ahh, yes... sure..."
Ahhh, I almost forgot that I'm the vice president of this class...How bothersome.
"We'll excuse ourselves to the teacher."
"Wait, Isn't the festival two months?"
"Yeah, What about it?"
"...Why are we doing it early?"
"I don't want my work stacked."
Ahhh, being a president sure is rough...
"Alright..."
"Good." Isumi then walks back to her seat and sat down.
Inoue then looks at me with a concerned look. "Are you okay?"
"Y-Yes... I think."
"Really? Did you not know? Isumi's father is a boxer you know?"
Eh? Wait, what? Really? No wonder it hurts like hell!
"Ahahaha~ It didn't hurt at all!" For now, I'll pretend that It didn't hurt... Even though I feel like I got stabbed. Boxers are scary!
The next teacher entered the classroom, and Isumi and I were excused to start planning the festival for our classroom. However, a heated argument between us ensued in an empty classroom.
"No! We should do a maid cafe!"
"What are you talking about!? We should do a stage play!"
"That won't do! Maid Cafe!"
"STAGE PLAY!"
"Maid Cafe!"
"Okay, give me a reason why we should pick maid cafe."
"...Because girls get to wear maids?"
She stayed silent for a moment before responding, "You and your maid fetishes... I don't understand."
"Don't judge me, fool, maids are the best thing." Even Maria is the best maid!
"I see, Anything else?"
"Hmm... Let's see... I suppose I'd like to see you in a maid outfit as well."
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly stood up, glaring at me. "H-Huh?! W-What are you talking about?!" Her face turned bright red with embarrassment.
"I mean, I only get to see you in your uniform."
"T-That's true..."
"Welp, There you have it~"
She grits her teeth in annoyance, raising her left arm and clenching her fist tightly. Her face is still flushed with red.
"W-Wait! Don't kill me!"
She then sighs and sits back down in her chair, her blush still evident. "I-I'll consider it..." She looks down, unable to meet my gaze.
"Alright..."
In the end, we talked about maid costumes.