Oregairu Vol 13 Interlude 3

                          Interlude 3


I don't get it at all.

When  I'm  sitting  on  my  seat,  when  I'm  chatting  with  the  others,  when  the  lesson  bell
rings, even when the class begun, I have been thinking about the same thing all this time.

To the point that I confused myself. Telling myself that this is fine, that things should end
this way, to the point that my tears are falling down. I just don't get this this at all.

But...yeah. That's the kind of people they are, the kind of people who look smart on the
outside, even if they are actually clumsier than they thought.

Repeating the same way of doing things, to the point that none of us could realize that a
different  option  exists.  To  oppose  each  other,  to  compete  with  each  other,  without
creating such a reason, neither of them could get closer to each other.

An excuse made to convince themselves.

Whoever wins the competition will have the right to order the other to fulfill a wish.

Her wish was probably decided ever since the beginning.

A wish that has the same nature, yet with a completely opposite intent from mine. Two
wishes that are so similar, yet so different.

There is only one way to fulfill that wish of hers.

But, that definitely shouldn't happen.

No matter how, if they end up going back to being complete strangers, then nothing can
bring them back together.

......But even this, is probably just a statement used to escape reality.

The words on the blackboard are being wiped off before I could copy any of it, and we
have reached the next page of the textbook before I realized it.

People seemed to be chattering within the class yet I can't hear any of those voices, only
the scrubbing sounds of chalk and pencils, and a soft sigh near me echoed into my ears.
The instant I diverted my sight of view, a familiar person enters the scenery.

A  head  being  supported  by  a  left  hand,  a  pair  of  eyelids  that  are  about  to  close,  the
remaining  right  hand  that  spins  a  pen  delicately  between  its  fingers,  the  head  then
lowers down a bit, seemingly deciding on reading the textbook on the table...But, a sense
of fatigue seems to linger about, as it struggles very hard not to daze off during the class,
 this action has been repeating throughout the whole day.

I can still see him, we can still see each other.

Even if we ended up moving to a different class, even if it ends up going unnoticed, even
if no one becomes aware of it, even after understanding each other thoroughly, things
will only be the way it has always been.

Which is why I have to hide away these feelings, seal them within the depths, and put up
my best smile possible.

Such a sly, disgusting person.