I Favor the Villainess

From the day after I visited Mr. Kano's house, I was to be off school with the flu.

Perhaps Mr. Kano's got it.

I was overwhelmed with a novel I borrowed from Mr. Kano, even though I was floating with fever.

The novel that Mr. Keno lent me was a story about a certain Catholic prestigious high school for girls.

The title is "Between Prayer and Thoughts".

The protagonist girl was a devout Christian, but at one point, she finds herself in love with an older same-sex senior.

The protagonist grows little by little, even as he becomes slated between the simple faith he has had until then and the love for same-sex.

Platonic relationships with older seniors and heartwarming episodes with friends were beautifully spelled out in elaborate portrayals.

I'm totally captivated.

There is one character in that story who is publicly proclaiming that he is gay.

It's a character called Senior Saint.

When the protagonist is troubled, Saint Senior decides to affirm her thoughts.

Nor is that just emotional sympathy.

From a theological knowledge and gender point of view, he says there is no sin in homosexuality.

Although the protagonist revolts at first, he eventually shifts his thoughts from blind obedience to faith to spontaneous love.

I felt my feelings affirmed, as if I had become the protagonist of it.

Even that day, I was reading back so many novels borrowed from Mr. Kano as I stuck a cold pita on my forehead in my own bed that I didn't know how many times.

The fever had gone down already, but he had been told absolute rest because of his worrying father, so he had nothing else to do.

Unexpectedly, the door to the room was opened.

Zero, your friends are here.

"Hey, mother. About knocking."

"I did. You just didn't notice."

Apparently he was too enthusiastic about the novel.

"What more do you do than that? Would you mind going up a little bit? He said Mr. Kenino."

……

If I thought it was Misaki or Kosaki, was it Mr. Kano?

I got lost.

Honestly, I'm a little scared to see Mr. Kano.

She has something to lose.

But I really wanted to thank you for this novel.

"Just a little bit."

"Okay."

With that said, my mother went back.

There were signs of approaching the room in no time, and the door was knocked three times.

"Go ahead."

"Sorry to bother you. Oh, that doesn't look surprisingly good."

With that said, Mr. Keno lowered his bag onto the carpet.

"That's a pretty room..."

"Don't look too much. I'm aware of that."

I don't really like girly things.

No, I didn't.

I like cute stuff, but it doesn't seem like something like that to me with a big figure, so I've kept it away.

But there could be more from now on.

"The novel, it was interesting"

"Yes. What is it?

"Yeah. For instance -"

We were obsessed and talked about the work.

I mentioned each of the characters to say how good they are, and to argue with each other about the show of the story.

It was my first experience talking so fervently about the novel, but it was amazingly fun.

"For that matter, the flu doesn't seem to be the only cure, does it?

"Right...... I might be able to face my romantic feelings."

Since this novel is not yet complete, it is not yet known what conclusions the protagonist will eventually draw.

But I didn't mean to deny my emotions anymore because I didn't live in faith myself.

"Thanks to Mr. Kano. I really appreciate that."

"If you're grateful, call me a poet, right? I'm not the only one who says" Mr. Zero. "

"Right. Thank you, poet."

"You're welcome."

Somehow for me, I think the poet was the standing of that Saint Senior who appears in the novel.

He was an important being who showed me the way, worried about my love for same-sex.

I couldn't resist calling it by name any more.

I was in the clear mood that I would no longer fake myself at this time.

But...

When I went to school the next day I immediately noticed the discomfort.

Say hello, but you won't get back to me.

Normally I can't get into the circle of girls who let nature in.

At first I thought I just couldn't grasp the feeling because I was absent for a long time, but obviously this isn't it.

I'm avoided.

"Hey, Kosaki. It's super rare to have the flu this season."

"Ugh, yeah......"

Misaki said aloud as she glanced at this one.

Kosaki does so at first, but he's still looking at this one.

"Speaking of which, you had the same flu a while back, didn't you?

"Oh, yeah."

"Something... It's suspicious."

In a humid, moist tone, Misaki says.

Plus, one of the boys got on.

"Didn't you do something that would make you laugh?

Classroom, big laugh.

Speaking of which, I was wolfish that the routine I was desperately maintaining was breaking apart.

"No......! I didn't do that!

"Um? Zero, what's wrong, I'm so desperate. I didn't mean you."

"Don't be ridiculous. Why would you say that?

"Uh, nothing else."

Like a rat-bearing cat, I thought.

"Say something, poet! I was misunderstood."

"What, poet? What? Zero, so you're in a relationship with that nerdy woman you call her by name? Shit. You're a bee."

"Chi, no! It's not!

It was completely muddy.

"So what? Why are you so close to him all of a sudden?

"I just... got some advice..."

"Advice? What? Oh, like, sleeping moves on the bed?

An inferior laugh stuck to the classroom.

I almost burst into tears.

At that time...

"Why are you so stupid? Are you a monkey?

A pitiful voice broke my laugh.

Mr. Kano was standing up and looking at this one.

"What, one field. Any complaints?"

"Yes. What is this farce? It's too sloppy for me to throw up. What are you doing in a good year? All grown up, kindergarten kids in your head."

It was a relentless curse.

Usually, you didn't expect words like that from poets who don't make a lot of claims, and the winning Misaki gets stuck in words for a moment.

In that gap, the poet folded.

"Mostly, Mr. Zero has someone he likes right. That's not me. If we were friends, that's all you know."

"... figured out what the wind was"

"Uh, I don't care. I don't care, will you not get me into kindergarten play? 'Cause the level's gonna drop this way."

"! This......!

That's when Misaki and Poetry were going to be instant.

"Already... Already, let's not...? This is what I do..."

It was Kosaki who said that in tears.

"Misaki...... I, everyone in the classroom, get in a fight... Misaki has a fight with someone... even worse..."

I cried pompously, but Kosaki, who said so out, drained my entire classroom of poison.

As I was taken, Misaki and Poet, everyone in the classroom saw Kosaki.

"Chip...... Wow. Look, don't cry."

"I'm sorry... guys..."

Misaki, tongue-in-cheek and spearheaded, hugged Kosaki.

The men who were freshly on track are scattered.

……

At some point the poet sits in his seat and reads a book.

It's a brilliant switchover.

Speaking of which, I breathed softly relief that things had settled down for now.

But...

(Sabbath days, I guess goodbye)

Although this occasion has subsided, I won't be able to be in Misaki's group anymore.

I need to seriously think about how I'm going to shake myself from tomorrow.

What's the matter?

I already felt like I didn't care.