I Favor the Villainess

"I like Kosaki. Can you hang out with me?

"Huh?... Huh!?... Yep!?

After school library.

In anticipation of when we were alone, I confessed to Kosaki.

All I could think of was some complaints, and I went straight to the straight ball.

I knew I might not have the talent for a novel, etc., and there was a calm me somewhere in my head.

Kosaki didn't seem to know what it meant at first, revealing the upset as it gradually penetrated his brain.

"Huh? Like that... as a friend, not?

"Yeah. As a lover"

"... was it true that Zero is someone who likes girls?

"I don't know if I only like women. But now I like Kosaki"

Not if I pull it here.

Kosaki has weaknesses in pushing, so I wanted to let him snort with momentum if he could.

I overlap words.

"Isn't Kosaki having fun with me?

"That's not true!

"You don't like me?

"I don't hate you. But..."

"Surprisingly, we might have the right wavelength, right?

"Well, maybe..."

But Kosaki didn't give me a colorful reply.

I was in a hurry.

So I was delighted with Kosaki's next words.

"I need some time... maybe. Do I have to get back to you now?

"That's not true. Much better than being turned down on this occasion. Think about it."

"Yeah. Thanks"

"Yeah. I'm the one, thank God it was sudden"

The two of us laugh at each other somehow.

"After all, were you surprised?

"That's right. 'Cause even if Zero confessed to the girl, I thought they were Mr. Kano."

"Poet?

"You've been very close lately, haven't you?

"Well, not bad."

But I have no romantic feelings for poets.

"... Did you actually know Misaki and I were childhood friends, Mr. Kano?

"Oh, really?

"Yeah. Sounds complicated."

"What's the place?

"That comes from my mouth...... If you ask Mr. Kenino, he might tell you."

Well, it's not that much interest.

"In the meantime, let's close the library. Because it's time to close the room."

"Oh, right. Zero, will you turn over the plaque at the entrance?

"Whoa."

I was a little relieved as I left Kosaki's side.

Confessionally, we have the same conversation as before.

It doesn't even get awkward.

I was even wondering if this would have a pulse.

It was sweet.

It was sweet to give it back.

I floated in my first love and saw nothing around me.

That bump will be poked at me as early as the next day.

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"Morning."

I always say this when I go into the classroom.

Some neutral students had responded, although naturally there was no response from Misaki's group being hubbed.

Until yesterday.

Not a single reply as of today.

Now that I thought of it, it seemed like a good thing to notice it already at this point, but I was foolish to be standing right after the confession.

I head to my seat with a twist on my neck.

And there was a desk full of graffiti.

"What..., this?

The dry voice leaked.

The desk had words written magically and surprisingly.

There is only one word in common with everything.

- Ohashi Zero is a lesbian.

I rushed to find Kosaki.

Kosaki looked away from me softly, beside Misaki with a humble laugh.

That's how I understood everything.

Kosaki must have told Misaki.

Come to think of it, Kosaki would want to talk to someone if something important happened about being confessed by the same sex.

And at that time, it is naturally Misaki who will be named the most.

In addition, you knew what Misaki would do with that consultation.

This is not Kosaki's fault.

No, I wouldn't call it a hundred percent innocent, but the worst part was me without thought.

I finally figured out the reality.

Reality is not as beautiful as a novel.

Friendship is not always protected.

Homosexuals are not so easily understood.

And more importantly, love doesn't come to fruition so easily.

I don't remember a while from there.

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"Zero, are you okay?

The first thing I remember regaining consciousness was the face of a poet with a worrying look on his face.

The time is already after school.

In the classroom where the sun plugged in, I was on my way to my desk.

Soon all the graffiti had disappeared.

Later I heard that the poet protested against his appointment and asked him to replace him.

"Poetry..."

"Terrible. This is not happening"

The poet expressed his anger to me.

He rebuffed many of the strikes I received as unjust and lined me up with every possible defensive word.

"Thank you, poet"

"I can't thank you enough..."

The poet who said so had some moist eyes.

I soon learned what it meant.

"Hey, zero. Not Mr. Uchiyama, can't I?

Uchiyama is Kosaki's last name.

I immediately remembered that, but I didn't quite understand what the poet was talking about.

"I like Mr. Zero."

You perceived the colour of incomprehension, the poet reworded it in simpler terms.

Now even my head, which had an extremely diminished comprehension, found out on the boulder.

"Give me...?

"Yeah."

Nodding, the poet tried to hold me.

If it was a novel, I might have liked the poet.

But at this time my emotions had solidified like ice and I felt nothing.

On the contrary, oh, the first time the poet spoke to me was to keep me away from Misaki's group, and I was thinking strangely sober things like that.

I thrust the poet.

"... zero."

"Sorry."

That's all I said, I escaped the scene.

Too many things happened and I was already at my limit.

I didn't want to think about it and left the spot anyway.

When I got home, I locked myself in the room without even taking a meal and kept crying.

I thought the whole world was full of malice.

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I stopped attending school for a while after that.

My parents naturally worried, but I could hardly explain my sexual orientation for fear of being distanced like my classmates.

Therefore, the bullying (I don't know if I can say), which is the reason for not attending school, could not be communicated to my parents either.

I revealed myself to my parents when a month was about to come after I left school.

"Yes..."

Listening to me, my mother seemed surprised at first, but in an instant she rebuilt herself and hugged me.

"A hundred percent may not understand you. But we're always on your side."

I will never forget my mother's words at this time.

Without those words, I probably couldn't get back on my feet.

His father looked silent and difficult, but a few days later, he took me to a meeting of homosexual parties.

I was so glad to know that my father was trying so hard to understand me.

Thanks to the support of my parents, my non-attendance ended in two months.

I blew up somewhere while I was listening to the same homosexual.

Given that some people worry about homosexuality and can't get back on their feet for the rest of their lives, I was really lucky.

Still, the first love thing will remain a thorn in my mind all the time.