Chapter 3: No laundry together! Especially for men

TL: I made a mistake this is supposed to be chapter 2 but for now I will call it chapter 3. And double chapters since this chapter is short

I’m in high school today. A lot happened in junior high school, and I don’t think anything of it, but my family is uncomfortable with it, so I tried to live alone, but they wouldn’t give me permission.

My sister in particular has been very much against it. Am I really that untrustworthy? I can still do a whole lot of housework. My parents were both busy when I was being falsely accused of molestation, and my sister was rebellious and did a lot of the housework herself.

“Please don’t wash my clothes with brother’s laundry!” I was shocked when I heard this. I heard that fathers in the world are often told this by their adolescent daughters, but I never thought I would understand how a father feels when I was a teenager…. Incidentally, my father was told this when my younger sister was in elementary school.

I walked into the classroom and sat down to check my seat. By the way, I was in the very back of the hallway. Then a boy sitting in front of me started talking to me.

“You seem to be thinking about something, what’s wrong?”

“I was thinking about the fathers of the world.”

Haa? I observed the male student with a question mark on his face. He looks fresh and popular. Go explode.

“You’re a funny guy, thinking about the fathers of the world instead of your future student life on the day of the entrance ceremony!”

I don’t know what it is, but a giggling male student holds out his hand to me.

“I’m Akira Saijo. Nice to meet you.

“I’m Renya Tsukiyomi. Nice to meet you.”

When I returned to him while holding his hand, Saijo asked me something that surprised me.

“Did you play soccer, by any chance, Renya?”

“You are already calling me first name. That’s fine. I used to play soccer. I quit in the second grade. Do you know me?”

“Well, yeah. Anybody around here who played soccer knows about it.”

I was a good soccer player, if I do say so myself. When I was in the eighth grade, I was the leader of my team and led them to the national championship. But that was a long time ago.

“Are you going to play soccer in high school too? Then let’s aim for the national team together!”

“Sorry, but I don’t want to play soccer anymore. You should go for it with your other teammates.”

“Why not? Are you injured or…”

“Renya!”

There’s a girl with a ponytail who approached me where Saijo and I were talking. This is Ruri Fujibayashi, one of my childhood friends.

“I just heard soccer. Are you going to play soccer again? Then I’ll be the manager, so you can join me…”

“No, I’m not playing soccer. I’m not going to join any club activities.”

I interrupted Fujibayashi, who was ranting about something, and said.

“Why not! You were such a good soccer player and you were so passionate about it!”

“That was a long time ago. Now I have no motivation whatsoever.”

Fujibayashi looked as if she wanted to say something, but I continued.

“I don’t have much free time when I’m doing club activities. I have less time to read.”

My hobby now is reading. When I was isolated in junior high school, I looked for something that I could enjoy alone, and that’s what I found. Now, I spend most of my free time reading.

”Hey, there, don’t be a wreck on the day of the entrance ceremony, take a seat.”

Fujibayashi was about to say something, but was interrupted by the teacher who entered the classroom and went back to her seat.

As she listened to her homeroom teacher talk and introduce herself, she thought about her plans for the day. It looks like I’ll be able to go home early without classes today, so I’ll stop by the bookstore to buy a new book and find a coffee shop to read at. It’s a literary boy thing to do. I leave the classroom as soon as homeroom is over. It’s a good thing I’m seated at the back of the hallway so I can leave the classroom quickly.