Chương 5: Goto Hitori

(Can't see me, can't see me!)

Hitori wanted to cry but didn't cry. How could she meet the great person in class: Nanaba Nagi here.

(He wouldn't think my presence here would affect his mood, would he?...)

(Ehhh, why is he coming towards me? Does he want to slap me twice and then scold me harshly for stepping into his territory?)

(Ah, sorry for being here on the weekend like a worm...)

Nagi slowed his pace as he saw her expression gradually worsen.

Cold sweat drenched her face. What's wrong with this girl?

He just wanted to sit on the swing.

"Excuse me, can I help you?"

Hitori didn't respond to Nagi's words but froze.

(Forget it, this might be performance art, I didn't expect this trend to spread here.)

Nagi also pretended that Hitori wasn't there, sitting on the swing next to her, taking out the Love Metronome and starting to read.

(Well, does Nanaba-san allow me to stay here?)

(I'm very hungry, very tired, and I really want to go home, but Nanaba-san won't let me move...)

(Why is Nanaba-san looking over here, ah, it would be nice if I could stay quiet like a lazy person.)

The rhythmic trembling of the girl next to him caused Nagi's attention to shift from the novel to her, perhaps she noticed his gaze, and her movements stopped, even her breath.

(This is too diligent! Are you planning to devote your life to performance art?)

Nagi couldn't hold it any longer, so he swung her on the swing again and asked again with the same sentence.

"Excuse me... Do you need my help?"

"Nanaba-san, thank you for your help..."

"Do you know me?" Nagi was slightly surprised, why didn't he remember this young and beautiful girl.

"I'm sorry, Nanaba-san, you must feel disgusted because a worm like me would admire you..."

"Worm? Then I command you to answer me, who are you and where do you come from? How do you know about me?" Nagi pretended to be grand.

"Nanaba-sama, my name is Goto Hitori, and I'm your classmate. I'm sorry for attracting the attention of a strange woman like me..." Hitori shivered.

Really, he has no impression at all, and she didn't show up during the self-introduction session in class? She's clearly a serious and handsome girl.

The reason why Nagi didn't have an impression of Hitori was because at the beginning of the new semester, Hitori was afraid to leave the house, and they didn't cross paths.

Otherwise, he might have invited her to his band.

No, it's better they didn't meet then, besides, it would be weird if anyone thought the band they joined for the first time disbanded within a week.

Hitori is a beautiful girl with long straight pink hair, she wears very beautiful hair accessories at the ends of her hair, and her bangs cover half of her eyes, making her look a little shy and mysterious.

Her sky-blue eyes are like clear lake water, showing her purity and kindness.

The combination of her pink sports attire and skirt today makes her look even softer and cuter.

In front of Nagi, she seems a little shy and closed off, making him want to get close to her and understand her inner world.

Nagi started to comfort her. "Goto-san, please don't use honorifics for me. I'm not worthy of you calling me -sama."

Hitori didn't speak, but bowed her head and counted the number of ants on the ground.

Nagi spoke to her again, "It's lunchtime, Goto-san, want some cream cake?"

"Thank you, I don't need..."

*JIIII*

Even though she didn't need to, her gaze betrayed her.

Nagi pretended. "Goto-san, I made it myself. Other students said they couldn't bear to eat it, are you the same? I'm so sad, I'll cry~"

"I'm sorry, please give me a piece!"

After taking the cream cake, Hitori mentally prepared herself, closed her eyes, and put it into her mouth trembling.

So delicious!

Nagi handed her the rest of the cream cake and Hitori ate it quickly, then she tapped her chest with her small hand as she held back.

"Drink Oolong tea."

"That's very helpful!...? Is this Nanaba-san's cup?!"

"Don't worry, I washed it before leaving and I haven't drunk from this cup today."

"No, no, I'll take it home, wash it, disinfect it, and return it to you!" Hitori said while waving her hand and making the sign of the cross in front of her.

She didn't hate Nagi's thoughtfulness, she felt guilty for dirtying his water glass.

"You don't need to do this. I can take it back and wash it myself. Goto-san, I see there's a callus on your finger, it's a guitar practice mark. I believe your skills must be very good."

(Finally, someone pays attention to me because of my music. This person is Nanaba-san. My dream of learning guitar is coming true!)

(That doesn't disappoint the six hours of guitar practice every day for the past few years!)

She thought so in her heart, but she didn't say what she meant, "This is a scar I got when I was practicing Kung Fu... Yes, I'm practicing Kung Fu."

Hitori's falsehood looked very funny in Nagi's eyes, so he changed the subject again.

"Sure, can you listen to my performance next Monday? Please, Goto-san, this is a lifelong request."

Halfway through, seeing Hitori tend to refuse, Nagi added medicine in a large dose.

"Okay, 6д9..."

(Hahahaha...)

Nagi understands Fujiwara-sensei's bad taste.

Facing the obedient Hitori, even if he asked her to bring him lunch every day, she would agree with tears streaming down her face.

However, Nagi also wanted to correct her deviant personality.

Like the classmates he treated before, he now plans to teach Hitori.

Combined with the past, this personality improvement process will be very interesting.

"Add me to your contacts so we can contact each other later."

Hitori quickly took out her phone, bowed her head, and raised her phone high.

Nagi couldn't help but smile when he saw this. He took the phone and added his channel and handed it back to her.

"Okay, Goto-san, after you accept my request, we'll be friends. I'll go back now. Please remember not to rush home from school next Monday."

Seeing Nagi's smile like the sun, Hitori felt like a sunflower, attracted by the warmth of the sun, but she didn't dare to approach so as not to be hurt by the scorching heat.

This feeling persisted until Nagi disappeared from her sight.

Hitori felt a little disappointed, like a sunflower losing the sun and starting to wither.

She sighed silently, turned around, and walked towards her house, pretending to be sick and asking for permission the day after tomorrow.