This Japanese Slice-of-Life Isn't Lame 12 What The Hell

Old toilet in Kyokuboku High School's library…

"Stop hitting! I beg you. Please stop. I'll die if you continue!"

"I have money. I haven't spent my New Year's money and the money from my part-time job. I can give all of it to you, all of it. Just stop hitting me!"

"Kitagawa, I'm wrong. Really wrong. Please stop. Stop hitting."

Kitagawa Tera beat all three until they had b.l.o.o.d.y noses, swollen faces, and blood at the side of their mouths. They looked extremely miserable.

They originally wanted to 'take care' of Kitagawa Tera, according to the usual practice. Never in their wildest dreams did they expect Kitagawa Tera to trash them instead.

Is this still the Kitagawa Tera who keeps quiet and endures it when these things happen?

"…" Kitagawa Tera.

Kitagawa Tera stopped. He did not want to bother too much with these high school students.

After all, violence could not solve problems. But even though violence could not solve problems, it could solve the people causing the problems.

"I asked you at the start. If I had offended you guys, I could apologize. But you started without saying anything…" Kitagawa Tera's ice-cold voice swept over the three people lying on the ground.

Immense pain came from their mouths, but they truly could not air their complaints.

As Kitagawa Tera said, he was very cooperative at first, and they brought him to the toilet smoothly. Then they began to give Kitagawa Tera some 'hands-on education,' and it was not long before they were taught a lesson with a pummeling in return.

Is this person speaking really Kitagawa Tera? Is it possible that Kitagawa Tera has a twin?

The three lying on the ground were frantically looking at each other.

At this time, the devil's voice came again. "I have questions for you three. You'd better answer me honestly, or else I'll beat you every time I see you."

The three of them nodded while trembling. Seeing the seriousness on Kitagawa Tera's face, they showed smiles that made them even uglier than when they were crying.

"Go… ahead… ask."

"There are rumors that I stole underwear. Is this true?"

Huh?Kitagawa Tera is actually asking about this?

A strange expression appeared on an unsightly face. Noticing that Kitagawa Tera was staring at him silently, he swallowed his saliva. "It was Hos.h.i.+no… Hos.h.i.+no's group did it. It had nothing to do with us. They were the ones who framed you. Regarding the details, you're the one involved, so you should be very clear on them."

Kitagawa Tera remained silent for a bit. "Apart from you guys, there's another group of troublemakers finding fault with me?"

"… Not troublemakers…" The one talking was bewildered. Why does Kitagawa Tera sound like he's asking about someone else?

But to avoid being beaten again, he organized his words and stammered, "Actually, Hos.h.i.+no has always been dating Shosuke-senpai from the basketball team. It's just that they hadn't announced their relations.h.i.+p. Coincidentally, Kitagawa, you came across it. Hos.h.i.+no then blamed everything on you. Because of this, Shosuke-senpai… grasped you… After that, he even won the t.i.tle of 'perfect boyfriend' of the second year."

This meant that all the wrongs were being shouldered by the original to set up a role model of the school.

"So that's what happened."

Kitagawa Tera sighed a bit and walked out of the toilet, ignoring the people lying on the ground.

Now that he had finally got to the bottom of the underwear incident, Kitagawa Tera had the confidence to deal with these malicious bullies…

Even if the original had done it, Kitagawa Tera did not intend to shoulder the blame for him.

Stealing someone else's underwear was truly disgusting, but what those bullies did was equally disgraceful.

Not to mention, the original had not even touched the underwear and was bullied so badly.

It was an epic loss.

Judging from what happened in school, it was no surprise that the original was recalcitrant and irritable.

…

After re-entering the cla.s.sroom, most of the students had arrived.

The moment Kitagawa Tera returned to his seat, the atmosphere in the cla.s.sroom immediately changed.

People were talking and pointing at him. Some were whispering near him, letting out some mocking laughter occasionally.

It seemed like the situation was not as simple as what those troublemakers said.

He was completely isolated.

But honestly, Kitagawa Tera was actually quite pleased with the current situation.

Without friends, he would not have to worry about someone discovering any flaws. And similarly, he would not have to spend effort interacting with this group of high school students still in the stage of enlightenment.

To Kitagawa Tera, this was undoubtedly a cause for celebration.

Just as he was thinking about it, a voice came from the side. "Kitagawsan, winter homework. Mizuki-san collected homework just now, but she seems to have forgotten yours."

"Thank you for the reminder." Kitagawa Tera expressed his grat.i.tude as he took his winter homework out of his schoolbag.

Sitting next to Kitagawa Tera was a small, pale girl with slightly overgrown bangs.

She did not expect that the usually silent and gloomy deskmate next to her would actually thank her. She was stunned and quickly turned her head. "… N-no problem."

She moved fast, seeming afraid that others would see her small action.

Kitagawa Tera did not mind. He only took his homework out, stood up, and prepared to go to the staff office to submit it.

As for that Mizuki who forgot to collect his homework, everyone knew it was bulls.h.i.+t.

It was merely another way of bullying Kitagawa Tera.

As Kitagawa Tera stood up, a voice dripping with venom came. "Kitagawsan, it's morning a.s.sembly in a while. You'll disturb others if you go out now."

It was a short-haired girl. She was staring fiercely at the girl who just reminded Kitagawa Tera, and just as she was about to continue scorning contemptuously…

Bang!!!!!

The short-haired girl stared in shock at what stood before her desk.

It was a podium that was 1.5 meters in length and width.

It would not be merely a simple bruise if she were hit by this thing.

She pushed back her chair with difficulty, and her face suddenly changed.

"You should be Mizuki-san." Kitagawa Tera's voice came.

At this moment, Mizuki Yui, who was leaning back, regained her senses to a horrifying scene.

She only saw this podium being held by Kitagawa Tera steadily right in front of her face.

What would the consequences be if this thing had hit her?

What if Kitagawa Tera's hands had trembled…?

Whatever the outcome, it would not be a simple injury like a swollen wound or a red lump.

As all of Cla.s.s 1-1 were gulping in horror, Kamiya Mirai, who had just arrived at the door, saw this scene.

Seeing Kitagawa Tera lifting it seemingly casually, Kamiya Mirai blinked in disbelief.

She subconsciously covered her mouth and gasped in shock. "What the h.e.l.l…"