Chapter 3 – Flow from sweets

The weekend was over in the blink of an eye, and the hectic work week resumed.

The practical training will start this week, and my college studies will begin in earnest.

Many people believe that college students have leisure or are always playing, but once practical training begins, they are quite busy.

Well, whatever the story is, she’s back today, next to me.

After a week of attending lectures with her, I could gradually keep up with her enthusiasm.

“Today’s kappa again!”

“It’s not a kappa, so say nothing like that.”

“Another day, another messy handwriting.”

“I’m the only one who can read it.”

As we sat through the lectures, we talked about such things.

Did you know that college professors may teach in several ways?

Most people picture a college lecture as something that is summarised in a PowerPoint presentation and taught using slides.

However, this is just for those in their 50s who can use a computer to some degree, and for older people, there are still lectures where they write this and that on the blackboard like they did in high school…

It was really terrible for me. Why was that the case?

Only those who write on the blackboard have smudged handwriting. I know it’s not my place to say this, but if you’re going to write for other people to read, write in a more legible way.

The rest of the time, I pondered why they wrote in such little characters or at the corner of such a huge blackboard. And erasing it is deadly quick.

As a bocchi with terrible eyesight, I can’t see and sometimes can’t write at times like these.

Then you’re meant to sit at the front, which is difficult to do.

And I was now suffering with it.

“Hey, what’s written there…?”

I use contacts, but to see in the far back of a huge classroom, you need to have pretty good eyesight. I believe you need at least 1.5 eyesight to see it.

“I-I can’t see…”

If I had a person sitting next to me who was listening to the lecture, I could simply ask him what he was writing or look at what he was writing to double-check…

“Yes, I copied what was written on the blackboard, so here it is. You can copy them.”

She showed me a well-written text all the way from next door.

“T-thanks…”

I asked her to show me the text, and I immediately copied it.

Thanks to her tact, I could get through the tiniest smidgeon of the lecture.

“Phew, one lecture is over.”

“Ah…”

I stood up from my seat as I answered her words.

“Hmm? Going somewhere?”

“I had the rest of the day, so I will go to the shop and grab some lunch.”

“Ah, yes. I’ll keep an eye on your stuff for you, so go ahead.”

“Please.”

I exited the classroom and made my way to the refreshment counter.

“It’s almost become second nature for me to be with her now…”

That isn’t all. Even if it’s her fault, she’s helped me a lot by pointing out things I’d overlooked or showing me things I couldn’t see, such as today.

As I walked into the store, I noticed a large crowd gathered to shop during the brief break.

I looked at the products on the shelves and picked what I wanted.

I grabbed my food and drink and proceeded to the register. But…

“…”

The line at the checkout register was unusually lengthy, and I paused for a moment to consider what I saw on the shelves at the far end of the line.

Then I grabbed it up and brought it to the register with me.

“Welcome back~~~”

“Yes.”

The concession stand was packed, and as soon as I returned, the bell rang to start the lecture, and the lecture resumed as normal.

The lecture that was going to start is a little sloppy. So I took something from the plastic bag I had just bought.

“Here.”

“What is it? Chocolate…?”

“This… Why don’t you grab a bite with me?”

I picked up a chocolate candy before handing the item to the cashier. I figured I could offer her something she could eat to help me with whatever it was.

“Is it okay?”

“It’s alright. I bought it for you. I will not buy this stuff for myself.”

“I see. Then, I’ll take it without reservation.”

By the way, the professor is really casual and lets us eat snacks and drink water as long as we don’t make any noise.

If you eat in front of a teacher who doesn’t allow it, he will grow furious in front of hundreds of other students, so be careful.

“Thank you.”

“It’s okay.”

Then, I took a small sip from a plastic bottle of soft drink.

“Phew.”

“Mm… Give me some of it as well.”

“Eh? O-okay. Here.”

I was suddenly told that, and I just handed her the plastic bottle.

She grabbed it, and without hesitation, she sipped and drank right from the bottle I had sipped and drank from.

“Ah…!”

“Mm, thanks.”

This girl doesn’t care at all about indirect kissing… Is she?

I took her plastic bottle and gazed at it, agonizing at the prospect of indirect kissing.

I didn’t drink it for a time after that, although sweets sometimes make you thirsty.

It bothered me, but I didn’t want to be accosted during a lecture because I was acting strangely. I simply have to take everything in stride for the time being. I’m furious, yet she’s gorgeous, and I’m done with her!

At last, I sipped and drank from the bottle.

I’m not sure what it is; it’s a soft drink, but I can’t taste it; is it because she ate a sweet snack?

“Did you ever think about indirect kissing?”

“!”

She whispers nastily in my ear.

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“I’ve been struggling with this for a long time. But I broke it. That’s how much you’re willing to accept me?”

“S-shut up…”

I couldn’t say anything in return. That, I believe, contributed to the momentum.

Needless to say, I regretted my decision to be nice to her again at that moment.