I, Fujioka Chihiro, Don’t Want a Busy Day

“I’m not gay! I’m not!”

“It’s alright you may settle-down. I was just teasing you.”

“Ahem… right…”

I finished buttoning up my shirt and he gave me my sweater back. I assumed we both assumed we’d walk to school together at this point, so I made no comment on him returning to his room.

“Hey.” Makoto broke the short silence. “Speaking of… well you know… those people—”

“Homosexual people?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you say “those people”? Are you projecting?”

“Moving on… Do you notice that Takechi and Sato have been acting sorta… odd lately?”

“Are you suggesting they’re homosexual?” I began putting up my pony-tail.

“Well, no. Sorta? No I’m not. They’ve just ya’ know… Come on, you have to see it!”
“I believe the expression is, takes one to know one.”

“I’m being serious—like you have to admit you notice how they blush at each other and feed each other, right?” As usual Makoto ignored my comment.

“Well, I suppose I’m a year above you so I don’t see them much except for the times they drop by the club to distract you.”

“Okay if that’s the case then you gotta notice how Sato always asks questions and ideas through Takechi. Like when inviting people or going somewhere. It’s only ever okay if Takechi wants to.”

“That’s undeniable now that you mention it.” I carefully folded both side parts of my dress shirt and pushed it down into my slacks—finishing it off by snugly fitting a black leather belt around my waist. I take a seat next to Makoto on my bed and lean back—using my hand to support myself. “And your point is that makes them homosexuals?”

“No—well yes. That combined with everything else and the really awkward atmosphere while eating lunch with them… I just think there’s a chance.”

I quickly checked my Vacheron Constantin Perpetual Ultra Thin, the time read seven-forty five. We’d still make it on time if we left now, which is exactly what I began motioning for us to do.

You know what the point really is? “Haa— Makoto-kun, what really matters with those two, and Yoshika-chan for that matter, is they only serve to distract you from your work. How much time do you spend wrangling Yoshika’s antics or third wheeling Neil Harris and David Burtka? Volume two could’ve been done already.”

“You know Neil Harris?”

“Of course, he’s one of my favorite actors.”

“Oh nice—hey wait! That’s not the point! They are not distractions, they're… they’re…”

“Distractions.” I finished his sentence while holding my front-door open. He just shook his head and stepped through—I followed in tow. “I swear, one of these days I’m going to do something about those three… And Kaoru while I’m at it.”

“What was that last part?” He glanced up at me.

“I wonder if that new girl will regularly show up to the club as well. Did you not hear me? I thought I spoke pretty clearly.”

Makoto again shook his head and probably chalked up his confusion to morning-sleepiness. Hm— Haha— Hahahahaha, silly Makoto.

For my first class I taught physics. It’s not a difficult subject for me but by no means my specialty. As I’m an illustrator, obviously. I quite like Hiratsuka-sensei, so I’ll take over her duties when she needs to catch up on grading or sleep.

Class two, I taught modern Japanese. I was really getting worried this would be a unexpectedly busy day for me looking at how it started, but thankfully class three and on didn’t require me to pay the slightest bit of attention.

Which gives me time to think… Makoto foremost needs to be focused on writing, yet he keeps attracting all these high maintenance procrastinators.

That’s the thing about Makoto I’ve noticed. He always pretends to be steadfast focused on writing and his own goals, but if I, Kaoru, or anyone for that matter needed assistance, he’d rush to their side at the drop of a pen.

It’s a miracle he finished volume one. What’s even more of a miracle is that I agree to illustrate for that damn boy. I wasn’t giving him a hard time when I said I need a model, it’s truly unfortunate Akimoto didn’t agree to take that role…

“Chihi— Chihiro-senpai—“

“Hm? Oh…” I slowly raised my head from my desk. It appears I slept for almost four hours and school was already let out. “Good morning, Eve-kun.”

“I saw you sleeping during lunch period and wanted to wake you up, but I was too nervous to enter a third year classroom with so many people in it.” Eve sat backwards on the desk in front of me and gave a halfhearted smile.

The boy who had woken me was Isshiki Eve—one of the other few blonde students at this school Makoto mentioned in his diary. He’s a nice boy, a second year student as well. However, rather than being an awkward otaku, he’s a “quiet pretty boy” as I’ve heard girls describe him.

The only reason I can tolerate him pestering me is because he’s genuine. Most boys who’ve approached me can’t seem to keep their eyes on my face or not walk behind me. Eve however, can’t take his eyes away from mine.  

The reason I say he’s genuine is that on the first day of his first year, he confessed to me. Eve invited me to the roof and with a flush-red face bowed deeply and asked to be my boyfriend.

Naturally, it was hard to not burst out in laughter, but for his sake, I contained it. “I’m sorry, Isshiki-kun, was it? I can’t agree to this. I am incredibly busy and frankly you are nobody.” I’ll admit I was a bit harsh.

“T-then I’ll just get to know you!”

From that day on, he has gone out of his way to ensure he talks to me. I can appreciate that he made his intentions of dating me clear, and I made mine of being mere acquaintances clear, yet he still talks with me.

“Going to the club again today, senpai?”

I lazily rub my eyes. “Of course. Where else would I go?”

“Would—“ He blurted out before abruptly cutting himself off.

“Would?”

“…”

“…”

His phone suddenly buzzed and he appeared to have gotten a message. He scanned it over and looked up with a smile. “Ah, nevermind. I have to go, some of my friends really need me.”

“Mm, have fun. I suppose I’ll be seeing you tomorrow as usual?”

“Probably.” Eve wore a faint smile as he stood up and quickly gathered his things—leaving the classroom shortly after,

On the topic of distractions—Eve. While admittedly not as problematic as Takechi or Yoshika, he’s still one nonetheless. Which reminds me, what am I going to do with those three?