YuYu Transfer Student: Love Comedy Battlefield with That Guy from Spirit World - Lonely and Something Translucent

After school, the classroom still held the lingering traces of someone's laughter. The ones heading to club, the ones walking home with friends, the ones laughing while messing with their phones. Everyone had their own after-school. Only I was slumped over my desk, motionless. During class, it was still bearable. At least we were all facing the same direction, so I could sort of feel like I blended in. But once school ended, I suddenly turned invisible. "…Hah." My sigh got swallowed up by the desk. Through the classroom window, I could see the cherry tree in the courtyard. A huge tree. The teacher had said something about it being however-many-hundred years old. Now its green leaves were rustling thickly, and a few people were chatting happily underneath. Would it be weird if I were down there with them? I thought that, but then shook my head. Of course it'd be weird. I mean, if someone asked me how many people in this class I'd never spoken a single word to, I probably couldn't even name half. "…This is no good." Another sigh. At times like this, I always remember. A story from elementary school. I had a best friend back then. I don't really want to remember his name, but he was called Takeshi. Takeshi was a little different—he cried easily and wasn't good at sports. So the other kids picked on him a lot. One day, it got worse than usual. Takeshi was surrounded by a group of them. They threw his bag around and tore his textbooks to shreds. I watched it happen. I wanted to go help him. But my legs wouldn't move. I was scared. I thought I'd be next. In the end, I pretended I didn't see anything. The next day, Takeshi didn't come to school. He stayed absent for a long time, and then he transferred. Ever since then. Whenever I see someone in trouble, my body moves before my brain can think. Gains and losses, fear—all of that comes later. Before I know it, I'm already running. "…There's a limit to being a goody-two-shoes, you know." I muttered quietly and lifted my head. The classroom was already empty. Outside the window, the cherry tree sparkled in the evening light. —Oh. I looked inside my desk and remembered. I forgot my math notebook. Next to an empty classroom on the third floor of the main building, there's a storage area for remedial study materials. Last week, the teacher had me help carry textbooks, and I ended up leaving it there. "…Guess I'll go." I stood up and stretched. The hallway was silent. I crossed the connecting corridor to the main building. The sun was starting to set, and orange light streamed through the windows. Up the stairs to the third floor. This area was especially deserted. The music room, the art room, and unused classrooms lined the hall—a place no one came to after school unless they had a reason. At the end of the hallway. It was when I passed by the empty classroom. —What? A pale, bluish light was leaking through the gap in the door. That wasn't all. There was some kind of sound, too. I strained my ears. A faint vibration traveled through the air. Like a crying voice. But not human. More like the buzz of insect wings, pitched lower. "…Just my imagination." But my feet stopped. A part of my brain was telling me to quit. You're just here to get your notebook, right? This has nothing to do with you. —But. "…Just a little." I made an excuse to myself and reached for the doorknob. With a creak, the door opened. Inside, it was dim. Curtains covered the windows, blocking out almost all the outside light. Old desks and chairs were stacked on the floor, and it smelled like dust. And in the corner of the room. "Eh." The sound escaped before I could stop it. —What is that? A semi-transparent sphere, about the size of a basketball. Its surface wobbled, like jelly. Short limbs sprouted from it, trembling faintly. "…A slime?" My voice came out stupid. Yeah. The kind of starter trash mob you see in games. It looked exactly like that. But something was different. It seemed… lonely. Shivering, it made little kyuu, kyuu sounds. Like it was crying. "…You okay?" There I went again. My legs moved before my brain could think. I slowly approached. The floor creaked underfoot. When I got within about two meters— —A chill. Something felt strange in my chest. It turned toward me. I couldn't really tell if it had eyes, but somehow, I felt like I was being watched. The next instant. "Whoa!" It suddenly got bigger. Its body, which had been about thirty centimeters, swelled to over a meter in an instant. The wobbling of its surface intensified, and its semi-transparent body turned a murky white. What had been limbs stretched out with a slick, slithering motion. They turned into something like tentacles and came straight at me. "C-crap!" I had to run. I knew that, but my legs wouldn't move. —Again. Deep in my mind, an old scene flashed back. Takeshi surrounded. Textbooks torn to pieces. His bag thrown. I just watched. I ran away. Back then, and now. "…Move." My voice shook. A tentacle coiled around my leg. Cold. Slimy. The strength behind it was too much—I couldn't stay standing. "I said move…!" I collapsed to the floor. I could see the ceiling. Cracked panels and a dust-covered fluorescent light. —Are you going to run away again? The thing in front of me kept swelling. It was already as tall as a person now. In the corner of the room, making those kyuu kyuu sounds, it was trying to swallow me. At that moment. —Beep. I thought I heard a sound. My right index finger was hot. "…Eh." The tip of my finger was glowing gold. Blinding. I could barely keep my eyes open. The next instant. —BANG!! A bullet of light shot from my fingertip. Straight through the thing. "————" A scream. Or maybe not—just a tiny shriek. And then, the thing. With a pop. Turned into particles of light and vanished. For a while, I couldn't move. Still sitting on the floor, I stared at my right hand. At the tip of my index finger, tiny grains of light still lingered. Like fireflies, they floated softly, then faded away. "…What was that just now?" My voice was shaking. It was my own hand, but it didn't feel like mine. My fingertip was still hot. Tingling. "Did I… do that?" That light. It shot out of my finger and erased that thing. I had no idea what was going on. I wished it were a dream. But the heat in my finger was real. How long did it take before I finally stood up? My legs were still unsteady. Leaning against the wall, I somehow made it out into the hallway. In the end, I never got my notebook. When I stepped outside the school building, the sky was dyed orange. The evening breeze was a little cold. Walking along the edge of the schoolyard, my head was a mess. What was that thing? Why did my finger glow? Was that really real? —No, it was real. My finger was still a little hot. "…Hah." Another sigh. I'd lost count of how many times I'd sighed today. Without thinking, I looked up at the sky. No real reason. —But. "…What the hell is that?" The words came out on their own. Above the school. Way higher than the rooftop. Silhouetted against the sunset sky, it was floating there. —An eyeball. About three meters in diameter. Just huge. It looked exactly like a human eye blown up to massive proportions, its amber iris slowly moving. The pupil contracted and dilated. And it was looking at me. Watching me. No doubt about it. That eyeball was watching me—observing my every move, like— "H-hey…" I called out to it, but of course, there was no answer. It just floated there silently. I ran. I just ran. Through the school gate, toward the station. When I looked back. The eyeball was still there. And I could see it slowly following above my head. "What the hell…!" Out of breath, I kept running anyway. I made it to my apartment, raced up the stairs, and burst into my room. Locked the door. Closed the curtains. Slumped down in the entryway, I couldn't move for a while. Outside the window, it was already dark. I couldn't see that eyeball anymore, but still— —I feel like I'm being watched. The whole time. It's out there somewhere. Watching me. I don't know why. Everything was a mystery. My glowing finger. That slime-like thing. The eyeball floating in the sky. "…If this is a dream, just let me wake up already." I muttered quietly and hugged my knees. —But it wasn't a dream. The heat in my finger still lingered. And I could still feel that eyeball's gaze, right now, fixed on me. Tomorrow, when I go to school… Will something have changed? Or will another day start the same way, like I'm invisible? I didn't know. But there was a restless feeling deep in my chest. And one thing I was sure of—I had a clear premonition that something troublesome was about to begin.

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