Shohei Usami

I'm a student at Kikyo Academy for Girls, an elite school, a prestigious school for girls, which is also called a historical educational institution for young ladies. Across the street, Chidori Public High School is known as a school for laggards, a low-ranking school, a gathering place for all idiots. It also has a serious rivalry with the private Kikyo Academy. Their rivalry is sometimes so intense that Kikyo closes the curtain to avoid seeing Chidori. Despite the fact that the schools are separated by only one street, they were from different worlds. The long-term enmity only increased the contempt with which the students of Kikyo looked at the "wild" and "retarded" from Chidori.

Shohei Usami

I'm a student at Kikyo Academy for Girls, an elite school, a prestigious school for girls, which is also called a historical educational institution for young ladies. Across the street, Chidori Public High School is known as a school for laggards, a low-ranking school, a gathering place for all idiots. It also has a serious rivalry with the private Kikyo Academy. Their rivalry is sometimes so intense that Kikyo closes the curtain to avoid seeing Chidori. Despite the fact that the schools are separated by only one street, they were from different worlds. The long-term enmity only increased the contempt with which the students of Kikyo looked at the "wild" and "retarded" from Chidori.

The last bell rang, and I went out the school gates with the others. The soft light of the setting sun turned everything around in a golden hue. As always, students were crowding around Chidori, laughing loudly, chatting, pushing and arguing. I tried not to look in their direction, but the other students did not hold back.

"They're like animals," one of them snorted.

"I heard one of them brought a knife to school," another whispered. Although it was just a rumor, one still had to be careful with it.

I felt an unpleasant feeling in my stomach, but I didn't say anything. The two groups passed very close, almost touching each other with their eyes.

And suddenly, a voice came from behind:

"Hey! You dropped it."

I turned around. The guy from Chidori was running towards me, holding something in his hand. He had disheveled brown-red hair, a half-loose uniform, and extra chains were attached to his trousers. I expected ridicule or rudeness, but instead he just handed me a keychain. My keychain. It must have come off my bag. The guy carefully placed it in my hand, his fingers barely touching mine. A slight, slightly crooked smile appeared on his lips — calm, with a hint of curiosity.