Sunday, March 20, 2016

Yahari Ore no Seishun Rabukome wa Machigatte Iru Volume 06.5

Volume 6.5, Chapter 1

Once again, Hiratsuka Shizuka issues a new order.

The end of the Cultural Festival marked the transition further into fall.

The sky lay bare high overhead and the winds that caressed your cheeks became cooler.

The hallway leading to the special building was empty of people. It was bitingly cold and I refitted my blazer. Only the sounds of my footsteps resounded in the quietness.

At our school, fall was a busily, elapsing season.

Following the Cultural Festival was the Sports Festival and then the field trip.

As second years in high school, our fall schedule in particular was filled to the brim. Those three events likely comprised the biggest period of our youth.

Perhaps that’s why every class and year—the entire student body—felt facetious.

High school students were already seen as facetious individuals. And given the season now, their excitement had gotten even more intense. The Cultural Festival was where everyone had united (them ‘n not me), the Sports Festival was where allies and enemies intermingled (them ‘n not me), and the field trip was where close friends would congregate (them ‘n not me), whereby filling another page of their radiant youth. The way I’d keep saying “them ‘n not me” reminded of a certain white and black ice cream. I bet turning it into a milkshake would be pretty good, too.

I arrived in front of the clubroom, though not exactly lured in by the smell of confection, but upon opening the door, I was met with a sweet aroma.

“Oh, Hikki, yahallo!”

My entry was greeted with an energetic lift of a hand along with the light shaking hair styled in a bun.

It was Yuigahama Yui. We were classmates as well as members in this Service Club. She sported an appearance like that of any normal high school girl. Normally, she’d be the type that wouldn’t talk to me so casually like that, but before I even noticed, she had made herself at home in this club. Her behavior resembled that of a puppy or even a tanuki.

Laid out before her on the desk in front was an assortment of snacks. Apparently, she was in the middle of tea time after school.

Steam floated out of her mug cup. The neighboring plain tea cup was about to filled as well.

The individual holding up the teapot combed her long, glossy black hair upwards with her slender fingers. Her prim profile bore a semblance with white porcelain, faintly tinged by the scarlet of the declining sun like the color of the tea she had poured.

I wasn’t very knowledgeable in etiquette, but she, Yukinoshita Yukino, had conducted herself so well that if someone told me she belonged to a family of aristocrats, I wouldn’t hesitate to believe it.

After finishing preparing the tea, she gracefully took her seat.

“Well then, let’s dig in,” she said.

Yuigahama clapped her hands together. “Thank you for the food.”


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