ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕖
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Name: Kirishima Harumi
Age: 15 years old
Height: 1.76 cm
Likes: Quiet places, reading, animals, plants, painting, playing the piano, cooking, singing, etc.
Dislikes: Hypocritical and deceitful people, perverts, animal abuse.
Note: I will increase Ayanokouji's height to 1.87 cm.
HARUMI'S POV:
Now I'm sitting in the limousine not far from the bus stop.
"The bus is arriving, I'll get off," I told my driver.
"Ojou-sama, are you sure you don't want us to take you?" one of the security guards asked.
"No, I'm fine. I don't want to attract too much attention," I gently shook my head.
"We'll be worried, Ojo-sama," the driver said.
"I'll be fine. But thank you, I'll miss you all for the next 3 years," I said gently as I bid them farewell, although I am a bit reluctant, but I had to do this after all.
Not far away, I could still see the limousine, I sighed.
I don't know what my family arranged for me, but they immediately let me come to this school.
It didn't take long for the bus to arrive.
AYANOKOUJI'S POV - MONOLOGUE
The structure of Japanese society.
It's a little sudden, but listen seriously to the question I'm about to ask and think carefully about your answer.
Question: Are people equal or not?
These days, all society likes to talk about is equality. People are asking for men and women to be treated equally and calling for society to get rid of inequality. They demand high employment rates for women, personal cars for everyone, and even criticize the order of name registration. People even advocate for equality for people with disabilities, and now the public is encouraged to stop using the term "people with disabilities." Children are being taught that everyone is equal.
Is this really true? I wondered.
Men and women have different roles if they have different abilities. People with disabilities are still disabled, no matter what term they use to call people with disabilities. None of this matters if nobody pays attention to it.
In other words, the answer is no.
People are unequal beings; there are no truly "equal" people.
A great man once said that God did not make anyone above or below others. But that doesn't mean everyone is equal. Do you know the passage doesn't end there? The rest goes like this. Everyone is equal at birth, but then I asked, why are there differences in people's jobs and status?
That was written in the second half of the passage. It's a difference because one struggled with academics or didn't try hard enough?
That creates a difference. That's the famous "scholarship studies." Those teachings have not changed at all, even in the modern days of 2015. However, the situation is more complex and becoming more serious.
Anyway, people are beings capable of thinking. I don't think it's right to say that people should only live using instincts because things are not fair.
In other words, the word "equality" is full of lies and falsehoods, but inequality is also unacceptable. I was trying to find a new answer to the eternal problem that human beings face.
Hey you, the one holding this book and reading.
Have you ever thought about the future?
Have you ever imagined what it means to go to high school, to go to college?
Have you never felt that it was vague that one day, somehow, you would find a job and get a job?
I felt that way.
When I finished compulsory education and entered high school, I didn't notice anything.
I just felt joy at being released from my "duty."
I didn't realize that at that moment, my life and my future were gradually being impacted.
I didn't even understand what it meant to study Japanese and math at school.
Ayanokouji's POV
I was sitting on the bus, looking out the window when the bus stopped.
After 3 years, I won't be able to enjoy the view anymore. I thought.
After all, the old man gave me 3 years of freedom. To achieve my ultimate freedom, I have to go from class D to class A.
There was a commotion on the bus, and people were whispering, so I couldn't help but look at what everyone was talking about.
I looked to my left and could understand the reason for the commotion. It was because a girl had just entered and was looking around until she saw an available seat next to me.
She had beautiful long black hair falling like a cascade, skin as white as snow that would make all women envy, lips the color of bright cherries, a delicate nose, refined eyebrows, but a bit cold, her eyes are beautiful phoenix eyes giving a bit of sensuality, at the corner of her eye, she had a small mole, also having captivating green-emerald and transparent eyes like the most beautiful and flawless emerald, they were really beautiful.
God, when he sculpted her, he must have given the most beautiful details, as he will never be able to find someone like her, for besides her appearance, she had an aura of superiority, but she was elegant and kind, with a bit of arrogance that comes from her bones. Similar to the cold and distant Kaguya, but gentle. She seemed to have come out of an oil painting, and the only thing missing was the landscape; for a moment, it seemed that time had stopped.
She walked toward me elegantly, as if she were walking on a runway. Everyone couldn't help but look towards her direction.
I noticed that she was wearing the same school uniform as mine.
Certainly, an oujou-sama, I thought absentmindedly.
"Excuse me... can I sit here?" The girl asked politely. It seemed to be her first time riding a bus. Her voice was like the end of winter, giving way to spring, very cool.
I said, "Of course."
She looked at me before giving a small smile and sitting next to me.
She smiled very well - I thought.
As soon as she sat down, I looked back out the window and enjoyed the view. I realized that I should probably start a conversation because it was about to start when a discussion between a blond guy and a lady erupted. It seems that the blond guy is refusing to give up his seat.
"Don't you think you should give up your seat?"
A young, well-built blond man was sitting in the priority seat. I mean, high school student. The old lady was standing next to him. An office lady was next to the old lady.
"You there, don't you see the old lady having trouble?"
The office lady seemed to want him to give up the priority seat to the old lady.
In the silent bus, his voice became louder and drew the attention of other people on the bus.
"That's a crazy question, lady."
The boy might have been angry, ignorant, or maybe brutally honest, but he just smiled and crossed his legs again.
"Why should I give up this seat for an old lady? There is absolutely no reason for me to give it up."
"Isn't it natural to give up the priority seat for the elderly?"
"I don't understand. The priority seats are just
priority seats, and there is no legal obligation for me to move. The decision to move or not should be decided by me, who is currently sitting in this seat. Are you going to give up your seat because I'm a young person? Hahaha, that's a stupid way of thinking."
It's a way of speaking that you wouldn't expect from a high school student. His hair was dyed blonde, and he had some unexpected traits for a high school student.
"I am a healthy young man. Surely, I don't think standing would bother me. However, it's obvious that standing will consume more physical strength than sitting. I don't want to do such a useless thing. Or maybe, are you telling me to be more lively and energetic?"
"What, what kind of attitude is that toward your elders!?"
"Elder? It's obvious that both you and the old lady have lived longer than me. There's no doubt about that. However, does that 'elder' refer to height? Also, I have a problem with you. Even if there is an age difference, isn't it terribly rude and impudent attitude?"
Wha...! You're a high school student!? Honestly, just listen to what adults say!"
"It's fine, it's fine..."
The office lady was irritated, but the old lady didn't want to worsen the situation. She tried to calm her down with hand gestures, but the office lady continued to insult the high school student and seemed like she was about to get angry.
"Apparently, the older woman seems to have better hearing than you. Oh dear, I guess Japanese society is not completely useless yet. Enjoy the rest of your life to your heart's content."
After showing an unnecessarily refreshing smile, he put on his earphones and started listening to loud music. The office lady who spoke was grinding her teeth in annoyance.
His arrogant attitude annoyed her when she tried to argue with him.
Personally, I didn't get involved because I agreed, at least in part, with the boy.
Once the moral issue was resolved, the obligation to give up a seat disappears.
"Sorry..."
The office lady tried to hold back tears as she apologized to the old lady.
A small incident happened on the bus. I was relieved that I wasn't involved in the situation. I don't care about things like giving up my seat for the elderly or stubbornly refusing to leave my seat.
The commotion ended with the boy who won with his big ego. At least, everyone thought it was over.
"Hmm... I also think the lady is right."
An unexpected friendly hand was extended. The owner of the voice seemed to be on the office lady's side and boldly spoke her opinion to the boy. She was wearing the same school uniform as mine.
I looked in her direction and saw a girl wearing the same school uniform.
"Grandma, it seems like it's been hot for a while. Won't you give up your seat? It may not be your business, but I think it will contribute to society."
With a "snap," the boy snapped his fingers.
"Social contribution? I see, that's an interesting way to put it. Giving seats to the elderly might be a form of contributing to society. Unfortunately, I'm not interested in contributing to society. I only think about my own satisfaction. Oh, and also. In this crowded bus, you're asking me, who is sitting in the priority seat, to give up my seat, but can't you ask the other people who are sitting silently to leave me alone? If someone really cares about the elderly, I think 'priority seat here, priority seat there' would be a trivial concern."
The girl's intentions didn't reach the boy, and the boy's cheeky attitude didn't change. Both the office lady and the old lady couldn't say anything and stood there with bitter smiles.
But the girl who faced the boy didn't break down.
But I don't know why this girl gives me a strange feeling, although it seems like she's helping, but it seems fake, her smile seems forced.
"Everyone, please listen to me at least a little. Can someone give up their seat for the old lady? Please, anyone."
With such compassion, courage, and determination in those few words?
With her plea, the girl may have seemed annoying. But she earnestly appealed to the passengers without fear.
I wasn't in a priority seat, but I was sitting near the old lady.
By raising my hand and saying "here," this situation would be resolved.
The elderly also calmed down.
Like everyone on the bus, however, I didn't move. No one felt it was necessary to move. The boy's attitude and behavior influenced some of the passengers, and they convinced themselves that the boy was right.
Of course, the elderly are undeniably important contributors and supporters of Japan.
But we, the young people, are the important human resources that will support Japan from now on.
Furthermore, as the general population is gradually aging, our value is also increasing.
So, if you compare the young and the elderly, it's obvious which one is more important now. Well, this is also a perfect argument, isn't it.
Somehow, I started wondering what the other people would do. Looking around, people pretended not to have noticed or had hesitant looks.
But... the girl sitting next to me was completely different.
Among the chaos, she had a calm and elegant look, as if she were looking at a meaningless play.
Feeling my gaze, she turned slightly to look into my eyes and waved slightly before returning her attention to the front.
"Ah, here goes!"
Soon after the girl's appeal, a woman stood up. She gave up her seat, unable to bear the guilt.
"Thank you!"
When the girl lowered her head with a complete smile, she pushed through the crowd and led the old lady to the seat.
She thanked the girl over and over again, then sat down in her seat.
HARUMI'S POV
I got on the bus and managed to find an available seat.
Thank goodness.
I was next to a handsome boy with brown hair and golden eyes, but it's a shame that his face is expressionless, and his eyes were vacant.
"Excuse me... can I sit here?" I asked him.
The young man responded in a monotone voice, "Sure."
I looked at him before giving a small smile of gratitude.
I sat down in my seat when a discussion broke out about the priority seat.
I listened to the discussion and agreed with what the blond guy said, even though it might seem indifferent.
Soon, the voice of a girl wearing the same ANHS school uniform came.
It seemed commendable and courageous, though clear if this was sincere. If she was saying what was in her heart.
What I saw was a perfect mask.
I felt someone looking at me, I turned to see who it was: the young man sitting next to me.
He also seemed unwilling to give up his seat.
I waved at him.
Soon, someone else gave up their seat out of guilt.
AYANOKOUJI'S POV.
Ayanokouji looked at the girl sitting next to him.
The girl looked at him and spoke, "I can't help but notice you're wearing the same uniform as me, my name is Kirishima Harumi, I hope we get along." Kirishima extended her hand to the boy.
"Likewise, my name is Ayanokou
ji Kiyotaka... Uh, no offense, but can I call you Harumi? Calling you Kirishima seems a bit strange." Ayanokouji shook Harumi's hand lightly.
"Of course, no problem, if I can call you Kiyotaka." Harumi smiled beautifully before letting go of his hand, making people around them envious of Kiyotaka. Whether the boy noticed or not, only he knows.
"I don't mind at all, by the way, what class are you in? I'm in Class D."
"What a coincidence, me too."
After that, they chatted for a bit. They found out that they had some things in common, like being educated at home, the same as 'mine.' Although it's strange to call that place home, but I was born there and lived my whole life there, so it makes sense.