𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑌
Ayanokouji Pov:
𝔸pril. The school entrance ceremony. I rode the bus to school, bobbing and shaking in my seat. While I looked idly out my window. watching the city's scenery change, the bus picked up more and more
passengers. Most of them were young people wearing high school uniforms.
There was also a frustrated salary worker, who looked like the type to have once mistakenly groped someone aboard a crowded bus. An unsteady elderly lady stood in front of me, wobbling so badly I thought she was in danger of falling. Considering I'd known how packed this bus would likely be, I supposed I was simply reaping what I'd sown by getting on. I was fortunate to have found a seat, but it was still crowded. I forgot about the unfortunate elderly woman and patiently waited to arrive at my
destination, my mind clear as a passing stream. The weather was especially
fine today, not a single cloud in the sky. It was so refreshing that I nearly fell
asleep then and there.
However, my gentle respite was promptly obliterated.
"Excuse me, but shouldn't you offer up your seat?" My eyes, which were about to close, snapped back open. Huh? Could this person be angry with me? But I realized that it was someone else being
scolded. A young, well-built blond man of high school age had sat down in one of the priority seats. The elderly woman stood right next to him, and another
woman stood beside her. This second, younger lady appeared to be an office
worker.
"Hey, you there. Can't you see that this elderly woman is having
trouble?" the office lady said. She seemed to want the young man to offer up his seat.
Her voice carried quite well throughout the quiet bus, attracting several people's attention.
"That's a really crazy question, lady," the boy said.
I wondered whether the boy was angry, unobservant, or just painfully honest. In any case, he grinned broadly and crossed his legs. "Why should I offer up my seat? There's no reason for me to do so." "You're sitting in a priority seat. It's natural to offer up those seats to
the elderly."
"I don't understand. Priority seats are just that: priority seats. I have no legal obligation to move. Since I'm currently occupying this seat, I should be the one who determines whether or not I move. Am I supposed to give up my seat just because I'm young? Ha! That reasoning is nonsense."
He didn't speak like a normal high school student. His hair was dyed blond, which made him stand out.
"I'm a healthy young person who certainly wouldn't find standing inconvenient. However, I'd obviously expend more energy by standing than I would by sitting. I have no intention of doing such a pointless thing. Or are you suggesting I should act a bit livelier, I wonder?"
"Wh-what kind of attitude is that to take with your superiors?" she demanded.
"Superiors? Well, it's obvious that both you and the old woman there been alive longer than I have. There can be no doubt about that. However, the word 'superior' implies that you're referring to someone of a higher position. In addition, we have another problem. Even though our ages are different, wouldn't you agree that you have an impertinent attitude and are being extremely rude?"
"Wha-You're a high schooler, aren't you?! You should be quiet and listen to what adults tell you!"
"It's f-fine, whatever..." the elderly woman mumbled.
She apparently didn't want any further commotion and tried to calm the office lady. But after being insulted by the high school student, the younger woman still seemed very upset.
"Apparently, this elderly woman is more perceptive than you, which is nice. Also, I haven't given up on Japanese society yet. Please enjoy your remaining years."
After flashing a pointlessly vigorous smile, the boy slid his earphones in and began listening to rather cacophonous music. The office lady now clenched her teeth in frustration. Though she tried needling the boy by arguing further, his smug, self-important attitude remained fixed.
At any rate, I had to at least partly agree with the boy.
If you ignored the question of a moral imperative, it was true that he
wasn't legally obligated to give up his seat. "I'm sorry..." Desperately fighting back her tears, the office lady
apologized to the elderly woman. Well, it was all just a minor incident on the bus. I was relieved that I
hadn't been caught up in the situation. Honestly, I couldn't care less about giving up my seat for an elderly person. Clearly, the egotistical boy had won. At least, everyone secretly
thought so. "Um... I think that the lady is right."
The woman received unexpected support from someone standing alongside her. The helper, a girl wearing my high school's uniform, gave her brave and frank opinion to the boy.
"And the new challenger is a pretty girl, eh? It would seem that I'm
rather lucky with the fairer sex," the boy said. "This poor woman appears to have been suffering for quite some time now. Won't you offer up your seat? While you might consider such courtesy unnecessary, I think it would contribute greatly to society."
Crack! The boy snapped his fingers.
"A contribution to society, you say? Well, that is a rather interesting opinion. It's certainly true that offering up one's seat to the elderly could be viewed in such a positive light. Unfortunately, I have no interest in contributing to society. I care only for my own satisfaction. Oh, and one more thing. You're asking me, the one in the priority seat, to give up his spot, but couldn't you simply ask one of the other people seated on this crowded bus? If you truly cared for the elderly, then something like priority seating would be a rather trivial concern, wouldn't you agree?"
The boy's haughty attitude remained unchanged. Both the office lady and the elderly woman simply wore bitter smiles in response. However, the girl didn't back down.
"Everyone, please listen to me for just a moment. Won't someone give up their seat for this woman? It doesn't matter who. Please."
How could someone pour so much courage, determination, and compassion into so few words? That was no simple feat. The girl might have seemed like a nuisance to those around her, but she appealed to the other passengers earnestly and without fear.
Though not in a priority seat, I was near the elderly woman. I imagined
if I raised my hand and offered my spot, then the matter would be settled. However, like everyone else, I didn't move. None of us had thought it
necessary to move. The boy's attitude and remarks aside, everyone on the bus had, for the most part, agreed with him.
Now, of course, the elderly have undeniable worth to Japan. But we, the youth, will continue to support Japan into the future. Also, considering that our society ages more and more every year, you could say that our youthful value only increases. So, if you were to examine both the elderly and the young and ask yourself which group is more valuable, the answer should be obvious. That's really the perfect argument, wouldn't you say?
But still, I wondered what the others would do. As I looked around, I saw two kinds of people: those who had pretended not to have heard anything and those who looked hesitant.
However, the girl sitting next to me was different. She alone wasn't swept up by the confusion. Her face remained expressionless.
While I unintentionally stared at her, our eyes met for an instant. Even without speaking a word, I could tell that we shared the same opinion. Neither of us considered it necessary to give up our seat.
"E-excuse me. You can have mine." Shortly after the girl's appeal, a working woman stood, unable to bear the guilt any longer, and offered up her
seat.
"Thank you very much!" the elderly woman said.
The working woman smiled, lowered her head, and guided the elderly
woman to the now-vacant seat.
The elderly woman expressed her gratitude repeatedly, and slowly sat. Watching the scene unfold from my peripheral vision, I crossed my arms and closed my eyes. Soon, we arrived at our destination, and all the high school students began to disembark.