Checkpoint 3
Dribble. Dribble. The basketball bounced up and down on the floor between her hands as the short haired girl weaved between her classmates.
Sweat wetted her black bangs, but she didn’t pay them any mind. Stopping for just a moment, with the ball in her hands, she jumped and threw the basketball.
And, the ball—
—21 seats. 20 students. That’s wrong, isn’t it?
—There are so many things we don’t know about this class.
The door slammed open to the classroom. Even though they had finished changing, the girls still recoiled in surprise, letting out girlish screams that perhaps a pervert had gotten in.
Hirate Yurina slowly moved her hands away from her eyes, resetting her bangs that had been messed up in her sudden move to hide from whatever caused that slamming noise.
“There’s no one there.” She said slowly, looking toward the door apprehensively.
The short haired, cool Watanabe also returned to a relaxed pose, crossing her arms, and drawled out, “So, a ghost?”
“Eek!” Someone yelped.
“Eh? Probably not.” The other half to Watanabe Risa, Shida Manaka, shrugged.
The class was silent for a moment. Then, everyone started chatting, letting out sighs of relief, and laughing about how their friends made such funny faces at the sudden sound.
Slam! Something from outside of the classroom crashed into something else.
““Eek!!”” The class let out a noise of surprise again.
Acting cool, Watanabe Risa crossed her arms again, “Doing it twice is a little repetitive, don’t you think?”
“Risa, you say that, but you screamed too.” Fuyuka sighed.
Although some of the girls were able to engage in friendly banter, they still stood stiffly, looking toward the door. They held a long breath, wondering what would come next after that loud slam.
Yurina stepped forward again, pointing toward the open door, “We should check it out.” After a pause, she specified. “That sound.”
“Hirate-chan, that sounds kind of dangerous.” Suzumoto made a face.
Yurina tilted her head, “This is a school. I don’t think it should be that dangerous.” Although she said that, inside, she was also somewhat unconvinced of her own words.
“Hirate’s right about that.” Risa spoke up.
Yurina nodded, “Let’s check it out then.”
With those words, Yurina started walking toward the door. For each step she took, she felt that her classmates weren’t exactly following very closely behind. Nonetheless, she continued toward the open door.
Crash!!!
“Oh, no! Hirate-chan!”
“What the heck? Isn’t this kind of bad?”
“Kyaa! W-what?”
“Wait… isn’t that just…”
“Oh, it’s just a student. What’s she doing here?”
“No, wait, she has a bracelet. Look at her left wrist.”
Hirate Yurina braced herself a little too late as she fell onto the classroom floor, suddenly impacted by someone who had suddenly been flung into the room through the door.
“Ow…” She cried out.
“I’m so sorry!”
“...?”
Yurina opened her eyes, which she had squeezed shut in fear from being crashed into. Right there, mere centimeters away from her face, was a girl’s face, a pretty girl with long black hair.
The short haired girl couldn’t help but mumble, “...pretty...”
The long haired girl quickly apologized, “I’m so sorry for crashing into you. Um, what did you just say?”
“It was nothing.”
“...Um. Well, I’m really sorry—”
“You don’t need to apologize. It was just an accident that we collided.”
Yurina started getting up. Her cheeks felt a bit warm, and she hoped that she wasn’t blushing because she got a close up of the new girl. The short haired girl reached a hand out toward the new girl to help the latter up.
“Thank you.”
“It’s nothing.”
The long haired girl held onto Yurina’s hand for a second longer after getting up.
Then the two were interrupted by Watanabe Risa’s voice.
“Who are you?”
Watanabe Risa looked at the girl who had suddenly crashed into the room suspiciously. Tapping her foot, crossing her arms, Risa couldn’t help but be irritated that she didn’t know what was going on.
Manaka put a hand on Risa’s arm reassuringly and gave her roommate a nod.
Risa repeated her question, “So, who are you?”
The long haired girl replied, “My name is Nagahama Neru.”
“Nagahama-san, why did you come crashing into our classroom like that?” Manaka piped up curiously.
Neru laughed awkwardly, nervously clenching her hands as she tried not to be intimidated by the class, “Ahaha, that’s a good question.”
“So, Nagahama-san, what are you here for?” Oda Nana added in as well.
Neru stepped back unsure what to say. To her surprise, she found a gentle hand of encouragement behind her.
Yurina stepped forward, a little in front of Neru. She offered her hand to Neru, and when Neru took Yurina’s hand, Yurina looked at her classmates calmly to explain her hypothesis.
“Nagahama-san is probably the person who that empty seat belongs to.” With her free hand, Yurina pointed to the desk in front of her desk. Then she elaborated by directing the class’s eyes toward Neru’s left wrist. “She has a metal bracelet like we do.”
There was silence. At serious moments, the class couldn’t help but be excessively silent as everyone took a moment to come to their conclusions.
Risa relented after a few moments, “That’s true.”
“Yes, you are correct.” The board in the front of the class flickered on to show the figure from the first day of the Keyaki class.
“Nagahama Neru is the 21st member of the Keyaki class. Her enrollment had been decided beforehand, but she couldn’t attend class until today. I’m sure the class will be able to take care of her and treat her as a classmate from now on.
“She will be rooming with Hirate Yurina-san, so Hirate-san, apologies, but you will have to share a room from now on.
“I will make further announcements later. However, right now, it is time for you to head to gym class. You are not late as I have informed Tsuchida-sensei about your new classmate, but class will start soon.
“It appears that it is basketball today. Hirate-san’s specialty, if I am correct.
“Enjoy yourselves, Keyaki class. Show your abilities and earn points. That will be all for now.”
—Murmur, murmur. In the end, life continues.
“Ah, I’m Hirate Yurina.” “Thank you for helping me.” “No, it was nothing.”
—Gym uniforms. Rushing to class. Is this so interesting to you?
Yurina stood on the basketball court in the gym with the ball in her hand. The figure on the board had been right about the lesson being a basketball game in gym class, and since he called her own, she had been chosen to throw the jump ball to start the game.
The class had been split up into two teams, Team Serious and Team Relatively Peaceful, named by the girls. Neru was off on the side, spectating, because she didn’t have her gym clothes yet.
Yurina was on Team Serious, led by a certain Moriya Akane. Team Relatively Peaceful was led by Akane’s roommate, Sugai Yuuka. The roommates appeared to get along, but as far as the short haired girl could see, they still wanted to win against each other.
Akane said seriously as she stood, ready to hit the jump ball for her team, “Tecchan, we’re going to win this.”
“Hirate-chan, throw this fairly.” Yuuka jokingly retorted at Akane.
Yurina nodded to both of them. She thought to herself that it would have been better for Tsuchida-sensei, the gym teacher, to throw the ball, but he was more interested in soccer and thought that having Yurina throw it would add a bit of fun to the game.
The whistle blew.
The ball went into the air.
Yurina joined the game, a smile unknowingly gracing her face.
—There’s nothing wrong with doing what you like, right?
The game sped by. At one moment, Yurina was in possession of the ball. In the next, the ball had already entered the hoop in a magnificent jump shot, scoring the last points of the game in the last minutes of gym class. And then there was clapping and cheering as well as good-hearted laughter.
She wiped away the sweat on her forehead, letting out a breath.
“That was awesome, Techi!” Suzumoto gave Yurina a jump-hug from the back. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Thanks.” Yurina smiled. “Techi?”
“Yea. Hirate-chan is a bit long to say, right? So, I think I’ll call you Techi from now on. Is that okay?”
“Techi. Techi is fine.”
Akane came jogging over as well, exchanging high-fives with the team, “Good job, Tecchan. We did it!”
“It was a good game.” Yuuka smiled. “We did our best even if we couldn’t earn any points...”
“Good game.” Akane agreed to Yuuka’s words.
Yurina echoed the same opinion, “It was a good game.”
The short haired girl walked around the court being congratulated by her teammates. The team received 75 points for winning. She lifted her wrist to look at the metal band around it and noted that it read ‘+100.’ Whoever distributed points decided that her performance was worth that much.
She gave no one in particular a wry smile. Yurina wondered to herself how long it had been since the last time she could play basketball like this.
—Isn’t it uncomfortable to be judged on things you like though?