“Bokuchu” Us vs the Police: 700-Day War

Chuzai-san’s lecture to Saijoh-kun was continuing. Or maybe it’s better to say that Saijoh-kun was stretching it out.

“I see you’re not with Girl Bike today.”

“What? He’s right there.”
Saijoh-kun said, pointing at the RPS.

Chuzai-san turned around as if startled.

I was standing in the enterance.

Chuzai-san hurriedly ran over from the other side of the street. Saijoh-kun followed as if chasing him. Stories about detained high schoolers chasing police officers are pretty rare.

In response to our joyful greeting,

“You guys… are up to something again, huh?”

He’s got good intuition.

“We had something we wanted to give you today.”

We went into the RPS even though Chuzai-san hadn’t said anything, and sat down in our usual spot in front of the interrogation desk, without permission.

After Chuzai-san grudgingly went to the other side of the desk, I pulled things out one at a time from a shopping bag.

“These are because we’re thankful that you’re always taking care of us.”

First was some chocolate.
Next was another chocolate.
Next was a notebook.
Next was another notebook.
And yet another notebook.
Next were two ballpoint pens.
Last were some drafting triangles.

“??”

Chuzai-san was dumbfounded for a while, while watching us line up the items on his desk.

I neatly placed these items in a single row starting from in front of Saijoh-kun.

“Please take these as a symbol of our feelings.”

But because Chuzai-san was suspicious of everything that we did, he didn’t touch them.

Of course he didn’t. Aside from the chocolate, who would bring “drafting triangles” as a gift? Chuzai-san sat there with his arms folded.

But then he discovered the “”outrageous photo print” next to the note under the desk cover!

“Ah! You guys!”

And as he tried to stand up and reach for the notebook,

“Y-you guys!” “Saijoh-kun!” “Saijoh!”

Shirai Kyoko-sensei and Anzai Misuzu-sensei, led by Great Inoue-kun, arrived in a great hurry. There couldn’t have been better timing.

“What? Y, you folks are…?”
To the bewildered Chuzai-san’s question,

“Ah. I’m their schools… their homeroom teacher.”

Saijoh-kun and I looked down while sitting, and assumed the “guilty pose” as soon as the teachers entered.

The teachers, seeing us quietly looking down and the food and stationary items lined up on the desk in front of us, made assumptions about the situation.

“Ahh… Saijoh…What… have you done!?”

We held our silence but Chuzai-san not being able to follow the situation’s rapid development said,

“What? Um… What brings you teachers?”

To this, Shirai-sensei and Anzai-sensei deeply bowed their heads and,

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say… about this…”

Panic had settled in Shirai-sensei. But Chuzai-san was panicking even more. It seemed as though he had no idea what was going on around him. It’s not hard to see why. All Chuzai-san did was warn us about two people riding on a bike.

“Say something, Saijoh!”

We continued our reflection in silence.

“N-no. It’s not like that.”
Chuzai-san said. But because our teacher was so upset over the situation, it seemed she couldn’t hear his words.

“Ahh… What should we do…?”

“No. Miss, it’s actually…”
Chuzai-san started saying, but he remembered that the “outrageous photo print” on the desk in front of us, was in sight of Anzai-sensei, and hurriedly tried to hide it with a notebook. But Saijoh-kun placed both hands in a fist on top of the notebook and used all of his strength to interfere with the notebook’s movement. To people looking on it was a “Oh, what did I do this time” pose. Chuzai-san casually increased his strength on the notebook. He was desperate to try to cover the “outrageous photo print.” Saijoh-kun resisted. Saijoh-kun’s fists and Chuzai-san’s fingertips were trembling and I could tell that both of them were using all of their strength. To tell you the truth, this silent battle on the desk was so funny it was hard for me to keep from laughing.

As Chuzai-san and Saijoh-kun were inconspicuously battling behind the scenes,
“W-which store was it?”
Anzai-sensei asked.

I responded,
“The… general store… next door…”
quietly and hesitantly. We did buy them at the general store next door. There was no other way to answer that.

Because Chuzai-san had all of his strength in the notebook, his mind was half distracted and still couldn’t follow the situation.

“No, umm teacher, it’s not like that…”

Our teacher confused that as “the police officer trying to protect us,” and responded with “No officer. It’s not your fault that they did something bad. The problem is how to make them realize it themselves.”

No, teacher. The problem is that you guys need to realize what the situation is.

Chuzai-san tried to control the situation.
“No, Teacher… Calm down…”
At the same time he said that, Great Inoue-kun who led the teachers here said,

“Um… Umm, Teacher… I… think I should go…”

He said this very awkwardly. We had told Great Inoue-kun to say that he wanted to leave as soon as the situation started to change. This was to keep them from calming down.

“Ah? Ah. That’s true. That’s true. Thank you, Inoue-kun. Leave the rest to your teachers.”

“Then… I’ll…”

And as Inoue-kun tried to leave, he just happened to trip over the trashcan, knocking it over.

“Ah…”
“That’s ok. I’ll clean it up, so you just go…”
As Anzai-sensei got closer to the trash to clean it up, her hand froze.

That’s right. This one had the spread open “used panty” inside of it.

“GEH!?”

It was at this point in time that Chuzai-san realized the seriousness of this situation.

<- Review?