Introducing yourself to some new people

Any number of things could have been behind that door. Didn’t you hear that they were going to adjust your classes to better support your condition? But what did that mean exactly?

As your hands slowly slide open the door, for a brief second it feels like your mind is overloading from anticipation. It conjures an image where all the girls are stripped bare, each of them spreading their legs for you, inviting you to use them for your own pleasures…

It’s that clash between your imagination and the reality that leaves you standing rigid at the doorway, in front of a room full of very cute, though still fully uniformed school girls staring at you awkwardly.

“Aizawa-san, I presume. I usually prefer to keep the door closed to avoid drafts.”

The voice belonged to your teacher; a stern-faced middle aged man who barely looked fazed at your sudden intrusion. Looking at him makes you wonder why he was placed here; given what the other teacher said before, you expected to be assigned a female teacher as well. Then again, maybe it was unreasonable to set a female teacher for every class that you were in, and he seemed like the sort of person who’d continue teaching uninterrupted even if you started making a ruckus...assuming you didn’t get performance anxiety.

“Y-yes. Of course, teacher.” You nervously respond as you step in and close the door.

You’re acutely aware of the fact that you’re the current centre of attention, and the effect causes you to break out into nervous sweats. The fact that the majority of the class, if not all of them, were cute girls certainly wasn’t helping. You begin to hear whispers break out among some of the students, but they’re too quiet for you to translate.

“I would usually ask you all to be ready for class changeover by now,” The teacher continues. “But as this is a special circumstance, I’ll ask you all to remain seated for now. Aizawa-san, would you mind introducing yourself?”

“Oh, yes I can.” You say stiffly.

Stepping forward to the front of the room simply amplifies the effect of nervousness that had been boiling inside of you. You try to get a few words out, but it’s as if your entire Japanese vocabulary had vanished from your mind. It made you curse how this situation usually gets portrayed in media; any guy who thought they’d be able to play the charmer in front of a classroom full of school girls needs to get a reality check.

The moments seem to stretch on into minutes. Your eyes dart over the audience, taking in their expressions. Some sat their politely, waiting for you to start speaking. Others already looked bored, your silence having already lost their interest. You feel your armpits and hands begin to sweat. You already blew it! No one was listening to you. Who was paying attention to you now that you’ve gone silent?

You get your answer as your gaze settles on a certain someone sitting near the back of the room. One who looked like she was trying to maintain a proper posture despite the look of anticipation shining her eyes.

“You can do it!” She hadn’t said a word, but you could almost hear Emiru’s voice cheering you on from across the room.

Taking a moment, you clear your throat to try and recompose yourself. Seeing Emiru there wasn’t going to instantly cure your stage fright, but if you could just slow your thoughts down and concentrate...

“Ahem, yes,” You begin slowly. “M-My name is Ken Aizawa. I was born a foreigner, but my parents are Japanese. And so...uh, I wished to come here to reconnect with my homeland. Please take care of me for that duration.”

To punctuate the end of your speech, you stiffly bow towards your prospective classmates. As you do, you barely catch a few murmurs and whispers from among them.

“Aizawa, did he say?”

“He’s the one with that illness, right?”

“Why is he bowing like that? It’s a bit strange...”

As you stand upright again, your eyes once again point in Emiru’s direction. She looks elated at your speech, but as you lock eyes with her, she looks away from you. Still, you’re far too relieved at being done with the speech that you don’t pay it any mind, especially since the bell signalling the end of Homeroom rings soon after. The students stand up almost in unison and go about their business; some grab their bags and head out the door, but some take the time to group up with their friends and chat for a bit.

On your part, you head over to where Emiru is, who’s busy packing up her own things.

“Hey. I’m sorry, that speech wasn’t very good…” You sigh at her as you approach, finally letting out the tension you’d been holding in your body.

“No, no, you sounded great! You were very cool up there. I don’t know if I could have done that.” Emiru quickly reassures you.

“I’m not sure; I think you would have done a lot better than me.” You respond, wiping down your hands to get rid of the last traces of sweat.

“No, really,” Emiru insists. “I’m not good with audiences at all...”

Again, her tone of voice made it hard for you to tell if she was being truthful or not, but you decide to let it go anyway. “If you say so...but anyway, I’m sorry for making you worry, Emiru. I came back safe, right?”

“Huh?” Emiru blinks, taken off guard by your change of subject.

“I mean from the teacher’s lounge. I wasn’t gone for long, and there were plenty of people around. So it’s fine, right?”

“Oh...yes, I see,” Emiru looks down with slight embarrassment. “You’re...you’re right. I shouldn’t have been so worried.”

“It’s fine. I think would have been worried as well. But now I should be free, so we can do what you want. Let’s see…what classes do you have?”

You both pull out your class schedules and begin to compare. While you do share some classes, you didn’t seem to have any in common on this particular day, at least before lunch.

“That’s a shame…” Emiru muttered.

You nod in agreement. “Well, there’s always lunch. We could-”

Almost as if fate were out to get you, a student approached you both at that moment. Pinned to her sleeve was a red armband; the ones worn by members of student council.

“Are you Ken Aizawa?” She asks politely. “I was asked to give you a message: Please go the nurse’s office once lunch begins. I’m told that you need to introduce yourself to the nurse so she can check on your condition.”

“Oh...OK then. I will do that.” You let out a weary sigh and barely avoid muttering a cuss under your breath. Even as the student council girl walked away, you almost couldn’t find the strength to lift your head.

“Um...Ken?” Emiru touches you on the shoulder lightly. “Don’t worry, we can do something together later.”

“I know, I know…” You mutter with a low voice. “But still, I want to do something to apologise for everything...”

“What do you mean…?” Emiru asked slowly.

To be honest, you weren’t fully sure yourself as to what you meant. But there was one thing you could say for certain.

“For what I did to you yesterday,” You tell her. “We were supposed to have fun together, and then I left you while I did something stupid. Even so...I had a lot of fun yesterday. And so, I want to try again.”

In that moment, Emiru seems to be left speechless, and doesn’t respond to you. You’re partly afraid that you opened up the wound too early, but-.

“Hey, Emiru! What’s taking you so long?”

In that moment, a voice rings out that breaks the tension. Looking towards the entrance, the source of the voice came from a girl with hair the shade of copper tied back into a loose ponytail. She had a lively looking presence about her, walking in almost with a bounce in her step that seemed to come with a pleasing bounce in her noticeable (though still on the small side) chest. However, as she approached the two of you her cheerful demeanour seemed to slip.

“Oh...never met you before. Emiru-chan, do you know this guy?” She asked. Maybe it was just you, but you thought you picked up a hint of suspicion in her voice.

“Yes...this is the exchange student I told you would be staying with me. His name is Ken Aizawa.” Emiru answers. “Ken...I mean, Ken-kun, this is my friend, Ami-chan.”

Ami takes a moment to eye you up and down. “I see...well, it’s nice to meet you, Aizawa-san. I’m Ami Morita.”

You return her introduction with a short bow. “Yes. It’s nice to meet you too, Morita-san.”

“So...what have you shown him so far?” Ami asks Emiru.

“Well, yesterday I showed him a bit of Tokyo...then we went to the arcade…and then we-” Emiru cuts herself off once she realises what she’s said.

“And then you...what?” Ami pushes Emiru for details. The devious smile she had on her face was enough to even make you sweat.

“N-Nothing! Hey, we’re late for class, aren’t we? We need to get going!” Emiru quickly slings her bag onto her back and rushes out the room, avoiding the looks of suspicion (and befuddlement) that followed her.

Impressively, Ami didn’t seem too fazed about what just transpired, instead just getting ready to exit herself.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you around, Aizawa-san,” Ami speaks over her shoulder to you. “Especially if you’re going to be hanging around Emiru-chan for a while.”

“I...I suppose I will be.” You respond. After all, she was your host.

“You’re pretty lucky then,” Ami continued. “Emiru-chan doesn’t have so much experience with guys.”

And then, without elaborating, Ami exits out the classroom.

What was that about? You wonder, but decide to let it go. You begin to make your way out of the classroom, trying to figure out where your next class is located, causing you to almost bump into another girl in your way. Looking up, you quickly apologise, but then you take a second to notice that she’s pretty cute, with brown wavy hair that she’s done into pigtails.

“It’s fine.” She waves off your apology. “Oh, but Aizawa-san, you were born overseas, right?” She asks.

“I, um...yes. Why?” You respond.

“Oh wow. That’s so cool! Your Japanese is very good. If I didn’t know, I’d almost mistake you for a native speaker.” She giggles.

“Oh, thank you,” You reply. “My mother and father both speak Japanese, so they helped me to practice.”

“Mhm!” She nodded enthusiastically. “I hope you enjoy yourself here. And don’t forget, we all know about your condition, so if you ever need some help with that…I’d love to help you.”

To emphasise her point, she leans forward at you with a wicked smile and tugs at her blouse collar, allowing you to catch a peek down it. Your eyes nearly bug out as you catch a glimpse of what looked to be some generous mounds, and unless you were mistaken, she wasn’t wearing a bra either.

Fuck man, what did I do to deserve this? I don’t care what sort of disease I got, if girls go trying to flash me everywhere I go, I don’t think my heart can take it. Gotta look somewhere else...like her legs. Damn, that skirt shows it off. Wait, is it just me, or is hers shorter than others?

“Anyway, I need to go,” The girl says abruptly, standing up straight as if nothing had happened. She picks up her bag and starts to walk out the door, but takes a moment to glance back at you. “But don’t forget, I’m always available for you, Aizawa-san.” She finishes with a wink.

The events have left you rooted to the spot, and you can’t help but stare at her as she walks out, her rather short skirt swishing around her thighs as she goes.

With great effort, you manage to push yourself to move, though the threat of being late to the first real class you had certainly helped in that regard. But as you make your way through the streams of other students, a rather stormy thought begins to dawn on you. The girl who was just with you was cute. Too cute even. If you lost control, you really might end up giving into your desires and having your way with someone like her.

But could you really live with yourself with fucking other girls after what happened with Emiru last night?