I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga

Just a regular day.

But today was a bit different.

The reason was Senior Fuma, who had been following me around since early morning.

“Good morning, Kim Yu-seong.”

4 AM.

It was time to jog with Koto Kazuya, who had not just become my student, but a full-fledged gym colleague.

“What a coincidence to meet at this time.”

But Senior Fuma, as if she had been waiting, joined us in our jog.

Seeing this, Kazu asked if Senior Fuma and I had that kind of relationship, but I pretended not to know and increased my speed.

Thanks to that, Kazu, still lacking in cardio endurance, groaned, but Senior Fuma, being a ninja, had no trouble keeping up with my pace.

It seemed I couldn’t shake her off that easily.

After jogging, perhaps bothered by the smell of sweat, I immediately returned to my room, but I couldn’t let my guard down.

And my ominous premonition proved right when Senior Fuma was waiting for me outside my house to go to school.

“…Senior, don’t you have club activities in the morning?”

Then Senior Fuma countered with a shameless expression.

“I’m a third-year, too. Even so, with the midterm exam approaching, I can’t neglect my studies. I’ll only serve as the Club President until the first semester, and then pass the position to a junior in the second semester.”

Saying so, she naturally took the seat next to me as we boarded the same subway.

“Ah! Ryu-chan! Good morning!”

Rika, who came from the next car, waved at me but stopped midway when she noticed Senior Fuma sitting next to me, her face hardening.

“Who’s that?”

As she seemed not to remember, I kindly explained.

“She’s the Kendo Club President I sparred with before.”

“Ah. That person.”

Rika nodded and naturally took the seat next to me.

“But why is she sitting next to you, Ryu-chan?”

Senior Fuma was the one who answered.

“Our houses are nearby. We met ‘by coincidence’.”

“Heh, ‘by coincidence’.”

Was there some trend I was unaware of?

The two of them kept emphasizing the word ‘coincidence’ as they conversed.

Anyway, since it would take a good 30 minutes by subway to get to school, having a proper chat helps alleviate the boredom.

I watched the two people chattering away before me and replied to Minato, who, as usual, sent me a long message today.

It seemed Minato had been incredibly busy with the soaring ratings of ‘The Blue Academy Youth Apocalypse,’ where I had appeared in a minor role.

She said she couldn’t come to school even if she wanted to and half-complained that she missed seeing my muscles.

After humoring her for a bit, I eventually got off the subway and headed to Ichijo Academy.

As the end of June approached, the school atmosphere tensed up again.

This was because final exams and summer vacation were coming up in July.

If I score low on these final exams, I’d have to attend remedial classes during the precious summer vacation.

Ordinary students might not worry much, but for someone like Rika, who wasn’t keen on studying, it would be a big deal.

Perhaps that was why she had been actively participating in classes lately.

After greeting Mr. Matsuda at the school gate and entering, the smiling teacher tilted his head in confusion upon seeing Senior Fuma.

“Fuma? What brings you here at this time? You usually come much earlier.”

Senior Fuma covered her mouth with her hand and laughed as she replied,

“I can’t just focus on training forever. I have to consider practical matters too, don’t I?”

“That’s true. Studying is important for students.”

The teacher said, nodding his head, then caught a student trying to sneak past the school gate.

“And as I always say, Kim, I wish you would button up your school uniform.”

“Sorry, but that’s impossible for me.”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

Mr. Matsuda nodded as if he had already come to terms with this fact.

“Go on in now.”

“Yes. Take care.”

As we passed through the school gate safely and headed towards the high school building, Senior Fuma asked curiously,

“But why doesn’t that girl get stopped by Mr. Matsuda’s inspection?”

Rika shrugged her shoulders and answered,

“I have natural blonde hair. Also, nail polish isn’t covered by the school rules, and skirts are okay as long as they’re above the knee.”

Like a fashion-conscious high school girl, Rika knew Ichijo Academy’s rules inside out.

She could probably give Mr. Matsuda, the grade supervisor, a run for his money in a match.

It would be great if she could use this memorization skill for her studies, too.

Then, we decided to part ways in front of the shoe lockers on the first floor.

This was because the second-year classrooms were on the second floor, and the third-year ones were on the third floor.

With a word to meet at the gym, Senior Fuma took something out and handed it to me.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a lunch box I made myself. Whether or not one is good at cooking, the condition of being a good wife and mother can only be judged by tasting it yourself.”

“…I’ll enjoy it.”

“Hmm. Savor it well, and tell me your thoughts later.”

Senior Fuma said this, turned around, and coolly walked away to her own room.

It seemed like she was heading to the kendo club, albeit late.

Then Rika, left alone with me, looked at Senior Fuma’s lunch box with a peculiar expression.

“Are you going to eat that?”

“She gave it to me, so I can’t just not eat it.”

Then Rika, putting her hand on her hip, said with a bit of mischief,

“Then, I’ll eat Ryu-chan’s lunch box today.”

“…That’s a bit much.”

Rika’s eyes narrowed at my retort, but I pretended not to notice and escaped to the classroom.

Lunchtime.

Normally, I would have eaten with Rika, Sasha, and Karen, but today, I had business with the Vice President, so I headed to the Student Council room with two lunch boxes.

“…But why is Senior Fuma here?”

“Eating together makes the meal tastier, Kim Yu-seong.”

Senior Fuma, with a brazen face, followed me to the Student Council room and opened her lunch box.

The contents of the lunch box were stir-fried bean sprouts, scrambled eggs, and stir-fried pork front leg, just like mine.

Among them, what especially caught my eye was the pickled radish, which was a different color than usual.

It turned out to be tsukemono (pickled vegetables), known for their clean taste.

Anyway, I couldn’t leave any food, so as I silently ate Senior Fuma’s lunch box, the Vice President said with an uneasy face,

“President Fuma, this is the Student Council room. Eating lunch here is a challenge to the sanctity of our place, isn’t it?”

Senior Fuma stopped eating her lunch, pointed at the Vice President with her chopsticks, and replied,

“I know you guys eat here all the time anyway. And it’s not just me eating right now.”

“Kim Yu-seong is the Student Council’s Secretary. It’s disrespectful, but there is some leeway for him.”

“Oh? Was it not allowed?”

When I asked while eating my lunch, the Vice President glared at me sharply.

Hmm. It seemed like a hint to not cause trouble and just quietly eat my meal.

Then, the President, who had been looking out the window with her chair turned, finally spoke for the first time.

“Fuma, I already knew that you’re usually oblivious and shameless.”

“Thanks for the compliment, Saionji.”

“That’s not a compliment! Anyway, what I want to say is this. Kim Yu-seong is our Student Council’s Secretary, practically my right-hand man. So please don’t interfere with him as you please.”

After the President’s bold declaration, the Vice President and Minami behind her burst into thunderous applause.

But Senior Fuma, upon hearing these words, replied nonchalantly with her chopsticks in her mouth,

“The Student Council’s affairs and who he dates are completely separate matters. I’d prefer it if you didn’t order me around, as if you’re better. I don’t take orders from those weaker than me.”

When Senior Fuma countered on the spot, the President trembled, defeated in logic.

After all, being the Secretary of the Student Council wasn’t that significant in the first place.

It couldn’t be helped.

While the President was ruminating over her defeat, I had already finished the lunch box I had brought and tidied up the empty container to return to Senior Fuma.

“Thank you for the meal. It was delicious.”

“You’re welcome. If you want, I can make it for you every day, along with miso soup.”

“I’ll politely decline that offer.”

Even though I clearly stated I didn’t need it, fearing that giving her any chance might encourage her further, Senior Fuma showed no signs of giving up.

‘She’s relentless.’

It seemed she was planning a long-term pursuit.

And if that would happen, I’d be vulnerable, showing my weakness.

While thinking of ways to naturally shake off Senior Fuma, I ate the onigiri packed in today’s lunch box in the Student Council room.

“Ah, this is delicious.”

“Stop eating in the Student Council room!”

The Vice President angrily scolded, but I pretended not to hear and continued stuffing the onigiri into my mouth.

I had to eat more to meet my daily caloric needs for the day.

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