Volume 1 - Epilogue

The abuse broadcast turned into a massive issue overnight. They stopped the CD from playing shortly after we left, but the damage had been done. After all, we played such a destructive CD, filled with abuse, where there were hundreds of people present. It didn’t take long at all to show effect, as the students were confused about what was happening, whereas the average visitors were scared shitless. And without anything being resolved, the cultural festival came to an end.

The day after, when everyone came to school to clean up after the festival, the teachers had already begun acting. Each and every one of them was extremely careful about their tone, making sure that nobody would find any fault with them.

“Listen up, everyone. We’re still looking into the incident with the school broadcast. Even if outsiders were to ask you about this, we ask you to remain silent,” said our homeroom teacher, trying to silence the students.

“Hey, that broadcast yesterday, that was our math teacher Furukawa-sensei, right?”

“I heard that people from the committee for education have started to act. He might even get fired because of this.”

Rumors flew everywhere you turned your ears. Alongside the revival of the cultural festival, it all came crashing down shortly after. And the results spoke for themselves. Just as we wanted, our terrorism brought up some kind of change. Yet, I just wanted to smoke a cigarette despite all that.

Once all the cleaning up for the festival was done and the students were free to go, I made my way to the astronomy club room. The room was as barren as always with only a long table and chair inside, as I stood here alone.

“…Kurumi.”

Even as I called out, no voice responded. After we jumped off the rooftop, we managed to get away in time. Nobody found out that we were the ones who caused the chaos. In a way, it ended in the best possible conclusion. But…the fact that Kurumi dropped out of school still hasn’t changed. Could I have avoided that if I realized my true feelings sooner? Maybe we could have changed this school before she dropped out.

“Oh, it’s Senpai. You’re here early today.”

As I was dwelling in regret, I heard a voice from behind me. Turning around, I froze up. It wasn’t a hallucination. I wasn’t mishearing things. She had her hair tied up to only reveal her black hair, wearing our school’s uniform.

“…Kurumi? Why are you here? I thought you dropped out?”

“Hm? Where did you hear that from? I hadn’t even finished the procedure yet.”

“Wait, wait, wait. But, you stopped coming to school for a while, right?”

“That’s just because I didn’t want to see you for a while.”

For real? I mean, Tanaka-san never said that Kurumi dropped out for good, but still…

“B-But, we’ve got summer break starting tomorrow? I thought you were gonna leave school by then?”

“Ah, about that? I decided to hold off on dropping out for the time being.” Kurumi blushed ever so slightly as she rubbed the tip of her nose. “I figured I could stay a little longer if I could be by your side.”

“Ah…okay…That’s a relief.”

“But don’t misunderstand. I might be staying for a bit longer, but I have no intentions of taking this school seriously. It’s all about our terrorism.” She puffed out her chest and showed me a smug face. “This is a merry bad end. Maybe even the first step to the apocalypse.”

“…I don’t get it. Keep it on a lower scale.”

“Huh? I don’t want to hear that from you, of all people.” Kurumi revealed her inner hair color and put on her cap with cat ears, sitting down on the chair. “I have to say, the teachers have gone crazy.”

“Yeah, true. There’s been talk about possible lay-offs, so they’re probably scared shit-less.”

“It’s the best. Let’s get a massive party going.”

“Oh, sounds good. Wanna buy some snacks?”

Kurumi thought about it, pressing her index finger on her lips.

“I feel like getting some bitter chocolate today.”

“…What do you mean?”

“That’s my line most of the time, remember?”

She gave me a provocative look, teasing me the same way as always. Not that I mind, though. I bent my body to approach Kurumi’s face, lifted up her chin, and then kissed her.

“…Nnn…Nnhm…”

It was faint at first, but grew more passionate, as our lips were pressed together, our tongues intertwining, and we swallowed each other’s saliva.

“Puah…Hee hee.”

After a few minutes, Kurumi moved her head away and showed a familiar mischievous smile.

“Senpai, since you’re here already, we might as well start our strategy meeting, right?”

“Yeah, sounds good. And this time, we’ll change the school for real.”

Causing acts of terrorism, ending it with a kiss. This sweet yet bitter revenge of ours will still continue.