Rocket Start ~set theory~ Chapter 1

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Makoto: ...

(Ahaha. Upon Akehoshi-kun's absence, things have gotten si~lent and quieted down. It's kind of lonely...)

(But in all honesty, I'm glad that I got to laugh and talk a lot today.)

(It's been a while since that feeling. Akehoshi-kun probably doesn't know at all who I am, so that's why he was able to treat me so casually.)

(No. Because he's the son of "that famous idol", it might've been that he just wasn't surprised to see someone of my level.)

(Anyways, that's a good state to be in. In that way, if I tried to mimic him around others I might just melt away.)

(Yumenosaki Academy is, at its core, an idol training school... But in actuality, it's not like everyone's taking hold of their dreams and passionately doing their activities.)

(In fact, no one's really taking it seriously, saying that they're an idol~ and using this authority to wear as a cape to domineer over others, though.)

(Without working with one's life on the line, just being an idol means that you'll be ravished.)

(In the beginning, I was pretty surprised, though. But in the end, there's no choice; everyone's still in school, aren't they.)

(It's the feeling of what amateurs do within their means. Getting weirdly excited over something feels that you're not very perceptive.)

(Is doing it so easily really okay... -Is kind of what I thought, though.)

(Back when I was a model, each and every day I worked hard to death from insanity until I thought I couldn't live any longer.)

(At that point, all I recognized was that I was alive. Simply by breathing, I would be complimented, as if I were a baby.)

(Just being spoiled the whole time... It had gotten so bad but was so easy-going, wasn't it?)

(This is good enough. Even though I'm alive, like I'm not living, though it might feel empty...)

(With stress fully loaded as if I were on a battlefield, the modeling industry, where we were out to crush each other, was more of the abnormality.)

(As I was accepted in at that current state and got dragged in... Finely tuning my very own body, I saw myself stained by that atmosphere as well.)

(If I'd wanted to request from those surroundings, from that atmosphere... In a no-good school where there's no reason to do anything, to see myself become an idol, going "just kidding.")

(Without anything being taught to me, being swept up in my surroundings and seeing that it's fine... It's comfortable, isn't it. This is good, going on like this is good enough.)

(From now on, this life of mine, I'll be living it "idling" along.)

(Threatening my life from now on seems impossible.)

(...?)

(Huh? Was there a knock on the club room's door just now?)

(Could it be Akehoshi-kun? Did he forget something here...?)

Umm, Akehoshi-kun? What's wrong~?

Mao: ...Hello. Excuse me for a bit.

Makoto: Nn? Umm...?

Mao: Huh, you're Yuuki from the same class as me, aren't you. You're in the Game Club, I see, I see. I'm glad~, there's someone whose face I know in here.

Wait, in fact, if it were someone I didn't know at all to be the other party, I'd feel this would go smoother.

...Well, anyway. Can we talk for a bit, Yuuki?

Makoto: Uh- huh? Yeah, I don't get what's going on, but it's fine...?

Mao: Hey, you should seriously talk with some more spirit. It's hard to hear what you say, so even if you do say anything I wouldn't know.

Makoto: Eh, uh? I'm sorry...?

Mao: That's not something to apologize for. Well then, sorry for doing this all of a sudden, but... I wanna end this as soon as possible, so I'll say it upfront.

The Game Club has been declared officially to be disbanded. You have within three days to remove all your items, so hurry and clear out.

Things that you haven't brought out of the club room and left here will all be collected by the Student Council.

This is an official document with the teacher's seal of approval pushed on. This is a copy, and the Student Council has the original version, so there's no meaning to it if you rip it or toss it away.

Makoto: Eh- huh-? It seemed like the club was going to be disbanded, but to be declared as such so suddenly...?

Mao: Sorry about that. I'm only just a messenger, so complaining's not gonna get you anywhere. If you've got an opinion on this, then officially submit a statement that you've made to the Student Council.

Makoto: W-what does that mean? Without giving me a chance to explain, one-sidedly like this...?

Anyways, even if you tell me to collect the items in the club room, I wouldn't know what to do; they're all the senpai's personal belongings.

Those senpais haven't shown their faces in the club activities.

If I took their stuff all of a sudden out of nowhere, the senpais would get upset.



Mao: I don't care. Those are your circumstances, so deal with it yourselves somehow.

There's nothing for me to do even if you cry about it. I don't have any kind of authority, so I can't do anything to help you out of this.

Because I'm just the slave they've used to communicate this decision. I do feel sad for you, but honestly speaking, this isn't my problem.

Makoto: N-no way... That's horrible, Isara-kun. Even in class, you're always in the center of everyone. I thought you were a kind and bright person.

Mao: I'm not really kind in the slightest. All I'm doing is going around just because I'm only a bit handy.