Pink na Koneko
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Kyonen no Kugatsu no dekigoto ga, kioku no hikidashi o poon to hikkurikaeshite nouri ni yomigaetta.
The event from last year September arose in the back of his mind, shaken out of the bottom of a drawer in his memory.

Rabu hoteru no isshitsu de, Kouhei o onna to machigaete oshitaosou to shita, ano otoko.
The guy who, in a room of a love hotel, mistook Kouhei for a girl and tried to make a move on him.

Mishiranu otoko. Nido to deau koto no nai otoko.
It was a guy he didn't know. A guy he would never see again.

Dakara, omoi'kkiri kinkeri shite nigeta.
That was why Kouhei kicked him hard in the groin and ran.

(Honto ni bando yatte n'daaa.)
(He really is in a band.)

Sore ga bando to ieru shiromono nara daga.
That is, if one can call it a band.

"Aaa, hajimatta na. Mata urusai no ga."
"Oh, it's started. Those noisemakers are at it again."

Arisugawa ga, kiku no mo taegatai to bakari ni, reibi na mayune o kasuka ni yoseta.
Arisugawa drew his elegant brows together slightly, as though even listening was hard to endure.

"Ano hito..., dare desu ka?"
"That person...who is he?"

"Dono hito?"
"Which one?"

"Bookaru no murasaki messhu."
"The lead singer with the purple stripe in his hair."

"Aa. Sena da. San-nen D-gumi, Sena Masashi."
"Oh. That's Sena. Homeroom 3-D, Sena Masashi."

"Sena...Masashi..."

"Asoko wa yameta hou ga ii.
"You shouldn't think about joining them.

Keiongaku doukoukai to nanotte iru ga, kiite wakaru toori no zatsuon da."
They call themselves the 'music lover group,' but as you can tell by listening, it's just noise."

"Shi...shindatte hairimasen yoo."
"I...I'd rather die than join."

Sore izen ni mitsukattara saigo.
More importantly, if he was spotted, that was it.

Nani shiro, otoko no ichiban daiji na tokoro, zentaijuu kakete meippai funzuketa n'da.
After all, he had stomped on the guy's most important place with the weight of his whole body behind it.

Are wa itai. Shinu-hodo itai...
That had to have hurt. It must have hurt so much, it felt like dying...