第3話 - シューヘッド・グローブオヒコ、参上！
Volume 1 - Episode 3
[Narrator: When people come into life, it's quiet. Soft knock. Careful self-introduction. A handshake, a smile, and everything is perfectly polite. But there are also people like Shohead Grove Ohiko. He throws insults that are sharpened like a blade, hangs his shoes around his neck like a trophy, and comes with the expression, ''I have one more night to sleep before I fall into a philosophical crisis.''. Liyula Chico has already survived the principal's caffeine collapse and lockers full of confetti. He has taken on the challenge of vending machines, mourned the gyoza, and narrated the feelings of the hamster. But this is ―― this is different. This is the arrival of humans who are just as broken and just as strange. Someone who hides behind jokes, just like Riyura hides behind laughter. Someone who bakes shoes on a campfire and calls it a tradition. I want you to pay attention. This guy is important.]
A morning that wasn't supposed to be chaotic
Chaos haunts a human named Riyura Shiko like a cloud. It's not malicious ―― just...it's like gravity. Like a planet orbiting the sun or a piece of paper orbiting a vacuum cleaner. The second day at Jeremy High School had already rewritten the rule of "normal", but the third day began like a sunrise made of pure absurdity.
Riyura went to school wearing a perfectly ironed uniform...with the exception of a bow tie that pulsated faintly as if it was carving its own heartbeat. Every time he walked, his shoes squeaked, and every step he made unintended musical screams ―― sound, Mi sound, Se sharp ――, and the entire hallway turned into a symphony of chance.
He stopped in the center of the hallway and declared without turning to anyone. “ Today I won't start chaos.”
Between. He then took out a class hamster from his pocket and placed it on his head like a jewel. “ “Instead”, he declared. `` I will narrate the life of that hamster!”
The hamster moved sharply. Riyura's voice switched to a documentary-style ironic tone. “ Behold...a brave hamster crosses my dangerous purple-haired tundra. Many people died in this climate. Few people can withstand high altitudes.”
A crowd formed. It's the usual thing. Like when students whisper, giggle, or watch an unstoppable natural disasterExhausted and in awe, he simply shook his head. Riyura was bathing in it. Then ――
“Good hair, Shiko. Are you aiming for 『 discounted cactus 』 today or have you lost the battle with static electricity generators?” The voice interjected like a blade wrapped in irony.
Riyura turned around. He was there.
The Shohead Globeohico
He was tall, a little too tall for a high school student. He had brown hair that made him feel like he had been defeated by gravity. The green hoodie was worn like a frame, and the most prominent thing was a pair of sneakers tied together and hung around the neck like the Olympic medal at the Grand Prize for Confusing Fashion.
He had a lasting look on his face, as if he were between doze off and a philosophical crisis. “ “Ah”, Riyura grinned. " You're the new rival character.”
Shohead raised his eyebrows. “ And that's why you have an emergency evacuation plan 『 for our school 』 personality explosion.” The hallway gasped. The duel of words has begun.
Week of Insults
The next week, Shohead was merciless.
"Shiko, you look like a triangular cone dreaming of becoming human." "Be careful with that bow tie, you might be strangling the last brain cell to death." "Your lunch is a sign of regret. It smells like a circus"
All the insults were sharp ――, but each time Shohead muttered in a barely audible voice: “ Sorry, I just want to be friends. But I was too lazy.”
Riyura was aware. I was aware of everything. But instead of pointing it out, he answered with a dazzling smile. “ It's like emotional constipation, shoe head!”
The whole class groaned.
By Friday, rumors were circulating that Shohead and Riyura were in an epic rivalry that could end with a battle scene similar to the anime's opening. The truth was stranger and smaller. They were orbiting friendship like two planets afraid of collision.
Fire behind the school
That afternoon, Riyura followed Shohead to the back of the school ―― by a series of "coincidences", not intentionally of course. There they found him crouching next to a small fire made of twigs and empty cans.
It smelled faintly burnt. Riyura tilted her head. “ You...shoes...Are you baking?” Shohead didn't look up. “ "It's my routine." "Your routine", Riyura repeated to make sure it wasn't a mistake.
"ah. "I've been doing it since I was little", Shohead muttered. " At my grandparents' house. It doesn't matter if it's leather or canvas. Bake and chew. That's tradition...” "You eat shoes", Riyura said indifferently. Shoehead shrugged. “ ah. And I hate it myself. Because it makes me feel weird. So to distract yourself from that strangeness, say bad things about others.”
Unusually, Riyura couldn't find any words to say back. The wind pulled his hair. A campfire exploded quietly between the two.
He sat next to Shohead. “ "That's the most honest thing anyone's ever said to me this week", he said quietly. " Don't hate yourself for being weird. Weirdness is proof that the universe remembers you.”
Shohead snorted. “ You don't say anything like fortune cookies.” "Then I'm the best fortune cookie you've ever broken." Riyura said with a smile. The two sat in silence. Shoes stuck in sticks slowly baked like war crimes with just strange children, bonfires, and cooking.
Eventually, Shohead sighed. “ You're weird, Shiko. But...it's not bad.'' ''In other words, you like me.'' Riyura teased. '' Shut up.” "Understood!"
Fateful Campfire Oath
At that moment, I could have ended it there, but Riyura had an incurable allergy to calmness. He grabbed a stick and started baking marshmallows next to Shohead's sneakers.
Shohead glared at him. “ That marshmallow tastes like leg regret.” "Perfect", Riyura said. " It's a real flavor.”
By sunset, the bonfire was getting smaller and Shohead was finally smiling ―― a little, but enough. He cleared his throat. “ Hey. Don't tell anyone about this, okay? It's about shoes. Everyone thinks I'm a weirdo now.”
Riyura's grinning smile has become kinder. “ Shohead, my probably best friend (self-proclaimed), I'll keep your secret. But instead, you have to admit that you like my eccentric behavior.” "I ――" "Admit it" Shohead moaned and muttered, as if signing a cursed contract. “ Understood. I like your eccentric behavior. ...It's acceptable.” Riyura gasped at the play. " These are the happiest words I've ever been told!”
He jumped up and spread his hands toward the sky. “ We are now united by the sacred 『 fateful campfire oath 』!” Shohead groaned even louder. “ What is that?”
"It's decided now!"
Before Shohead could argue, Riyura snatched the half-burnt shoes and began spinning like a possessed person. “ Baptize our friendship with the flames of our footwear!”
“Stop it! That's my dinner!”
The next 60 seconds were the very incarnation of chaos. Riyula ran around in a circle, and Shohead jumped at him as if a desperate zoo keeper were chasing a crazy flamingo. The shoes soared in the air, the two jumped in pursuit, time went into slow motion, dramatic music sounded in their imagination, and the shoes ―― perfectly, poetically ―― again into the fire. landed.
The two fell silent and breathed wildly. “ ...I can still eat it.” Shohead pulled it out with a stick and finally said,. Riyura wiped the fictitious sweat from her forehead. “ Indeed, fate wanted this to be even more crunchy.”
Starry sky over ashes
The night has deepened. They sat down again and chewed ―― lilyula marshmallows and shohead tragically but lovingly sneakers. The stars were blinking overhead as witnesses to that utterly meaningless sacrament.
"Hey", Shohead said, filling his mouth with a lump of rubber. " You're more annoying when you act like a good guy.” Riyura looked up at the sky and smiled. " Like. It means it's done right.”
The bonfire crackled and the spark rose like a small soul. Something changed at that moment ―― small, invisible, but certain. The beginning of a friendship sewn together by laughter and weirdness and acceptance.
The next morning (no one was preparing)
I could have ended there. However, life with Liyura never ends quietly.
The next morning, all students found the two sleeping next to the ashes of a bonfire. Burning sneakers and melted marshmallows were scattered around, and handmade signs were erected on the ground.
“Fateful Campfire Oath — Members Only”
By noon,Half of the schools were participating. The shoe-baking trend swept Jeremy High School like a mental epidemic. The school cafeteria staff ran out of cooking utensils. There was even a guy in chemistry class who tried to burn loafers using a Bunsen burner. Teachers began holding emergency meetings.
Meanwhile, Shohead and Riyura sit on the roof and watch the smoke from their burnt shoes rise into the sky. “ You've started a movement,'' Shohead muttered.
"We started it", Riyura corrected. " Together. I'm the flame and you're the shoes.” "That's actually a bit poetic." "Sometimes it gets deeper by accident", Riyura said. " That's scary.”
Unusually, the two laughed together. Not a defensive reaction, but a real laugh.
Ending sequence (in your imagination)
From that day on, Shohead stopped hiding behind jokes. For some reason, Riyura also felt a little quiet. Their friendship became the unspoken heart of Jeremy High School ―― something stupid but kind and unpredictable that no one can define.
Last shot: Two people walking under the sunset. The shoehead sneakers are still hanging around her neck, and Riyula hums the school song tone-deafly.
In the middle of the end credits, the line is in bold: ''Next time of the bowtie hurricane: Liyula Chico chronicle — next preview...'' — The screen freezes with the laughter of two people, and the light of fire danced deep in their eyes. continues. —
[Narrator: Riyura Shiko. Day 3. They achieved friendship under what can only be described as fate, wearing bonfires, roasted sneakers, and rubber soles. Shohead Grove Ohiko came hurling insults at me, but he was sitting next to me, eating shoe leather like a five-star meal, under the stars. This is the truth about humans hiding behind jokes. Underneath all the sharp irony is usually someone sitting by a bonfire who wants to be understood without bothering to explain himself. I didn't fix him. He didn't fix me either. We just exchanged vows and inadvertently started the movement, and now our chemistry teacher has confiscated the loafers. Absolutely. It's a perfectly normal week. Dear readers, leave the channel as is. The campfire is still warm and Shohead hasn't bought me marshmallows yet.]
TO BE CONTINUED...( Continue
