4 Chatting With A Potential Stalker

Exiting the school building my class had been relocated to, I sighed as I looked around the beaten down and dirty area surrounding the building.

Karasuma said something about needing to keep Korosensei away from the main school which I could agree to. Still, I wondered why they didn't just have us come to this old school building to start with. Having to unpack up all my school stuff just to have to pack it up and move it all here was pretty annoying.

Letting out a yawn, I walked a few meters before finding a pretty sizable tree. Not really caring for secrecy after my show against sensei earlier, I put some power into my feet and jump up to the nearest branch of the tree. Then I jumped off that branch and toward a higher one. This continued until I was at the top of the tree.

When I was at the top, I sat down on a sizable branch and just hung my bag off one of the nearby smaller branches before I opened my bag and took out some sandwiches.

Looking at the BLT sandwiches made with love by my mom, I smiled a little before quickly digging in. The food was devoured with the upmost speed before I took out a bottle of water to wash it down. Then I just watched the surrounding area of the school.

From here I could see the main school building and the mountains that surrounded both the school buildings. 'It's kinda peaceful up here,' I thought, realizing I'd have to come up up more often and in different seasons to get different views...but I was interrupted when I sensed someone coming up behind me, slowly but surely. They didn't make any sound but that didn't stop me from smelling and feeling them move through the vibrations in the tree.

Rolling my eyes, I got my back before standing up and jumping to another tree and then to another tree...and I continued jumping until I was quite far away.

Why did I leave? Because I wanted some peace and quiet. I wasn't aloof in thinking 'I won't be friendly to teenagers' but I just genuinely wanted some peace and quiet right now. I had things to think about that were a bit more serious than some highschoolers trying to get to know me.

Yet the person trying to speak to me obviously didn't get the message because I sensed them a few minutes later. Groaning in annoyance, I turned around and looked down the tree at the person.

Low and behold it was who I thought it was:

It was a beautiful young woman with a deceptively defined physique which my eyes could easily recognize as that of a martial artist's. Other than the athletic nature of her body, she still had a small frame and height of about 5'0" exactly. But she was also deceptively curvy and endowed with a moderately sizeable bosom. She had long black hair, with several bangs that hang over her forehead and two long lengths of hair that drape either side of her face, a small dainty nose, full lips and the trademark eyes of the Kure Clan (black sclera and white irises). Should be obvious who this is, right?

It's Karla Kure from Kengan.

Sighing, I decided to try and figure out exactly why she was here despite having the foreboding feeling that I already knew exactly what she wanted.

"What do you want, Kure-san?" I asked with a straight face, trying to keep my annoyance from showing but failing horribly. If what Karla said was anything to go by, at least.

Pouting, she hung off the branch she was on and looked grumpily up at me, "You don't have to look so annoyed, you know? A beautiful young maiden is trying to speak to you!" she said before continuing indignantly, "If anything, I should be the one who's annoyed--you ran away and completely ignored me!" she said and I felt a vein throbbing in my head, threatening to pop.

"...Didn't it cross your mind that maybe what I wanted was peace and quiet and that's why I jumped away?" I returned what she said with another question before letting out a huff of air, "Whatever. What do you want, Kure-san?"

Looking to me with the same pout as before, she scrambled up to the branch next to me and just sat there, looking at me before a wide smile came across her face, "I like you. Wanna be my boyfriend?" she asked and I buried my face in my hands because I knew this was going to happen. This is what she's like.

'Guess I was asking for it by showing off, huh?' I chided myself before dropping my hands and looking toward the expectant Karla, "No," I answered firmly, "I don't know you. You don't know me. Such a relationship would be doomed to fail. Plus, I have a feeling you have a real overprotective grandpa who'd try and skin me if I touched you," I finished and Karla flinched, her eyes widening for a second before going back to normal.

"E-ehhh? Really? W-why do you feel that?" she asked, her voice stuttering as she did.

Shaking my head at her obvious actions, I calmly gave my reply, "Like I said, it's just a feeling," I answered before looking directly at her, "...Is the reason you like me because of what I did earlier to Korosensei?"

"Yes!" as if forgetting my almost precognition-like ability to know about her grandpa, Karla's expression underwent a complete 180 as she smiled widely with a small flush spread across her cheeks, "You looked so cool when you nearly got him with that surprise attack!" she spoke with a frankly alarming amount of energy and I just gave her a look before looking back at the view from the trees.

"The other guys in the class are strong as well. Well, most of them are," I said, basically humoring her presence at this point.

Karla hummed to the side of me before I saw her shake her head from the corner of my eye, "They seem strong...but they're all kinda short. Not that handsome either. But most of all, they're weaker than you," she said, self-assured of her answers accuracy.

Turning to look at her, I gave her a deadpan expression, "So you're telling me you only want to date me for my appearance and strength? A bit shallow of you, isn't it?" I asked and Karla rolled her eyes before answering.

"Oh, come on! I'm shallow because I have preferences?" she questioned indignantly with an admittedly cute pout, "Let me ask you this: would you feel attracted to someone who isn't your type? Would you date them purely for their personality or other incentives?" she gave me a scrutinizing gaze and I held my hands up in surrender.

"Touché," I answered, knowing that she had me there.

As much as some people complained about girls only caring for looks, guys are exactly the same. Humans as a whole look for beauty in their prospective partners. That's just what's been hard-wired into us by evolution.

This is because good-looking people are usually healthy or they obviously look after themselves which is usually evident through their physiques or their hygiene. Or at the very least they look healthy. What most people think looks attractive is usually just something they think contributes to a healthy partner who's suitable for them. It differs from man to man and woman to woman but it's usually like that. It's like that because when your caveman brain thinks about who would be a suitable partner, it's usually thinking about who could bear/make the best kids and that's usually healthy people.

I mean, of course it can be wrong. Super good-looking people can have health issues or recessive genes that could affect your kids negatively, but hey, evolution ain't perfect.

While I was thinking of this, Karla was looking at me expectantly, like her answer and my admittance that she was right would've changed my mind, "So?" she asked, "Changed your mind about being my boyfriend? We can make loads of super strong babies!" she said much too loud for my liking. We were up on top of a tree pretty far from the old school building but our classmates weren't that far away and having someone say that to you...was surprisingly embarrassing, honestly.

'Now I know how Ohma felt when she did it to him...' I mentally sighed before standing up from my sitting spot, grabbing my bag as I did, putting the simple backpack on, "We have class, Kure-san. I'm fine with being your friend but please don't announce your will to make kids with me in class, yeah? I like it when people don't think I'm a rampant sex fiend," I said in a offhand manner before getting ready to jump off the branch.

"We have class--!" she was cut off by the distance ringing of the bell. Lunch time was pretty short at this school, it seemed, but I guess that's because this is the first week back and it's a well-known fact this school is quite strict with it's students. "Huh," Karla said, seeming somewhat surprised before she laughed and jumped up and onto my back, "Then let's get back to class! Mind giving me a ride?"

"That doesn't seem like a request when you're already on my back, Kure-san," I nonchalantly replied before stepping off the branch and falling about 20 or so meters to the ground.

I slowed myself ever couple meters, kicking off the branches and canceling my momentum as I passed by. This also served to stop me from just hitting every branch on the way down and embarrassing myself. Anyway, when we landed, I grabbed Karla's arm and flung her over my shoulder and onto her feet, "Don't make a habit of jumping onto me, Kure-san. Please," I said, as politely as I could. I understood her behavior but that didn't mean I wanted to tolerate it every time I saw her.

Karla heard me and my seriousness and reluctantly nodded before she snapped to the next topic like we weren't just talking about her clinginess, "If I can't do that...can you instead call me Karla from now on~? I'm gonna be calling you Takuya anyway~"

'Block off one road and she instantly beelines for another one," I sighed before waving my hand in the air, wanting to just get back to class, "Yeah, sure, whatever, Karla," I said before turning around and walking back toward the old school building. Karla seemed thrilled with me accepting it and followed after me. What followed was her speaking to me and me giving answers when I felt like it was convenient.

She was a social butterfly and my lack of answers didn't really deter her. If it weren't for the aggressiveness of some of her actions, she'd actually be a very enjoyable person to speak to.

As it stands, it was fun to speak to the Karla Kure I'd once read about.

It also brought the stark realization that this girl was real. Not a character or a figment of my imagination...but a real, living an breathing human being. It was quite surreal to think about, honestly, and until now I hadn't really had time to think properly about my circumstances.

I was in an anime world, filled with all sorts of anime characters and the current plot I was traversing was that of having to assassinate my homeroom teacher who looks like an octopus alien and can just so happen to move at speeds of up to mach 20. My new life was actually pretty insane...and a part of me was absolutely loving it.

For the first time in a very long time...I actually felt like I wanted to do something with my life.

I didn't want to be the deadbeat 20-year-old I was in my original life and I didn't want to be the introverted victim of bully I was in this life. I wanted to be a new me and this plot, my new abilities and...and that book of experience, they were all things I could use to become the me I wanted to become. A me I could be proud to be.

Thinking this, I found myself smiling the most genuine smile I'd smiled in a long, long time. And I also saw Karla blushing while taking a picture of me with a phone...and I don't know where she got it from.

'She doesn't have a single pocket anywhere on her body--Right, back to class,' I shook my head and dropped the smile but even then I was still smirking.

I just willfully ignored Karla. As cute as her blushing face was.