(Peeking into Class 2-B. Looks left. Looks right. Slips inside suspiciously. Suddenly grabs a student.)
Reporter: Okita Daichi-kun! Good morning. I’m Aika Miaka.
Okita Daichi: Good morning. I’m Okita Daichi.
(Bows politely to the camera and readers.)
Reporter: Okita-kun, I have several questions for you. Please answer honestly.
Okita Daichi: Of course. A real man is always honest.
(Smug expression. Excessive confidence.)
Q: You were the one who caused the chaos last Monday, correct? You broke the window, didn’t you?
(Eyes narrow suspiciously.)
A: No, I was not the one who caused the chaos.
(Firm denial.)
However, it is true that I broke the window.
But… it was an accident.
(Calm face. Strangely dignified tone.)
Q: Could you explain further?
(Professional smile activated.)
A: It happened during second period. The teacher had not yet arrived.
Flashback — Monday, Second Period
Daichi yawned, thoroughly bored while waiting for the lesson to begin. Resting his head on the desk, he prepared to enjoy a brief moment of peace.
Then came the sound.
Bzzzz.
A fly.
He attempted to ignore it. He truly did. But the buzzing persisted, circling him like a personal enemy. He waved it away with his hand. It returned. He rolled up a book and attempted to swat it. Missed.
After a minute, the fly settled on the classroom window.
He opened the window. “Leave,” he implied silently.
The fly refused.
Daichi gave it one final opportunity.
Live… or perish.
The fly chose poorly.
As his patience reached absolute zero, Daichi exited the classroom, retrieved a fire extinguisher, and carried it back inside. No one questioned him. No one stopped him. No one thought this was unusual.
The fly remained near the window.
Daichi closed the window.
He steadied his breathing.
Calculated the distance.
Aligned his target.
And swung.
Victory.
The fly was defeated.
The window, unfortunately, was not as resilient.
Glass shattered.
At that precise moment, Izumi Ryuki returned from the toilet. Observing shards of glass scattered across his seat, he reacted instinctively—by grabbing the nearest chair and throwing it at Daichi.
Thus, chaos was born.
Back to Present
The reporter was speechless.
The cameraman was speechless.
The readers… were also speechless.
Okita Daichi: Well, it was merely an incident, wasn’t it? How was I supposed to know the window would break so easily? The school should install sturdier glass. One that can withstand minor impacts.
Reporter (internally): You used a fire extinguisher to kill a fly. Of course the glass broke.
Reporter: Thank you for your time today, Okita-kun.
(Bows politely while reconsidering career choices.)
(Moves a safe distance away from the suspect.)
Reporter (to camera): And that concludes today’s investigation into the Class 2-B incident. The truth may be unexpected, but facts are facts.
Until next time.
(Still processing what she has just heard.)
