The Princess Sitting Next to Me is a Sweet Girlfriend Only in Front of Me
“So, why don’t we sit and talk? There are plenty of chairs over there.”
“…No, I don’t think we have much time before the homeroom starts, and it’s not like it matters anyway…”
“Eh?”
…Should I sit down?
There’s no way I can resist a sulking Fia.
Though, to be honest, seeing Fia pout is a rare experience in itself.
The resource room seems to double as a storage area, with unused chairs stacked in the corner of the room.
We decided to grab two of them, place them side by side, and just casually chat.
“…Why did you put them side by side?”
“Would it have been better to face each other?”
“No, it’s fine…”
It’s just… aren’t they too close?
That’s all I thought.
Because they really are close.
Specifically, the chairs are almost touching each other.
The chairs themselves are fairly large, so our bodies aren’t pressed together or anything.
“It’s fine, isn’t it? We always sit like this anyway.”
“Not this close, though…”
Well, sure, in class, but we rarely sit next to each other in the first place, do we?
I don’t have the guts to sit relaxed in that troublesome space.
Once homeroom is over, I leave the classroom as soon as possible, and Fia does the same most of the time.
“Hmmph, hehehe.”
“You’re in a good mood today.”
“I’m in a great mood, hmmph!”
Fia, at her maximum level of happiness.
She’s swinging her legs back and forth while smiling.
Honestly, I’ve never seen Fia this cheerful before.
From having lunch with her yesterday, I can tell she’s clearly let her guard down around me.
After all, she shared her secret with me, and judging from how she reacted when her true identity was revealed, it’s clear she values me as a friend, at the very least.
Even so, even so.
Watching her like this makes me feel all kinds of awkward.
Not only do I still haven’t fully grasped the distance between us after learning Fia’s true identity, but I’d honestly prefer to speak to her using formal language if I could.
Officially, all students are considered equal within the school.
But in reality, the status of one’s family greatly influences the school’s hierarchy.
In that sense, there’s a world of difference between me, a commoner, and Fia, who is “actually” royalty.
The truth is, the reason I don’t use formal language with her is simply because the school discourages it.
Still, even setting aside the issue of social status…
If I were to use formal language with Fia, it’s easy to imagine she’d react as if I’d just committed some unforgivable offense.
“Hey, Fia.”
“Hmm? What is it?”
For now, I’ll just continue being myself and enjoy some casual conversation with Fia.
