The Klutzy Class Monitor and the Girl with the Short Skirt

- -

-So I-- -What up, guys?

And so he just went in head first.

- How many times is this? -Hmm?

Must I tell you again?

Your hair color and skirt length are both entirely inappropriate!

Who's making you, dork?

I don't remember asking!

And it's none of your business anyway!

It's exactly my business!

You and I are both students of this school.

And as class monitor, this is my responsibility!

To keep warning you till the problem is fixed!

And I'm gonna keep telling you to go kick rocks!

You think you're the only one who's read the handbook?

It says right here.

"Appearances must comply with accepted social standards."

And girls rocking light-colored hair and miniskirts

has been socially acceptable

for, like, the last three freaking decades!

If you call this acceptable,

I must ask whose standards you're following.

- -Do they find it acceptable

that your attire is so prone to exposing your underwear?

If so, then they are accepting indeed,

because you are a brazen exhibitionist!

Huh?! What the hell are you saying?

It's not like anyone's actually seeing my panties out here!

As a matter of fact, I've seen them twice,

perhaps even three times myself!

On that note,

the patterns you wear seem deliberately designed

-to inflame the passions. -

-I can't say I approve. -

So quit looking, you pervert!

And do you really have to tell me

in the creepiest way possible?!

Right. Apologies.

Allow me to rephrase that. It was incredibly hot--

Die, freak!

Get back here immediately!

Dress code aside,

violence is inarguably prohibited.

But I won't be able to report this incident to the school

until I get your name and--

- -

A tiny rainbow shimmered

in the gentle May breeze.

THE KLUTZY CLASS MONITOR AND THE GIRL WITH THE SHORT SKIRT

THE CLASS MONITOR IS A KLUTZ

Ugh, I wish that pervert would get off my back already.

Yeah. Sakuradaimon's

a real stick in the mud.

Good thing he didn't get your name in class,

or he'd be stuck to you like glue all through lunch.

- - For real.

You gotta keep that hidden from him at any cost.

I don't even mean just 'cause you'd get in trouble.

Dude, shut up.

If he found out, I would literally die.

- Hey, Kohinata. -Mm?

Mm.

Uh, yes?

MATH SUPPLEMENTAL LESSONS REMAIN HERE IF YOU WERE ASSIGNED

Man, this sucks.

Just 'cause I cut class a few times.

Really? No one else here?

- -Mm.

I beg your pardon.

Wait, it's the klutz!

Okay, don't freak out.

It's not like I did anything wrong, right?

I'm here for supplemental lessons, that's all.

Oh, it's you?

This supplemental lesson should cover all classes.

Are you the only student?

Yeah, obviously.

What about it, dork?

Wait, why are you even here?

I have a message for you

from our math teacher, Mr. Murata.

He was called to a sudden meeting.

As soon as you've completed this worksheet,

you'll be free to go.

Cool. Message received.

Didn't have to make a whole thing out of it.

Don't scare me like that.

Right, then. Let's get to it.

He's assigned here, too?!

Okay, I'm gonna head out.

Got it.

Good work today.

Get home safe.

I got supplemental lessons for skipping,

not sucking at math,

but either way, this was a pretty easy worksheet.

So are you, like, an actual moron or something?

CRICK CRACK

Oh, jeez. Is he mad?

Or just frustrated?

Or possessed?

Throughout my school life,

I've been able to get by on dedication.

Because I'm decidedly lacking in scholarly ability.

Got it. Actual moron.

In particular, I'm devastatingly bad at math.

In more general terms,

I tend to have great difficulty with thinking flexibly.

I could've told you

you were way too rigid in your mindset.

Sucks to suck.

I don't have a comeback for that.

As a class monitor,

being a model student is part of my duties.

My inadequacy shames me.

Listen, I'm pretty good at math,

so how 'bout I tutor you?

-And in return, you can-- -Thanks, but no thanks.

There's no point in me being here

unless I can solve the problems on my own.

The point is learning how to solve them, doofus!

You're screwing yourself over with your rigid thinking.

You go to math class so the teacher can teach you

to solve math problems, right?

Well, obviously.

-That's what class is. -Hey, genius!

You notice how the blackboard says "supplemental lessons"?

The teacher couldn't make it, but we're still in a class!

Did anyone tell you that you weren't allowed to ask for help,

or did you just assume it

in that stiff little skull of yours?

So, we doin' this?

I would be grateful for the help.

Thank you very much.

I'd still be wracking my brain if not for you.

You think so?

But even beyond the math worksheet,

you taught me something.

I do assume too much

and think too rigidly.

It's clear I had you wrong.

You are certainly not the problem student

I had taken you for.

I realize now that you're quite a kind young lady.

I didn't help you out for free.

In exchange, I want you to quit

bugging me about my hair and my skirt length.

-That's out of the question. -Huh?!

How is that fair, ya jerk?

As I mentioned this morning,

your skirt still reveals far too much for comfort.

More so when you're standing on the stairs like that.

You don't have to look, pervert!

Setting aside my personal preferences entirely,

the fact is, you're a very pretty girl,

and that could become a liability.

You're also kind and outgoing.

I only ask that you look out for your well-being.

Well, thanks.

But in any case,

you've taught me a valuable lesson

on the importance of thinking flexibly.

You may wear your skirt up

to five centimetres above the knee.

Call it a compromise.

I'm gonna call it "not enough."

Also, I'm happy to finally know your name.

Huh?

It was on your worksheet, Miss Kohinata.

But I couldn't tell how to read your first name.

"Bishou"?

or "Hohoemi"? Maybe--

-My name's... -Huh?

Yes?

It's "Poem" actually, like in English.

Uh...

Quit making that face, you idiot!

It's the kanji for "Hohoemi," but read as "Poem"!

KOMAZAWA HIGH SCHOOL

So you're the one who sticks around

to lock the gates after school, huh?

I never really thought about it.

Yes, it's part of my duties.

And so is unlocking them.

I take the keys home with me.

Wait, for real? You open them?

As class monitor,

I'm obliged to ensure

all students are commuting safely.

Meaning I must arrive earlier,

and leave later than anyone else!

Just imagine if you put that same level

of effort into your studies.

That's a good point.

You were forced to stay late

thanks to my own poor study habits.

Sincerest apologies, Miss Poem.

Never use my first name!

Right. I'll make note of that.

And I should say