Hajime - A Pubescent Low-Life Dreams Not of A Bunny Girl Senpai

Editor: Futhington

Illustration Editors: Flashkirby99, MPT, and Plot

Hey, lets kiss.

Said the girl that had come to tease me, then vanished from before me for a while.

In the end, this could be called a tale of the romance between me, her, and them... probably. Maybe.

On the final day of Golden Week, Azusagawa Sakuta encountered a wild bunny girl. It had been around twenty minutes since he had cycled away from his apartment. The townscape surrounding Shonandai Station where the Odakyu Enoshima, Soutetsu Izumino and Yokohama Municipal Subway lines intersected had come into his sight. It was a calm commuter town with relatively few of the tall buildings typical of the suburbs. As he passed the station on his left, Sakuta turned right at the lights and after less than a minute had reached his destination: the library.

Sakuta left his bike at the roughly half-filled rack and headed into the building. No matter how many times he came, he could never get used to the particular silence characteristic of libraries, and stiffened slightly.

Simply because it was the largest library in the area, there were a large number of patrons. There was a middle-aged man that Sakuta often saw in the magazine and newspaper corner, which was right next to the entrance, reading the sports section with a displeased expression. His baseball team had probably lost yesterday.

As he arrived in front of the loans counter his eyes fell on the tables which filled most of the inside. High school students, university students, and workers stood out, with laptops opened in front of them.

As he absently acknowledged their presence, Sakuta moved to the bookcases with hardcover contemporary novels. Bending down slightly he shifted his gaze across the alphabetised spines; he was looking for a book that began with Yu and compared to Sakutas height of 172 centimetres, the short bookcase barely reached his waist.

He soon found the book his sister had requested. It was written by Yuigahama Kanna, its title was The Princes Poison Apple and it had been released four or five years ago. She had enjoyed the authors previous work and had decided that she would chase after all of them.

Sakuta took the rather tattered book from the short bookcase. It was right at that instant, as he raised his head to take it to the loans counter, that filled his vision.

A bunny girl was standing between the bookcases.

He blinked several times, unsure if it was an illusion or something different, and took in her appearance and existence.

She had glossy black high heels on her feet. Her legs were wrapped in slightly translucent black stockings that showed her skin colour through them. Likewise a black leotard emphasised her curves and, while her chest was modest, showed off her cleavage well. Her wrists had white cuffs around them; accenting the look and, of course, a black bow-tie was around her neck.

Removing the height from her heels, she stood at around 165 centimetres. Her refined face had a somewhat bored expression upon it and an adult listlessness and sex appeal flowed from her.

At first, he wondered if there was some kind of filming going on, but when he looked around there were no adults that looked like TV staff. She was completely alone, a stray. Amazingly she was a wild bunny girl.

Of course, her presence filled the early-afternoon library. Would out of place be the term? The only places that Sakuta could think of that were inhabited by bunny girls were Las Vegas casinos and slightly shady restaurants, but in any case: she was out of place. However, the real reason for Sakutas surprise was something completely different. That being that although she was in such an ostentatious outfit, no one was looking at her.

The hell?

He couldnt hold in his voice and a nearby librarian shot a glare at him, telling him to be quiet. While he nodded back at the librarian, he thought No, no, theres someone else you should be worried about.

But that in itself was what cemented Sakutas strange conviction. No one was concerned with the bunny girl: there wasnt even the restrained disturbance from ignoring something, no sign that anyone had noticed her at all.

Normally, if they had a stimulating bunny next to them, even the student that was currently grappling with statute books, his brow furrowed, would look up. The older man reading the newspaper would have kept pretending to read and stolen glances at her, while the librarian would have had to politely scold her with something like: Those clothes are a little

It was strange, it was clearly strange. It was almost like she was a ghost that only Sakuta could see.

A trail of cold sweat ran down his back.

Ignoring his unease the bunny girl reached out for a book, and headed to a study corner within the library. On her way, she peered at a students face and stuck her tongue out, waved a hand around between a workers face and his tablet PC as if to make sure he couldnt see her. When she knew that they wouldnt react, she smiled in satisfaction and then took the empty seat that was furthest in.

The university student opposite her didnt notice. Even when she adjusted the chest area of the leotard, that had slipped down slightly, he didnt react in the slightest. Even though she should certainly have been in his field of view

After a while, the student gathered up his books and started getting ready to leave. Then, as if nothing had happened, he left and as he did so he didnt glance at the girls chest.

After worrying over it for a while, Sakuta sat down in place of the student that had just vacated the seat. He stared fixedly at the bunny girl. At the curves of her arms that flowed from her bared shoulders, the pale skin from her neck to her chest, at the oddly sensual, gentle motions that accompanied each of her breaths. Despite being in a library, which should give the impression of diligence, it seemed like his mood would take a strange tone. No, his mood had already gone strange enough.