The ringing and vibrating sound of a phone is jarring in the silence of the bedroom. I ignored it as I lay motionless on the bed - with my eyes closed and my breathing even - pretending I am asleep as I wait for Kami-Sama to relocate my soul into a new body. What's taking them so long? Don't they know I have been waiting for a full night and more for them to correct their mistakes? Lying down waiting like this for hours is very tiring. I'll have to give them a bad review of their service later!

The phone rings again. The ringtone is set to the typical ringing sound, which is very annoying. What kind of brainless girl would set such a boring tone for their phone? Don't she feel any shame? Also, this bedroom is as boring as the ringtone, so this girl could be that plain and unnoticeable creature called 'side character 1'. Thin as a board and plain as a blade of grass; she has a hard life in her future. Maybe she will become an unmarried office lady. Or worse, a NEET. Someone who cannot survive by herself and has to rely on her parents for support.

As I ponder her dark and depressing future, the phone stops ringing, but then started again not two seconds later. I growled in disgust. I hate answering phones, especially when I do not expect it. And I super hate answering other people's phones on their behalf. But this caller seems very determined to make me do something I super hate. No way in hell.

When it rings for the fourth time, I have had enough of the aggravating thing. I reach for the phone reluctantly and take a look at the flashing icons. My finger is ready to reject the call when the words on the screen, 'Nagashima-Sensei' jump into my brain. Oops. A high school girl still lying in her bed. Now her sensei is calling. What day is today again? More importantly, what time is it now?!

Like it or not I have to answer this call as soon as possible, or sensei would show up at the door wanting to meet this girl face-to-face. I'm not having that!

"He- hello..." My voice sounded raspy and thin. Good going, me.

"Minagawa-san? Is that you?" Nagashima-Sensei turns out to be a woman with a lovely voice. Eh, maybe I could talk for a bit.

"Yes, sensei. I am Minagawa." I try to answer her as sweet as possible. Talk like a girl, I remind myself. "I am not feeling well today. My head is aching, my stomach feels very warm, my head is hot though, and my feet a little cold. Also, the ear thermometer in my ear says my temperature is at 38.8 Celcius. So I decided not to go to school, in case I pass out in class and have to spend the day in the infirmary with a handsome sensei... um-" Oh sh*t, that sounds like a hentai manga plot.

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"Ah, alright, alright, no need to go on. I kind of guessed that you're sick. You're not the type to miss school days for nothing. But shouldn't you call me, your homeroom teacher, immediately? Not calling in sick is against the rules you know?" Whoa, sensei is nagging me! How long has it been since a woman ever bothers to? Well, other than my mom, of course. Is she as beautiful as her voice though?

"I am really sorry, sensei. I forgot." I answered and fake-coughed a few times to get some sympathy points.

"Young people shouldn't be that forgetful. Sigh... But since you're not well, I understand. Don't do it again, though."

"Okay, I promise... Sensei, what're your three sizes? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"..." I could only hear some clicking sound.

"It's okay for a girl like me to ask a woman these questions right? It's called girl talk, sensei." I think. Girls talk to each other about these all the time, right?

"Yes, okay... 36-24-36; no, I don't have a boyfriend. What's with the sudden interest?"

"I just want to know. Those are some excellent numbers. What's your cup size? It should be D or E, right? Also, you're not married yet?"

"..." Sensei's quiet again. Before I could say something to persuade her, she replied.

"Aiko Minagawa, I think you need to see a doctor. I know you're living alone. So if you want, I can come to your home and take you to a nearby clinic."

"Eh, no, no, it's okay, sensei. I just want to chat because it's boring living alone. I'm about to take some cold medicine and rest now. There is no need for a doctor." Sigh, I guess she is too shy to have a girl talk on the phone?

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes. You have classes to teach, right, sensei? I don't want to be a bother and prevent others from getting their lessons. I will be fine after some rest, don't worry."

After some more advice to make sure I rest properly, Nagashima-Sensei finally hung up. Whew, that was close. She's such a caring person. I wish I had a homeroom teacher like her in high school. Her lovely voice is really a balm to my wretched mind. I just want to listen to her voice more. A real man should take his relief whenever a chance presented itself.

As I replaced the phone back into its cradle, I see a handwritten note on the bedside table. The handwriting is very neat, almost like a print, and very concise.

The words read: I don't want to live anymore. Signed: Aiko Minagawa.

My heart stuttered. I read the note again and again to make sure. This... is too shocking. This high school girl killed herself? Why? Such a shame...

Don't tell me she thought of the same thing I did and feel that her future is too depressing, so she killed herself? It's not like those things cannot be remedied. She only needs to eat more meat to fix her extra-thin body. Get her breasts to D cup, and her butt size to 36 inches like Nagashima-Sensei. It's not impossible. And she can wear more stylish clothes, wear makeup to fix her plainness. With these weapons, her future would surely be very bright. At least she should be able to be an awesome teacher like Nagashima-Sensei.