A Pretty Girl Has Her First Kiss Stolen By an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 2.21

Class Match Closing Ceremony

The class match leader stepped onto the stage and gave the closing speech.

The gymnasium was packed with students from all grades, and despite the ventilation efforts, the heat was overwhelming.

Next, the principal and the P.E. teacher gave their speeches. Finally, the ceremony ended with everyone singing the school anthem, led by the cheer captain.

“Senior Wakamatsu, can we take a photo with you?”

As Wakamatsu finished taking photos with the student council members and was about to return to the classroom, a group of first-year students called out.

She happily agreed and stood beside the girls for the photos. More and more people joined in, forming a line before she even realized it.

“We worked just as hard, you know? Right, Wakamatsu?”

“While you’re at it, try recruiting them for the student council.”

Even as her seniors patted her on the back, Wakamatsu kept smiling and continued taking photos with her juniors.

She shook hands when asked, accepted small gifts, and felt a little guilty about not having anything to give in return. But refusing would probably be even ruder.

“Can I get a hug?”

“I saw your name on the relay list! Looking forward to the sports festival!”

“Can I have your contact info?”

As Wakamatsu responded to each request, her thoughts drifted to Shizuku Mizuhara.

By the time the line disappeared, more than thirty minutes had passed since the closing ceremony ended.

Without even changing out of her P.E. uniform, she ran down the hallway.

When she reached the infirmary, only the school nurse, Ms. Sato, was there, looking surprised.

“Where’s Mizuhara…?”

“She already went home.”

“Wait, seriously?”

Wakamatsu closed the infirmary door and grabbed her phone.

“Hello, Mizuhara? Where are you—oh.”

“Oh.”

Both of them froze with their phones to their ears.

At the top of the stairs, Mizuhara stood there.

Overjoyed, Wakamatsu ran up without hesitation and pulled her into a hug.

“Hey, wait—”

Mizuhara panicked, but Wakamatsu only hugged her tighter.

The familiar scent of Mizuhara, mixed with a little sweat, filled her senses.

Feeling her warm, soft body against hers, all the exhaustion from the past two days faded away.

Seeing that Mizuhara looked fine despite the bandage on her finger, Wakamatsu felt relieved.

“Stop it, what if someone sees?”

“Who cares?”

“I’ll get targeted by your fans!”

“Haha, what are you even saying?”

Wakamatsu buried her face in Mizuhara’s neck.

Since Mizuhara had tied her hair up today, the back of her neck was completely exposed.

“Hey, give me a reward, Mizuhara.”

She rubbed her head against Mizuhara’s shoulder.

“A reward for what?”

“I worked hard running the event, and I played as a substitute too!”

“Hehe, I guess you did.”

Mizuhara gently lifted Wakamatsu’s face, making her reluctantly pull away.

When their eyes met, Mizuhara’s expression was unusually warm.

“Aren’t you going to give me something?”

“You’re being way too clingy today. What’s up with you?”

“I was thinking about you all day, Mizuhara.”

Puffing up her cheeks, Wakamatsu pouted.

Mizuhara flinched for a moment at the sight but quickly regained her composure.

“What do you want? Ice cream?”

“Ice cream is easy to get anytime…”

“Ugh, you’re so spoiled today.”

Wakamatsu pulled Mizuhara’s arm closer and whispered in her ear.

“I worked hard… so give me a kiss.”

Then, she planted a soft kiss on Mizuhara’s ear.

Mizuhara quickly covered her bright red ears and muttered, “Idiot…”

Pulling Mizuhara along, Wakamatsu entered the third meeting room.

During the class match, it had been used as a temporary girls’ locker room, so the entire space was covered with black curtains.

After making sure no one was around, Wakamatsu locked the door.

She sat on a desk and looked up at Mizuhara.

Taking Mizuhara’s hand, she guided it to her lips.

When Wakamatsu lightly licked her fingertips, Mizuhara’s hand flinched.

“Kiss me, Mizuhara.”

Wakamatsu gave a gentle tug on her arm, and Mizuhara let out a sigh, as if giving in.

Their lips met in a few light pecks before Wakamatsu deepened the kiss.

She wrapped her arms around Mizuhara’s neck, bringing their faces even closer.

Their tongues hesitantly brushed against each other, then slowly entwined.

“Mmm… what?”

“Kissing feels good, Mizuhara…”

“Yeah? That’s good to hear.”

Wakamatsu’s whole body buzzed with excitement.

It had been so long since they had kissed like this.

Just as a sweet shiver ran through her body, Mizuhara pulled away.

“Okay, that’s enough.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t give me that disappointed look…”

Mizuhara looked at her with slightly furrowed brows and traced Wakamatsu’s lips with her finger.

Even that small touch felt so good.

“You can have more tomorrow.”

With a small smile, Mizuhara unlocked the door.

Wakamatsu quickly got up from the desk, and they left the room together.

“Let’s go on a date next weekend, Mizuhara.”

“What about studying for exams?”

“I’ll make sure I’m fine! You do the same, okay?”

Surprisingly, Mizuhara agreed with a simple “Alright.”

Feeling like she had something new to look forward to, Wakamatsu walked down the hallway with a spring in her step.