A Pretty Girl Has Her First Kiss Stolen By an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 2.8
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- Episode 2.8 - "Wakamatsu's Ears Are Weak Too"
Friday, May 20
“Can I hug you?”
That question came just as they had reached a good stopping point in their studies.
In Mizuhara’s room, they sat diagonally across from each other with a foldable table between them. Watching Wakamatsu’s reaction, the classmate leaned in closer. Her arms wrapped around Wakamatsu’s back.
“W-Why so suddenly…?”
“I’m tired from studying for the test. I need some comfort.”
She pulled him into an embrace, pressing their bodies together.
Feeling the softness of Mizuhara Shizuku’s chest against him, Wakamatsu was once again reminded that they were the same gender, with similar body types. His heart pounded so loudly he worried Mizuhara might hear it.
“Hugs have a relaxing effect, you know?”
“Yeah, yeah. Oxytocin, right?”
“Haha, you really know your stuff, Wakamatsu!”
Mizuhara Shizuku smiled innocently, a cute and carefree expression.
“Come on, wrap your arms around me too.”
Following her lead, Wakamatsu hesitantly placed his hands on her back. His face turned red, so he buried it against her shoulder to hide it.
“That tickles.”
“…You’re used to this kind of thing, huh, Mizuhara?”
“This kind of thing?”
Mizuhara dodged the question.
“You know… things couples do.”
“I’m not used to it at all.”
“Yeah, right. Someone who’s not used to this wouldn’t be so touchy.”
Wakamatsu pouted as he argued back. In response, Mizuhara tightened her embrace. Wakamatsu instinctively did the same, pulling her even closer.
“I just like physical contact. It makes me feel safe.”
Mizuhara ran her fingers through Wakamatsu’s hair, exposing his ear to the cool air.
“Do you do this with your other friends too?”
“…No, not with friends.”
“Then… am I not your friend?”
“…I don’t know.”
Mizuhara’s slender fingers traced the edge of Wakamatsu’s ear, slowly, teasingly.
Her fingers played with it for a moment before pulling away—only to be replaced by her lips, pressed lightly against his ear.
“Hey.”
Her voice vibrated directly against his skin. Just that single word sent a shiver from his back down to his waist.
“Yakumura-san always talks close to your ear like this, doesn’t she?”
“R-Really?”
“Yeah. But with you, she gets even closer.”
Mizuhara held him tightly, not letting go.
Her lips, which had been near his ear, moved down to his neck.
A soft kiss.
The quiet “chu” sound echoed in Wakamatsu’s ears, sending another tremor through him.
Mizuhara let out a small sigh, resting her forehead against his shoulder. Her hair tickled his neck.
“Wakamatsu, your ears are weak too, huh?”
“What do you mean, ‘too’…?”
Besides, the only time his body ever reacted this strongly was when Mizuhara touched him.
Even when Yakumura whispered in his ear, held his hand, or brushed his lips—it never sent this kind of electric sensation through him.
“T-That’s not true.”
“Heh, acting tough.”
Mizuhara, completely in control, chuckled.
She reached out to touch his ear again, but this time, Wakamatsu caught her hand, stopping her.
“What about you, Mizuhara?”
He held her hand tightly and asked.
She loosened her embrace, placing her hand on his shoulder instead. Their faces were so close.
“Want to find out?”
A quiet gasp escaped him.
Mizuhara guided Wakamatsu’s hand to her ear.
His fingertips brushed against her silky hair.
Without thinking, his hand twitched.
Why did even the smallest touches make him react so much?
“…No, I’ll stop.”
Touching Mizuhara Shizuku’s ear in this moment—it felt like crossing a line he absolutely shouldn’t.
“Yeah, I figured,” Mizuhara said, smiling playfully as she looked at him.
To her, was touching others this casually insignificant?
The way she stayed composed while smiling only emphasized the gap between their experiences.
“Well, you like being touched more, don’t you, Wakamatsu?”
“…Shut up.”
His voice came out sharper than intended.
Mizuhara’s triumphant, knowing smirk sent heat pooling in his stomach.
He didn’t dislike these moments with her.
He couldn’t deny that he wanted her more and more.