A Pretty Girl Has Her First Kiss Stolen By an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 2.9
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- Episode 2.9 - "Let's Go on a Date Next Time"
Tuesday, May 24th
Being in different groups means this.
In the classroom, everyone talks within their own group. They move as a group, sit as a group during lunch, and stay together. But for a brief moment, when the people around Shizuku Mizuhara left, Kaede Wakamatsu took the chance to speak.
“Good morning, Mizuhara.”
“Oh, Wakamatsu? That’s rare.”
The smile she had just given her friends disappeared, and she returned to her usual calm tone.
For some reason, Wakamatsu found that amusing. Smiling, she leaned in close to her classmate’s ear.
“Do you want to eat lunch together?”
After a brief silence, Mizuhara replied, “I think I can.”
She then urged Wakamatsu to go back to her seat. Obediently, she returned, glancing at the clock on the teacher’s desk, feeling impatient as the hands barely moved.
As soon as the lunch bell rang, Wakamatsu told her friends, “I’ll eat somewhere else today,” grabbed the lunch her mom made, and stood up.
When she approached Mizuhara’s seat, the girls sitting around her, Itahara and Noguchi, turned around with surprised looks.
“Alright, I’m going,” Mizuhara told her friends before stepping into the hallway.
Wakamatsu, expecting to eat in the classroom, was a bit surprised but followed her.
“Did I interrupt your conversation? They seemed really shocked.”
“You might not get it, Wakamatsu, but if someone from the top group suddenly comes over, of course, they’d be startled.”
“Top… what?”
Mizuhara sighed. “Never mind.”
“You don’t want to eat in the classroom?”
“…Were you even listening just now?”
Still looking exasperated, Mizuhara kept walking and went down the stairs, heading outside to the courtyard.
Even though it was already May, the cloudy sky made the air chilly. Hardly any students were eating outside.
They found an empty table and sat across from each other—Wakamatsu with her homemade lunch, Mizuhara with a store-bought sandwich.
“For fourth-period P.E., let’s go change together. Want to be partners for stretching exercises?”
“I’d like to, but I don’t think I can.”
“It’s fine if your friends come too. Is it still impossible?”
“You might not mind, but they would.”
Wakamatsu pouted and bit into a meatball from her lunch.
Even though they were in the same school and the same classroom, there were hardly any chances to interact with Mizuhara.
“You treat me the same as everyone else, huh?”
“Hmm? I guess so.”
She responded while chewing on a cherry tomato.
“Act more like my boyfriend.”
Mizuhara made an unreasonable demand.
“What are you getting all clingy for?”
Wakamatsu looked up, about to laugh it off, but then she saw Mizuhara’s face—complicated, troubled.
It was the same expression she used to have when she skipped school.
That made it clear: the “abnormal” part of Mizuhara’s life still wasn’t over.
“Ah! Then let’s go on a date next time!”
Being couple-like meant going on a “date,” after all.
“Friday after school?”
“No, let’s go on the weekend—somewhere date-like, like a movie or an aquarium!”
Usually, Mizuhara turned down invitations, but this time, she agreed.
Where should they go? What should they do? What should they eat?
As they talked about their plans, Wakamatsu thought, We really seem like a couple.
No, they were a couple.
“Make sure to escort me, okay? You’re my boyfriend, after all.”
“Huh?”
Mizuhara spoke like a spoiled princess.
“What do you mean by ‘escort’?”
“Plan everything and guide me smoothly through it.”
“Oh, that’s what you meant? Yeah, I can do that.”
“You can? Wakamatsu, you’re such a good person.”
The next Saturday had school in the morning, and she already had plans with friends. So, their date would have to wait a few weeks.
But she wanted to make it special—something that would be fun for both of them and make Mizuhara happy.
“I can really plan everything?”
“…If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Wait, does anyone actually find this kind of thing a hassle?”
For Wakamatsu, planning outings wasn’t a chore.
Thinking about where to go, what to do, and what to eat only made her more excited.
“Most people would find it stressful.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Because they’d have to be considerate.”
Mizuhara gave her a tired look.
“They’d worry about picking the wrong place or if it’s not what the other person expected.”
“Haha, just laugh it off if that happens!”
The most important thing was deciding what to do—something romantic, something special, something memorable.
As Wakamatsu mentally listed ideas, she started getting really excited.
“Wow, I’m getting super hyped for this!”
“Really? That’s good, then.”
She hoped Mizuhara felt the same excitement.
That would make it even better.