A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate

Prologue

“We’re lovers, after all.”

Young pine flower maple world was turned upside down.

I opened my eyes in shock and saw an unfamiliar white ceiling and the faces of my classmates.Mizuhara ShizukuMizuhara Shizuku

As if to prevent me from straightening up on the bed, she grabbed both of my arms and sewed them to the pillow.

Her body stiffens like a glued doll.

It was such an unexpected reversal that it took Wakamatsu a moment to realize that he was pinned down by this person. Mizuhara’s slender fingers touched his cheek. The delicate stimulation of his hand tracing his contours made Wakamatsu instinctively close his eyes.

“Wakamatsu is cute.”

“Is that sarcastic…?”

For Wakamatsu, whose face is often described as androgynous and “cool,” such compliments are unfamiliar to him. When they are said by a woman with a face far more beautiful than his own, he takes them as nothing but sarcasm.

With both his arms restrained, his resistance was minimal, but he concentrated his facial muscles and glared at Wakamatsu. However, the man in question didn’t care and continued to touch Wakamatsu’s face.

Clear double eyelids, a straight nose, straight, medium-long chestnut hair, pale skin and long limbs… Mizuhara Shizuku has a lot that Wakamatsu does not have.

“Ah, between the eyebrows.”

With a smile on her face, her classmate stretched her brow with the pads of her fingers. When she shook her head to brush away the annoying fingers, Mizuhara’s fingers moved to her ear, tracing the edge of her ear. She was beginning to regret that it might have been better if she’d had him massage her earlobe while playing with her brow, when Mizuhara spoke up.

“So, is that okay?”

These are the words Wakamatsu said to Mizuhara just before the world was turned upside down.

Despite her facial expression, Mizuhara shows no emotion as she looks down with a smile on her face.

That beautiful face came closer and bit the corner of my lip. It tickled, and I involuntarily flinched.

“We’re lovers, after all.”

Mizuhara Shizuku leaned over me, my eyes instinctively closing as a kiss was placed on my lips.

His warm lips touched mine gently, and within a few seconds, they were gone.

Wakamatsu Hanae, a first-year high school student.

The first kiss that he had been protecting for 16 years was stolen by a classmate who had stopped going to school, Mizuhara Shizuku.