A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 13: Mizuhara, What Have You Done?

Thursday, April 7

With her “out there” switch flipped, Mizuhara Shizuku was unrivaled.

She proactively greets her new classmates, flashing her friendly smile. She rarely responds brusquely like she did to Wakamatsu, and interacts with them. Mizuhara Shizuku wears a veil of aloofness that makes it hard to sense the gap she’s had since skipping school.

What’s with that attitude? You could talk to me with that smile, too.

Thinking about this, I sat down in the second-to-last seat, arranged in order of attendance number.

From the second year of high school, students are divided into classes according to their choice of liberal arts or science. Since I ended up in the same class as Mizuhara Shizuku, she must have chosen the liberal arts course just like Wakamatsu. As I was resting my chin on my hand and looking at Mizuhara Shizuku, I felt a gentle pat on my back.

“Hey hey, you’re Wakamatsu-san, right?”

When I turned around, I saw a cute, princess-like girl. Her hair was long and curled inwards, reaching down to her back, giving her a ladylike impression. She had a round face with well-defined features, and her cheeks were slightly red.

Wakamatsu pulls his chair back to face her.

“That’s right, have we been somewhere together?”

The student council executive committee to which Wakamatsu belongs is a club that is responsible for planning and running events. In running the events, they borrowed the help of various clubs and recruited volunteers. I don’t remember this, but I wonder if they had any contact with this girl in running the events.

“No, it was the first time we’d ever spoken. But I was so happy that I decided to talk to him.”

“Hahaha, what are you so happy about?”

“Because I…”

She leans forward and puts her mouth close to Wakamatsu’s ear.

“I’ve always thought Wakamatsu was cool.”

It itches when someone talks close to my ear.

“Fufufu,” the princess said, laughing cutely as her eyes met at close range. Her lips were painted in pale pink, and my gaze fell on her glossy lips. Lips… Lips…

Suddenly, I remembered the kiss with Shizuku Mizuhara and felt a heat rising from the depths of my body.

“Oh, thank you for that…”

“You’re popular, Wakamatsu-san.”

In an attempt to erase his memories of Mizuhara Shizuku, he forcibly switches his thoughts to talking about his new classmates.

“What’s your name? What should I call you?”

” That’s what I mean. You can call me whatever is easy for you.”WakumuraWakumuraSenriChisato

“Okay, then Wakumura.”

She has a fluffy aura and is a very charming girl. Her round, round eyes stare straight at me.

“Can I call you Hanakaede-chan?”

“Oh, that’s fine.”

Unlike when Shizuku Mizuhara called her “Hana Kaede-chan,” she doesn’t feel awkward. A girly girl can accept having her first name followed by “-chan” without feeling awkward.

Wakumura cups her hands around her flushed cheeks and looks embarrassed and shy.

Her mannerisms truly fit the word “girly.”

Even if I was looking for an opportunity to talk to Mizuhara, it was difficult to have contact because we were in different groups. I thought I would try to meet her when we were on the way to the opening ceremony, but Wakumura called out to me, so the attempt did not go well.

Still, he somehow managed to find the right timing, and just as Mizuhara Shizuku came out of the bathroom, Wakamatsu jumped on her and grabbed her arm. “It hurts a bit,” she said angrily, but he carried her to the hallway.

After making sure that there was no one around, Wakamatsu faced Mizuhara.

“Mizuhara, what have you done?”

“What? What?”

“So, that’s it.”

“teeth?”

Mizuhara doesn’t seem to understand, so he tries to communicate with gestures.

Wakamatsu brings his index finger to his lips in an attempt to communicate.

“Oh, so what?”

Wakamatsu was taken aback by her surprised response. Was this just a trivial interaction that was not unusual for Mizuhara Shizuku?

“Um… is it possible that Mizuhara is a returnee?”

“…What are you talking about?”

After all, that was my first kiss.

As he was about to say this, he heard a voice calling out to Wakamatsu from the hallway. Mizuhara took the opportunity to get out of Wakamatsu’s sight.

“Okay, then, after school on Friday.”

With a grin, Mizuhara headed back to the classroom.