A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 18

May 13th (Friday)

Mizuhara Shizuku lies down, and Wakamatsu Hanae rubs her stomach.

By May, the room is filled with warm air, and you feel gently enveloped in the light streaming in through the window.

“Wakamatsu’s hands are warm.”

“Wow, Mizuhara is cold.”

Mizuhara’s fingertips were cold. Wakamatsu stopped stroking and wrapped her hands in both of his. His warmth and her coldness slowly mixed. But her cold hands were difficult to warm up. Their stubbornness was annoying.

“I’m sleepy, I might fall asleep again…”

“You can go to sleep.”

“But Wakamatsu was also asleep.”

An incident from a month ago was dug up.

Certainly, using the stomach of a girl who had gone to bed with a stomach ache as a pillow is a heavy crime. “I’m sorry,” he profusely apologizes, and moves his hand to continue to warm her stomach, but Mizuhara stops him.

“Hey, let’s sleep together.”

“Huh!?”

Mizuhara shifts her body so that her back is pressed firmly against the wall, and she looks in my direction. Just as she said, there is now space on the bed.

“No, no, it’s too small. I’m fine.”

“I said it’s okay, so come.”

“But…”

“I wouldn’t like it if you used my belly as a pillow again.”

When that is brought up, I have no say.

When Wakamatsu nodded her head, Mizuhara smiled, got up from the bed, sat down in front of a nearby wardrobe, and began rummaging through it.

“Aren’t you going to sleep now?”

“Right now. But it’s dirty, so I thought I’d lend you my loungewear.”

“What do you mean, dirty? Dirty?”

“Because you walked outside, right? My bed is sacred ground.”

Indeed, even Wakamatsu would probably dislike someone crawling into his bed with their outerwear still on.

Mizuhara presented Wakamatsu with a polka-dot pajama top and bottoms. Mizuhara was wearing a sweatshirt and loose pants, but Wakamatsu was wearing pajamas and looked like someone who had come to take a nap. Was this a deliberate choice? Mizuhara laughed out loud when she saw Wakamatsu in his pajamas.

“The last time, I tried to get him off the bed because it was dirty, but he fell off.”

“Wow, so Mizuhara was the cause of that impact.”

“Ahahaha.”

Mizuhara laughed with his mouth wide open, which was unusual for him. Wakamatsu was drawn to the innocent look on his face and started laughing too.

Mizuhara rests her back against the wall, and Wakamatsu squeezes into the remaining space. It’s cramped, but they manage to get into bed facing each other. Feeling Mizuhara Shizuku’s body heat and scent directly, Wakamatsu’s heart starts beating louder.

“How long are you going to nap?”

“About 20 minutes. But please don’t stop.”

“Eh, ah, sorry.”

To be honest, I was nervous about touching Shizuku Mizuhara’s stomach and waist at this distance, with her face right in front of me. My hands were damp with sweat. So close, under the covers. Touching Mizuhara’s body reminded me of something else.

“Not there, a little lower.”

“Hi… I’m sorry.”

“Uh, what?”

To shake off the evil thoughts, Wakamatsu looks for another topic to talk about.

“By the way, what did you do during Golden Week, Mizuhara?”

“Hmm… I didn’t do anything.”

“Seriously, then I should have gone to see you.”

I can’t talk to Mizuhara for this long at school. It feels good to hear her say it, so I want to talk to her for much longer.

“I wanted to meet Wakamatsu too…”

“What? If you contacted me, I would come and see you right away.”

“Hehe, I’m jealous of your frivolousness.”

After rubbing her stomach for a while, he heard her breathing from above. Wakamatsu gently let go of her hand, lay on his back, and closed his eyes just like her. Even though it wasn’t his bed, he felt strangely comfortable.

When I woke up, it was past 6 pm.

She hadn’t just had a nap, but had fallen into a deep sleep. Mizuhara, next to her, was still asleep, her face looking blissful. I felt bad about waking her up, but I steeled myself and shook her.

“Hey, what, what?” Mizuhara said, lisping and rubbing her eyes, leaving Wakamatsu flustered. It’s a great advantage to be cute when you wake up.

“…Wow, it’s Wakamatsu.”

“Sorry, I meant to wake you.”

Mizuhara looks at the clock, sighs, and closes his eyes again.

When I tried to shake her in the same way to stop her from falling asleep again, she grabbed my arm and said, “Wakamatsu, come and sleep too.”

“You idiot, if you pull too suddenly…”

Losing his balance, Wakamatsu ended up on top of Mizuhara with his hands on the ground. This wasn’t the first time he’d been in bed with his classmate. The only difference was that today, Wakamatsu had ended up pushing Mizuhara Shizuku down.

“It’s okay, go back to sleep.”

Saying this, Mizuhara puts his arms around Wakamatsu’s back.

Wakamatsu’s spine shivered as he felt himself being entangled.

Drawn by the sweet temptation, Wakamatsu Hanae closed her eyes again, embraced Mizuhara Shizuku, and closed her eyes.