A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 24

Monday, June 6

A survey about the students’ career aspirations was conducted early in the morning homeroom, leaving Wakamatsu scratching his head.

She still hadn’t decided on her future. I glanced over at Mizuhara and saw that she had already finished writing and was staring blankly at the board.

“Which university will Mizuhara go to?”

“Maybe a local national university. I don’t have any plans to go outside the prefecture.”

“Oh no, what should I do?”

“If you don’t have any particular preference, why don’t you go to the same university as me?”

Mizuhara chuckles.

The two of them sit side by side on a bench and eat. Why did he invite her to lunch? The reason is to talk about things that can only be discussed between the two of them.

“Hey, are you free next Saturday?”

“If you tell me what you need, I’ll tell you.”

Wakamatsu catches his breath.

“Would you like to go on a date this Saturday?”

Perhaps it was an unexpected invitation, as Mizuhara looked at Wakamatsu with wide eyes.

Then she smiled softly, straightened her posture, and bowed her head, saying, “Thank you for your help.” Wakamatsu Kaede felt relieved by those words. She held Mizuhara Shizuku’s hand, which was resting on her thigh, and looked back at her with a smile that was as big as her own.

June 7 (Tuesday)

I fainted during the fourth period of modern Japanese literature class and was woken up by the teacher hitting me on the head.

“Wakamatsu! Please write question 3 on the board.”

“Um, uh, which one is it?”

“It’s fine, just come over here quickly! Think about the answer in front of me.”

I follow the teacher’s orders and head to the desk, where the Japanese teacher hands me a piece of chalk.

It seems that it was time to practice the problems in the textbook. The text itself has been covered in previous classes. I will tackle question 3 while recalling the contents of the reading material.

I felt an intense gaze from the center row near the desk. It was probably Mizuhara Shizuku.

“I did it,” he recalls.

There was Mizuhara Shizuku, glaring at a textbook.

June 8 (Wednesday)

The fifth period is physical education, a volleyball team competition.

Mizuhara’s team was eliminated early on, but Wakamatsu’s team made it to the finals. They faced off against the five team members. With the support of the three teams on their backs, Wakamatsu’s team fought hard. Although he had no experience playing volleyball, Wakamatsu’s body moved well as he wanted it to.

He felt the passionate gaze of Mizuhara Shizuku. She didn’t cheer, but he was sure she was rooting for him.

“Here we go!”

They somehow managed to repel the powerful attacks, and everyone worked together to keep the ball in order.

The ball, in the fight for the final point, just won’t fall to the ground.

After the ball had gone back and forth about seven times, a particularly tall student hit a powerful ball.

Wakamatsu crouches low and responds to the ball.

However, even though he did not change his receiving form, the ball hit Wakamatsu’s arm with a sharp impact and flew off in the wrong direction.

A high-pitched whistle rang out, and all five classes cheered in joy.

“Wow! I’m so sorry!”

Holding his head and apologizing loudly, Wakamatsu turns over and looks up at the sky.

Since Mizuhara Shizuku was cheering for me, I wanted to give her a good shot. I turned on my back and looked for Mizuhara. She was laughing happily while chatting with Itohara-san and Noguchi-san next to her.

The heated match came to an end with his teammates poking him, saying, “What are you doing?”

June 9 (Thursday)

Time was set aside in English class to watch foreign films.

We watch movies in English with English subtitles. But it’s not just about watching, we have to write down the content of the movie, questions about it, and even our impressions before the next lecture and submit them. It’s actually quite a tough movie watching experience.

This time it’s a classic romance movie.

Occasionally, I feel Mizuhara Shizuku’s gaze on me.

Perhaps the word “love” made him think of Wakamatsu. Feeling a little embarrassed, he looked back at her, as if to meet her gaze.

At that exact moment, their eyes met, and Wakamatsu felt embarrassed.

June 10 (Friday)

“Hey, haven’t you been looking at me too much lately?”

He lets Wakamatsu into his room and begins questioning him as soon as he opens his mouth.

Wakamatsu tilts his head at the unexpected comment. Wakamatsu is made to sit upright on the floor while Mizuhara stands looking down at him.

“You’ve been checking it a lot since Monday. It’s bothering me.”

“Eh, I mean, it’s Mizuhara who’s going to check it out, right?”

“Huh? What are you talking about? There’s no way I would do something like that.”

Although it seemed like she was just hiding her embarrassment, it seems Mizuhara Shizuku is serious.

“Weren’t you watching me the whole time when I was guessing on modern Japanese?”

“I didn’t see it, though. I was solving problems the whole time.”

“But! Look, our eyes met yesterday at the movie theater.”

Perhaps annoyed at Wakamatsu’s stubborn refusal to admit it, Mizuhara sighs and sits down.

“That’s because Wakamatsu kept glancing at me. I turned around to glare at him.”

“A-glare…?”

“And then our eyes just met.”

“Got it?” Mizuhara asked, looking at him and urging him to reply.

“No, but I felt her gaze on me.” I tried to resist, but then I realized halfway through. That’s right. It was true that I hadn’t made eye contact with her except during the movie.

“Haha, doesn’t that mean you’ve been thinking about me all this time?”

“Shut up, stop picking at me.”

“Hehehe, cute.”

He gives me a light kiss and hugs me.

My heart leaps suddenly, and heat rises to my cheeks. I bury my face in Mizuhara’s shoulder, trying not to show her how I feel, and her scent fills my nostrils. It’s as if I’m being embraced by her scene, too.

“It smells nice.”

“Fufu, young pine also smells sweet.”

Saying this, Mizuhara kissed him on the lips again. Wakamatsu felt an overwhelming love for her smile and hugged her tightly.

“I’m looking forward to our date tomorrow, Wakamatsu.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, so look forward to it.”

“Anything you do with Wakamatsu is fun.”

It was Wakamatsu whom he had been paying attention to for the past week.