A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 29

June 15 (Wednesday)

As I was writing my class diary in the classroom after school, I heard a voice from above my head.

“Oh, it’s Wakumura. Are you off club activities today?”

“Yeah, because the auditorium is occupied by the brass band.”

“I’m going to finish writing my journal, so can you wait a little longer? Let’s go home together part of the way.”

“I’ll be waiting,” said Wakumura, bringing a chair and sitting next to Wakamatsu, who was writing in his diary.

Wakumura’s left arm is close to my right arm. His gaze is fixed on me, and I can’t concentrate because I feel like he is watching every single character I write.

“It’s embarrassing to be looked at like that.”

“Oh, sorry, I just…”

Her big eyes widen even more, and she hurriedly pushes her chair away.

“What’s that about?” Wakamatsu laughs. This classmate expresses his impatience, surprise, and joy with all his heart and soul.

“Hana Kaede, do you want to come and hang out sometime?”

“Oh, that’s good. Shall we invite Ariyoshi and the others too?”

My classmate Ariyoshi is a friend I’ve been hanging out with since first grade.

She is the brain behind the bright, energetic, and unconventional Masuda. She is tall with long limbs. With her short, trimmed hair, it’s obvious at a glance that she is a member of the girls’ volleyball club.

“N-no, it’s not that…”

Wakumura’s hand was placed on the right hand that had been writing with a pen. When he turned to face her, his eyes met those of a classmate with flushed cheeks.

“I want to go out alone with you.”

“Oh, that’s fine.”

“I’m sorry… thank you.”

“Haha, why is Wakumura apologizing?”

After finishing their class journal, the two of them headed towards the submission box in front of the staff room.

The sounds of a brass band can be heard from the auditorium, and the voices of the literature club meeting can be heard from the nearby hall. The sounds of the school after school give the building a different atmosphere from that during the day.

In response to Wakumura’s wish to take a detour, we went to a Starbucks a few stations away. The two-story building had high ceilings and stylish background music. I ordered a caramel macchiato and a vanilla cream Frappuccino with extra chocolate sauce, then climbed the stairs to the second floor.

“Wakumura seems popular.”

“That’s not true! I’ve never dated anyone.”

“I get it, but I don’t think there’s a man who’s a good match for me.”

With rouge on her cheeks, Wakumura kisses the straw.

Wearing a white cardigan and with her hair tied up in a half-up ponytail, she looks like a princess of a country. I feel as if I am her attendant.

“Hanakaede-chan, you’re popular, right?”

“No, no, I’ve never been confessed to before.”

“Really?!”

Perhaps it was unexpected, as Wakumura opened his eyes wide, cried out, and expressed his surprise with his whole body.

Each of her movements is careful, and the way she expresses her emotions with her whole body is adorable to watch. The word “girl” suits her perfectly.

“I’m having trouble with love…”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Can I borrow your ear?”

Wakumura’s hand reaches out to grab Wakamatsu’s arm, which was resting on the round table. The hand that was placed on Wakamatsu’s arm slowly grasps his arm. He leans forward as instructed and brings his face closer, and Wakumura’s lips come together.

“Maybe I like girls more than boys.”

Saying this, she returned to her original position. The fact that she used the vague word “maybe” suggests that she is confused.

“What do you think about this, Hanakaede-chan?”

Wakumura asks as if asking for information.

What about me? Thinking about it, I accepted my relationship with Mizuhara Shizuku without any particular doubts. Well, the fact that I was able to accept it so easily probably means that it’s not something I should be worried about.

“Well, I don’t care about that sort of thing.”

“Really? Would you say the same thing if we were to start dating?”

“Yes, I can.”

Mizuhara Shizuku is biologically a girl.

Was it that exciting to be confirmed?

Chisato Wakumura blushed and turned up the corners of her mouth as she smiled. Wakamatsu also broke into a smile at the sight of her expressing her emotions with all her heart and soul.

“Does Mizuhara like women?”

After school on Friday.

Today, I bought some snacks at a nearby convenience store and studied at Mizuhara’s house. I asked him about something that had been bothering me since my conversation with Wakumura.

“What’s this all of a sudden?” Mizuhara replied coldly. He wondered if it was appropriate to mention Wakumura’s name, so he replied, “I just felt like it.”

“I’ve never dated a girl, so I don’t know.”

“Well, then why me?”

“Let me ask you the opposite: why did you agree?”

Huh? My studying stops.

“Because Mizuhara…”

“There’s usually a limit.”

“picture……”

“Why did you become my lover, Wakamatsu?”

Instead of answering my question with a question, he threw me a really strong pitch. I wondered why I had accepted such an unreasonable request.

“That’s because… at the time I thought we were lovers in name only.”

“In name only?”

“So, I’ll just go to Mizuhara’s house like I always do, have some fun, and then go home.”

“Hehe, young pine is sweet.”

Mizuhara laughs as he draws a red circle in his notebook.

“So that’s why you fall prey to a cunning woman like me .”

“Cunning? Mizuhara…?”

“I’m cunning. I’m no match for Wakamatsu.”

Like Wakamatsu, Mizuhara Shizuku also stopped studying and stared blankly at the wall where her desk was.

The calendar hanging in the room was still from August of last year. Staring at the wall, the light faded from her eyes, and Shizuku Mizuhara fell silent. This face of Shizuku Mizuhara looked familiar. It was Shizuku Mizuhara from the time Wakamatsu first visited the apartment.

“It was convenient for Wakamatsu.”

That one remark, which doesn’t convey any kind of feelings whatsoever, makes my heart freeze.

“Mizuhara… did it matter who it was?”

“I thought Wakamatsu would be nice.”

“Why is that?”

Mizuhara turned to face me and smiled.

“Because Wakamatsu is just the right size and I’m cunning.”

Wakamatsu is unable to grasp the meaning of those words.

Wakamatsu Kaede was flustered when she saw Mizuhara Shizuku’s condition, which looked like she would crumble easily if touched.

Finding out the meaning of Mizuhara Shizuku’s words seemed incredibly scary.