A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 3

Friday, November 26

“Thank you for taking the time.”

After receiving the printout with a gentle nod, Mizuhara Shizuku makes a hasty move to leave. If you press the intercom, you’ll get an immediate response, and by the time you’ve taken the delivery out of your bag, Mizuhara has already arrived at the entrance.

“Wakamatsu-san, are you okay with club activities?”

“Oh, not at all.”

Wakamatsu belongs to the student council executive committee, which is a club that plans and manages school events. They are busy in the week before the event, and other than that, they work steadily and diligently. The sports day in September and the culture festival in November are positioned as the two major events in the school, and are not the work of the executive committee. In short, the club is not busy until the “,” which is held in late December.Farewell partyYosenkai

“I see.”

“Oh, but they still collect paper and other things until Thursday…”

“See you next week then.”

Just as I was about to expand on the topic of activities other than the event management, Mizuhara Shizuku quickly left the entrance. When I saw her again, I called out to her, “See you next week,” and she turned around and bowed.

December 3 (Friday)

Wakamatsu took an earlier train than usual and stopped off at a drugstore.

I put the eye drops and hand cream in the basket, then remembered that I was running out of shampoo. I went to the shampoo and conditioner section, and by chance, Mizuhara Shizuku was standing there. I was surprised, but it was within walking distance of her house. It wasn’t strange to see Mizuhara there.

“Yo, how have you been?”

He stood next to me as if nothing had happened and called out to me.

Mizuhara Shizuku looked surprised for a moment, but when she saw Wakamatsu, her eyes were filled with disappointment. Mizuhara returned to a composed expression and bowed, and I quietly suppressed the urge to retort, “You’re not hiding your disappointment now.”

“Mizuhara-san, your hair is so smooth. Can you recommend some hair care products?”

“I think Wakamatsu-san is fine the way he is.”

“Oh man, look at that. My hair is pretty curly.”

She pulled the hair back from her ears and combed it with her hands to show Mizuhara.

Mizuhara Shizuku’s hand is placed on his.

“Huh?”

Still pressed together, Mizuhara Shizuku’s fingers combed Wakamatsu’s hair. Her cheeks flushed as her fingers moved to touch his cheek.

“You’re cute, so I think it’s fine the way it is.”

Taking her hands off Wakamatsu’s hair, Mizuhara Shizuku shifted her gaze to the shelves.

Despite the fact that I was upset, this classmate was completely normal. Since I had never hung out with Shizuku Mizuhara at school, I was flustered when she got close to me.

“Ah, well… my hairstyle, you see.”

“Well, Bob suits you, too. I’m just saying you have a cute face.”

“Ugh…”

My face suddenly gets hot. I don’t remember anyone ever telling me that I have a cute face.

Mizuhara’s words, which he spoke calmly as he smelled the tester, easily tickled Wakamatsu’s heart.

“Mi, Mizuhara is beautiful too, so it’s fine.”

“Flattery or whatever.”

“No, I’m not trying to flatter you or anything.”

For Wakamatsu, it was the first time he had ever said “You’re beautiful” to a friend. First of all, he doesn’t care about his friends’ looks, and he’s not the type of person who is obsessed with beauty and compliments others. He was trying to hide his embarrassment and used a tone that he wasn’t used to, so Mizuhara seemed to take it as flattery.

“By the way, you just called me by my first name so naturally.”

“Ah! Sorry, did you hate it?”

As a rule, you should call your friends by their surnames unless you have a friend with the same surname. I unconsciously called him “Mizuhara.” I sincerely apologize for offending him.

“I don’t mind it. I see.”

“What is that? What kind of feeling is that?”

“I was impressed that this is how the first-team players close the distance.”

Wakamatsu is confused by the unfamiliar words.

“What?”

“The best of the class. People like Wakamatsu who can get along with anyone.”

“I haven’t thought about it that way, though…”

Putting the carefully selected refill set into her shopping cart, Mizuhara Shizuku muttered, “I guess so.” Wakamatsu was a little taken aback by the tone of her voice, which sounded as if she had been completely dismissed, but he also put the shampoo he had been looking for into his basket. He followed Mizuhara, who left the corner and headed to pay.

“Hey, wait up, Mizuhara.”

“You don’t need to come running like that.”

“Okay, let’s go together.”

Perhaps due to timing, there was a line at the register. I spoke to Mizuhara while waiting.

“Hey, do you want to go somewhere after this?”

“Where?”

“Have you tried Starbucks’ new drink? Want to go to Starbucks?”

“I’m not going.”

Mizuhara didn’t show any signs of hesitation and simply refused. A young man wearing a beginner’s mark went to the next register and called out to Mizuhara, who had somehow become the leader. As he followed her to the next register, he heard her call out, “Customer.” It was now his turn to pay.

We finished paying at almost the same time and met up, and Mizuhara asked me for the printouts. I obediently handed him the delivery, and he said, “See you,” and quickly left.