A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 30

June 21 (Tuesday)

The first seating change of the new year took place.

Wakamatsu’s seat was at the very back of the second row from the end of the hallway.

Mizuhara Shizuku was second from the back in the row closest to the hallway, unintentionally closing the distance between her and Mizuhara. Wakumura Chisato, who was sitting in front of Wakamatsu, turned to look at him and smiled with genuine joy.

Meanwhile, Mizuhara just looked at the boys having fun in front of the desk with a straight face and didn’t even look my way. “Mizuhara, it’s about today’s lunch,” I said, but was interrupted by Wakumura.

“Would you like to go to the school cafeteria with me?”

“Um, well, how about Mizuhara come with us?”

“Huh?” Mizuhara frowned and turned towards me.

“I’m fine. How about we go together?”

“Y-you see! You promised me today.”

I get a second “Huh?”

That would be the expected reaction. No promises were made.

With Wakumura there, Mizuhara will likely not be able to hit him hard, so they take advantage of that. “That’s right,” Mizuhara reluctantly agreed, and the three of them decided to go to the school cafeteria for lunch today.

“Hey, what are you thinking about?”

After the first period, when I went to the bathroom, I was taken away by Mizuhara Shizuku.

I was taken to a secluded landing and stuffed inside.

“Because I wanted to ask you out.”

“I’m sure Wakumura-san would hate it. He needs to be a little more considerate of others.”

“You said the other day that you wanted to talk to Mizuhara.”

Mizuhara sighs exaggeratedly.

“For now, please remove the pairing,” he was told firmly, and Wakamatsu reluctantly agreed.

The cafeteria was crowded with people.

I kill time by lining up at the ticket machine near the entrance.

Wakamatsu chose the daily set meal, Mizuhara chose set meal A, and Wakumura also chose set A.

I handed my meal ticket to the lady at the cafeteria and waited for my side dish with a tray in hand.

As I was waiting in a corner, one row away from the two of them, someone called out to me from behind, “Are you Wakamatsu-senpai?” When I turned around, there were three girls I didn’t know.

“Um, yeah, it’s Wakamatsu.”

“Oh, sorry, maybe that’s what I thought.”

It seems that it was their first time meeting each other. Calling them seniors means they must be first-year students.

“We’d like to ask you something,” they began.

“What should I do to work with my superiors?”

“Oh, work?”

“Like helping run an event? Is there anything you could do?”

Wakamatsu thinks as the set meal is served on the tray.

Ah, so you’re interested in event management? Since it’s possible to be a member of the executive committee, I’d love for you to join. Of course, joining a club isn’t what they want, though.

“We are looking for helpers and referees for the class matches.”

“Can I meet Wakamatsu-senpai?”

“I’ll be patrolling around a lot of places, so maybe I’ll be able to meet him.”

After discussing the recruitment period and requirements, we head to search for Mizuhara and Wakumura.

The two of them were already seated in their chairs, eating together in harmony. She busily carried the tray over, apologised, and sat down across from Mizuhara and Wakumura.

“Why don’t you go eat with those kids, Wakamatsu?”

“Ahaha, that’s right. Why don’t you go, Hanakaede-chan?”

“When Wakamatsu sits nearby, I feel people looking at me from all directions.”

Even Wakumura surprisingly agrees with Mizuhara’s meanness.

Wakamatsu laughed at how terrible it was and stuffed his face with the croquette from his set meal. The hot potato crumbled in his mouth, and Wakamatsu, who has a sensitive tongue, fainted in agony. The two of them laughed out loud at the sight.

“They’re getting along well.”

“We hit it off over Wakamatsu. Oh no, no no.”

“Oh no?”

The two people across from me looked at each other and laughed again.

“Don’t give me flirty hints, Hanakaede.”

“Those kids don’t want to run the business, they just want to make contact with Wakamatsu.”

“Oh really? But I want to help.”

“Oh man, it’s hard to chase after a stupid person.”

Mizuhara leisurely sipped his miso soup and took a breather.

They were in perfect sync, and Wakumura also finished his miso soup in the same way.

Wakumura looked around restlessly. Was he searching for someone in the crowd? Wakamatsu ate some rice and watched the situation.

“…I feel people’s gazes on me.”

“Hey, I won’t be going to the restaurant with Wakamatsu anymore. I’m starting to get distracted by what’s going on around me, and the food’s starting to taste bad.”

Is that so? Wakamatsu doesn’t mind.

As I was gathering up the salad that came with the meal with my chopsticks, I heard a voice say, “Oh, it’s Wakamatsu-senpai.” As I continued chewing, I looked up and saw the group of first-year students from before, now a group of about seven people, staring in my direction. As they called out to me, I waved back, and the group let out shrieks and left the cafeteria.

The two men facing each other looked at Wakamatsu with frowns, disgusted expressions.

“You shouldn’t wave your hands. Are you trying to act like an idol?”

That’s a pretty harsh thing to say, Mizuhara.

Perhaps it is the atmosphere in Wakumura that has caused this, but the veil of “extravagance” that Mizuhara has been wearing is beginning to crumble.

“But,” Wakumura began.

“It would be nice to be that special someone.”

She spoke with an ecstatic look on her face. The princess’s way of thinking was so romantic and girly, Wakamatsu thought, and he shifted his gaze to Mizuhara.

Wakamatsu’s chopsticks stopped in surprise.

In complete contrast, Mizuhara Shizuku’s face was twisted.

His face was pale, and he looked terrified of something.

When I called out to her, “Mizuhara,” she quickly rose from her seat and said, “Sorry, I’ll be back first,” before quickly leaving. Wakumura also seemed surprised, but after a moment she turned to me again with her usual gentle smile.

“Hanakaede, do you want to trade some of my hamburgers for some croquettes?”

“Oh, never mind. Sorry, I was just eating.”

She deftly cuts the hamburger steak into pieces with her chopsticks and places it on Wakamatsu’s plate. Wakamatsu tries to do the same, but the croquette ends up crumbling awkwardly.

He apologises and places the croquette on her plate.

Wakumura took a big bite of the croquette with a big smile on his face, and his whole body expressed how delicious it was.

“Even if he’s the most popular kid in school, I still want to chase him.”

Wakumura spoke with his eyes downcast.

“Shizuku-chan didn’t want to, but I want to chase after her.”

“Picture?”

“Someone popular, who is friendly to everyone, and who seems out of reach.”

Her eyes locked directly on Wakamatsu’s and wouldn’t let go. Wakamatsu responded by gazing into Wakumura’s eyes.

“So, please wait.”

Wakumura’s strong enthusiasm and passion.

I’m sure she has some secret feelings for someone deep in her heart. I sense her extraordinary feelings, and I honestly want to support her.

When he returned to the classroom, he saw Mizuhara Shizuku chatting with Itohara-san. Her complexion had returned to its usual state, and Wakamatsu was relieved.