A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 31

July 1 (Friday)

The student council executive committee is currently in the midst of a busy season, preparing for the class match next week.

I stay after school until 7:30 every day.

Committee meetings, shifts, manual creation, venue setup. There is a lot of work to be done for this school event, which all grades are enthusiastically participating in. Preparations will continue with weekend work, not just on weekdays.

Naturally, he doesn’t have time for a date with Mizuhara Shizuku.

While I was staring at the IOU in the clubroom where the air conditioning was barely working, my smartphone started ringing. I picked it up and saw a familiar name on the screen.

“What?! It’s Mizuhara!”

Wakamatsu happily answered the phone, forgetting that there were club members around him. He quickly left the cultural club building and went out to the courtyard.

“Sorry, are you okay now?”

“Not at all! What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Nothing. You still have school, right?”

She spoke in a calm voice, completely different from the excited, excited voice she was talking in.

“Yes, I am sitting on a bench in the courtyard right now.”

“Oh, that’s perfect then. Stay there a little longer.”

“Okay,” Wakamatsu said, before the call was cut off. As I was looking up at the scorching sun, dripping with sweat, I suddenly felt something cold on my neck.

“Whaaat?!”

I was so surprised by the difference in temperature that I jumped off the bench and tumbled into the courtyard.

Wakamatsu hears a voice breathing heavily and laughing from behind him. Of course, he knows what it is.

“Mizuhara! What’s wrong with you? You fell spectacularly!”

I turned around, complaining, and saw Mizuhara Shizuku laughing painfully.

“Wakamatsu is the best after all.”

“Are you laughing so hard you’re crying? Look, you scraped your knee.”

“Ahaha, sorry sorry.”

Even though he says he’s sorry, he still can’t stop laughing.

Looking at her like that, even Wakamatsu found himself laughing, somehow carried away by the sight.

“How long are you going to sit here for?” Mizuhara asked, laughing as he sat down on the ground. The courtyard was covered with grass, and the smell of grass filled the air.

“Here, here’s a gift.”

“What! Seriously, thank you, Mizuhara!”

“Fufu, good job, executive team.”

I stare at the Papico she hands me. It seems that this is what was causing the cold on my neck earlier. Wakamatsu divides the Papico, which is already melting due to the heat, into two.

“Let’s eat together. On that bench.”

“Are you sure? You’re busy right now, aren’t you?”

“It’s okay, let me take a little break.”

Mizuhara took out a handkerchief and placed it on Wakamatsu’s forehead, wiping the sweat from his face. Mizuhara’s hands were cool even in summer, and felt good right now.

“It seems that many helpers come to Wakamatsu because they want to be his helper.”

“Yeah, I’ve never heard of that.”

“Wakamatsu is insensitive. I thought that was it.”

Mizuhara frowned as if to say he was astonished.

I take a bite of the Papico and enjoy the coffee flavor that I’ve always been familiar with. It tastes better than usual, and it seems to blow away the fatigue of summer.

“Oh, it’s delicious. I’m really glad I worked hard.”

“Yeah, ice cream is the best in the summer.”

“Thank you, Mizuhara.”

When I smile at her, Mizuhara smiles back at me, her face shining as brightly as the summer sun.

“I’m glad I met you, I thought I wouldn’t see you today.”

“Well, I wanted to meet you, too.”

Mizuhara looks over at me, her cheeks flushed.

Her face was so cute that I was almost drawn in. Wakamatsu pretended to be calm and slowly placed his hand on Mizuhara’s hand, which was on the bench. Her hand twitched.

“What, all of a sudden?”

“After the class match is over, how about we go on another date?”

“Is that okay? I have final exams.”

Wakamatsu looked straight ahead and clasped his hands together tightly.

“…I forgot.”

“But it’s ok, let’s go on a date.”

Mizuhara turned his hand over and touched his palm to Wakamatsu’s. He held my finger between his and squeezed me back like a lover.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Saying this, she lets go of her hand.

As I looked at my hands reluctantly, I felt a tap on my head.

“Well then, I’m heading home. Good luck with your club activities.”

Watching Mizuhara Shizuku leave, Wakamatsu took a deep breath of the summer air.

I tell myself that I just need to make one more push.

Wakamatsu turned around and returned to the cultural clubs building, facing his computer again.