A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 33

Class match closing ceremony.

The head of this year’s class matches will take the stage and give the closing remarks.

The gymnasium, where all grades are gathered together, is filled with heat despite the efforts to ventilate it.

Next, the principal and physical education teacher gave speeches and ended by singing the school song together with the cheerleader.

“Wakamatsu-senpai, can I ask for a photo?”

After taking a photo with the executive members, I was about to return to the classroom when a group of first-year students called out to me. I happily replied and took a photo next to the girl. People kept coming one after another, and before I knew it, a line had formed.

“We used to work the same way, you see, Wakamatsu.”

“While you’re at it, invite him to join the executive team.”

Even though his seniors were patting him on the back, Wakamatsu was smiling as he took photos with his juniors.

If someone asks for a handshake, I will shake hands, and if someone gives me a gift, I will accept it. I feel bad that I don’t have anything to give in return, but it would be rude not to accept it.

“Can I give you a hug?”

“I saw the list of participants for the block relay! I’m looking forward to the sports day!”

“Can I get your contact information?”

As Wakamatsu takes in the words that come one after the other, he thinks of Mizuhara Shizuku.

By the time the line finally disappeared, more than 30 minutes had passed since the closing ceremony. Wakamatsu ran down the hallway in his gym clothes without changing.

When I went to the nurse’s office, only Mr. Sato was sitting in a chair with a puzzled look on his face.

“What about Mizuhara…?”

“Mizuhara-san has already gone home.”

“Eh, seriously?”

Closing the door to the nurse’s office, Wakamatsu picks up his smartphone.

“Hello Mizuhara? Where are you now…ah”

“a”

We both froze with our phones pressed to our ears.

Wakamatsu was about to run up the stairs when he saw Shizuku Mizuhara standing at the top. Happy to finally meet her, he ran up the stairs without looking back and embraced her.

“Wa-wait a second.”

He didn’t care that Mizuhara was flustered and just hugged her tightly. She smelled the usual Mizuhara scent and a hint of sweat. Touching her soft, sweaty body made all the fatigue from the past two days disappear.

I feel relieved to see that she looks fine, even though her finger is bandaged.

“No, if someone sees.”

“It’s okay if you see me.”

“Your fans will target me, won’t they?”

“Hahaha, what are you talking about?”

Wakamatsu presses his face against Mizuhara’s neck. Mizuhara has her hair tied up today, so her nape is completely visible.

“Hey, give me a treat, Mizuhara.”

Press your head firmly.

“What’s the reward?”

“The management worked hard, and the substitutes worked hard too.”

“Fufu, that’s certainly true.”

Wakamatsu’s face is pushed up, and he reluctantly lets go.

When I met him face to face, Mizuhara looked cheerier than usual.

“Aren’t you going to give me a reward?”

“Aren’t you being a bit too spoiled? What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been thinking about Mizuhara all day yesterday and today.”

Wakamatsu puffs out his cheeks and begs. Mizuhara hesitates for a moment when she sees his face, but then looks back at him calmly.

“What do you want? Ice cream?”

“I can eat ice cream any time I want…”

“Haa, you’re being selfish today.”

Wakamatsu grabbed the astonished Mizuhara’s arm and whispered in her ear.

“I did my best, so please give me a kiss.”

Then he kissed Mizuhara’s ear. Mizuhara Shizuku covered her ears, which had turned red, and muttered, “You idiot!”

Taking Mizuhara’s arm, he led them into the third conference room.

During class matches, the room was temporarily used as a girls’ changing room, so the entire room was covered in black curtains. After making sure that no one was there, Wakamatsu locked the door.

I sat down at a random desk and looked up at Mizuhara’s face.

Wakamatsu grabbed Mizuhara’s hand and guided it to his lips. When he poked her fingertips with his tongue, her hand twitched.

“Kiss me, Mizuhara.”

I grabbed her arm, and she gave up and brought her face closer.

After exchanging a few light kisses, Wakamatsu bites Mizuhara’s lip. He wraps his arms around her neck, bringing their eyes and noses closer together. Their tongues start to poke each other, gradually intertwining.

“Hmm, what?”

“Kissing feels good, Mizuhara…”

“Yes, thank goodness.”

Wakamatsu’s body rejoices. It’s been a long time since he last kissed her.

Just as a sweet numbness began to run through her lower back, Mizuhara Shizuku sat up.

“Yes, it’s done.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t look so reluctant…”

Mizuhara lowered his eyebrows in confusion and traced Wakamatsu’s lips with the pads of his fingers. Just that sensation felt good.

“You can do it again tomorrow.”

Mizuhara smiles and unlocks the door.

Wakamatsu also hurriedly got up from his desk, and the two of them left the classroom.

“Let’s go on a date next weekend, Mizuhara.”

“Are you studying for the test?”

“I’ll make sure everything is okay. Make sure Mizuhara is okay, too.”

When I tried to force it on her, to my surprise, Mizuhara agreed, saying, “Okay.”

Having found a new source of enjoyment, Wakamatsu walked down the hallway with an excited step.