A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 40: "I shouldn't have delivered the printout"

I lay down on the bed in the nurse’s office and waited for the headache to go away.

I have an unbearable headache.

All thoughts are depressing.

I could hear the voices of my classmates and Mr. Fuchigami.

Everything.

“Come to class” and “Everyone is worried about you”. It’s noisy, it’s annoying, I don’t want to see anyone right now. In Wakamatsu’s mind, he encounters emotions he has never faced before.

“cormorant……”

Even though I couldn’t sleep, I lay in bed and closed my eyes.

When I closed my eyes, the image of the ocean at dawn and Shizuku Mizuhara’s face flashed back to me, and the grip on my head got stronger. I crawled under the covers and was just passing the time when I heard the door to the nurse’s office open.

“How is Wakamatsu doing?”

“Can we talk now?”

The gentle, soft voice sounds annoying today. After being gently refused by Ms. Sato in the nurse’s office, the voice’s owner leaves the room. Her steps are likely heading towards the staff room or the social studies prep room.

Wakamatsu jumped out of bed and ran off, ignoring the calls of his parents. School nurseMr. Sato

“Yamabe Sensei!”

Considering he had spent most of the day in bed, he let out an incredibly loud voice. Without caring about the people around him, Wakamatsu ran up to his former homeroom teacher. He grabbed the teacher by the collar, nearly bumping into him.

“What are you going to do to me, Sensei? You’re making me feel awful!”

“Wakamatsu… did something happen between you and Mizuhara after all?”

“I was like a big sister to Mizuhara!”

By saying these things with my mouth, I feel more and more sorry for myself.

“Mizuhara was just trying to fill the hole in his heart that was left by his sister with me!”

“I thought I was getting along well with Mizuhara and having fun! But Mizuhara!”

“To Mizuhara, I was like an older sister to him! I wasn’t a friend or a lover or anything!”

Professor Yamabe put both hands on Wakamatsu’s shoulders and spoke in a persuasive tone.

“I’m not a replacement. If it’s Wakamatsu, I’ll go with Mizuhara.”

“I don’t care what the teacher thought! I was the only one who could take his place!”

Tears that I had been holding back welled up in the corners of my eyes.

I’ve never felt so hurt and wanted to take my anger out on someone.

I’m completely disgusted with myself.

“It’s all Yamabe Sensei’s fault that this happened!”

“Wakamatsu, I’m…”

“It’s all your fault, Sensei! Because Sensei forced Mizuhara Shizuku on me!”

His emotions would explode, and he would cry miserably in public, even though he was still a high school student.

The tears won’t stop. I want to blame everything on the teacher and run away.

Voices echo loudly in the hallway in front of the staff room.

“I should never have gone in the first place. I should never have gotten involved!”

–To Mizuhara Shizuku.

“It’s certainly your fault, sensei. I’ve put all the burden on you…”

“noisy!”

When I’m so frustrated.

The counselor’s way of speaking rubs Wakamatsu the wrong way. He can’t stop feeling irritated. It’s the first time he’s ever been dominated by such negative emotions, and Wakamatsu himself is becoming uncontrollable.

“You knew about Mizuhara’s situation, didn’t you? Didn’t you expect this to happen?”

“… Young pine.”

“If you wanted to do some proper counseling, you should have examined Mizuhara!”

“Yes, Wakamatsu, I am.”

I can’t hear Professor Yamabe’s voice even a little bit. I don’t want to hear it.

When did Mizuhara Shizuku decide to treat Wakamatsu as a replacement for her sister?

I wonder what the trigger was.

At least, it must have been since the day he reconciled with Mizuhara.

Was it the day I was invited into his house for the first time, or the day I asked Wakamatsu what was “special”?

“Oh no! This is the worst!”

All the memories I had built up with Mizuhara were turning into terrible memories. I felt sick.

If it was going to end up like this, I should never have made memories with Mizuhara. I should never have spent time with her.

Who was it that first started it all? It had to be Professor Yamabe.

“I shouldn’t have delivered the printout that day.”

That one word weighed like an enormous weight on Wakamatsu’s heart.

Pulled by the weight, Wakamatsu lowers his head. He stares blankly at his feet, his regrets spilling out of him.

“…Because Sensei asked me for a favor.”

Being the type of person who never says no to a request, I visited Mizuhara’s apartment.

“Because the teacher said it was okay.”

Thinking that it was still possible to repair his relationship with Mizuhara Shizuku, he visited Mizuhara’s apartment.

“Because my teacher encouraged me to be a person full of love.”

I visited Mizuhara’s apartment to find out the meaning of Yamabe Sensei’s words and what Mizuhara Shizuku was thinking.

“Teacher…”

“…………”

Was it Professor Yamabe’s fault?

“…………no”

Because I was mesmerized by Mizuhara after she had her hair cut.

Because I accepted the cold Mizuhara.

Because I listened to Mizuhara’s request.

Because I accepted Mizuhara’s kiss.

Because I wanted to be near Mizuhara.

Because I wanted Suwon.

Mizuhara’s smile is beautiful.

Mizuhara’s words were very pleasant.

The kiss with Mizuhara was sweet.

Mizuhara’s body temperature is comfortable.

“…No, it’s not the teacher, it’s me…”

“…I…it was me.”

“I was the one who delivered the prints.”

“I was the one who went to Suwon many times to ask for his help.”

“…I was the one who decided all of this…”

I already know the answer to why it’s so painful.

“It’s because I fell in love with Mizuhara…”

Stare at one point and your mind becomes empty.

“No. That’s not true. It’s all my fault.”

“No, there’s nothing different… There’s nothing different, Sensei…”

“Please, Wakamatsu. Please don’t deny your feelings.”

The teacher hugged Wakamatsu and spoke in a strained, strained voice.

“It was me, I relied on Wakamatsu too much. I, the adult and the teacher, am the one who hurt them.”

Who are these two people?

Perhaps he had been exhausted from yelling at the top of his lungs after staying up all night. Wakamatsu’s vision gradually became blurry and foggy. A white mist covered his mind, and he stopped thinking.

–The voice was hard to hear. By the time Wakamatsu realized this, gravity had pulled his body towards him, and his vision went dark.