A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 41

A voice in the darkness.

It’s a familiar voice.

It was a pleasant voice and one that Wakamatsu liked.

I wanted to hear it forever.

I will come to see you again and again.

So let’s talk about more things.

“My sister disappeared last August.”

“Wakamatsu was just the right place.”

“I want to break up.”

–Turn.

Wakamatsu Hanae woke up.

An unfamiliar marbled ceiling, the smell of chemicals, and pink curtains.

Is this the nurse’s office? When Wakamatsu noticed, the headache that had been bothering him since morning had disappeared.

“Are you awake, Wakamatsu-san?”

“…Mr. Sato.”

“How are you feeling? Ah, you can still sleep.”

With those words, Mr. Sato disappears from the nurse’s office.

Wakamatsu stared blankly at the ceiling, then slowly closed his eyes again. He didn’t want to remember, but he couldn’t help thinking about her. It seemed that most of Wakamatsu’s mind was taken over by Mizuhara Shizuku.

“I was asleep for about an hour.”

It seemed that Professor Sato had returned from behind the curtain.

Wakamatsu stood up and, at the teacher’s urging, moved to the long table. The two of them nibbled on the tea and small cookies the teacher had made.

“Wakamatsu-san, will you be taking on any role in the sports meet?”

Mr. Sato watches the students devoting themselves to club activities on the school grounds.

“…I won’t be involved in the running of the event. The sports day officials will lose their summer vacation.”

I did not run for the organizing committee so that I could spend more time with Mizuhara Shizuku.

If this was going to happen, I should have become an executive in a busy department. A department so busy that I wouldn’t have time to think about her.

“So what about competitions? Have you decided what you’re going to participate in yet?”

“It’s tug-of-war, cavalry battle, and block relay race.”

“Oh dear, that’s not a big success.”

The teacher smiled gracefully as he sipped his tea.

“It’s going to be a busy summer this year, too.”

“Yes, that’s right,” Wakamatsu replied nonchalantly.

Right now, Wakamatsu can’t imagine himself getting excited about a sports day.

After finishing my tea, I left the infirmary.

The blazing sun was extremely annoying.

Wednesday, August 3

“This is a gift!”

An unfamiliar first-year student called out to me.

He was wearing an organiser’s shirt, so he must have been a sports day staff member.

I accepted the orange juice without hesitation, saying thank you, and she looked at me nervously.

“Can I go and watch your seniors practice?”

“Oh, what kind of practice is this?”

“It’s a block relay race! I heard it starts next weekend.”

I didn’t know that was the case.

Since that day, I’ve somehow been able to attend summer classes at school, but I still haven’t gotten very excited about the sports day. I’m barely making it to summer classes.

Despite the situation, is practice for each event at the sports day about to begin?

Wakamatsu is shocked.

“Well, I don’t think it’s funny or anything.”

“That’s not true! As long as Wakamatsu-senpai is here, that’s enough!”

“Y-Yes.”

The girl walked away happily.

Wakamatsu was still standing there with a glass of orange juice in one hand when he suddenly heard a familiar voice from behind him and felt a thud on his back.

“What’s wrong, Wakamatsu? You’ve been looking gloomy lately.”

“Masuda, that hurts.”

“I thought someone was spacing out, and it was Wakamatsu.”

With a bright smile on his face, his classmate Masuda put his arms around his neck.

It’s so hot and unbearable.

Her long hair, which she usually wears down, is tied up high, and sweat is running down her neck. Masuda must be hot too.

“…Looks like practice will start next week.”

“That’s true! Last year’s summer vacation was ruined, too.”

“That’s not the time for that right now. I feel like I’m being left behind.”

Wakamatsu’s complaint must have been very unusual for Masuda, as he looked puzzled before bursting out in laughter again. His high-pitched, shrieking voices were starting to hurt my ears.

She has a very clear face, and when she laughs out loud, it’s very flashy. Her brightness is dazzling right now.

“What?! Even Wakamatsu has his worries!”

“Yeah, that’s true. But the timing is really bad.”

“Timing?”

“There are things I want to think about, but I don’t have time to think because of the sports day.”

He has such a stressful time that he ends up taking out his frustration on school events.

“Well, they’re going to keep going. They’re not going to care about our problems.”

Masuda suddenly looks into the distance.

Wakamatsu was drawn in by the gaze and looked in the direction he was looking, and saw a group of management staff working profusely.

“It’s so annoying. Even when my boyfriend cheated on me and I was bedridden, I was still forced to go to school.”

“Yeah, there was that time you came to school with your eyes swollen with tears.”

“Right! But there’s no point in resisting it every single time!”

Masuda smiles, showing his teeth. Wakamatsu likes this bright, sunny smile.

When you are exposed to this smiling face at close range in midsummer, your body will gradually start to heat up for some reason.

“But there are times when you get tired of it, right?”

“So wouldn’t it be better to just accept that that’s the way it is?”

Wakamatsu was a little surprised by the response.

“Is that so?”

“Isn’t that right? I mean, isn’t it annoying when reality stops all the time?”

“Haha, why is that?”

Inspired by Masuda’s excitement, Wakamatsu’s mouth corners also turn up.

“Because if reality doesn’t change, I’ll have to worry about it for the rest of my life.”

Wakamatsu was also astonished. He had no idea that Masuda had such a way of thinking. It was an eye-opener.

“Isn’t it better to be so busy that you don’t have time to worry and forget about it?”

“Can I just forget?”

“You’re so naive, Wakamatsu! Forgetting is the shortest path.”

With that, Masuda snatched the orange juice away, and Wakamatsu watched as he left, recalling the conversation they had just had.

If I adopt Masuda’s ideas, the practice sessions for the sports day next week might not be so bad. I feel like the frustration I’ve been feeling about the sports day has subsided a little.

Still, he feels his weakness when he suddenly remembers Mizuhara Shizuku.

Wakamatsu hated himself.