A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 44

Wakamatsu Hanae was deep in sleep.

After being released from Wakumura and the others, I made sure to get some sleep.

On days when I slept all day, my mother would wake me up in a panic and be extremely worried about me.

“I thought he was dead.”

“Haha, that’s an exaggeration…”

During Obon, I ate with my relatives and visited my grandparents. Other than that, I went to the downtown area with Masuda and Hasegawa, who were able to come, and had fun all day.

After the Obon holidays, summer classes and sports day practice will resume.

We discussed with the team while dripping with sweat, and worked hard. When I ran the relay for the first time in a long time, I felt that my body had become a little lighter. I was encouraged by the cheers of the people who came to watch the practice. I was conscious of filling up the time as much as possible, and on my days off, I invited someone to go out to the city.

“Wakamatsu-senpai! Thank you for your hard work!”

“If this is okay, please accept it.”

Wakamatsu smiled as he received a cold sports drink and an individually wrapped pino.

“Thank you, I’ll thank you for something next time.”

The first-year students blushed and returned the smile in kind.

When I returned to the classroom after a long absence from practice, I found Chisato Wakumura there, with a gentle smile on her face.

“Hana Kaede, how are you doing lately?”

“I’m doing okay. I’m playing just like I was told.”

I take a sip of the drink I had just received.

My body was delighted with the cool water, and I felt a wonderful sense of refreshment.

“But I guess I’ll still remember.”

Wakamatsu closed the lid. The image of Mizuhara Shizuku appeared behind his eyes.

“…I wonder if I’m weak.”

These past two weeks.

The time I spend thinking about Mizuhara Shizuku has decreased dramatically.

It might be more accurate to say that I don’t even have time to remember.

He studied with someone and watched videos before going to bed until he fell asleep. But still, he couldn’t help it. At random moments, she would pop into his head. Just for a few seconds, but only for a few seconds. That was the only worry Wakamatsu had right now.

“The hole in my heart that Shizuku left behind can only be filled by Shizuku.”

The girl in front of me simply dismissed it.

“picture”

For a moment, it felt like all sound had disappeared from the world.

“Eh, why, why Mizuhara…”

“I know, if you watch.”

She lowered the corners of her eyes and smiled softly.

The breeze comes in through the open window, ruffling her fluffy curls.

“Did you say anything to Mizuhara?”

“I didn’t say anything. Shizuku-chan seems to be busy with the administration.”

“He was in charge of running it. The guy from Suwon.”

The reason why they hadn’t met at practice became clear. Wakamatsu was relieved that Mizuhara hadn’t stopped skipping school since that day.

“…Did he seem to be doing well?”

“You looked busy. It’s hard to tell if someone is doing well just by looking at them.”

“That’s what Mizuhara said too…”

Inspired by Wakumura’s words, I gradually began to remember her.

Being scolded, being praised, saying they liked me, and silly chatter.

“Oh my, this is bad.”

“Hehe, what’s so bad about that?”

When Wakamatsu crouched down, holding his head, Wakumura crouched down in the same manner.

“Well, you know what, when I think about Mizuhara…”

“Uh huh.”

“I remembered the things I enjoyed more than the things I didn’t like.”

I felt the bl00d rush to my cheeks. She squatted down next to me and buried half her face in her arms, squinting her eyes.

“I remember all of Mizuhara’s stupid stories.”

“A stupid story?”

“I did that the other day, it was fun, I couldn’t forgive that, etc.”

Before I knew it, I was talking about her.

“They talked a lot and seemed to get along well.”

“He can be cold when we’re alone. But he’s kind.”

“I thought the same thing the first time I went to the restaurant.”

I remembered the day the three of us went to the restaurant.

“Shizuku-chan is said to be a serious and kind person.”

Several boys from the class returned to the classroom.

Wakamatsu and the others stood up and sat down side by side on a shelf at the back of the classroom.

“Because Shizuku-chan is sensitive to other people’s feelings.”

“He was considerate of me. Like, let’s go together.”

“And the ring you were wearing before. Shizuku-chan told you to take it off.”

I remember Mizuhara telling me to take off my ring.

“He had a complicated look on his face as he watched the first-year students talk to Kaede.”

“Eh, why?”

“Maybe she felt bad that she was dating that person.”

Wakumura laughed.

Things that even Wakamatsu didn’t know started spilling out of her mouth.

“Wakumura is amazing…”

Wakamatsu leaned his back against the wall and leaned back.

She remembers even the smallest details about her classmates, such as Wakamatsu and Mizuhara, and has a lot of respect for them for being so considerate.

“-Because I love you.”

The second silence.

Chisato Wakumura traced her lips, which she had painted with lipstick, several times with her finger, and stared in the direction of the camera. Wakamatsu sensed a serious look in her large, round eyes.