A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 51

Monday, September 12

Mizuhara Shizuku glared at the blazing sun.

Afternoon classes have been renamed “regular practice,” and practice is in its final stages.

Classes are held in the morning and regular practice in the afternoon. After school hours are allocated for individual practice sessions.

“Whoa, are we going to have to draw the dice now?”

“Good luck, Hanakaede-chan!”

With her back pushed, Wakamatsu Kaede ran to the playground.

As I gazed at her light, supple back, I heard a soft voice call out to me, “Shizuku-chan.”

“Thank you for your hard work, organisers! It’s going to be tough until after school.”

“No, no, Chisato, you’re the one who’s been practicing so well.”

With sweat trickling down her forehead, Wakumura Chisato smiled.

Her hair, which reaches down to her back, is tied in a ponytail, giving her a different impression than usual. Her cheeks are flushed after practice, which makes her look even cuter. With her well-defined, round face and bright smile, it’s easy to fall for her.

“Is practice over for today?”

“Yeah, unlike Hanakaede-chan, I only participate in the horse-riding battle as an individual event.”

“Well, it’s pretty rare to have three individual events.”

“Hana Kaede is amazing.”

There is emotion in her eyes.LovePlay

It was painful to watch her yearn for Wakamatsu Hanafuda, so Mizuhara tried to change the topic.

“I’m looking forward to next month’s school trip.”

“That’s right! I hope I’m in the same group as Shizuku-chan.”

“Haha, I wonder how they’ll decide that.”

Mizuhara sympathized, but had mixed feelings.

Chisato Wakumura is a student who is firmly in the top caste. It was hard to imagine that someone like me, who just sits in the corner of the classroom, would join the group that includes Wakamatsu, Masuda, and Ariyoshi.

After parting ways with her classmates who were waving amiably, Mizuhara got to work as part of the event staff.

He patrolled the gymnasium, auditorium, and athletic field to check on practice. He actively encouraged the students to stay hydrated, handed out Salt Charge and Aquarius, and handed out practice equipment.

“Mizuhara-san, could you please return the things I borrowed here?”

After practice ended and I had finished most of my work, a senior member of the operations staff called out to me. At his feet was a large cardboard box filled with various borrowed items.

“Oh, okay. I understand.”

“And please lock the locker room.”

After handing over the keys to the prefabricated warehouse and conference room, he briskly exited the management office.

Mizuhara bends down and reaches for the cardboard box.

“Huh? It’s too heavy…”

The words slipped out without me thinking.

After making sure that no one is around, Mizuhara separates the contents of the box. It’s too heavy to carry to the warehouse. It looks like he’ll have to separate them individually and make several trips to the warehouse.

Mizuhara walked on, grumbling to himself, “What a big job I’ve been entrusted with at the end.”

By the time they were on their third round trip, most of the students had disappeared from the playground. They passed through the courtyard and carried their luggage to the prefabricated warehouse.

“I’ll have it, Mizuhara.”

The voice of Wakamatsu Hanaede came from somewhere.

Before I could refuse, Wakamatsu stretched out his arms and picked up my luggage. His gym clothes were dirty with dust, probably from practicing pulling the strings, and he had scrapes on his knees.

“That’s fine, go ahead and get changed. And the nurse’s office, too.”

“Oh! I just went to the nurse’s office and forgot.”

Is it possible to go all the way to the nurse’s office and then forget to give treatment?

Seeing Mizuhara looking confused, Wakamatsu spoke up.

“I was carrying a child who had collapsed from heat stroke. I was so distracted that I forgot.”

“…If you’re so kind, it will eventually cost you.”

“It’s normal not to be nice.”

It breaks my heart to see Wakamatsu always prioritizing others over himself.

Even though he must be tired from practice right now, he’s helping his classmates out like this.

“Hey, take better care of yourself.”

“I am.”

“Then give me back my luggage, this is my job.”

“No! Noooo.”

Wakamatsu dodged Mizuhara’s arm and laughed. With her hair pushed back, she looked more radiant than usual.

In the end, they were unable to take the cardboard box from Wakamatsu and ended up arriving at a prefabricated warehouse behind the school building.

I step into the cluttered, overflowing warehouse and start packing away the borrowed items.

“Hey, do you have any other luggage?”

“No, that’s it.”

“Maybe this was a trip back and forth a few times?”

Mizuhara is silent. Silence is affirmation.

“Next time, you can call me by my name, and I’ll help you.”

I left the warehouse and shook the dust off my clothes.

I hope that this criticism will help me to shake off my feelings for Wakamatsu as well.

“…I can’t do that. Thank you for carrying me.”

After locking the storehouse, Mizuhara heads to the school building.

“Mizuhara, where are you going next?”

“The locker room door is locked…ah.”

“Yeah?”

He turns around and takes a good look at Wakamatsu’s outfit.

“Hurry up and get changed. I’m going to lock the door.”

Pulling Wakamatsu’s arm, who had a puzzled look on his face, I hurried to the third conference room, which was being used as a changing room.

There was no one left in the classroom, now covered with black curtains.

“That brings back memories.”

Wakamatsu Kaede muttered as she obediently got changed.

After she changed into her underwear, Wakamatsu wiped her armpits, neck, and stomach with a sweat wipe. Her beautiful, fleshy stomach and back were fully exposed. For some reason, Mizuhara was angry at her carefree change of clothes.

“Don’t you feel nostalgic about this place, Mizuhara?”

She says with a quick wink.

Conference Room 3. This is where I kissed Wakamatsu after the closing ceremony of the class match.

I was dizzy with Wakamatsu begging me for a kiss, and I forgot we were at school and kissed him deeply. I still remember how I quickly pulled away before he lost consciousness.

“…If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll lock you in.”

“You can close it.”

I couldn’t help but look up at those words.

“Let’s kiss again, Mizuhara.”

Wakamatsu’s eyes fixate straight on Mizuhara.

I saw eyes similar to these just now. Ah, they are the eyes of Wakumura Chisato. Undoubtedly, eyes filled with the emotion of love.

“…Of course not.”

Though the words were stuck in my throat, I managed to say the words of refusal.

“I know.”

Wakamatsu tied the ribbon on his uniform and passed Mizuhara, who was leaning against the door.

Without watching her leave, Mizuhara Shizuku locked the conference room.