A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 53

–Have you ever heard of the term sports day magic?

 

It is a glorious time of great popularity given only to those who perform well at the sports day.

 

Tuesday, September 20

 

Mizuhara Shizuku was surprised.

 

A large number of first-year girls were crowded in the hallway of class 2-3.

 

Mizuhara mindlessly walked past the circular mass that seemed to surround something and put his hand on the classroom door.

 

“Good morning, Mizuhara.”

 

The person at the center of the controversy greets him as if nothing had happened.

 

With just one word, the attention of all the female students lined up in the hallway was drawn to him.

 

“Sorry about that,” Wakamatsu gently said, and then he pulled himself out of the whirlpool.

 

“Wow, I got a ton of presents.”

 

She placed the gifts she was holding in her arms on Mizuhara’s desk with a thud.

 

Mizuhara greets her smiling classmates with a “I’m glad for you” and sits down. Her entourage seems to be satisfied with just seeing Wakamatsu, as they continue to watch her from the window in the hallway with no sign of leaving.

 

“Hey, isn’t Mizuhara going to give us a reward?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Oh, the reward will be the same as during the class match.”

 

Wakamatsu put the pads of his fingers to his lips and smiled with pride. His gesture caused a murmur from the surroundings. But the man himself didn’t seem to mind.

 

“Hey, is the center part the best after all?”

 

“Why do you ask me?”

 

“Of course it’s because I want Mizuhara to have her favorite hairstyle.”

 

Once again, sharp gazes were focused on Mizuhara.

 

Mizuhara found the gaze unbearable and moved to the seat next to her on the left, where Wakumura Chisato was sitting.

 

“W-why is this happening?”

 

He glanced at the students sitting in the hallway and asked Wakumura.

 

“Ahaha, actually it’s been like this ever since the cavalry battle ended.”

 

“Is Wakamatsu a jockey?”

 

“That’s right! Hanakaede-chan was a big hit!”

 

With his big, round eyes getting even wider, Wakumura loudly talks about Wakamatsu’s achievements.

 

After he was injured in a pole-pulling battle, he performed so well that he stood out among the many other horse riders.

 

“By the time things started to get exciting, it would be the final relay.”

 

“Oh, I see… so that’s why.”

 

Wakumura looked out of the hallway with elegance, like a young lady from some country. She seemed to be listening to the birds singing. Meanwhile, Mizuhara was holding her head in her hands from the high-pitched squeals of the people around her, and wished to be moved to another seat as soon as possible.songChirping

 

 

after school.

 

All the staff gathered in the conference room and held a review meeting. They looked back on this year’s event with reference to the post-event questionnaires they had collected. Finally, the committee chairman closed the meeting with a speech. This was the end of the work of the staff for the sports day.

 

“I wonder if I’ll manage it again next year?”

 

“It’s surprising that Kanzaki-kun would say something like that.”

 

“I was surprised at how moving it was.”

 

The students in the same class look ahead with shining eyes.Tooru KanzakiKanzaki Tooru

 

After receiving the baton from Wakamatsu, he also achieved brilliant results in the block relay.

 

This staff member had applied with the sole desire to erase Wakamatsu from his mind and was unable to experience the same sense of accomplishment as the man next to him.

 

“It’s Mizuhara.”

 

After the reflection meeting, I was glancing over my class diary in the classroom when I heard a voice from above.

 

“Want to come home with me?”

 

“There’s no way I’m going home.”

 

Without stopping his writing, Mizuhara bluntly replied.

 

Wakamatsu, without flinching, pulled out a chair in front of Mizuhara and sat down, catching Mizuhara’s gaze from close range.

 

“……what?”

 

“Mizuhara’s fingers are so long and pretty.”

 

“That’s right. At least her hands are beautiful, just like her mother’s.”

 

Wakamatsu’s warm hand rested on Mizuhara’s as he held the pen. The warmth made him feel strangely nostalgic.

 

“It’s not just your hands, Mizuhara.”

 

“Stop that. I don’t need your flattery.”

 

For people who are not confident about their appearance, being complimented on it tends to make them feel awkward rather than happy, especially when it comes from a superhuman who has it all, like Wakamatsu Kaede.

 

“It’s hard to write. Stop writing.”

 

“What’s the matter? You were the one who did it last time.”

 

Wakamatsu laughs in amazement. The classmate stubbornly refuses to let go of his hand.

 

“……noisy”

 

At that time, I was desperate to keep Wakamatsu Kaede close to me. I thought that this classmate was the one who could fill the hole in my heart.

 

“You suddenly decided to break up.”

 

Mizuhara looks up as something unexpected is dug up.

 

There was Wakamatsu with a serious expression on his face. His sharp eyes seemed to be trying to discern Mizuhara’s true intentions.

 

“It’s not sudden. I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while.”

 

“But you couldn’t tell me?”

 

“…”

 

“You didn’t want to let me go, did you?”

 

When Wakamatsu Kaede pointed it out, my hand stopped.

 

The classmate sitting in front of Mizuhara took the pen out of her hand and slowly took hold of her hand.

 

“You felt good with me and couldn’t let go, right?”

 

“Don’t judge me.”

 

“That’s what Mizuhara said. There’s no doubt about it, it’s what Mizuhara is thinking.”

 

Being wrapped in her warm hands makes me feel like my whole heart is about to relax.

 

“…I know. It’s about time we put a stop to it.”

 

“But it feels good…. I…”

 

Mizuhara remembered the words he had let slip. That must be what Wakamatsu was talking about.

 

“…I don’t know.”

 

“Then let’s go find the answer together, Mizuhara.”

 

“I… I…”

 

My vision was blurred, and I was at a loss for words.

 

Wakamatsu’s passionate gaze made me burn. I instinctively found myself reaching out to her.

 

“Shizuku won’t leave her mother behind.”

 

“…………”

 

Mizuhara Shizuku was silent.

 

I let out a slow breath and stood up, taking my journal with me. My classmates’ arms reached out to grab the sleeves of my uniform.

 

“…Forget about me.”

 

“I won’t forget. I don’t want to forget.”

 

I don’t look at Wakamatsu’s face.

 

“……sorry”

 

Without even looking back, he begged for forgiveness, shook off Wakamatsu’s arm, and walked out of the classroom.

 

The muggy hallway made Mizuhara sweat, giving him an unpleasant, sticky, damp feeling.