A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 55

Wakamatsu’s sports day magic doesn’t seem to end today either.

Not only in the morning, but also during lunch breaks, classroom changes, and after school. Fans flock to Wakamatsu at all times. Mizuhara was fed up and just ignored the squeals.

“Is it true that Saito from class 4 confessed to you?”

“Oh my… how do you know?”

“Saito himself posted a poem about being heartbroken.”

With his hair cut short, Ariyoshi comes to Wakamatsu to find out the truth. It seems that it’s not just girls who have won Wakamatsu’s heart.

“Rumor has it that Wada-kun did too?”

“Well, I guess you could say he confessed.”

With an amused look on his face, Masuda now starts to tease her.

“It’s about time Wakamatsu got a boyfriend!”

“Ah, it’s already so noisy.”

Wakamatsu was fed up and put an end to the love talk.

“Anyway! We don’t have anything like that right now!”

Realizing that he had been eavesdropping, Mizuhara hurriedly looked down.

It shouldn’t matter who confessed to him or who he dated. But for some reason, my chest felt tight. So that no one would notice how upset I was, I placed my hands on my chest and took slow, deep breaths.

“Ah, Mizuhara.”

I passed Professor Yamabe in the hallway.

Just as I was about to pass by with a simple greeting, he stopped me. His voice sounded more forceful than usual.

“How are things going lately? Are you and Wakamatsu getting along well?”

I’m sure this question was asked in anticipation of the current situation.

“…It’s going okay.”

“Mizuhara. If you need anything, please contact me anytime, sensei.”

“Yes, if anything happens, I’ll let you know…”

Mizuhara Shizuku continues to talk with him, giving him meaningless replies.

He is not the type of person who can rely on others to begin with, and there is no way he would tell his true feelings to his teacher, Yamabe. He can’t even tell his true feelings to Itohara, Noguchi, or his friends.

“Well then, excuse me.”

As I lowered my head and escaped from his arms, he called out to me again from behind.

“Can you just prepare the map?”

Mizuhara visits the social studies prep room. It’s dusty as usual, and antiques are on display in the dimly lit room. Among the clutter, he finds the world map he’s looking for.

As I stepped inside and pulled out a map about two meters in size, the lights suddenly came on.

“I’ll help you, that map is heavy.”

Surprised, I looked towards the door and saw Wakamatsu standing there.

Her face is illuminated by a halo, making it impossible to read her expression.

“Did Yamabe ask you to do this?”

“No, I saw you on my way back from the courtyard.”

“Oh yeah,” he replied curtly, pulling out the item he was looking for from the back. The impact caused dust to fly and made him cough lightly. Wakamatsu slid in and grabbed the map. He remembered the day he had helped carry the luggage for the sports day.

“It’s alright. I can’t rely on Wakamatsu forever.”

“Hahaha, I’ll take care of you forever.”

“…What is that?”

After a strong classmate forced her to take her belongings, Mizuhara brushed the dust off her uniform.

“He just confessed to me.”

“picture”

“For girls.”

Mizuhara stopped what he was doing at the sudden confession. Wakamatsu smiled, the corners of his mouth turning up, and he propped the map up against the wall and closed the door to the social studies preparation room.

Wakamatsu deftly locked the door behind him while looking towards Mizuhara.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Mizuhara looked like she wanted to hear more.”

That’s right on the mark.

It seemed my classmate had noticed my momentary nervousness, and I felt embarrassed.

“I rejected the confession.”

“…It’s fine.”

“You’re lying, even though you don’t want to.”

Wakamatsu smiles innocently, like a mischievous child.

It was hard to tell from her answer whether she was joking or serious. Being ignorant of other people’s feelings, it was unclear how much she understood Mizuhara’s feelings.

But she is very understanding and quick to understand. Taking that into account, it seemed like she had already decided on how to deal with Mizuhara Shizuku.

“I’m getting a lot of attention from girls these days, it’s a bit of a problem.”

I never thought that the word “popular” would come out of Wakamatsu’s mouth. Even she, who is not very enthusiastic, noticed that the love calls from those around her must be so great.

“…It’s good to be popular, it’s not a problem.”

“That would be a problem. Because there’s someone else I like.”

Wakamatsu casually conveys his love.

The Wakamatsu who had broken up with Mizuhara the day she went to the beach was a completely different person. In just a month, she had found her answer. And she came to tell Mizuhara this answer honestly. It’s probably still the same now.

“It’s about Mizuhara.”

His dignified eyes gazed upon me with something hot in them.

Unable to bear his gaze, an unpleasant sweat began to break out on my body.

“I told you before. I can’t go out with Wakamatsu.”

Even though he bluntly rejected his confession, the classmate across from him continued talking without a care in the world.

“Let’s talk more, Mizuhara.”

It was a line I’d heard somewhere down from the apartment building.

He couldn’t help but remember the happy feeling he had when he heard those words. Mizuhara was happy. The words that Wakamatsu Kaede had said to him.

“If I tell you… Will anything change?”

“Yeah, I’ll change it.”

Wakamatsu’s eyes are fixed on Mizuhara and won’t let go.

Her sincere words try to bring Mizuhara’s feelings forward.

“Well, first of all, Mizuhara, you need to get better!”

With that statement, Wakamatsu unlocked and opened the door. Holding the large map that was leaning against the wall in both hands, Wakamatsu stepped out into the corridor.

“You’ve only been drinking vegetable juice lately.”

“……picture”

“What do you mean, you’re eating like everyone else?”

I wonder if he was talking about the conversation in the nurse’s office. Lately, I’ve been drinking vegetable juice all through my lunch break. I wonder if Wakamatsu was watching closely.

“If Mizuhara doesn’t eat it, then I won’t either.”

“…Stop that.”

“Well then, Mizuhara, you should eat too, I’m keeping an eye on you!”

Wakamatsu drew a large line around his mouth and smiled, showing his teeth.

Mizuhara Shizuku could not deny that she was saved by that brightness.