A Story About a Handsome Girl Having Her First Kiss Stolen by an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 56

Friday, September 30

Leaving her uniform behind, Mizuhara Shizuku crawled into bed.

Although it’s good that my period, which had been out of sync, has finally come, my body just feels so heavy. My head feels heavy, and even my ability to think about small details has weakened.

“Ahh, my stomach hurts… this is the worst.”

With my mind in a cloudy state, I thought about Wakamatsu Hanafuda.

I had known for a long time that I had to end my relationship with Wakamatsu.

When Mizuhara was feeling depressed after her sister’s disappearance, she suddenly had the idea of ​​finding “something” or “someone” to replace her sister. It was a completely unexpected idea that the usual Mizuhara would never have thought of. However, at the time, all Mizuhara could do was cling to such a trivial “something.”

Someone who is special to her like an older sister, someone she can talk to freely about anything like family, and someone who will treat Mizuhara in a special way.

“Be special to a special person.”

This was the idea that came to my crazy mind.

“Oh man, that’s the worst.”

He spat venom at the ceiling of the familiar room.

The reason he broke up with Wakamatsu Kaede can be summed up in one word: “guilt.” There’s no doubt about that.

Guilt towards Wakamatsu, guilt for forgetting his sister, and the last thing…

The intercom rings.

Was it a delivery? I’m sure I set it to be left at the door. Mizuhara lifted his heavy body and headed from the corner room to the intercom in the living room. Before the intercom rang a second time, he pressed the button marked “answer.”

“Ah! Mizuhara!”

The voice was so joyful and bouncy that I had a guess. It was Wakamatsu Hanafude.

“Eh, why…?”

Before I could even think about it, a voice leaked out.

I wonder why my classmates are here. This scene reminds me of the days when they came to Suwon to deliver handouts.

“Mizuhara won’t eat anything, so I brought some food.”

“…Why so suddenly?”

“Because if we don’t push for it, Mizuhara will refuse.”

That’s certainly what he said.

I never thought they would even show up at my house with food.

“At least show me your face. If you don’t show me, I’ll just stay here forever.”

Urged by Wakamatsu’s voice, Mizuhara unlocked the entrance door.

“I’m glad I made it this far.”

When Wakamatsu opened the door to his house and met him, he put his hand on his chest and murmured, “I’m relieved.” Mizuhara tilted his head at his words.

“But there was also a scenario where Mizuhara would come out to the entrance, right?”

“a……”

That’s a good idea.

Mizuhara was surprised that he had forgotten about it. Before he knew it, inviting her into his home had become a normal thing. He wanted to close the door at this point, but Wakamatsu, who had his hand on the door, stopped him.

“You look pale after all. Seriously, just eat something, Mizuhara.”

“Well, I was planning to eat it properly, but…”

“Haha, I won’t listen to any excuses.”

For the past few days, I’ve been suffering from chronic pain in my lower abdomen due to premenstrual syndrome, and I have had no appetite.

Distracted by the unexpected visitor, he forgot about it, but the severe pain in his lower abdomen started to hit him again. He grimaced, and his classmate seemed to notice something strange.

“Do you have a stomach ache?”

“…It hurts, so I have no appetite.”

“I see… sorry for showing up so suddenly.”

Wakamatsu apologised weakly and bowed his head.

I never expected him to be so depressed, so I feel kind of sorry.

“Well then, take this. I’m going home now.”

“…What would you have done if I hadn’t been home?”

“Because today is Friday after school.”

Wakamatsu laughed lightly.

Yes, it was after school on a Friday. I remembered the days I had spent with Wakamatsu, and my heart ached again.

“… Shall we go up the house?”

Before I knew it, I had invited her in.

Wakamatsu’s eyes sparkled as he accepted Mizuhara’s proposal. He calmed down his overjoyed classmates and led them to his room. When he opened the door, he remembered that he had still taken off his uniform.

“……a!”

“What?”

Wakamatsu turns around when he hears Mizuhara’s voice.

“Wait, I’ll clean up a bit.”

“It doesn’t matter, Mizuhara’s room is nice anyway.”

She stepped in.

“Ah,” Wakamatsu muttered. Perhaps he was surprised by Mizuhara’s roughness.

“They still had the clock on display.”

Wakamatsu exclaimed cheerfully, pointing to a simple table clock. It was the item she picked out for them on their first holiday date. This clock was the only thing in Shizuku Mizuhara’s house that was still ticking.

“There are even candles!”

“Well, I can’t just throw it away.”

Wakamatsu picked up the candle with its odd color and pattern and laughed. Embarrassed, he handed it back gruffly.

“You don’t want to erase Mizuhara either, do you?”

“…”

“Hahaha, Mizuhara is surprisingly stubborn.”

He thought about retorting that it was rude, but he couldn’t deny that he couldn’t let go of the memories he had with Wakamatsu. Without responding to her words, Mizuhara reached for the folding table that he had put away.

“I’m a troublesome woman, so you should dump me soon.”

“Well, I like that about you, too.”

“…”

Mizuhara was speechless and remained silent. He prepared the table and urged Wakamatsu to place the rice he had brought on the table.

“Is your stomach okay?”

“I’m just waiting for the medicine to kick in.”

“Yes, that would be good.”

What came out of the plastic bag at the convenience store were a sandwich, a salad, and a yogurt drink. I tried to take my money but was stopped. I felt guilty for being treated so well.

“Delicious?”

“It’s delicious… thank you.”

“That’s good.”

Wakamatsu looks satisfied as he munches on potato chips.

It was a Friday after school, and the first time we spent time together in a long time.