Everyone Thinks Wakana Is Innocent—But She Only Gets Naughty With Me (GL) - Chapter 13

“Today’s gym class is volleyball!”

Nozawa, who must have overheard it from another class, approached me with an excited tone.

“Really? I’m terrible at ball games, so I’m a little worried.”

“I… I feel the same way…”

My modest response prompted Koga to hesitantly agree, looking uncertain. It seemed the class would be paired with another due to numbers. This arrangement made the introverted Koga fidget nervously during the break.

“Wow! Wakana-san is amazing!”

“Wakana-san is good at volleyball too… She’s incredible.”

Beside me, the two of them admired her with awe in their voices.

In front of us, Wakana-san leaped high into the air, her movements so graceful it felt like time had slowed. She raised her right arm, focused her sharp gaze on the ball, and swung it downward with immense force.

The loud thud of the ball hitting the ground was followed by cheers.

“Nice one, Wakana-san!”

“Thank you. It’s thanks to Taneda-san’s excellent set.”

Wakana-san smiled gracefully at her classmates. Her composed and kind demeanor seemed like a perfect facade of elegance.

“Ah.”

It wasn’t deliberate, but when Wakana-san noticed me looking at her, she waved gently, her expression softening into a slightly more natural smile.
It felt strangely intimate, seeing her like that during class, and I averted my gaze awkwardly as I raised my hand to wave back.

“I think I’ll take a little break. Can someone take my place?”

A girl hesitantly stepped onto the court to substitute for Wakana-san as she walked off to the sidelines.

“Hey, hey! Let’s play volleyball too!”

Nozawa, bubbling with enthusiasm, invited us to join in. Maybe she was inspired by watching Wakana-san’s performance.

As I glanced away from the ongoing game, my eyes naturally landed on Wakana-san, who was dabbing at her sweat with a towel off the court.

When our eyes met again, she gave me an exaggerated, playful smirk. That teasing glint in her eyes—the one she only showed me—made my heart flutter. But before I could look away, her next gesture stopped me in my tracks.

“!”

Wakana-san slipped the towel beneath her shirt, dabbing at her chest. The gentle rise and fall of her figure with each movement caught my attention. Her gym clothes shifted slightly, emphasizing the curve of her body.

It was just a simple act of wiping away sweat, but the subtle bounce of her chest with every motion felt almost deliberate. Over and over again, she dabbed and adjusted, as if savoring the sensation.

“Sana-chi? What’s wrong?”

Wakana-san’s eyes met mine briefly, her lips parting slightly as if lost in thought. Her expression was a mix of absentmindedness and bliss, and for some reason, I couldn’t look away.

“Sana-chan? Are you okay…?”

She switched to wiping under her arms, pushing the towel firmly against her skin. Even from a distance, I could tell she was using a lot of force. The dampness clinging to her body, the sheen of sweat—it all played vividly in my mind.

The sight consumed my attention. My gaze remained fixed on her.

“Sana-chi!”

Nozawa waved a hand in front of me, pulling me back to reality.

“Huh? What?!”

“You were staring at Wakana-san the whole time! Totally zoned out!”

“I-I wasn’t…”

Nozawa was exaggerating. I wasn’t staring; I just happened to glance at her, that’s all. The warmth spreading through my body had to be from all the exercise or the anticipation of the upcoming game.

“Yeah, you were. It was intense… like you were hypnotized. I mean, I kinda get it. Wakana-san’s figure is amazing.”

Koga glanced down at her own slender frame with a hint of insecurity. I wanted to protest—I wasn’t looking at Wakana-san for the same reasons—but it felt easier to just go along with them.

I put on a polite smile and opened my mouth to respond, but—

“Well, our Sana-chi isn’t losing in the figure department either, y’know!”

Nozawa suddenly reached toward me with a mischievous grin.

“Hey! Stop it, Nozawa!”

Without hesitation, she started tickling me, her hands darting toward my sides and even pressing against my chest.

“See? Big and soft, huh?”

Her teasing was not only embarrassing but physically painful at times. I could feel the stares of others, and I didn’t want people to get the wrong idea about me.

Just as I was about to push her away—

“Nozawa-san.”

A sharp voice cut through the air like a blade.

“Huh? Wakana-san?”

Though she wore a smile, her gaze pinned Nozawa in place with an icy intensity.

Something about her was different. She wasn’t the usual graceful or teasing Wakana-san. There was a new edge to her, something I couldn’t quite define.

“—The court is open now. Would you like to join us for a match?”

Despite barely resting, Wakana-san joined us for a game. Unsurprisingly, her team won by a landslide.

Even though I didn’t consider myself bad at sports, her relentless spikes—aimed almost exclusively at Nozawa—decided the match.

“Wow, she’s strong…”

Nozawa muttered, crouched on the floor in defeat.

“It was a good match. You were especially impressive, Nozawa-san. I saw you as a threat and decided to focus on countering you. Sorry if that seemed a bit mean.”

Wakana-san extended a hand, offering a sportsmanlike apology. Nozawa accepted it, their mutual respect evident in their smiles.

After addressing Koga, Wakana-san turned to me.

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear.

“—You were watching, weren’t you?”

Her whisper was so soft yet crystal clear, each word deliberate and teasing.

“Sana, you’re such a pervert. Watching me during class… my chest, my arms. You couldn’t stop staring.”

“Th-that’s not true!”

“Are you sure~?”

After savoring the moment, Wakana-san returned to her usual composed self, casually chatting with classmates as though nothing had happened.

“Haah…”

It was a good thing this happened during class. If it had been just the two of us, she definitely would’ve pushed further.

With a sigh, I stepped off the court to take a break.