The Girl Who Sweats Easily And The Boy With Bad Posture - Chapter 2

The temperature continues to rise as it gets later in the afternoon…

Due to the unusually high number of typhoons this year, the Foehn effect made the temperature rise dramatically.

Unsurprisingly, my back was drenched, and my shirt stuck to me, making my bra clearly visible.

I can wipe the sweat from my forehead with a towel, but there’s nothing I can do about my body.

On top of that…

“Oh no… this is bad… I don’t have any backups left for today…”

I always carry backup socks with me.

Unfortunately, I used up two pairs already this morning.

I hate this… I really hate this…

___Bing-bong, bing-bong

When the bell for the fifth period ends, I quickly stand up from my seat…

I need to use my antiperspirant spray.

My sweat is so bad that I don’t want to do it here in the classroom.

I grab my bag and try to run out…

“Ichinose-san.”

A voice calls out from the seat behind me.

Again?

I already know who it is. It’s Asou, the person who spoke to me during lunch.

“What is it? I’m really in a rush.”

I replied in an irritated tone, and inwardly, I thought, “I shouldn’t have said that.”

Asou took a paper bundle out of his bag.

Eh?

Asou, with his slouched posture, quickly straightened up and set the bundle on my desk while walking past me.

“…These… socks… use them.”

After saying that, Asou hunched his back again and left the classroom.

Since my seat is at the back of the classroom, no one is looking my way.

And honestly, no one would want to look at a girl with such a strong smell.

I guess that’s why Asou went and did something like this.

When I opened the bundle, there were brand-new navy socks inside…

“Wh-what is that guy’s deal?”

It was creepy…

However, my desire to change these sweat-soaked, soggy socks won out.

I grabbed the socks Asou handed me and rushed to the restroom.

Haah…

Now that I think about it, why did I even accept them?

By the time the sixth period was halfway through, I found myself sighing.

It’s not exactly regret… but I was definitely feeling confused and anxious.

Asou Naoyuki, who’s sitting right behind me, what is he thinking right now?

To get rid of that anxiety, I began playing with my phone under the desk.

Huh?

It’s been updated…

The work by Nao Yuki-sensei, [Sweaty Girl Ai’s Secret Depravity.]

It’s a new work that started recently.

This is bad…

I want to read it right now…

But…

At least just the preview…

I clicked on the work…

☆

Keito handed Ai a paper bag.

“Hurry up and change your socks.”

Ai hesitated, but it was obvious that the smell of her sweaty socks would spread through the classroom if she didn’t act.

Although she seemed hesitant, Ai dashed into the girls’ bathroom and took off her sweat-soaked socks.

The overwhelming scent hit her nostrils, and Ai was filled with self-loathing.

“Ugh, this smells awful… but, Keito… why does he have women’s socks?”

☆

“Eh?!”

I unintentionally let out a strange voice, and the stares from the entire classroom felt like they were stabbing me.

“N-nothing… I’m sorry.”

I timidly bowed my head and shrank down at my desk.

But… what is going on? It’s as if this was me just moments ago, right?…

It was so strange how much the writing and my actions were in sync that it scared me.

__There’s a model for this work.

Nao Yuki-sensei sent me a reply like that.

No way… could they be near me?

There’s no way something so ridiculous could happen.

But if it’s not that, there’s no way to explain the story.

No, no, it must be a coincidence…

___Bing-bong, bing-bong

While I kept arguing with myself, the chime signaling the end of the 6th period rang.

Another day has come to an end.

I just want to finish homeroom and head home. I really want to shower.

And then…

I really want to read more.

I was excited…

Chapter length 1585 characters.