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It was, in fact, a pleasant morning.
“Mmm… zzz… zzz…”
—If it weren’t for my childhood friend sleeping naked right next to me.
“(That’s right… I, yesterday…)”
—Last night.
A room just the two of us.
I had Mashiro pinned down, and next to her face lay an open box of condoms.
pinned had a defiant look in her eyes, but there was something fragile about her.
“W-what’s with that look? Didn’t you say you didn’t feel anything for me?”
“W-well, yeah? Some little guy like you, getting all full of yourself just because we did it once… fr-from my perspective, it means nothing.”
Our gazes locked, and sparks flew.
“Re-really? So in Mashiro’s mind, that one time you gave in to me never happened? You’ve got a pretty convenient way of thinking. Especially since you’re always giving me such a hard time.”
“It’s you who’s being convenient, Kensuke. …Actually, could you move? You’re in the way… y-you’re too close.”
“What’s wrong with being close? Oh, are you maybe blushing? You’ve got no immunity to this, do you? Even though you’re always saying you’re popular with guys.”
“Huh⁉ I-I’m definitely not blushing⁉ Why would I have to blush over someone like you! T-That’s just like… it’s as if I’m all flustered by this situation…!!”
Mashiro suddenly turns her face away.
The tension rises, and it becomes harder and harder to back down.
“No way, no way. No matter how you look at it, that face is clearly flustered. From the outside, you look like a girl in love straight out of a shoujo manga.”
“Hmph! C-can you stop making up excuses? There’s absolutely no way I’d be moved. I-I don’t feel anything … such a loser.”
“Ugh… Y-you really don’t feel anything, do you? No matter what I do to you, Mashiro?”
“Huh!!! …I-I don’t feel anything, okay? W-well… if you’ve got the guts to do it, Kensuke?”
““…………!!!!””
“Y-you said it… You just said it!”
“I-I did say it? I just said it, didn’t I⁉”
And so, neither of us backing down, time passed as we simply stared at each other.
A silence fell.
““…………Gulp””
Having provoked me once only to back down, Mashiro likely had that queenly pride—she wasn’t about to lose to me any further.
And I, too, having been provoked this far, and having provoked her back after the first time, couldn’t back down either… plus, I was just plain turned on by Mashiro. Because… she was sexy. Honestly, yeah.
And so, as a result of this clash of wills—where neither of us was about to back down—
“(What is this cliché that would never happen in a normal romance comedy…?)”
Plus, this is the second time in such a short period… No, honestly, it was amazing, but that’s not the point.
“Sshh… mmh… mmph…”
This time, I gaze at my childhood friend, who’s sleeping so peacefully.
Mashiro usually acts all aloof and has an unapproachable vibe, but seeing her like this, she really just looks like a cute girl.
But when it comes down to it, she’s not just cute—she’s got a certain allure…
“Mmm… ………… Hmm…?”
Mashiro slowly wakes up.
It seems she’s still half-asleep; she stares blankly around the room for a moment,
“…………Huh?”
She tilts her head, and our eyes finally meet.
“…………Huh? …………What⁉”
Hiding her pale skin under the covers, Mashiro’s face turns bright red.
It seems she’s finally grasped the situation.
“Um… good morning.”
“Good… morning? No, it’s not ‘good morning’… with that smug look on your face…”
Mashiro hides her face under the covers. Then she glances at me briefly before hiding again.
After repeating this for a while,
“…………w-we did it, didn’t we? And… again.”
“……Y-yeah, again.”
Mashiro’s body trembles.
As her childhood friend, I know.
This is the sign that Mashiro is about to lose her temper…
“…………I’m… going home.”
Saying that, Mashiro gets dressed and hurriedly leaves the room.
“……Huh?”
It was so unexpected that a dumbfounded sound escaped my lips.
Mashiro didn’t snap at me.
On the contrary, she was unusually subdued, and I didn’t sense a single trace of hostility toward me.
It was the same last night.
She calmed down right away, and even her insults toward me were weak, and so…
“What the hell is going on… with this?”
It was the second morning in a row that my mind couldn’t keep up.
After that, we went to school separately as usual.
I arrived just in time for homeroom and entered the classroom.
Mashiro was already there, chatting happily with Hase about something.
“By the way, your hair is so silky smooth~. So you really do style it in the morning, huh?”
“Not at all. Besides, I didn’t have much time today, so I just gave it a quick brush.”
“……Can I collect a ‘smooth hair tax’? To correct the inequality.”
“No way.”
“Ha ha.”
It was true; Mashiro had her usual aloof, unapproachable air. Even though she must have been rushing around more than usual today.
Just as I was honestly admiring her, our eyes met unexpectedly.
“……Oh.”
“Hm? Oh, it’s Kita-chan. Good morning.”
“G-good morning.”
I’m not sure if she’s angry, but she’s staring intently at me.
According to the usual pattern, if I say anything, I’ll probably get showered with insults worse than ever.
“Well, Mashiro… good morning.”
As I nervously spoke up, Mashiro didn’t even bother to glare at me.
“…………morning.”
She muttered just that.
Hase tilted her head at the clearly different, unharsh tone.
“Mashiro? What’s up?”
“Nothing’s up.”
“Oh?”
“That’s right.”
“Hmm…”
Once again, Hase looked back and forth between me and Mashiro, then casually said,
“Oh, did you two kiss this morning too?”
Never mind the fact that it wasn’t just a kiss—it was the second time…
For Hase, it was just a light joke in place of a greeting.
You’d think that the Mashiro of today would be a little flustered but still give her a sharp retort—but no.
“Huh?! W-what are you talking about?! There’s no way we’d do something like that! A-are you an idiot?! Idiot! Idiot Kensuke! I-Idiot!!”
“I didn’t say anything⁉”
Mashiro’s voice echoed throughout the classroom.
The room fell deathly silent, and all eyes turned to Mashiro, her face bright red.
“Um… Mashiron?”
“…………I, I don’t know. I don’t even know Kensuke anymore… I, I don’t know him…!”
Mashiro stormed out of the classroom.
Since she usually doesn’t show much emotion, especially at school, and maintains the image of a cool beauty, Mashiro’s sudden outburst seemed all the more unusual.
Her classmates were confused, and a strange buzz lingered in the classroom.
“W-why am I the only one… That was all about Hase, right?”
“L-like a lightning rod? Since being a lightning rod is Kita-chan’s calling. Or is it his past life?”
“No way… And what even is a ‘calling’ for a lightning rod?”
Even Hase, who’s usually so laid-back, was shaken by that side of Mashiro.
“Anyway… why don’t you just put your bag down?”
“O-oh.”
To be honest, I was shaken up too.
For Mashiro to waver this much… this isn’t just a revolution.
I hadn’t even come to terms with the fact that I’d done it again on impulse… but now that it’s come to this, instead of acting like a great sage, I’ve actually become calm.
For now, let’s put the bag down. First, the bag…
“Kita-chan, that’s my seat.”
“Oh.”
After school.
After finishing up some simple tasks for the beautification committee, I headed straight home.
Of course, I was thinking about Mashiro the whole time.
Come to think of it, lately I’ve been thinking about nothing but Mashiro.
Ever since that first incident, the relationship between Mashiro and me has changed drastically. Or rather, Mashiro has changed drastically.
The Queen is no longer the Queen she used to be.
“(Well, I guess that makes sense… Mashiro, who was so proud she looked down on me relentlessly and wouldn’t let any guy get close to her, actually did it with me twice…)”
As I was thinking about that, I noticed a female student loitering in front of the café.
“No… b-but… okay… no, wait…”
She’d try to go in, hesitate, resolve to go in again, then turn back… repeating this over and over.
“…………Ugh, why is this happening… If I don’t eat something sweet right now, I’m really going to lose my balance… F-first of all, it’s my fault… B-but the fact is we did it… A-and not just once, but twice…!! Ugh… ugh…”
Muttering to herself, the female student eventually slumped in dejection.
…Wait, isn’t that Mashiro?
“M-Mashiro?”
When I called out to her reflexively, Mashiro’s shoulders jerked.
Clutching her bag tightly with both hands, she said in a voice so faint it was almost inaudible.
“……W-what? Do… do you need something from me?”
Setting aside the fact that it’s not so much that I need something from her, but rather that from an outsider’s perspective, I must look like a suspicious person…
……Huh? Was Mashiro always this demure?
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