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“Hey, Akito. ……Please. Will you join me in my practice?”
Fujisaki suddenly grabbed my sleeve and said that to me with a look up at me.
What’s more…Fujisaki had probably just gotten out of the bath. Her hair felt moist, and her white skin peeking out from her thin workout clothes was faintly flushed. Faced with her sex appeal, I found myself holding my breath.
“…Akito. Do you really not want to be with me…?”
“Huh !? What do you mean, ‘not want’…”
“Practice. You were practicing for tomorrow too, right? Same with me…I want to do it with you. Is that okay?”
Keeping her gaze fixed on me, Fujisaki leaned in closer.
…For some reason, we were incredibly close. A sweet scent filled the air. My heart began to pound loudly.
Whether she knew it or not,
Fujisaki continued speaking in a voice that sounded like she was pleading.
“Hey, Akito? Please…will you do it with me?”
“W-wait, I understand ! I understand, so please step back…”
I replied, half in surrender.
Then Fujisaki broke into a wide smile,
“Really? …Ehehe, I’m so happy.”
Her cheeks flushed slightly as she gazed at my face.
What is this? I thought.
Was I dreaming? Fujisaki was clearly acting strangely.
“Then, I’ll get ready. Akito, wait here for a moment, okay?”
Saying that, Fujisaki began to untie her hair in front of me.
She was trying to tie her semi-long flaxen hair into a ponytail. The gesture of holding the hair tie in her lips and reaching behind her head with both arms to tie her hair was…incredibly vulnerable.
Fujisaki was currently wearing a sleeveless sports outfit. Because of that, her white skin and armpits were occasionally visible. The thin material also made her body contours stand out, and it was a scene that could only be described as…well, thank you.
“Okay, I’m done. So, Akito, is 1-on-1 okay with you?”
“Huh? …Oh, sure. That’s fine…”
“Hehe, thanks. I’ll go first on offense.”
An innocent smile. …Fujisaki can smile like this, huh.
Since she was little, she’s always had a mature aura about her. She’d give us a exasperated smile when we’d get excited over silly things. That’s always been her style.
But now, she was…
smiling with a carefree expression that could only be described as childlike.
It felt somehow fresh—and undeniably charming.
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After that, Fujisaki and I continued practicing one-on-one for a while.
It was a serious battle of outmaneuvering each other, simulating a goal-area showdown.
Still, I’m a guy and she’s a girl. There was a physical disparity, so I thought I wouldn’t lose, but—
“Hehe. Akito, you let your guard down again, didn’t you?”
…Unfortunately, we were almost evenly matched.
I completely understand the reason why this happened.
(No, no. There’s no way I can concentrate in this situation…!)
In the middle of the night, alone in the park with the school’s most beautiful girl.
Plus, her sportswear was thin, exposing her white skin.
And every time she dribbled or shot, her beautifully shaped breasts would sway.
“Okay. Next, it’s your turn, Akito.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks…”
I took the ball from Fujisaki and got into a dribbling position.
She, too, assumes a defensive stance—her forward-leaning posture causes her well-shaped cleavage to be fully exposed.
And…naturally, I am a man.
My gaze is unconsciously drawn to the shadow cast by the gaps in Fujisaki Renka’s white skin.
My eyes are drawn to it—
“Ah…hey, Akito. Where were you looking just now?”
I thought, “Oh no.”
…Maybe she noticed my gaze. Fujisaki stared at me with a serious expression, trying to read my face.
Suddenly, the insults I had received from Fujisaki in the past came back to me—the days when she kept calling me a “pervert” felt nostalgic.
(No, this isn’t the time for that. I have to somehow cover it up…!)
Insults are still cute.
If she finds out that I was staring at her chest, the punishment might not be that mild. If she reports me to the police for groping, my life will be over here.
“I wasn’t looking anywhere ! Come on, let’s continue practicing—”
“Were you looking at my chest?”
Oh…it’s over.
I never thought my life would end so suddenly. Just like my first love, everything ends abruptly.
But Fujisaki…
“Hey…Akito. Akito, do you like girls’ breasts…?”
She didn’t report me to the police or even insult me.
Instead, she looked at me with a shy, upward glance, seeming nervous.
“No, I…!”
No, I can’t think straight.
What’s wrong with Fujisaki today?
She…didn’t she hate me?
As I thought about it, my brain started to spin in confusion.
“I, um…I like legs more than breasts! Look, thighs, for example…”
…This is terrible. What am I saying?
Please. Anyone, just kill me right now.
What have I said? This isn’t just a cover-up, it’s only made the situation worse.
“…I see. So that’s how it is…”
But.
Fujisaki’s reaction was, as expected, different from what I had imagined.
She twirled her side hair with her fingertips, fidgeting and moving her thin lips,
“Then, starting tomorrow…maybe I’ll wear a shorter skirt…”
She muttered.
Blushing, Fujisaki definitely said something like that.
What the hell is this?
What the hell is going on?
This is like—Fujisaki likes me, doesn’t she?
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This gets pretty sweet and extremely sad too, Renka didnt really deserve that level of treatment from Akito because she basically was just slightly dishonest (tsundere i guess) but cant really blame him either because he’s just a confused teen who took all her words literally and ignored all her actions that always contradicted her words, their other childhood friends should’ve mediated better but hey atleast we got here finally.
Tf??? Dude if a girl basically yelled out to her friends that she hates you (plus actually yelling it at you) why wouldn’t you believe that she hated you? Not to mention she showered him with insults supposedly daily.