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“Haa…”
I walked along the path to school, yawning.
Lately, I hadn’t been able to sleep well and was feeling a bit sleep-deprived.
All of this…
—Chuu.
“Huh?! What the… What is this? What is this? What is this?!”
I clutched my head, letting out a cry without meaning to.
The light was red.
I stopped and waited, fighting the urge to crouch down, when a sweet scent drifted gently past my nose from beside me.
“…Hurry up, Kensuke.”
Mashiro stood next to me without so much as a glance in my direction.
“O…”
“O?”
“O…”
“………… Ha! K-Kensuke! Stop getting turned on by looking at my… b-breasts first thing in the morning! And to say ‘ooh…’ to me right off the bat…!”
“I didn’t say anything like that!”
“Pervert… A random pervert first thing in the morning…!”
“It’s just that nothing else came out—I was trying to say ‘good morning’ normally!”
You wouldn’t normally say “boobs” to a girl right off the bat, would you?
…Well, I guess.
It’s not that I’d go so far as to say that, but Mashiro has the kind of chest that men dream of—the shape and size are just perfect, you could say. If anything, I’m not even thinking about touching them… wait, no, that’s not right.
“……Haa. You can’t even say a normal ‘good morning’? Don’t you think that’s a bit much for a human being? Well, assuming Kensuke is even human to begin with, of course.”
“Look at my limbs! Look at my limbs!”
“So Kensuke’s pride as a human lies in his limbs, huh. …Too bad.”
“Don’t say ‘too bad’!”
The light still hasn’t changed.
“Actually, isn’t it Mashiro who can’t say ‘good morning’? If you were to forcefully split ‘good morning’ into two parts, you’re always only saying the second half.”
“That just means Kensuke is the kind of person who can get by with just the second half of the greeting. I say the whole thing to other people. Ah, but since there’s a possibility Kensuke isn’t human, I should probably revise what I just said. Hmm. That means Kensuke is the one who only says the second half…”
“You don’t need to correct and rephrase it. Actually, you should correct the part about him possibly not being human first.”
“You’re saying some crazy stuff. Then can you provide evidence to back that up? We’ll talk after that. People don’t act based on emotion alone. I’m glad I learned something. Well, I don’t really mean ‘I’m glad’ from the bottom of my heart, though.”
“You’re the one talking nonsense… I mean, like, the other day too…”
She started to speak, but the rest of the words wouldn’t come out.
“What about last time?”
Mashiro looked at me suspiciously.
Last time, Mashiro… to me…
“…N-nothing.”
The light turned green, and I started walking.
“Huh? What do you mean, ‘nothing’?”
“I don’t want to be human anymore!”
“Really? Well, if that’s the case, then fine.”
“…No, it’s not fine!”
It’s not fine. It really isn’t.
For the past few days, I’ve been going over the same thing over and over.
Why did Mashiro kiss me back then?
I still haven’t been able to ask her why.
“…………Haa.”
“……I hope you can become human soon.”
“That’s not why I’m sighing.”
That night.
Unusually, a proper dinner spread was laid out on the table.
And in front of me—
“Kensuke, there’s no tea. Tea.”
“A high school sophomore who can’t even say ‘please get me some’… I mean, just get it yourself.”
“I’ve already sat down.”
“I’m sitting here too, though.”
Saying that, I obediently went to get Mashiro’s tea.
It seemed like no one was home at Mashiro’s place today, so she decided to stay for dinner at my place while she was here to share some food. Or rather, Mashiro just decided to do that on her own.
This has hardly ever happened before. For Mashiro—of all people—to want to have dinner with me…
“Kensuke, you have a duty to entertain me.”
“Why?”
“Because I feel sorry for my childhood friend who’s always eating alone, so I’m taking time out of my precious schedule to share a meal with you, aren’t I? Don’t you think you need to repay my kindness? You do, right?”
“Kindness that comes with an expectation of repayment isn’t really kindness.”
Her explanation wasn’t exactly kind either.
Feeling exasperated, I sat down in front of Mashiro once more and clasped my hands.
“Let’s eat.”
“Let’s eat.”
I picked up my chopsticks and began to eat.
To be honest, Mashiro was right—mealtimes were lonely.
So, I’m genuinely happy to be able to eat with Mashiro.
However, acting normally around Mashiro right now is out of the question.
Because…
—Chuu
“?!”
“?”
“M-mmm, this is delicious. It tastes even better when you eat with someone else!”
“…That’s unpleasant.”
“Don’t be unpleasant.”
She snorted in a huff, looking displeased, and continued to move her chopsticks in silence.
I’m acting pretty weird myself, but no matter how you look at it, Mashiro is the weirdest one here.
After she’d done it twice, Mashiro started getting flustered by my words and actions, creating an opening for me to take a firm stance. And whenever I took a firm stance, Mashiro would become submissive.
But after Awara san confessed to me, Mashiro’s violent tendencies skyrocketed, and she tried to punch a hole in my stomach. Just when I thought that, she calmed down.
And when she found out I’d turned down Awara san’s confession, Mashiro looked clearly happy, yet relieved at the same time. She became submissive again.
—Or so I thought, until she kissed me while I was sleeping.
“…………”
I couldn’t help but look at Mashiro.
Eyes that shone coldly like glass, framed by long lashes.
Her face was perfectly symmetrical, as if sculpted, with fair, porcelain skin.
Her thin, soft-looking lips were a beautiful cherry blossom pink, and with them…
“……Hey.”
“Huh?”
“W-what are you looking at me with such a lecherous gaze for… We’re in the middle of a meal, you know.”
“……Ah, s-sorry.”
“! So you admit you were looking at me with lustful eyes……”
“No, I—I wasn’t looking! I wasn’t looking at all!”
“That excuse doesn’t hold water. You were staring at my chest this morning too… Could you please stop getting aroused? E-even though we did it twice… I don’t want you to think we can do it again.”
“I’m not thinking that…”
No, I’m just trying not to think about it—I still want to do it, though. …To be honest, I want to do it like crazy. No, that’s not right.
“I’m not some easy woman you can just have whenever you want, Kensuke. Could you show some restraint?”
“I know that.”
She says she’s not an easy woman, she tells me not to get aroused… but it was Mashiro who kissed me the other day.
And yet, now I’ve come full circle and calmed down… I don’t get it.
I just don’t understand Mashiro again.
“…Seriously, why are men—Kensuke included—always in heat? I get that it’s unavoidable for them to find me attractive as a woman, but it’s so blatant it’s gross.”
“Huh? Do other guys look at you with lustful eyes too? No, I don’t look at you like that, though.”
“They do look at me. Just walking around normally, they really do. It’s especially bad at school. Just walking down the hallway, several male students…”
“…I can’t forgive that.”
“…………Huh?”
“Hm? What’s wrong? You suddenly turned red.”
“Huh! Ah, I’m not blushing at all. I-it’s just… I’m surprised—or rather, happy… or worried? Or something like that? I’m not really sure…”
“What are you mumbling about?”
“A-anyway, shut up!”
“Saying ‘shut up’ isn’t exactly a versatile response, you know.”
She really is an enigmatic girl, Mashiro.
……I guess I should ask her after all.
For starters, she told me not to lust after her, yet she was the one who kissed me first, which kinda pisses me off… though, it does get me going, too.
And above all, the fact that she kissed me means… well.
“H-hey, Mashiro.”
“What?”
“Um, well…”
I stumble over my words.
But I’m going to say it. Tonight, for sure…
“Hah! N-no way, Kensuke, you’re not going to… a-ask me for it tonight! I’m n-never going to let you do it a third time!!”
“Forget it.”
After dinner.
While Mashiro was relaxing in the living room, I was upstairs folding laundry and putting it back on the shelf.
I just wanted to do something mindlessly right now. Otherwise…
――Chuu.
“Huh?!”
The sensation on my lips brought back that memory, and I slammed my head hard against the shelf.
“Ow…”
“――You’re so slow on the uptake.”
“Huh?”
Mashiro suddenly spoke to me from behind, startling me and throwing me off balance.
“Wh—…”
It was a situation similar to the second time.
But this time, I instinctively tried to brace myself. That was the problem.
My center of gravity shifted, and only my upper body leaned forward.
Mashiro, standing directly in front of me, froze at the sudden movement, and inevitably, the distance between us closed.
Time seemed to flow in slow motion as their faces drew closer.
Unable to dodge, unable to brace myself any further, I remained in that awkward position…
…Chu.
““!??!?!?!””
Our lips definitely touched.
—The god of romance comedies must be favoring me way too much.
“W-w-w… what are you doing…”
Mashiro touched her lips with her index finger, trembling.
Eventually, her face turned bright red, and she glared at him with intense eyes.
“What are you doing…!!!”
Mashiro lunged at ma as if she were about to grab me by the collar.
“You totally did that on purpose, didn’t you?! You did it on purpose, didn’t you?! Just because you couldn’t talk to me directly doesn’t mean you had to do this…! I told you not to do that, didn’t I?! A-and yet, you went and k-kissed me…! You’re the worst!!”
――The worst.
Those words removed my mental block, just like they did that day.
“You call me the worst…”
I took a step toward Mashiro and, carried away by the momentum, blurted out:
“What’s the girl who kissed me while I was sleeping the other day talking about?!”
I… I finally said it…
“…………”
And then, in response to my words, Mashiro—
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