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A lot has happened at the sports festival, but there are only a few competitions left, and once the current women’s relay is over, all that’s left is the men’s relay and the scavenger hunt.
I was already waiting at the entrance gate, watching Rikuto trembling next to me.
“What are you so scared of?”
“Of course I’m scared ! The other party is Makoto !”
As Rikuto said, Makoto is also quite athletic.
He is faster than me in the short distance.
However, I’d like to say that it’s better than my opponent, but there’s no point in arguing here, so I’ll keep quiet.
“Mitsui Kenshiro, may I have a word?”
As I was stretching, Tokumatsu spoke to me with a serious expression.
“What is it? Are you trying to stir things up again?”
“No, I won’t do that again.”
Saying that, Tokumatsu lowered his head.
“H-hey !”
“I apologize for all the rude remarks I’ve made. I can tell by looking at you. You’re not the kind of guy who would toy with people.”
I was glad that he seemed to understand, but at the same time, I was a little disappointed because I was aware of the competition.
I thought so, but the look on Tokumatsu’s face when he raised it was not one of resignation.
“Just pretend that what happened didn’t happen. I’m sorry if I’m being selfish.”
“No, that’s fine, but will you stop the duel?”
Tokumatsu’s mouth relaxes as I ask this.
“I’m sorry, but it’s all right. I can’t stay defeated by you. The last relay is a battle of wills.”
“I see, Okay, then I’ll just have to beat you.”
“Thank you. Let’s give each other a good fight.”
We shook hands on the spot and made peace.
Tokumatsu is a strange guy, but he’s not a bad guy.
He’s just a little too straight.
It’s just……
“But you confessed 12 times, I think that’s too much.”
This is the legend of the confessing master I heard from Wado.
“Hmph ! It can’t be helped. As soon as I fall in love, I confess my feelings.”
I seemed to get along well with such a Tokumatsu, but I didn’t want to get to know him any better.
The result of the relay was that Makoto, the third runner, showed an overwhelming run that kept the other classes at bay, and the class 4 won the relay.
We finished in fourth place.
All the events in which I participated were over, and only the scavenger hunt remained.
From my class, Fuyusaki was a member of the team.
The boys in my class were saying something about what happened earlier, but it was bothering me so I ignored them and watched the game.
The scavanger hunt seemed to be relatively easy, and the competition went on one after another, such as the student council members.
Finally, it was Fuyusaki’s turn.
At the same time as the start, the contestants ran to the desk where the paper with the theme written on it was placed 30 meters away.
Fuyusaki was slow and was in last place when she reached the desk.
Fuyusaki also took a paper, checked the subject, and then her eyes met mine.
She ran toward me, keeping eye contact with me.
(Hey, hey, no way !)
“Mitsui kun ! Please come with me !”
My bad premonition was right and I was chosen as the answer to Fuyusaki’s question.
Combined with my earlier comment, the girls in the class looked at me with sparkling eyes, the boys booed me, and some of the other classes and grades also seemed interested.
I reached the goal with Fuyusaki with a feeling of being unwilling.
Fuyusaki hands a piece of paper with a theme written on it to the person in charge.
“Then ! The theme for the 1st year class 1 is–”
(…..I hope it’s not something like someone you love….)
I knew it shouldn’t be, but for some reason, my heart was beating loudly.
“Boy in class ! This is the easiest of all the subjects, and lucky you, 1st year class 1 !”
The ground is filled with both cheers and disappointed voices.
We follow the instructions and sit in front of the first place flag.
(Boys in class, huh.)
I find myself feeling a little disappointed, even though it should have been the turn of events I was hoping for.
“You look disappointed. Were you expecting something?”
Fuyusaki, perhaps sensing it by looking at my face, says.
“Well, a little. I was hoping for the coolest guy or something.”
“Fufu, don’t worry, even if it was that subject, I would have brought Mitsui kun with me.”
I was supposed to be teasing Fuyusaki, but she didn’t even move and ended up teasing me instead.
“I-I mean, there were more boys in your class, right? Why me?”
I asked a common question in an attempt to divert the conversation.
“……Right, there were certainly many other boys in my class. But—”
Fuyusaki looks at me and makes firm eye contact.
“If anything, you want to be with the person you love, right?”
At the goal tape, people from other classes crossed the finish line holding the designated items, and the ground echoed with cheers.
And yet, at this moment, it felt like only my time had stopped.
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