My body is a wreck, full of wounds. But what I grabbed in my right hand told me that I had achieved something. Yes, I survived the battlefield and won (yakisoba and curry bread)…!
My body aches all over…. Oh, Amazoness…. I cursed the enemy for tearing my body to shreds, and looked for a quiet place to rest.
(Is there anyone in the back of the gym?)
I went to the back of the gymnasium, thinking that there would be no one there, and sat down. After taking a breath, I reached for the spoils of war.
“This is delicious.”
The loot (yakisoba bread) was so good that I couldn’t help but say it. It’s no wonder so many people go into battle with this taste.
As I was making up my mind to buy it again tomorrow, a strange boy came to the back of the gym. He didn’t seem to notice me sitting in the shade of the building.
I look at him and suddenly realize that he’s fidgeting. The back of the gym is a hangout for yankees and a spot for confessions as well as bullying.
I didn’t want to be a toothless turtle, but I thought it would be too much trouble to move now and get caught by the nervous boys, so I maintained the status quo.
I waited for a few minutes, wondering who the confession person would be. The person who came was my childhood friend, Yona Miyamoto.
(Hooh. I knew she was popular.)
Once I knew who it was, I opened the bag of curry bread that I hadn’t eaten yet. Even though we were childhood friends, I had no intention of interfering in someone’s love life. My attention shifted to the curry bread in front of me.
“Thank you for coming, Miyamoto-san.”
“Yes. So what can I do for you?”
I said that, but I knew what he wanted. He called me out to this place. I think it’s a confession, if not a love affair.
I let out an internal sigh and waited for the other person to say something. To be honest, I don’t even know the person’s name. At the very least, I don’t think he’s in the same class as me.
“I like you, Miyamoto-san. I want you to go out with me.”
As expected, the words of confession came out. I knew what I would say.
“I’m sorry. I can’t go out with you.”
“Well… may I ask why?”
“I don’t know you very well.”
I’ve only been here about a month. It was too short a time to understand a new person. In addition, I don’t even know the person’s name. I’m not going to go out with someone I’ve never even talked to.
“….I understand. I’ll confess again after we get to know each other better. Can we start as friends?”
“That’s fine then. Nice to meet you.”
“Oh, thank you for coming today.”
I felt relieved as I watched his back as he walked away.
“I’m glad he didn’t try to force himself on me…”
I’ve had a few confessions over the years, but some of them have been a little traumatic because they forced themselves on me. When I was summoned by the person who did not have a good reputation at the time, my childhood friends hid nearby and it did not turn out to be a big deal.
“With the way he’s talking to me, I think he’s going to talk to me aggressively…”
Thinking about it made me depressed. I’ve always been shy, but after being bullied, I was always close to my childhood friends. Now, I can talk to people I’ve never met before, but it’s mentally exhausting.
I exhaled and looked down at my growing breasts. Ever since they started growing, I’ve been seen by many people. The guy who just confessed to me was also glancing at them. I know it’s a man’s instinct, but it doesn’t feel good.
(It doesn’t help that Renya isn’t uninterested either…)
I think about my estranged loved ones. There were times when I pushed against them to get his attention, but every time I did, Ruri (B cup) would stare at me.
As I was heading back to the classroom, nostalgic for the past, I noticed that there was a person in a blind spot from where I was.
(I wonder if they heard me. I’m so embarrassed…)
I tried to leave quickly, but stopped when I realized who the person was.
I’ve been found out. Awkward…
“I’m sorry for listening, but I was the one who was here first.”
Opening with an appeal for innocence. It smells incredibly…
“That’s fine, but what are you doing here?”
It’s fine? You’re a big guy.
“I was just having lunch in a quiet place.”
Miyamoto gave me a pitying look as I said that.
“Are you being bullied? Do you want me to eat with you?”
She thought I was having a lonely meal. No, I’m eating alone, but I’m not being bullied.
“I see. I’m glad.”
Miyamoto smiled at me. She was bullied in the past, so she’s sensitive to bullies? I didn’t say it out loud.
Miyamoto sits down next to me, saying so. Even though we are childhood friends, aren’t you too defenseless? There are no pedestrians here.
“I’d be embarrassed if someone I didn’t know confessed to me.”
“Are you bragging?”
I don’t like it when you say that, either. And what a terrible thing to say.
“That’s not what I meant. I just wanted to talk to someone about it.”
“I don’t think I’m the one you should be talking to.”
“I feel like he’s going to keep talking to me, and I’m a little scared…”
“You’re ignoring me?”
Listen to me. Don’t keep talking at your own pace. I gave up and let out a sigh. I’ve been sighing a lot lately, but I wonder if my luck is still with me.
“And he was glancing at my chest when he was confessing…”
Of course, if there’s something that big hanging there, you’re going to look. It’s a man’s instinct. But let’s leave that aside.
“Everyone is a stranger at first. Maybe he’s a good guy to talk to.”
“Muu! Is it okay for me to have a boyfriend, Renya?”
“It’s not my place to say anything.”
Then I stood up.
I ignored the faint voice and started to walk away. Why don’t you talk to him, he might be a good guy. I’ve stopped trusting anyone, so what the hell am I talking about?
As I scoffed at myself.