I was somewhat stunned by the lasciviousness between my girlfriend, a childhood friend, and my best friend, which was happening on the other side of the door.
I had noticed for some time that there was something wrong with her.
Just recently, I had felt uncomfortable with her responses and attitude, as if she had mistaken me for someone else.
However, I have never had the personality to point out or question her, and I just let it slide with a smile as usual.
“Oh, I made a mistake with the names again. Sorry again…”
“…… It’s fine. Haruka.”
What did she say?
If you don’t want to show it, you don’t have to show it,
If it’s something you don’t have to see, it’s better not to see it.
Because of my own traumatic experience, I was not good at expressing my true feelings or being attached to things, so I was accustomed to letting things slide.
To others, it seemed that I had a lot of leeway, and I was often involved in various situations at school and on the way to school, but I still went through with it.
“Ah, there, Iii…Hmmm.”
“Here? You like it here, don’t you, Haruka-chan?”
I just can’t let this slide.
She, Haruka Narimiya, and I, Tokio Asaba, were childhood friends, living next door to each other, starting in kindergarten and continuing through elementary and junior high school. Our relationship changed right after we entered high school.
“Toki-kun…please take Haruka as your girlfriend!”
“Are you okay with me?”
“I want you, Toki-kun. I’ve always liked you.”
“I’ve always liked you too…please let me be your boyfriend.”
After being called out, she confessed her love to me.
I was so surprised by this unexpected event that I overflowed with my true feelings.
Haruka has always been described as a pretty girl, and now that she is in high school, she has a lovely face, breasts that push up her shirt, a small, cool butt, and slender legs that peek out from her school uniform. Combined with her modest personality, she had the overwhelming support of all the boys in our grade.
Our relationship did not change when we became boyfriend and girlfriend. What changed was the people around us.
“I was really nervous.”
Both of our parents supported us, and even some of our close classmates congratulated us. Some of the boys were a little resentful, but I had no problem with that, thanks to the skills I had acquired over the years.
I wasn’t embarrassed or shy, but my heart was overflowing with joy. Haruka’s face and ears turned red and she turned her head to the side every time someone pointed out our joined hands.
It was really cute to see Haruka looking down in embarrassment, and it was as if she was arousing the inferiority complex in adolescent girls.
After that, we began to hold hands and intertwine our arms, and our skinship increased, albeit gradually.
However, the trauma of distrust of people caused by the divorce of my parents when I was a child has made me hesitant to go any further.
“I’m sorry, Haruka.”
“……No, it’s okay! It’s okay! I know exactly how you feel, Toki-kun.”
Every time I stepped on the brakes, seeing her replace her painful face with a bitter smile and wave her hands in a broad gesture, misrepresenting her feelings, was making it hard for me, too.
Is that why?
The reason why I’m in this situation.
“Haruka-chan, you are really sensitive.”
“Don’t say too much, hmm”
I didn’t know
Such thing. A voice like that.
My best friend, Hitoshi Kurosaki, transferred from another school when he was in junior high school.
He was sociable and cheerful, and taking advantage of his position as a transfer student who might otherwise be seen as an outlier, he quickly became accustomed to the school. Haruka and I would walk home together, so we became friends as we repeatedly went to and from school. I was comfortable with his personality of not stepping in more than necessary to help me with my trauma. He seemed to be aware of Haruka’s feelings and didn’t bother her any more than necessary.
“Isn’t that great, Haruka-chan”
“Thank you! I’m so happy now!”
“Good for you, Toki. Take good care of her~ she’s been asking me for advice for a long time.”
“You can always consult with me if you need anything.”
Is this what a consultation is supposed to do?