Chapter 550 – Side Story IF. There Are Too Many Saboteurs #2
“I’ve been there.”
As she took off her shoes and said hello, Miyuki was greeted by Midori wearing her apron.
“Are you here?”
“Yes.”
The impressions of seeing the young mother, father, and even older sister were new every day.
Of course, she hasn’t changed much, but the thought of her getting younger made her feel better.
“Are you going to teach your friend how to study?”
“That’s right. “It’s called Matsuda.”
“I heard that this morning too… Who on earth is Matsuda? Don’t I know everything about your close friends?”
It was a little disappointing to treat Matsuda like a stranger, but the three people will definitely like him when they come to say hello later.
Even when he was giving off bad vibes at the time, his parents and older sister liked him, so they will probably do the same this time as well.
“We became friends this time. “A lot.”
“He’s a man.”
“Why is that? Is it a problem?”
“That’s not what I’m saying, I’m just asking if they have a good relationship rationally.”
“Ah… Not to that extent.”
“No?”
Not yet.
No, that’s right. Because he likes Matsuda very much.
I don’t know what Matsuda thinks of him, but I think he probably likes him a lot.
Matsuda said he liked her for a long time.
“A relationship where we just get to know each other?”
“Then it’s a good relationship.”
“Is that so?”
“It’s like that. “Bring me sometime.”
“Is that okay?”
“Is it too fast? “Isn’t it usually like this?”
How fast is it? It’s late.
It’s only been a few days, but anyway.
“Just like Tetsuya-kun, a friend is coming, so it’s okay.”
“Really?”
Midori smiles meaningfully.
When Miyuki, who was feeling a little prickly inside, was about to go up to the second floor, Midori spoke.
“By the way, Tetsuya-kun was here.”
“Oh really?”
“Huh. Have you ever been contacted?”
“Nothing.”
“I guess you didn’t tell Tetsuya-kun where you were going?”
“That’s right.”
“What’s going on?”
“What’s going on? It’s not like we have to contact each other every day.”
“Yes, but we usually know each other’s news well.”
“I don’t know.”
“What is that way of talking?”
“Ah…”
I inadvertently imitated Asahina’s speaking style.
Raising the ending of a sentence is secretly addictive.
Considering the situation, should I say that it is perfect to use when you want to overlook it?
It’s a big deal if they don’t look alike.
‘No…’
If she looks like Asahina, wouldn’t Matsuda’s attention not fall on her?
Miyuki, who had been thinking about such things, quickly shook her head.
He will approach Matsuda as himself.
“Sorry. It was a bit unlucky, wasn’t it?”
“It’s not like that, because I don’t usually do it.”
“Isn’t that unlucky?”
“It’s not unlucky at all. Why do I feel like I’m forcing something unlucky?”
“It’s my mood. “I’m going in?”
“What about rice?”
“I ate.”
“Okay.”
Miyuki went to her bathroom first, finished her shower and entered the room in her underwear.
My skin seems moist, perhaps because the humidity is high in the hot summer.
I desperately want to be able to enjoy the air conditioning at Matsuda’s house… But I miss her every day, and it’s driving me crazy.
Why does the more we meet each other, the more we want to see each other?
Love is so hard to understand.
[Matsuda-kun.]
Miyuki couldn’t stand it any longer and sent a message to Matsuda. As time went by and there was no reply, she sighed.
Are you seeing someone else?
He prides himself on knowing Matsuda well, but he is not confident right now.
This is because there are many people around him that he dislikes, including that disgusting person called Samoyama.
There were three messages from Tetsuya in the inbox.
Where are you, what are you doing, let’s have dinner together today…
Miyuki checked them and wondered whether she should answer or not.
As I thought before, Tetsuya hasn’t done anything he did in the future.
He is very close to me now, and he is kind to the point of being gentle.
However, the human mind is very treacherous, and the negative things Tetsuya had done remained strongly in his memory, which was a bit disturbing.
He knows that if he continues to avoid it, it won’t be good for him, Tetsuya, and Matsuda.
This needs to be dealt with clearly.
[What.]
Miyuki, who was deep in thought, got out of her thoughts when Matsuda’s reply came and raised the corner of her mouth.
[Are you solving what you left in the workbook?]
[No.]
[Why?]
[How do you solve what you don’t know?]
[You can solve about 2 pages. I told you everything today.]
[I don’t remember.]
[Are you serious?]
[It’s a joke. Tomorrow, let’s do English or something easy instead of math. My head hurts.]
[English must be difficult too, right? With Matsuda-kun’s skills right now.]
[Isn’t that something you have to try to know?]
[Are you confident?]
[Not all.]
I can almost hear Matsuda’s confident expression and voice.
I feel like running to his house again.
“Haa…”
It’s like this every time. Every time I contact or meet Matsuda, my desire to live together as soon as possible increases.
If I ask you to live with me now, will Matsuda look at you as a stranger?
No, rather than that, I think I would be completely freaked out.
I need to sleep quickly.
Going to bed early was a habit I developed within a few days of coming here.
That way, I can see Matsuda tomorrow.
It’s fun to exchange messages together, but it’s more fun to see her face.
However, because she didn’t want to miss the opportunity to become closer friends, Miyuki completely forgot about going to bed early and was so absorbed in the conversation with Matsuda that she played with her phone until late at night.
**
Tuk.
“Ah…!”
Miyuki was leisurely pedaling her bicycle when something hit her face.
It wasn’t painful. However, the feeling was dull.
I stopped my bike and looked at my cheek, and there was a corpse of a flying insect slightly larger than a mayfly buried there.
“Ah…”
After all, it sticks to your face…
I left home with a refreshed mind, but this unfortunate incident… I feel irritated.
Originally, I didn’t pay attention to things like this, but I guess I’m starting to resemble Matsuda a lot.
After calming down her mind and body, Miyuki rode her bicycle again and headed toward Matsuda’s house.
The muggy headwind from the morning wasn’t very nice, but she could bear it if she thought she’d see Matsuda.
Miyuki arrived at the front door of Matsuda’s house after working hard on his feet, took his bag out of the bicycle basket, and rang the doorbell.
Not long after that, the front door opened and Matsuda came out, dressed neatly, unlike yesterday.
“Are you here?”
“Yes.”
“What bike?”
“I just rode it.”
“Isn’t it far? With a house?”
“It’s a long way to walk, but it’s easily reachable by bike. But do you know where my house is?”
“I don’t know. Come in first. “Leave your bike in the parking lot.”
“Okay.”
“No. Give it to me.”
Matsuda grabbed the bicycle handlebar instead and placed it on the veranda.
Miyuki, seeing the relatively long eaves above him, widened his eyes and asked.
“Is that okay? The wheels would be dirty…”
“Doesn’t care. It’s going to rain today so just leave it like this. “Wait a minute…”
Matsuda furrowed her brows as if she wasn’t satisfied and went into her external storage room and came out with some non-woven fabric.
Then he put it on her bike.
“That’s clean. It’s not dirty.”
It was a bonus to add an explanation in case Miyuki was worried about the dust on the saddle.
It’s a small consideration, but it’s doubly touching because it’s done by Matsuda, who exudes raw energy at this time.
Miyuki said with a bright smile.
“I wasn’t worried about that. Thank you.”
“Is that so? Well then… Let’s go in.”
Miyuki, who saw Matsuda going inside while scratching the back of his head, felt her body getting hotter and followed him.
The study started immediately afterward, but Matsuda was so conspicuously working hard that she couldn’t chat.
I wanted to chat, but Matsuda was in concentration mode and was reluctant to do so, so Miyuki taught the class with a feeling of half joy and half regret.
“How do you read this?”
“Roll your tongue inward. Like this…”
“Like this?”
“It’s too much. Lower it a little.”
Since they show each other’s mouths, it’s somehow erotic even though they’re studying.
This level is severe.
How long has it been like that?
Miyuki, who was diligently teaching English to Matsuda, glanced at the time.
Even though it is 2 PM as ordered by Samoyama, Matsuda is not even looking at her cell phone.
“Shall we take a 10-minute break?”
When I hinted at the topic of recess, Matsuda lowered her head as if she was a little tired of studying.
Miyuki received a cup from Matsuda, who brought her water, and took a sip. Then, she vaguely looked at him like it was yesterday.
“But Matsuda-kun, do you have any plans today?”
“What promise?”
“Just… Anything.”
“Are you afraid it will interfere with your studies like yesterday?”
“Well… Right.”
“Doesn’t exist. “I heard you study for a long time.”
“Then do you go out in the evening?”
“No. But are you going to stay until dinner?”
“That’s not it.”
I have no idea what Matsuda is thinking.
Are you really trying to get work done on weekdays like you think?
Whatever it is, it feels like something big will happen in the week starting tomorrow.
I’ll have to keep a close eye on it.
And I have to quickly join the student council.
There are too many bad people in the academy, so I’m worried, and I can’t do it.
