Chapter 558 – Side Story IF. Summer Festival #2
“Oh…”
The slightly bronzed bare skin inside the yukata.
Miyuki was shocked when she saw this and turned her head.
“Oh, why aren’t you wearing anything underneath…!”
“Do I have to wear it? It’s so hot I’m dying?”
“That’s not true… Then you should tell me before I fix it…”
“I forgot.”
“Is this something I’ll forget?”
“I am.”
In fact, Miyuki was acting.
I was already starving, but seeing Matsuda naked made me very happy.
But she wanted to act prematurely in front of Matsuda, so she was acting embarrassed.
It’s also to hide her excitement.
“Hmm…”
Miyuki cleared her throat and pretended to shake her hands, somehow putting Matsuda’s yukata on properly.
After that, I tied the obi properly, and as I promised earlier… I pretended to dust him off and even touched his chest, which was only protected by thin clothing.
“It’s enough now…”
“Good job.”
“Why don’t you say thank you?”
“Is it necessary?”
“It’s not necessary…! As a human being, you should naturally say thank you in times like this…!”
“Thank you.”
“It feels like I’m being pushed and forced to do it…”
“You’re mistaken.”
“Okay.”
“So, what do you do now?”
What are you doing? Let’s enjoy the festival.
I will go on a date while looking at various things.
“Follow me.”
Miyuki faithfully motioned for him to come here and took Matsuda to a stall selling yakitori.
“I’m going to eat leg meat, Matsuda-kun, what do you want to eat?”
“Anything.”
“Then eat the same thing as me. “Please give me two pieces of leg meat here.”
After finishing the payment, Miyuki politely presented the leg meat she had received to Matsuda, like an older sister buying a snack for her younger brother.
“Now.”
Was that pose quite funny?
A pleasant laugh erupted from Matsuda.
I feel good because people already like me.
Miyuki’s next destination, with his increasingly reminiscing thoughts in his mind, was the food stall run by his father.
“Are you here?”
“Huh. Let me introduce you to a friend. It’s Matsuda…”
I’m planning to invite you to my house sometime soon and let me sleep over for the night.
When Miyuki, who had barely suppressed the words, was about to open her mouth again, Matsuda bent her waist to ninety degrees and bowed to Wataru.
“Hello, my name is Ken Matsuda.”
Even though he is usually rude, he is polite to adults.
Of course, he has the temperament of a delinquent, so he doesn’t listen to words kindly, but he has a good heart.
The answer came to mind when I thought about the time he carried a beggar while swearing, or the time he listened to the teacher’s instructions to clean the bathroom even though he grumbled.
And this was one of the reasons why he liked Matsuda.
“Yeah, yeah… He’s a brave guy.”
In the past, my parents knew Matsuda well.
This is because he often referred to him as a bad student.
When I think about it, even before I spoke favorably of Matsuda, I often said I disliked him, but it seems like Tetsuya was always there.
Still, he didn’t want to criticize Tetsuya.
It’s not like he pushed Matsuda’s back and asked him to criticize him.
I just felt a little uncomfortable. I feel sorry for Matsuda for no reason.
Still, it is true that Mazda at that time was very bad.
And does the past matter? Just focus on the present.
Miyuki, who had decided to be as easy-going as Matsuda, gently tugged on the sleeve of Matsuda’s yukata while he was having a somewhat stiff conversation with Wataru.
“Why?”
Then, when he turned to look at himself, he pointed Wataru to the road leading outside the shrine.
“Dad. “There is a daycare outside. Can I bring some takoyaki with Matsuda?”
Rather than waiting for the kid, I thought it would be better to bring him takoyaki first.
It was because I didn’t want to waste my quality time with Matsuda while trying to catch a kid who was running away.
It seemed like a very good method. I can satisfy my conscience and go on a date with Matsuda.
“You had an amazing idea. But was it agreed upon in advance?”
“Huh?”
“Matsuda’s expression looks like it’s the first time I’ve heard of it?”
Just as Wataru said, Matsuda was looking at Miyuki with a visibly embarrassed expression.
He seemed surprised by the sudden push for action, but he was handsome.
“Oh, that’s okay.”
“Are you okay?”
“In return for teaching me how to study, I agreed to listen carefully to what I say.”
“Well, really…?”
Wataru looked back and forth between Matsuda’s puzzled face and Miyuki, and soon began making takoyaki to donate to the orphanage while receiving the occasional customer.
After receiving about twenty boxes, Miyuki and Matsuda each grabbed half-and-half takoyaki and leisurely headed out of the shrine.
“I didn’t know you were that good at lying.”
Meanwhile, she gave up with a calm expression when she heard Matsuda’s voice coming from next to her.
“What lie?”
“I agreed to listen to you carefully in exchange for teaching me how to study. “When did I make that promise?”
“If something goes, something comes.”
“Does it come from your perspective that I listen well?”
“Yes.”
“It’s too unreasonable.”
“I learned it from Matsuda-kun.”
“It’s a good thing.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“It’s not a compliment.”
After a playful argument, Miyuki went outside the shrine and delivered takoyaki to the orphanage with Matsuda.
I felt refreshed after bowing to the director and saying hello to him.
I guess this is why people do good things.
But why doesn’t Matsuda look at the back of his neck?
I worked hard to decorate, but there is no sign of looking.
I feel very sad when this happens… I can’t say it out loud… It’s frustrating.
If you go ahead first, won’t you see it knowingly or unknowingly?
In the midst of those thoughts, Matsuda’s palm was slightly chapped as she pointed in the direction with her hand, asking what that was.
“That…? It’s just like a game of throwing a ball. But wait a minute…”
Miyuki held Matsuda’s wrist tightly and examined his hand carefully, ignoring his question as to what he was doing.
“Why is this like this? Where did you get swept away?”
“It came from learning the drums.”
“Wasn’t it there until the day before yesterday?”
“Uh. “I made a mistake yesterday when I went to the academy and tried to catch my form.”
“What on earth did you do to get these scars? “Aren’t you bitter?”
“Not really. Ah…! Are you kidding me?”
“Sorry.”
Matsuda flinches and furrows his eyebrows even when touched very lightly.
Miyuki quickly apologized and brought his hand close to her eyes.
My breathing becomes heavy.
When I see that big palm, I have a strong desire to lick it.
This isn’t a pervert… I feel like my desire has gotten stronger since I returned to the past.
“What are you doing?”
Miyuki suddenly came to her senses at Matsuda’s tone, as if she sensed something suspicious, and let go of his hand.
“I was just checking to see if I could apply medicine. “Would you like to stop by my house after the festival?”
“Your house?”
Did you rush it a little?
No, people these days are very open.
The same goes for Matsuda. Although he seems surprisingly conservative, he has an open mind in this direction.
“Huh. Just come in for a moment, apply some medicine, and then leave.”
“We have medicine at home too.”
“Then apply it yourself.”
“Why are you angry?”
“When will I?”
“Didn’t you just get angry?”
“It’s an illusion.”
“No.”
“Matsuda-kun…”
“The problem is that we treat people that way?”
“… I know well.”
“You keep saying things like that, so my ears prick up.”
Mmmm. The atmosphere is not bad.
I feel like something good is going to happen.
Miyuki accepted that feeling and toured various parts of the shrine with Matsuda.
He also helped out at his dad’s food stall,
Playing various traditional games, laughing, getting angry,
Moreover, he squatted down next to Matsuda, who was complaining that he was in pain, and made fun of him because his feet were ugly…
After spending time like that, the people under the dreamy lamp began to gather in small groups somewhere.
I was going to see fireworks.
Today, I’ll have to at least hold hands… No, I’ll at least put my arms around my shoulders.
After making that promise, Miyuki pointed to the place where people gathered and said.
“Look at the fireworks. Let’s go too.”
“Do you really need to see that?”
It’s funny to see him get up while grunting.
That makes me look like a tsundere.
Miyuki went up to the small hill in the backyard of the shrine, where the fireworks were best seen. As soon as she arrived and the fireworks exploded, she thought the timing was perfect.
I think the atmosphere is completely ripe.
People are preoccupied with watching the fireworks, and Matsuda and himself are at the very back of them.
Since there are very few people around, it is appropriate for the relationship with Matsuda to develop to the next level at this point.
I was sure… But that was Miyuki’s mistake.
Matsuda’s posture, leaning against a large tree with her arms crossed, did not change over time.
She stayed like that and didn’t do anything else.
“Oh… That’s cool.”
Some even let out exclamations of exclamation as they watched the firecrackers exploding.
She didn’t even put her arms above her head, as if she had only come to watch the fireworks.
‘What are you doing…?’
At least watch it from the side.
What is doing that posture? Are you kidding me?
Does she want to see herself getting angry and angry?
When you’re being nice, do something quickly.
Contrary to that wind, Matsuda still did not move.
Until the fireworks are over, Miyuki’s heart burns again and again.
