Ⅲ／A Past That Seems Deeply Connected to Their Fate
Recess time arrived.
“Izumii-samaaa~♡”
Meina, who had secured the seat next to him, called out to Izumi with a cheerful grin.
“W-What now? What do you want this time?”
Izumi was already on edge.
And for good reason. After morning homeroom, he had endured an experience beyond words. To put it bluntly—he had almost been murdered by the guys for being too serious. And now Meina had forcefully claimed the seat beside him, leaving Izumi feeling like he was walking on thin ice.
Seeing his reaction, Meina giggled.
“Aww♪ Izumi-sama, you’re way too guarded”
“Of course I am! Any guy would freak out if a girl suddenly came onto him like this!”
“Huh~?”
Meina blinked in confusion before bursting into laughter again.
“In America, this is totally normal, you know~?”
“Really!?”
It was, of course, a complete lie.
But Izumi had never studied abroad. So he had no way of knowing. Well, America is pretty open, right? They probably have all kinds of customs between guys and girls that Japan doesn’t.
“S-So, what do you want?”
“If it’s okay with you, I was hoping you could show me around the school~♪”
“Huh? A tour? Right now?”
“Yep! I’m totally lost and feel so helpless all the time~”
She looked anything but helpless.
“Where to?”
“Hehe~♪”
Then, Meina—
—narrowed her eyes mischievously before putting on an exaggeratedly bashful expression.
“The… girls’ bathroom…”
“Ask a girl for that!?”
A perfectly reasonable retort from Izumi.
But Meina only blushed slightly, fidgeting as she looked up at him.
“But I heard you know all about it~?”
“I don’t!? Who told you that!?”
Somewhere in his peripheral vision, Satou and the others were making faces—”Tch!” “Go to hell!”—clearly spreading nasty rumors about him out of spite for Meina’s attention.
“Come on, Izumi-sama! Let’s go~♪”
Seizing the moment he let his guard down, she yanked his arm.
“H-Hey! Quit pulling—”
As he tried to stand up in a hurry, he stumbled—only for Meina to catch him in what looked like an embrace.
“Oh my~! Sorry, Izumi-sama~!”
“N-No, my bad…”
—Or at least, that was when he meant to apologize.
But Izumi’s mind came to a screeching halt.
Because his arm was now pressed against Meina’s enormous [H]-cup chest!
(—Wha—!?)
As a teenage boy, there was no resisting this sensation.
That single fact shattered Izumi’s composure in an instant.
“M-M-Meina… san…?”
“Hmm? Izumi-sama, what’s wrong? Feeling a little faint~?”
Despite her innocent tone, she tightened her grip, pulling him closer with both arms. And when he saw that playful glint in her eyes—he finally understood.
(T-This girl… She’s doing this on purpose!!)
Yes!
Of course it was on purpose. A “lucky pervert” moment straight out of a rom-com manga doesn’t just happen in real life.
What was truly terrifying was [the sheer boldness to execute such an unnatural plan without hesitation]. Was this the power of America? The strength of someone who thrived in one of the world’s greatest nations?
But by the time he realized, it was too late—
Izumi felt like a helpless insect caught in a meticulously woven spiderweb. Well, it was actually just a straightforward seduction tactic, but he wanted to believe it was part of some elaborate scheme.
Meanwhile, the rest of the class watched Meina’s relentless assault with bated breath—”Gulp…”—because, well, they were also teenage boys.
Would poor Izumi fall victim to her charms?
Would the steely resolve that endured (※didn’t endure) Nanao’s aggressive affections crumble before such a simple seduction?
—No!
Because this was Izumi’s classroom.
…Meaning, she was here.
“Heeey—!! Hold it right thereee—!!”
A voice sharper than a blade cut through the air!
For just a moment, Meina’s grip loosened—enough for Izumi to break free. But more importantly, attention shifted to the true threat now looming over them.
…Yes, even Meina sensed it.
A presence head-and-shoulders above the rest of the class.
The overwhelming aura of this classroom’s undisputed romance queen—
“Knock it off. You’re making Izumi uncomfortable!”
—Amane Amasaki!
Arms crossed, she stood like a guardian statue.
A high schooler and a working model.
Bright, friendly, and flawless in every way. (Aside from her slightly questionable academic record, but let’s not dig into that.) She was the living embodiment of the “perfect beauty”—so why the heck was she being treated as the losing heroine!?
Regardless, her sheer radiance was overwhelming.
Any normal girl would’ve been left stammering—”H-Hwah!?”—from just a fraction of her presence.
But Meina—
—only showed the faintest flicker of surprise before smoothly brushing it off.
Then, for just a split second… she smirked. But it vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by her usual cheerful smile.
“Hehe~ What’s wrong, Amane-san~?”
Playing dumb, she swiftly recaptured Izumi’s arm—flauntingly wrapping both of hers around it again.
Squish.
Or maybe, in comic-book terms: “MUGYUUU!!” Not that it mattered.
In response, Amane—
—stood firm against this sudden classroom intruder, her tone stern.
“Listen! Just because you’re an exchange student doesn’t mean you can act like this!”
“Act like what~?”
Tilting her head innocently… she delivered another “MUGYUUU!!” Meanwhile, Satou looked ready to cry tears of blood, but the class ignored him.
“What exactly do you mean~?”
“That! That right there!”
“Huh~? I haven’t spoken Japanese in a while, so you’ll have to be clearer~”
“You’re totally fluent!?”
Meina giggled, completely at ease—
—while Amane shot her a sharp glare.
(—Amane has changed!)
That’s right.
After recent events, Amane had changed.
The weak, Nanao-bullied Amane was gone. Even if it meant playing into a rival’s hands, she had resolved to take a step forward. To be seen as a girl—no matter what it took. (Though, up until now, she’d been internally freaking out—”America’s crazy…!”—over Meina’s boldness. But pointing that out would be awkward, so let’s move on.)
Summoning every ounce of courage, Amane pointed accusingly!
“Meina-chan, you’re missing the most important thing!”
“……!?”
That confident declaration.
Even Meina held her breath for a second. Could Izumi—blushing furiously beside her—have some kind of secret?
As tension thickened in the air, Amane delivered the final blow!
“Izumi isn’t interested in stuff like… girls’ chests!!”
—CRACK!
A phantom lightning bolt seemed to strike outside the window!
(It was still sunny, though.)
The class, however, reacted as if thunder had roared—”Wait, really!?”
“Now that you mention it, Izumi never joins in on dirty jokes…”
“Dude’s always bragging about being popular but never talks about actual experience…”
Meanwhile, Meina—
—tilted her head and asked Izumi directly.
“Is that true~?”
“Huh? What’s with this atmosphere?”
“You’re… not interested~?”
“Why!? Why am I the one being interrogated here!?”
Caught in this sudden class trial, Izumi cursed Amane internally.
Come on, I’m a teenage boy! I don’t wanna publicly discuss my preferences!
But the peer pressure was relentless.
And if there was one thing Izumi couldn’t handle… it was this. Face burning, he squirmed before finally answering.
“I-I do like… bigger ones…”
For some reason, the class erupted in cheers!
“Knew it!”
“Nice one, Izumi!”
“Let’s hit karaoke together next time, man!”
As Izumi was bizarrely treated like a hero—
—one person trembled violently.
Amane.
Clutching her head in despair.
(I thought you weren’t interested in stuff like thaaaat!?)
Oh, he was interested!
Izumi was a guy, after all. Of course he was curious! He just had the self-control to keep his distance. But if asked point-blank? He’d never say no.
And that revelation planted a dangerous thought in Amane’s mind. Her gaze—now hollow—drifted downward.
[Super Slender]
That was Amane’s charm. The envy of girls nationwide. Her perfectly balanced figure was nothing short of exquisite.
—But!
(Could the reason Izumi doesn’t see me as a girl be…?)
No.
NO, AMANE! DON’T OPEN THAT DOOR!
Sensing the forbidden aura radiating off her, Izumi panicked and cut in.
“F-Fine! I’ll give you the tour! But we’ve got class soon, so make it quick!”
“Yay~! Thank youuu~♪”
As the two hurried out of the classroom—
—Amane collapsed on the spot……
“Even Amane…!”
“Even Amane…!”
“I drink so much milk every day and try so hard~!”
Despite her pitiful protest, her proud figure didn’t seem to respond in kind.
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