Is Mikoto-san a Scary Goddess?
When I confessed my feelings to Kaho and she said, âI canât see Haruto as that kind of person.â I was greatly shocked.
We have been together since we were too young, and it seems she only sees me as a brother.
I was in bed for two days that weekend, suffering from the damage of a broken heart.
But the real trouble came after that.
Kaho seemed to feel awkward and started avoiding me.
I understand how she feels.
Itâs true that itâs difficult to treat someone youâve rejected the same way you used to.
It would be even more so if it was a childhood friend who I had been spending time with for a long time.
But I wanted to be with Kaho, even if it was just as a friend, and it hurt me to have her avoid me.
I suspected that Kaho actually disliked me so much that she didnât even want to talk about me.
If that was the case, I would have to give up trying to repair our relationship.
However, as a result of research conducted by girls who were friends of Kahoâs, I found out that Kaho did not dislike me in any way.
It was just that she couldnât see me as an object of romantic interest, and when I confessed my feelings to her, she simply felt awkward and avoided me.
If that was the case, there was at least a chance that we could get back to our original relationship.
I then tried my best to return my relationship with Kaho to that of a âchildhood friend and close friendâ.
Through meticulous research, careful attention to detail, and the full support of Kahoâs friends, I was able to restore our relationship to the point where she would casually talk to me in the classroom.
It is sad, though, that the result of our efforts is just a relationship that is less than what it was before.
If I stay by Kahoâs side, even as a mere friend, perhaps I might have a second chance.
I had hoped for that, and in fact, Kahoâs friends nodded their heads in support.
The day will probably never come when I can be closer to Kaho than I was in June of my freshman year of high school, right before I confessed my feelings to her.
Anyway, what I see in front of me is the Kaho of today.
I look at Kaho in front of me, and I am still troubled.
She is sitting on my desk, her legs dangling.
Her white thighs are dazzling, but there is a bigger problem.
The desk was a certain height, and Kahoâs skirt was short.
Kaho said with a scowling look, and her face turned red when she noticed where I was staring.
In short, I could see Kahoâs underwear under her skirt.
Kaho hurriedly held the hem of her skirt and looked me up and down.
I didnât do it on purpose, but I could see it.
âWell, the question was, what was I looking at?â
âMy underwear, right?â
Kaho clapped her hands as if she had just remembered, and then she got up.
âHaruto, did you look at Mikoto-san?â
âYes, thatâs right.â
If Kaho likes me, she would have been in a bad mood if I told her that, and she might have been jealous.
But I donât have to worry about that.
Kaho is not in a relationship with me or anything.
âAfter all, youâve been watching Mikoto-san. Why?â
Kaho tilted her head curiously.
For a moment, I thought that Kaho was cute even with this kind of small gesture, and then I shook off my evil thoughts.
There was no great reason for me to be looking at Mikoto-san.
âNo, Mikoto-san, she was in the infirmary earlier, wasnât she?â
âI was wondering if she knew that the location of the classroom had been changed after the lunch break.â
âI see. Maybe Mikoto-san doesnât know.â
âThen Iâll have to tell her.â
âHaruto is very kind, isnât he?â
Iâm not that kind, and I think it would be better if you go and tell her.
When I said this, Kaho exaggeratedly hugged her shoulders with both hands and trembled.
I guessed it was a gesture to say she was scared.
Kaho puffed up her cheeks and said to my astonishment.
âBecause Mikoto-san is scary.â
âSheâs beautiful and an honor student who can do anything.â
âThatâs why Iâm afraid of her.â
âI heard that Mikoto-san is more aggressive or strict when she talks to boys.â
I modestly insisted, and asked Kaho to go.
But Kaho clasped her hands together in worship, closed one eye, and winked at me.
âGod, Buddha, and Haruto-sama. Go talk to Mikoto-san for me!â
âI think it is Mikoto-san who is called a god, not me.â
I looked at Rei Mikoto, who is called a goddess.
It is true what they say about the beautiful Mikoto-san, she looks good no matter what she does.
Even just sitting there, she looks like a frame from a beautiful painting.
In short, she is so perfect that it is hard for me to talk to her.
But there was no one else who would have told Mikoto-san about the classroom change.
I had no choice but to sit up from my chair and go to Mikoto-sanâs seat.