Watashi, Dokidoki Renai Kakumei de Onii-chan Yattemasu.
Chapter 31Ā ā The Sports Festival and the Odd-JobberĀ and the Staying Over (4)
I finished the odd jobs at the Student Council Room as per usual, and headed to the 2nd gymnasium.
Junya desperately tried to detain me while crying crocodile tears a number of times initially, but as Takayanagi readied Choke Sleeper or Lariat each time,Ā recently heās finally sending me off to the gymnasium obediently.
While the 2nd gymnasium is smaller than the 1st gymnasium, thereās more than enough space for volleyball practice.
Over there was Soutarou, whose club activities had already ended. Soutarou who smoothly wore a russet jersey was carrying out attack practices using the wall. Ear-splitting sounds were coming from the wall. It clearly conveys how tremendous the might of his attacks are.
āSoutarou, Iāve kept you waiting.ā
āWun, my club activities were just about over. Well done for your hard work.ā
Carrying a ball, he approached with a broad smile.
āWell done for your hard workā? Are you my spouse! Itās because heās likeĀ thatĀ that Kaname calls him my wife and so forth. Well, it isnāt unpleasant to have oneās hard work recognized.
āThen, shall we begin practice now?ā
āYeah, sorry to make you tag along everyday.ā
āItās alright~. Itās because IĀ wantĀ to tag along in Makoās practice.ā
Taking off my blazer and leaving it at the periphery of the gymnasium, I stretched my body. I also left my enamel bag by the blazer.
You may be thinking āGo change into gym clothes!ā, but the amount of time the school arranged for Ballgame Tournament practices is a mere 60 minutes. Club activities ends at 7pm, and 8pm is already the schoolās closing time.
Soutarou and I gather here like this to practise whenever we donāt have class practice.
āWell then, Iāll throw so Mako return it here okay.ā
āOkay.ā
Itās already the 5th time I practised with Soutarou.
I feel bad having Soutarou tag along each and every time, however it should be fine since heās okay with it.
The ball Soutarou threw drew a beautiful arch as it came towards me. I took a stance to catch the ball and retreated bit by bit. The speed of the ballās slow, so if itās this much, even I whoās lousy at ballgames should be able to receive itāāā¦ā¦
āUgh!ā
āUwah, Mako! Are you okay?ā
I splendidly caught the ball with my face and got my nose hit just like how it goes in anime and manga. With this, the failures of catching the ball with my face has crossed the 2-digits threshold. My flat nose will become even flatter.
I held my nose and crouched down. My nose stings.
Iām so pathetic I feel crying. Despite having him tag along so frequently, my volleyball skills are as you can see.
Soutarou rushed towards me, and before I who was crouching down, he similarly crouched down, peeping at my face.
āMako, Iām sorry. Are you okay?ā
āNoā¦ā¦ Soutarou didnāt do anything wrong. Iām just fed up with my slow reflexes.ā
Not being able to even catch a ball despite this much practice, Iām completely athletic-inept. Without a doubt, a ballgame incompetent. This ballgame incompetency is probably not at a level where something can be done about it just by practising.
What should I do? At this rate Iāll be dragging everyone down again.
āMako doesnāt have slow reflexes. After all, apart from ballgames, you do satisfactory right?ā
āBallgames have something against meā¦ā¦ā
āGee, donāt get negative, I say. Makoās a capable person right?ā
Itās as Soutarou says, apart from ballgames, I do satisfactory. From swimming to track-and-field events, even my studies are satisfactory. Iām a man who can brag about doing satisfactory at anything and everything.
However, my lack of ability for ballgames, music and arts is catastrophic. Ballgames are as you can see; Iām inept at it, and my drawings are avant-garde. Just this, no matter how much I practice I accumulate, I can never overcome.
I spiritlessly drew the ć® character on the floor.
Iām already a hopeless case. Even though I donāt want anything more expected of me with regards to ballgames, Iāve no choice but to appear in the Ballgame Tournament.
Thereās no more time already; Iāve to work hard. Even if I donāt contribute, somehow or other Iāve to reach a level where I donāt drag them down.
āAlright! Iāll work hard.ā
I stood upright, clenching my fist.
āThen Mako, Iām throwing it again.ā
āAlright! Bring it on!ā
While itās a straightforward practice of, me simply repeatedly catching the balls Soutarou throw, somehow itās a considerably difficult exercise for the ballgame incompetent me. Itās a degree of incompetency whereby I can only catch about half of 10 balls thrown even though they were thrown lightly.
I think I was slightly better when I was female, though.
āHey, Sakurai-kun, Tsubaki-kun, itās time to go home.ā
āAh, Yurino-sensei. I apologise, weāll go back soon.ā
It seems like itās already passed 8pm. The outside of the window was already pitch-black before I knew it.
Yurino-sensei entered the gymnasium, picking up the volleyballs that were scattered around.
āMy, I see youāve been practising hard. Thatās admirable.ā
āā¦.. Thatās ācos Iām, ridiculously inept at ballgames.ā
āMy, Sakurai-kun looks skillful so thatās unexpected. If youāre fine with it, I can teach you~ā
I fixed my neck tie and put on my blazer in preparation to go home.
āCan sensei do sports?ā
This might not be the best thing to put into words, but Yurino-sensei has an incredibly sluggish image.
Be it his way of speaking or how he moves, theyāre all leisurely.
āSnapā¦ā¦ Iām angry right now you know ~. I may look like this, but I was part of Track-and-Field Club in my student days, and appeared in prefecture-level competitions for 100-meter dash and high jump, alright ~?ā
āOhh, thatās amazing, sensei.ā
The obedient Soutarou grinned, answering as though he was impressed.
āI, too, would love to see it if itās that amazing.ā
āThatās not possible ~. The current me is already at this age, so Iāve been careful not to overdo it. My back will be done in.ā
Certainly, according to the official profile, Yurino-sensei should be about 10 years older than Subaru and us, so I understand heās still at the second half of his 20s. I thought the second half of oneās 20s still counts as a manās prime, but I wonder if Iām wrong?
āLeave me aside aside, cāmon cāmon go home go home ~. Iāll do the locking up ~. Leave the tidying to me, hurry up and go hom~e.ā
Yurino-sensei spoke to us kindly like a kindergarten caretaker while picking up the balls.
āYes, sensei. Then, Soutarou, get changed and letās go back.ā
āUn, mind if we drop by the Basketball Clubroom then?ā
āOk. Well then, sensei, goodbye~ā
Lifting up the enamel bag, I slung it on my shoulder.
āHai hai~, see you tomorrow. Itās already dark so take care on your way home okay~ā
Bidding Yurino-sensei farewell, along with Soutarou I headed for the old school building where clubrooms and so on are located. Undeviatingly walking to the old school building from the gymnasium, I stopped in front of the Basketball Club that was within.
āIāll be waiting here, so hurry up and get changed inside alright.ā
āWhy? Come in too, Mako. Itās warm there right. Thereās fans inside so itās cooler too.ā
āNo, butā¦ā¦ā
Soutarou pulled my hand.
Anyhow, being alone with a guy and furthermore the other party will be changing directly before my eyes. Thatās a situation where I canāt complain even ifĀ thisĀ orĀ thatare done to me.
Iāll laugh thinking she holds too little sense of danger if a girl leaves herself in such a situation.
Thatās precisely my current situation though!
Losing to Soutarouās gentle but pushy arm-pulling, I was stuffed into the clubroom before I could even let out a sound of surprise.
As the clubroom is about half the size of a classroom, things like lockers and fans were crammed up in there. Should I say a little, no, thereās a fair amount of male odor.Ā While it seems they were at least mindful of it since thereās a whiff of air-freshener, it still stinks of men.
Soutarou took off the Izumino Gakuen Basketball Clubās T-shirt through his head by tugging the collar. As expected of Soutarou. One can tell he has a muscular built even from the side. His dorsal muscles are beautiful, and his chest is also thick huh. His body holds a different kind of beauty from the Princeās.
Anyhow, Mitsukiās thin waist, needy chest and full thighs are considerably cute. The white skin that peeks out in the area between her pleated skirt and navy blue socks is again, sexy. My heart throbbed even though Iām female.
Having put on his dress shirt, this time itās his slacks. As expected I doubt I should stare at someone elseās underpants, so I took a seat on the chair and looked in the direction the sun rises.
At the end of my line of sight stretched a gravure poster of the recently popular idol group. If Iām not wrong, itās an idol group called Bakumatsu Shishi Girls, and this girl is the center[1], Sakamoto Ryou, was it?
Sakamoto Ryou wore a frilly pink swimsuit that emphasized her chest as she looked here provocatively. I see. Not bad. Itās not bad but Iām part of the flat-chested faction, and if itās the Bakumatsu Shishi Girl group, Iām in the Katsura Koharu faction. Sheās cute; her face and eyes are huge and like a small animalās, and sheās also an imouto character.
āCould it be Mako likes Sakamoto Ryou?ā
āNope, Iām the Katsura Koharu faction. What about Soutarou?ā
āMe? Iām, letās see. Takasugi Sakura I guessć¼ā
Takasugi sports a short haircut and is boyish, a character who addresses herself as ābokuā[2].
Does Soutarou like boyish, lively girls? Letās use this as reference if Mitsuki comes to capture Soutarou. Mitsuki using ābokuā as her first-person pronoun would be so rousing[3]ā¦ā¦!
Being convinced on my own, I turned towards Soutarou. While he had his trousers on, it wasnāt zipped, and the buttons of his dress shirt were in an unfastened state. Start a conversationĀ afterĀ wearing your clothes properly. I can see your orange boxers you know.
āMore importantly, hurry up and get changed. Youāre too bared.ā
āArenāt you the same, Mako?ā
After putting his own clothes in order, Soutarou placed his hands on my shirt and fastened the first button without my consent. He also properly tightened my necktie in passing.Ā Despite me being the type who doesnāt properly tightens his tie, my tie was tightened properly as though in harassment.
āSoutarou, itās uncomfortable.ā
āOy, you canāt~. Thatāll be unbecoming right.ā
Soutarou tightened my necktie when I tried to loosen it.
Certainly, be it high school boys or high school girls, itās more fashionable to wear the uniform properly, and I think itās lame to needlessly dress untidily.
However isnāt it fine to close one eye for this level of untidiness if itās just loosening the necktie? Iām not wearing my pants at my hips[4] and Iām wearing both my dress shirts and slacks properly. Even my hairās black and properly trimmed. I donāt put on perfume, nor use so much hair gel that it gets all sticky.
My outer appearance is satisfactorily a honour studentās, I believe.
āLetās go back now since youāre changed.ā
Opening the clubroom door, outside was a pitch darkness.
The current time was passed 8.20pm. It was long passed the time the lights were turned off, so itās natural that itās pitch-black.
I was going to exit the clubroom without much thought, but Soutarou pulled my school uniform.
Yank, I inclined backwards, almost falling down.Ā āWhat are you doing!āĀ I thought, but turning back, I saw a frightened Soutarou grasping the hem of my clothes.
His expression was unchanged; the same as usual, but with a smile he stiffened. Furthermore he was,Ā tremble tremble, quivering as he grabbed my arm and hid behind me.
Ah come to think of it, this doggyās scared of the school when itās dark, was it. He was also pretty frightened during a certain kimodameshi huh.
āā¦ā¦ . Sorry for being so pathetic every time, Mako.ā
āItās ok, besides, I know Soutarouās scared of the school when itās dark. Iāll bring you out properly, so close your eyes.ā
I took Soutarouās hand and quietly gripped it, continuously pulling that hand as I guided him on the way to the main gate. The pitch-black corridor was, even to me, a path hard to navigate. Moreover, Iām bringing a huge dog behind me.
However, as thanks for teaching me volleyball, letās properly bring him out of the school.
[1]Ā Center: A prominent position in the group. Bakumatsu Shishi Girls is also mentioned in the authorās other work, Takamura-kun is Cursed.
[2] åć£åØ Boku musume: slang for females who address themselves with ābokuā. āBokuā is typically only used by males, so it can be considered tomboyish for a girl to address herself as such.
[3] čćĀ Moe
[4] Koshipan: lit. hip pan(ts). Slang for Sagging, or the fashion of wearing oneās pants low.