Hayato Kirisaki certainly hadn't truly fainted. Even if his stamina was as flimsy as a soggy rice cracker, a mere two-hundred-meter jog wouldn't knock him out cold. No, his dramatic collapse was sparked by a sudden, grave realization.
Next class: math. The math teacher's receding hairline gleamed under the classroom lights, reflecting beams straight into Hayato's eyes—a torment he'd rather dodge. With a perfectly legitimate excuse in hand, he decisively chose to skip class…
But skipping class didn't mean getting carried by a perky… er, Sakura Miyajima! Where did she come from?! Don't let her pristine, angelic appearance fool you—this girl had strength to spare, hoisting Hayato onto her back like he was a feather. Because Hayato was a head taller than her, his head rested on this senpai's fragrant shoulder, yet he could still feel a perfect blend of firmness and softness beneath him… likely from her waist down, around the pelvic area.
Wait, is that… her butt?
Sakura Miyajima had a figure that turned heads, far curvier than her peers, with a front that demanded attention and a rear that practically sparkled with perkiness. At this moment, Hayato was intimately acquainted with the beauty of her 'perky rear'…
He was still 'unconscious,' of course. No way could he just hop off her back, scratch his head with a goofy grin, and say, "Wahahahahaha, actually I'm fine!" That'd be social suicide.
But, Miyajima-senpai, don't blame me—this is an act of fate! Hayato thought. I accidentally touched your butt, and you're holding mine, so let's call it even and say nothing.
Just as he was rationalizing this, Sakura Miyajima's hand, supporting his rear, suddenly tightened ever so slightly.
Hayato: …
A gentle pinch. It… it wasn't on purpose, right? She was probably just adjusting her grip for a better hold…
Sakura wasn't doing it on purpose, but when her fingertips brushed that sensation, a spark of surprise flickered through her. Huh? Boys can have perky butts too? Raised with strict discipline and never having had a boyfriend, she'd had no chance to explore a boy's body. Even with girls… she'd only felt that area a couple of times when Ayaka had playfully bathed with her before. Sakura didn't dwell much on her own figure, but she'd always admired Ayaka's round, perky curves.
At that time, Ayaka had said, "Only girls are like this, boys are usually flat and plain," and she had nodded vaguely.
But after touching it today, it didn't seem to be the case… Interesting. She stole a glance over her shoulder, catching Hayato's almost serene, 'sleeping' face.
Sakura wasn't one to fawn over boys' looks—she believed character trumped appearances—but she had to admit that Kirisaki-kun was quite handsome. Ayaka often pushed idol groups on her, but those blurry-faced idols in her memory paled compared to Kirisaki-kun's sharp features.
…The key point? He was still 'unconscious.'
So, Sakura Miyajima pinched Kirisaki-kun's butt again.
Hayato: You little—! I've been tolerating you for too long!
"…Hehe." A silly giggle slipped from Sakura's lips, barely audible in the darkness of Hayato's closed eyes.
But she quickly shook her head, scolding herself. No, Sakura, what are you doing?! Your priority is getting Kirisaki-kun to the Health Room, not playing around! She chastised her wandering thoughts.
Sakura always carried a sweet, almost floral scent, one Hayato had noticed before when he'd borrowed her scarf. Today was no different—it was refreshing, uplifting, like a spring breeze. Thankfully, Hayato possessed 'extraordinary endurance,' allowing him to keep his cool.
He also thanked his foresight for keeping his eyes shut. Scent alone was tempting, but it was nothing compared to the devastating combo of sight and scent. If his eyes weren't in pitch blackness, and his mind wasn't a pure-hearted warrior slaying inner demons with a mental katana, but he could clearly see Sakura Miyajima's face… then Hayato felt he might also become 'front-protruding and rear-perky'…
Soon, Hayato felt himself being laid on something soft, like a mat. The sweet scent and plush sensation vanished, replaced by the sterile sting of disinfectant in his nostrils.
If he wasn't mistaken, he'd reached the Health Room.
He heard rustling nearby but kept his eyes closed. Interacting with Sakura right now? No thanks. His plan was to slack off here, maybe even until school let out. If Sakura realized he was awake, she'd bombard him with concern and pleasantries—way too much hassle.
After a while, the rustling stopped, and the world fell silent.
…
Suspecting Sakura had left, Hayato boldly cracked his eyes open. His gaze landed on…
Whoa, a washbasin… Wait, no.
It was Sakura Miyajima.
She was rummaging through a cabinet, but the cabinet was low, forcing her to bend over and lean forward. The posture naturally accentuated her pelvic area. Hayato's eyes widened. There's an old saying, something like 'Xixi Material Wei Junjie'… no, wait, 'a big butt gives birth to sons.' With Sakura Miyajima's figure, she could probably birth nine heirs to rival any imperial throne…
Her usually loose school skirt now hugged her curves tightly.
And the skirt? Not exactly long. Her unguarded posture gave Hayato a clear view… Pink?! So girlish…
No, no, no! Hayato jerked his gaze away. See no evil!
His reaction was a fraction too slow. Sakura, with the sharp instincts of the Kendo Club's ace, sensed something and spun around instantly.
Too late to close his eyes again.
Their gazes locked.
This girl… Hayato clicked his tongue inwardly. As expected of the Kendo Club's star—her reaction speed is unreal!
Sakura's face lit up with relief. "Kirisaki-kun, you're awake… Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
She kept her head turned but held her bent-over posture, making it impossible for Hayato to look at her properly without his eyes wandering.
"…I'm fine now," he mumbled.
"Hmm? But why's your face so red? Is it heatstroke or something… It has been getting warmer lately."
"This…" Hayato scratched his cheek, flustered.
Sakura tilted her head, her stunning face radiating an innocent, almost illegally adorable expression.
Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, her own face flushed crimson. She straightened up, her slender hands darting behind her to press down her skirt's hem.
"Um…" Hayato felt a pang of guilt. It wasn't intentional, but he had seen… something. He should at least give her the courtesy of an apology.
But before he could speak, Sakura bowed deeply, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry, Kirisaki-kun, for letting you see my un—unseemly and awkward appearance…"
"…" Don't say things that could be misunderstood!
--+--
T/N: While I am an inexperienced Translator, I have a Patreon! While it may seem empty as of now, webnovel will get 2 Chapters Every Day, and advanced chapters will be uploaded on Patreon.
It may not seem worth it now, but maybe in the future. Who knows!
patreon.com/Kazenova223
If you guys wanna check it out.