Episode 1 – Shirotori Moe wants to go wild


Iโ€™ve Been Working My Hardest as Manager of the Girlsโ€™ Track and Field Team, but Ever Since I Retired, the Team Members Have Been Coming at Me Like Crazy!?


โ€œFourth place in Heat 2 goes to Takahashi from Kurokawa Academy. These four runners, along with the fourth-place finisher from Heat 1, have advanced to tomorrowโ€™s final.โ€

My club memberโ€™s name was not among those announced over the PA system.

โ€œIs it over, then?โ€

Watching their heroic performance from the stands, I muttered that involuntarily and looked up at the sky.

My role as the track and field team manager had now come to an end.

โ€œWell then. Knowing them, theyโ€™re definitely crying behind the scenes. Maybe Iโ€™ll go comfort them later.โ€

Watching the athletes head back into the stadium, I found myself reflecting a little on the past two years.

โ—‡

It all started with something trivial.

In the spring of my freshman year of high school, the advisor for our track and field team singled me outโ€”Mitsuru Senba, the only student in the grade who wasnโ€™t on a club team.

โ€œYou. Be our manager and get the team to the National High School Championships.โ€

Without any explanation, I was given this rough offer, so naturally, I turned it down.

Although joining a club was mandatory at our school, I rebelled against it, thinking it was the schoolโ€™s problem. However, that same evening, the teacher called me in again.

There, I was asked once more to be the track and field teamโ€™s manager, but I firmly refused again.

The reason I stubbornly refused was, well, purely for my own convenience.

I wasnโ€™t particularly athletic, nor did I have any other outstanding talents. I believed that for someone like me, it was wiser to focus on my studies, get into a good university, and aim for a good job, rather than half-heartedly joining a club. Thatโ€™s why I had no intention of wasting my time on club activities.

However, as if he had seen right through me, the teacher

made this proposal:

โ€œIf our team makes it to the National High School Championships, Iโ€™d be willing to give you a spot in the designated student quota for a prestigious private university.โ€

To cut to the chase, that single sentence was the deciding factor, and I ended up taking on the role of manager for the track and field team.

It wasnโ€™t that I was lured by a sweet temptation.

I simply chose the option I thought had the higher probability of success.

As an average student, even if I studied hard for three years, my chances of getting into the university the teacher had offered were extremely low.

In contrast, I figured the odds of someone from the track and field teamโ€”once hailed as the best in the prefectureโ€”making it to the National High School Championships were far higher.

But as soon as I decided to join, I regretted it.

I wished Iโ€™d done my research more thoroughly.

As it turned out, there were only three members in the clubโ€”all of them my classmates.

And all three had been nobodies in middle school; they were nowhere near the level needed to compete in the National High School Championships.

Apparently, the track and field club was a shadow of its former self; for the past few years, it hadnโ€™t even had any members and had been effectively inactive.

It had only just resumed activities after a few new members finally joined.

Of course, I immediately thought about quitting.

But as if he could see right through my shallow thinking, the club advisor said to me:

โ€œIf youโ€™re not in a club, you might end up repeating a year at worst.โ€

It was an unmistakable threat, but for someone like meโ€”who believed that getting into a good university and landing a job at a good company was the only path to successโ€”the mere mention of โ€œrepeating a yearโ€ weighed heavily on me.

The moment I started worrying about what would happen if that actually came to pass, I was already finished.

There was no way I could easily make a decision that carried even the slightest risk of that happening, so I officially became the manager of the girlsโ€™ track and field team to support them.

And then came all the twists and turns.

No, reallyโ€”so many things happened that I couldnโ€™t possibly recount them all even if I spent the whole night talking.

All three of them had strong personalities, crying or getting angry at the slightest provocation.

Every time that happened, we clashed, talked it out, and deepened our bond of trust.

Somehow, it all feels like a distant memory now, and I miss it.

Even that day when Shiratori told me, crying, that she wanted to get stronger.

Even those late-night phone calls with Yukimura, yelling at each other over the practice schedule.

Even that afternoon after school when I went to visit Hayase after she fell ill.

Now, all of it is a precious memory for me.

The reason I made them endure such grueling practices, and the reason I established that ironclad rule forbidding romance until we retiredโ€”at first, it was all just for the sake of my own college entrance exams.

But they stuck with it.

And they fought desperately every day to get results.

Moved by their determination, at some point I found myself no longer thinking just about my own future, but filled with the desire to get everyone to the National High School Championships.

So when all three of us qualified for the National High School Championships, I was so happy I almost cried.

Even so, I played the role of the tough guy until the very end, acting like the bad guy and pushing them by saying, โ€œDonโ€™t cry until the Nationals are over.โ€

But I donโ€™t have to put on that tough act anymore.

โ€œAh, Mitchi!โ€

As I stepped down from the stands, Shiratori Moeโ€”who had just competed in the 100-meter dash and lostโ€”spotted me and ran over.

โ€œGood job, Shiratori. You really gave it your all.โ€

โ€œAww! I lost!โ€

With her faceโ€”considered the most handsome in our gradeโ€”all scrunched up, Shiratori threw herself into my arms.

โ€œNo, no, you did great. Seriously, good job.โ€

โ€œI tried my best, you know? Mitchi, will you give me a compliment?โ€

โ€œOf course. You were really amazing.โ€

For a guy like meโ€”whoโ€™s never had a girlfriend in his entire lifeโ€”being hugged by a beautiful girl like this would normally make my heart race or get me all worked up.

Actually, there was a time when just seeing them in their uniforms would make me feel a little restless.

But since this kind of thing was an everyday occurrence, Iโ€™d built up quite an immunity to it.

Besides, Iโ€™m not stupid enough to impose a โ€œno datingโ€ rule on myself and then break it.

Though, letโ€™s keep this between us: the โ€œno datingโ€ rule was just a pretext to help them focus on practice. The real reason was that it annoyed me to imagine these girls going on dates with guys while I was putting together practice menus and managing the game schedule after practice.

โ€œWhat about the other two?โ€

โ€œThey were in the stands with the coach, so theyโ€™re probably on their way over here.โ€

โ€œI see. Yeah, but itโ€™s over, isnโ€™t it?โ€

Our youthโ€”which felt long yet flew by in the blink of an eyeโ€”comes to a close here today.

Overcome by that sense of accomplishment, those words just slipped out.

โ€œNo, it starts today.โ€

Shiratori said that while still clinging to me.

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆItโ€™s starting?โ€

โ€œYeah. All this time, right up until today, Mitchi has supported me every single day. So starting today, Iโ€™m going to do everything I can for you.โ€

โ€œH-huh.โ€

โ€œSeriously, Mitchi, you donโ€™t have to cook, you donโ€™t have to do homework, and if you want, Iโ€™ll even drive you to and from school.โ€

โ€œT-thatโ€™s quite the treatment.โ€

โ€œReally? Are you happy?โ€

โ€œY-yeah, Iโ€™m happy.โ€

โ€œGood. Then, shall we go find everyone?โ€

โ€œY-yeah, letโ€™s do that.โ€

Maybe it was the sense of relief after the match, but Shiratoriโ€”whoโ€™s usually so strong-willedโ€”was acting surprisingly clingy today.

Well, thereโ€™s no reason for me to nag her now.ใ€€

If it had been yesterday, I might have snapped at her with something like, โ€œDo you really think you can win with that lackadaisical attitude?โ€

โ€œHey, Mitchi.โ€

โ€œHm?โ€

โ€œhand. Can I hold it?โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆWhy?โ€

โ€œWhy?โ€ฆโ€ฆIs that a no?โ€

โ€œN-no, if youโ€™re tired, you can rest a bit first.โ€

โ€œCome on, youโ€™re being mean.โ€

After pouting, she leaned against me.

โ€œH-hey. Youโ€™re too close.โ€

โ€œNo way. Iโ€™ve been holding back this whole time.โ€

Shiratori hugged my arm tightly.

โ€œHolding back? What are you talking about?โ€

โ€œAll kinds of things. Seriously, every day was just nonstop grueling practice, wasnโ€™t it?โ€

โ€œWell, you really did your best, honestly.โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆI want to.โ€

โ€œHm?โ€

โ€œNext time.โ€

Shiratori whispered softly beside me.

In a voice that sounded like a breath escaping her lips, she murmured:

โ€œI want to really go wild with you, Mitchi.โ€


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