I’ve Been Working My Hardest as Manager of the Girls’ Track and Field Team, but Ever Since I Retired, the Team Members Have Been Coming at Me Like Crazy!?
“Hmm, I slept so well. Huh? Mitchi, were you awake?”
“Oh, yeah. I didn’t really get any sleep.”
The bus carrying us arrived at the station.
I was so preoccupied with Shirotori’s sleep-talking that I ended up not sleeping a wink.
How does this girl know which school I’m applying to?
Just a coincidence?
Or did she ask the teacher something?
……Whatever the case, even if it was just a sleep-talking slip-up, I need to warn her.
“Alright, time to transfer to the train. Everyone, I’ve got the tickets, so don’t get separated from me.”
When we got off the bus, the three of them quietly followed me.
During that time, none of them tried to sneak ahead to catch up with me; instead, the three of them were getting along great, chatting away like good friends.
Hmm, it seems they’re still basically close friends, just like always.
For now, at least, I don’t have to worry about them killing each other over me.
Keeping a certain distance between us, the teacher and I flanked the three club members as we headed toward the station, passed through the ticket gates, and made our way to the platform where our train was waiting.
Fortunately, a train arrived right away, so we lined up at the front and boarded.
“It’s pretty empty. Alright, everyone, find a seat.”
I sat in the very back of the car so I could keep an eye on the whole group, but I noticed Shirotori and Hayase had sat a little ways away.
“Mitsu, excuse me for sitting next to you.”
Yukimura sat down next to me.
“What’s up? Weren’t the three of you having a blast?”
“That was that. Did you get some rest on the bus?”
“Nope. Shirotori kept chatting away, so I didn’t get much sleep.”
“Seriously, Moe has a habit of doing that. Even though you’re tired too, Mitsuru.”
Yukimura patted her own shoulder a couple of times and said, “This spot’s open.”
“N-no, I’m fine.”
“Come on, you don’t have to be so polite. Or is it that you’d let Moe do it but not me?”
“Ah, no.”
She was watching.
Well, of course she was watching.
“…Well then, I’ll take you up on that.”
Keeping an eye on the swans, I tentatively leaned against Yukimura’s slender shoulder.
She’s delicate, yet soft, and she smells nice too.
…This is kind of nerve-wracking.
“Mitsu, it’s okay if you just fall asleep like this.”
“Thanks. But I’m fine.”
“Come on, I won’t do anything even if you fall asleep.”
“I’m not worried about that, you know.”
But it does calm me down.
The faint, sweet scent relaxes my weary heart.
If Yukimura were my girlfriend, would she pamper me like this every day?
If so, that wouldn’t be so bad… no.
“Hey, Yukimura.”
“What is it?”
“Um, about what you were saying yesterday…”
“You know, about the wedding—you said we should have it at a church with a view of the ocean?”
“…That’s the first I’ve heard of that.”
When and with whom did you talk about that?
“Oh, do you prefer traditional Japanese attire, Mitsuru?”
“Hmm, if I had to choose… no, wait. Um, you were talking about wanting to be ‘torn apart,’ right? What was that all about, anyway?”
Just like with Shiratori, I mustered up the courage to ask.
Well, since I wasn’t the one being on the receiving end, it felt a little less nerve-wracking than it did with Shiratori.
“Oh, that? Mitsuru, I want you to keep me restrained all the time.”
“Restrained?”
“Yeah. Like, whether I go out, hang out with someone, or even eat a meal—I want you to control everything.”
“Control?”
“Even when I go to the bathroom. Even if I’m desperate, I want him to order me, ‘Hey, don’t you dare go to the bathroom while I’m talking!’”
“…What does that mean?”
“Because it proves that Mitsuru needs me that much. By restraining me, Mitsuru is also restrained by me. So it means, ‘It’s okay to treat me like your own personal possession and do whatever you want with me,’ I guess.”
She spoke matter-of-factly, as if she were stating the obvious.
However, Yukimura’s eyes gradually began to glaze over.
“Ah, I want Mitsuru to give me orders. Like, ‘What the hell did you eat out there?! Starting tomorrow, you’re eating only my [XXXX] for a week!’ Or, ‘I’ll never forgive you if you talk to another guy!’ Ah, Mitsuru…”
She’d drifted off into her own fantasy world.
I looked away so as not to see Yukimura like that, then glanced over at Shiratori and Hayase, who were standing a little ways off.
The two of them were chatting and laughing, completely oblivious to us.
Hmm, I’m not sure about Hayase yet, but if it comes down to it, Shiratori seems like the better option.
Well, not that I’d want to be completely dominated, of course.
I don’t have that kind of sadistic streak where I want to completely dominate others…
“Mitsu.”
“Y-yes?”
“So, with that said, you can do whatever you want with me anytime.”
“…I’ll consider it.”
After that, I’m sure I made small talk with Yukimura, but I didn’t really take in what she was saying.
Of course, I couldn’t bring myself to look her in the eye even once during that time.
“Please stop, train,” I kept wishing as I was jostled by the train, which was accelerating rapidly.