The S**ttiest Gyaru in the Class Confessed to Me.
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“Won’t you go out with me?”
One day, I was confessed to by the sluttiest girl in my class.
My name is Aira Sou.
I’m in my second year of high school in Tokyo.
I’m what you might call an introvert.
I don’t have any female friends, and of course, my age equals the number of years I’ve been single.
So this was my first confession in my life.
Her name is Katase Ichika. She has blonde hair, nails, and a nice style. Her skin is pretty tanned and she is pretty on the outside, but there are no good rumors about her.
I don’t know her because she lives in a different world from mine, but she was famous for switching from one guy to another.
…..She is said to be a slutty bitch.
I was told by my fellow introverts that I shouldn’t be involved with that girl. She is a girl who has no good rumors. It is natural for them to warn me.
However, it was a miracle that I was able to find a girlfriend, and I didn’t want to make a decision based solely on rumors when it might be my last chance.
For a virgin like me, just being pretty is enough to make up for it. It’s arrogant to expect more than what’s on the inside.
……Yeah.
It is enough.
I convinced myself and decided to go out with her.
But I never heard from her again.
It’s been a week, right?
I sent her a message on the day she confessed and it was only yesterday that it was read. And no reply.
I’m her boyfriend, after all.
We haven’t even had our first date yet.
Even if I wanted to make a promise, there was no way I could physically do it since we hadn’t even started messaging each other.
I sent her another message.
This time, the message was immediately read and replied.
“What? What do you want?”
……Hmm.
She must be a tsundere, right?
It’s that thing that captivated men in the Heisei era.
I’m sure she doesn’t really dislike me.
“I mean, we’re dating, so I thought maybe we could go on a date or something.”
“Eh? Ah. Is it still going? I thought it was over…”
Eh……
Was our relationship over before it even started?
I mean, there’s no way it could have spontaneously ended right after she confessed her love to me ! !
I want to say something.
“Because you said……”
Ichika’s reply was curt.
There were no emojis or stamps. I started to feel uneasy. Then, after a short delay, I received a message from Ichika.
“I see. you’re right. Well, I’m bored, so fine.”
She seemed to be seriously uninterested in me.
I wonder if it was some kind of misunderstanding that we got together after all.
For example, it seems likely that her confession to me was a punishment……and I’m too scared to confirm it.
The next Saturday, we met up in front of the station.
The meeting time was 12:00 p.m., but at 12:30 p.m., Ichika didn’t show up.
It’s cloudy today, but it’s a midsummer’s day even though it’s June.
It was so humid that I was sweating just standing there.
It was 12:45.
She arrives.
She was wearing her usual clothes…or rather, she was dressed as if she was going to the nearest convenience store. She didn’t have her usual flashy false eyelashes and was only wearing the bare minimum of makeup.
Surprisingly, she has clean, youthful eyes.
Clearly unmotivated, but…..prettier than usual.
“Morning.”
When I called out to her, Ichika replied in a sulky mood.
“Morning…or was that a way to get back at me for being late?”
Apparently, she was aware that she was late.
You should apologize first.
“……I don’t mean that.”
We walked along the tree-lined avenue aimlessly.
That said, both of us are silent.
Ichika walks a few meters behind me.
I don’t know if this is more like a date or an escort.
I gradually began to lose track of why I was spending my time like this.
Oh no. This is awkward.
Then, Ichika stopped.
It was in front of a love hotel.
“……This is a hotel.”
I said that, and Ichika grabbed my sleeve.
“Well, I mean, you just wanna get laid, right? All men are like that. Even though it was a punishment game, I said I’d go out with you. I have to take that much responsibility.”
Ichika looked at me and her sleepy eyes widened.
“Eh…..why’re you crying?”
I was crying.
Tears were falling and I couldn’t stop.
It’s true that I tried not to expect anything from Ichika. But somewhere, I think I had hoped that maybe she was actually a good girl.
But she was just as the rumors said.
I was kind of shocked that my first girlfriend was like that.
“I’m sorry. I had my own expectations.”
Ichika didn’t know what to do.
“Did I do something wrong?”
She really doesn’t get it, does she…..
“No, it’s my fault. I’m going home.”
It was my fault.
I had expected a lot of things from her, and I had forced myself on her.
From the very beginning, Ichika is just being herself.
It was my fault for being cocky and accepting her.
“Hey, wait ! !”
Ichika grabbed my wrist.
“Let go of me.”
I said, and she put her hand on my neck and said.
“I haven’t fulfilled my responsibility yet. Tomorrow is Sunday, right? Do you have time?”
“I do, but why?”
“…..I’ll redo your date.”
That’s a subtly superior attitude.
And responsibility sounds like an obligation.
I know I’m pathetic for being treated like this. But I guess I still have lingering feelings somewhere.
For the first time in my life, I have a girlfriend.
The truth is, I was very happy. I think that feeling is still smoldering inside of me.
“Fine…..”
Ichika and I decided to meet again tomorrow.
Maigetsu