The S**ttiest Gyaru in the Class Confessed to Me
“Ah, it’s okay, I guess.”
When I answered that, Ichika looked worried.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
Ichika was wearing her school uniform.
That picture was from today after all…
What should I do?
Should I show her the photo?
No, if I’m going to ask her, I’ll do it directly.
I don’t want to corner her by presenting evidence.
I held Ichika’s hand.
“Listen. I’m sorry… Today, someone saw you at XX Station. They said you were wearing your school uniform even though you didn’t have class, and you were with a man I didn’t know.”
Ichika looked down.
“…I see. Someone saw us.”
“I’m sorry, I. I really want to say that it doesn’t matter, that I believe in you. But I couldn’t, and I kept thinking about it during the exam. I’m sorry for being such a pathetic boyfriend.”
“Hey, Sou. Let’s go to our usual place… I wanna talk properly, just the two of us.”
We went to our usual love hotel.
Ichika’s fingers intertwined with mine, gripping my hand tightly.
(Is this what they call holding hands?)
Usually, Ichika is the one who holds onto me. Come to think of it, I don’t think we’ve ever held hands like this before.
We were both in our school uniforms, but it was okay to go inside. Once we were in the room, Ichika made me coffee.
“You know, I told you my parents are divorced, right?”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“My parents didn’t divorce on good terms. We were a normal family, but then suddenly, a large sum of money came into our hands. After that, my dad started acting strangely. He started going out drinking every day and bringing home young girls.”
Ichika closed her eyes and lightly clenched her fist at her chest.
“Eventually, the money ran out, and my dad seemed to come to his senses. He apologized, but it was already too late. Mom said she would never forgive him. So they divorced.”
“I see. Were you still young at the time?”
“I was in sixth grade. My dad was kind, and I liked him, but I felt bad for my mom, so I stopped seeing him too.”
“Ichika must have had a hard time.”
“But something happened, and I started contacting my dad again. So, earlier, I met with him. It was the first time since I entered high school, so I wanted him to see me in my uniform.”
“I see…”
Maybe I was overthinking it.
I’m sorry I couldn’t trust you.
Ichika continued.
Her eyes, which gazed at me, were as clear as crystal and as deep and lustrous as obsidian.
“Sou, you’ve never met my dad. You probably thought I was meeting some stranger, right? Maybe you even thought I was selling myself?”
This was the part I should deny. I knew that in my head. But. I nodded.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t trust you, Ichika.”
Ichika raised her face, her eyes brimming with tears. The droplets at the corners of her eyes grew larger, taking on a rounded shape. They seemed ready to fall at any moment, succumbing to gravity.
“…No. I know it’s my own fault. Sou kun isn’t at fault. And thank you for doubting me properly.”
Tears streamed down Ichika’s cheeks.
After calming her breathing, she spoke again.
“Even if you try to force yourself to suppress your doubts, it won’t mean you’ll be able to trust me. Those smoldering feelings might one day destroy the part of you that loves me.”
Ichika smiled.
But she looked sad.
“So, thank you for doubting me. Thank you for confronting me with your doubts. I guess you don’t feel the same way about me anymore…do you?”
“No. That’s not true. I care about you, Ichika. Oh, I think the exam went okay. Your notes helped me during the exam. Thanks for everything.”
“Eh. I didn’t do anything worthy of thanks. I’m sorry I held you back during the exam.”
“You made me cry, but you also helped me, so it all evens out.”
“Sou. Did you cry?”
Damn it.
I might be pushing Ichika further into a corner.
“N-n-no, I’m not crying.”
“Hmm. If Sou kun cries, I’ll lick all your tears…”
“Normally, you’d lend a handkerchief in that situation.””
“But…they’re the tears of someone important to me. I don’t mind. In fact, I find them endearing.”
“Oh, by the way, why are we at a love hotel today?”
Ichika had somehow undone the top button of her shirt, slightly exposing her chest.
“If you didn’t forgive me, I was thinking of using my body…just a little. Haha. Sorry. I’m cowardly and stupid, aren’t I? Even if I did that, your feelings wouldn’t come back, and it wouldn’t make any sense. But to me, Sou kun is everything. I don’t wanna lose you, even if it means using such a method.”
I scratched my head.
“And I’m scared that my feelings might come back.”
We both laughed.
After we finished laughing, Ikka’s face brightened up.
“Hey, Ichika.”
“Hm?”
“Want to play a game?”
“Sure♡”
Ichika hugged my arm.
Something I’d been vaguely thinking about.
For some reason, I wanted to ask her about it.
“Hey, Ichika.”
“When you confessed your feelings, why was it me?”
If it was a penalty game, she could have confessed to anyone.
“Hm. I don’t know. But now, I can’t think of anyone but Sou kun.”
What?
You don’t know?
In situations like this, it’s customary to say something like, ‘Actually, I’ve always liked you’ even if it’s just flattery.
Then, Ichika’s eyes widened.
“Um. Well. I’ve always liked you…”
This guy.
She’s slow to follow up.
“You’re lying (lol).”
“It’s true♡”
…Ichika.
Right now, it’s just a casual expression that she doesn’t even realize herself, but I’m completely satisfied. I wonder if she’ll ever say it properly.
My first girlfriend is very honest and a little bad at lying.
Maigetsu