When I Saved a Lost Plushie, I Got Close to a Young Lady From a Yakuza Family
“Uruwashi san”
“What?”
“Are you close?”
“I forgot my textbook.”
Even though we are sitting side by side, we are so close that I could almost touch her.
The sweet aroma from next to me tickles my nostrils, and every time I look at my textbook, I see Uruwashi’s beautiful E-line profile in my field of vision.
“Yes, but ……”
I wonder how it is that she has forgotten the textbook for everything in the class so far.
Is there something wrong?
I mean, it’s recess time now, and they’re still attached to their desks.
That’s why I’m getting a lot of stares in the classroom.
Uruwashi is not paying any attention
I’m not sure if it’s my imagination or not, but I think she’s looking only at me.
But every time I look at Uruwashi’s face, our eyes meet at the right moment.
When I glanced around as if looking for help, my classmate quickly looked away.
Huh? Why?
“Oh no, don’t make eye contact with Sagara-san.”
“Did you hear that? Uruwashi san and Sagara san were wearing kimonos and riding in a black car.”
“Yeah, some kind of gang meeting, I heard.”
“A stern man bowing down to them. Scary.”
I just went to see cherry blossoms, but I’m being misunderstood!
And they call me Sagara-san!
I had no friends, and as a bad communicator, it was unlikely that I would be able to talk to each and every one of them and clear up their misunderstandings.
It was lunchtime and we were in the back of the gym.
“Itadakimasu”
Today, instead of pastries, we were going to eat the bento that Uruwashi made for us.
On the day of the cherry blossom viewing, Uruwashi told me that from now on she would prepare lunch boxes for us.
She seemed to be quite pleased with the kimono I made for Banira-chan.
I felt a bit bad about it, but Uruwashi-san didn’t seem like she was going to back down, and I was grateful, so I agreed.
“Eat well, will you?”
I was so excited to see Uruwashi-san tilting her head at me that I imagined something unexpected.
Uruwashi-san is naked with a ribbon tied around her body, staring at me with wet eyes and saying, “Enjoy eating it, okay?” in a shameless scene.
…..I’m too much of an adolescent!
It wasn’t unreasonable to imagine something like that.
That’s because this morning Uruwashi san had sent me a selfie of herself cooking.
She was wearing an apron and holding a frying pan, but the problem was not so much what she was cooking, but rather that her outfit looked for a moment like a naked apron.
She was actually wearing a tank top and shorts, but it was very revealing ……!
I wonder if that was Uruwashi dsn’s loungewear.
[Intriguing?]
Appetite, right?
[Looks delicious.]
She asked me what I thought about the food, so I just responded with that impression.
And yet, it seemed like a somewhat meaningful exchange.
That’s why I’ve been in agony since this morning.
After finishing her lunch, Uruwashi asks me
“Sagara-kun, are you sleepy?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“You can use my lap anytime you want.”
Uruwashi tapped her knee.
The gesture reminded me of the scene at the cherry blossom viewing party.
That day, I was feeling sleepy and let myself be tucked into Uruwashi’s lap.
I should have refused, even though I had been dreaming.
Besides, I don’t really remember what we were talking about at the end. ……
I didn’t say anything strange, did I?
All I remember is the wonderful feeling of Uruwashi’s thighs
“I am so sorry about that, Uruwashi san!”
I apologized deeply.
“It’s okay, I was the one who asked. But still, you call me Uruwashi san?”
“We’re at school here. ……”
“But there’s no one here.”
That was an idea to avoid mentioning Uruwashi’s name outside, but does Uruwashi-san like to be called Ten-chan?
“Sou-chan.”
“Ehh!?”
My heart jumps at the unfamiliar way Uruwashi-san calls me.
“Why?!”
“Sagara-kun calls me Ten-chan, so I thought I’d call him the same way. Is that strange?”
It’s not weird. In fact, it’s good.
But it’s bad for my heart because I get nervous every time she calls me.
“Hmm, I guess Sagara-kun is fine.”
“…., even though you let other women call you that.”
In response to Uruwashi-san’s soft murmur, I asked “Eh?”
But Uruwashi didn’t answer me anything, but just looked at me with a gaze that seemed to cling to me.
Her gaze made me feel a sense of urgency, as if I were being constricted by a snake.
My breathing became shallow, my breath was labored.
Now that I’ve had the chance to talk to Uruwashi, her beauty is as well-defined and sharpened as a blade as anyone I’ve ever met.
She may not have the slightest intention to do so, but the pressure she exudes from her days spent in an environment where it is normal to be surrounded by members of a yakuza family is, at times, tremendous.
“Sagara-kun, are you free this weekend?”
The conversation changes, and the tension fades away as if it were a lie.
Kahaha, I can breathe easier.
What was that about ……?
“Sorry, I have plans this weekend that I can’t miss.”
I answer Uruwashi’s question by clasping my hands together in a pan.
“Both Saturday and Sunday?”
“I guess just Saturday.”
“I see, I have plans on Sunday too, so I was thinking Saturday would be better. …… Maybe at night?”
No? If someone asks me that so cutely, I want to answer even if I have to.
“I have plans during the day, so I’m free at night, what’s wrong?”
“I wanted to watch the live video of Asterisk with Sagara-kun.”
“Eh! I want to see it!”
I’ve heard of Asterisk’s music, but I’ve never seen the live video. It’s nice to know what Uruwashi likes, and it’s a good opportunity for me to learn about it.
“I feel bad about going out with you straight after Sagara-kun’s plans are over, so I’m fine with that day after all.”
“I’m totally fine with it though. ……”
Uruwashi-san shook her head.
“It’s okay, we can do it next time.”
Uruwashi-san backed away easily, probably out of concern for me. How kind.
“But I see. Hmm, Sagara-kun’s plans are during the day on Saturday…”
Uruwashi was ruminating.
I think her eyes are somewhat vacant, but did she really want to watch the live video with me that badly?
I’m honored that you think so.
I’m sorry, but I can’t help it.
“Next time, we’ll make plans to see it together.”
“promise.”
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Saturday afternoon.
I was walking down the street toward the station in my ironed, wrinkle-free clothes.
I usually only go out to the handicraft store or to the supermarket or convenience store to get groceries.
I don’t care what I look like because I’m always alone, but today was different.
I arrived at the station’s ticket gate.
At the ticket gate, many people were coming and going, and many of their gazes were glancing at something.
Ahead of me was a gal with waist-length blonde hair tied into a half-twintail, leaning against a pillar advertising the station.
Her face was well-defined, and her cat eyes, with their thickly applied eye makeup, gave her a somewhat provocative air.
She had healthy legs that stretched out from her denim shorts and an off-the-shoulder top that showed one shoulder, all of which probably caught men’s attention.
The gal, who had been touching her phone without a hint of concern that she was the center of attention, looks up.
“Sou-chan, You’re lateee”
Then she turned her head and waved her hands vigorously in the air.
Hey, come on, that would make me stand out, wouldn’t it?
Sure enough, a couple of young guys turn to me.
And they look at me like, “Why is this guy here?”
I walk toward the gals, thinking, “Oh, I don’t like this.”
“The appointment was 10 minutes ago, right? Emi is early.”
“It doesn’t matter. There’s no way to make Emi wait. Besides, a man should be there 30 minutes early.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
Just because she knows she’s cute, she thinks she can say anything and get away with it.
“Hmm, never mind. Let’s go to Sou-chan’s house then.”
Today, I had an appointment with this blonde gal, Emi