A Case in Which My House Is a Gathering Place for Girls

Throughout history and across the world, sports have traditionally been dominated by those with excellent athletic abilities and usually members of sports clubs. The same holds true for Amahashiritsu Academy. Even though classes haven’t started yet, some students are already warming up and getting their bodies ready.

“You’re very enthusiastic about just measuring your physical strength, Wada.”

Wada is one of them and belongs to the basketball club. He was preparing himself like he was about to go into battle.

If this is the final of the inter-high school, I can understand how enthusiastic this is, but what we’re going to do is just a physical measurement. His level of enthusiasm seems misplaced.

“There is also injury prevention, but physical fitness measurement is a unique opportunity to objectively see how much I have grown in a year. So there’s no way I’d slack off.”

“I see. As expected of the next ace candidate in the basketball club. That’s a stoic way of thinking.”

“You fool. I’m not the next candidate, I’m the new ace.”

I look around and look for Kanna while ignoring Wada while laughing like that. My childhood friend stood alone and yawned carelessly, just as she did in the classroom. She was a bit too relaxed for the occasion.

Though everyone else was wearing the same long-sleeve and a long pants gym uniform, Kanna stood out. There was another female student who stood out even more on the field.

Even though it was early spring and there was a slight chill in the air, this student was wearing short sleeves and shorts while prioritizing ease of movement. While that could just mean she was a little warm, the reason she was drawing the attention of mainly the male students was something else.

“I can’t believe you’re giving Asakura-san a passionate gaze. Itsuki is definitely a guy, after all.”

I glared at him sharply.

“I didn’t give her a passionate gaze, and I wasn’t looking at her with any ulterior motives.”

“No need to play innocent. Anyone who sees her in that outfit would get their attention drawn, even Hikoboshi.”

I turned my gaze back toward the field. In my mind, I gave a sarcastic retort about how disrespectful that was to Hikoboshi who only gets to meet his lover once a year.

“…Haah.”

The name of the female student taking a deep breath and adjusting her breathing is Asakura Nao.

She had made her mark in the world as a junior athlete when she competed in the U18 World Athletics Championships in the 100 meters during her third year of middle school while clocking in a time that tied the Japanese record and earned her the first gold medal. She was now considered a future Olympic gold medal candidate, a genius sprinter.

She had a black hair cut neatly at shoulder length with a beautiful face and sharp, upturned eyes gave off the aura of a lone wolf. Her well-toned body was the result of daily training, displaying a healthy beauty, with a clearly defined waist and legs, but also an impressive chest that was as prominent as Kanna’s. It bounced with each movement, which was pretty distracting.

Despite her exceptional athletic talent, she was also stunningly beautiful and had a perfect figure. The saying heaven doesn’t give two gifts certainly didn’t apply to Asakura Nao.

“Okay, one more round…!”

As she wiped the sparkling sweat from her brow under the sunlight, Asakura began her warm-up again. As her breathing grew more erratic and her skin flushed, she gave off an almost unhealthy allure even though she was in a gym uniform.

“The next ace in the women’s sprint world in Japan will also show us her talent during gym class.”

“I want to be caught between those thighs that had been trained before I died…”

“How can she run so fast on that outrageous breast muscle? It’s incredible.”

I could hear the voices of men’s desires. While I understood the sentiments, the girls around them looked thoroughly disgusted. They might want to tone it down or keep it to themselves.

“…Hey, Wada. Is Asakura-san always like that?”

While observing Asakura’s repeated short dashes, I ask a friend who is stretching under his nose practically twitching with excitement.

“What are you talking about? Is it the usual thing to be just running and uselessly erotic? Then, of course, the answer is yes. The unnecessarily erotic breathing during stretches, her chest bouncing with every run, the occasional flash of her stomach that she’s probably unaware of, and so on… What’s wrong with that?”

“No, nevermind. Forget what I asked.”

After reflecting on my lack of words, I turned my attention to Asakura. Her smooth, effortless running form was like a perfect work of art.

Even a warm-up before gym class, something so trivial, was at a level that made me feel like paying money to watch.

“I’m thinking too much…”

At first glance, her form seemed flawless, with no abnormalities. However, there was a faint sense of unease, like a button being misbuttoned by mistake. A minor disharmony, but a disharmony nonetheless.

If I was just imagining things, it would be better to move on, but if I’m right, this small mistake could gradually grow over time and cause a fatal error. The problem is, I had no way of judging whether my instincts were correct.

“Everyone, gather around! It’s about to start the class!”

Misuta-sensei appeared on the field with a few claps of her hands. I was about to stop thinking and start walking towards the center of the field when I suddenly felt a sign from behind. And when I looked back, I saw—

“…This is troublesome. I don’t want to move.”

It was Sasazuki Mika, a former child actress, who was sitting lazily on the bench while drinking a juice box with a carefree expression.