Chapter 11 – Up, Right, Left, Down, Right, Left, Up, Down, B

When the stretching finished, Wano-sensei went over to the committee members. It seems like she’s going to act as a measurement supervisor with them.

As for me, holding the measurement recording sheet I was given, I went through the stations in order.

First was grip strength, at 67 kilograms. They must have thought the machine was broken, though, because they wrote down 37 kilograms on my sheet.

Next, when I went to the 50-meter dash area, Watase-san was there. As usual, her bangs were long and messy. Plus, she was slouching.

“Oh, Takuma. Did you come to watch me run?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Is that so. Well, you’d do well to watch.”

Saying that, Watase-san stood at the starting line. There were three others as well.

They took off at the same time as the starter’s pistol, but while the other three ran with beautiful form, Watase-san alone had her chin jutting up, her breathing ragged, and her hair thrashing about — arms flapping left and right instead of back and forth. It was like a horror movie.

And what do you think happens when you run like that? That’s right, dead last. By the way, her time was 12 seconds.

“Haa… haa… How was it?”

“You’re slow.”

“Fufu… That’s right. I am slow. Then what about you, Takuma? Are you fast enough to call me slow, I wonder?”

“Hmm? I think I’m probably decently fast, you know?”

“Then try running with all your might. I will measure it myself. Hey! You there, measurement supervisor — hand over that stopwatch.”

Watase-san, did you just step out of a foreign drama? Or is this just a runner’s high? I never thought I’d hear someone say “Hey!” like that in real life.

Also, you don’t even have to tell me — I’m going to run properly. There’s no point in measuring it otherwise.

When I stood at the starting line, I could see Watase-san at the goal. And the moment the sound of the starter’s pistol echoed, I dashed off.

“Gasp! Eh… No way…”

“How many seconds was it?”

Having finished running, I walked over to Watase-san, who was frozen stiff, staring at the stopwatch.

“6.7 seconds…”

“6.7 seconds, got it. Now then—”

“W-Wait right there!”

Just as I jotted down the 50-meter dash record on my sheet and tried to head to the next station, I was stopped. What is it? Don’t tell me she’s going to say she doesn’t accept it and make me run again?

“What?”

“Eh, ah, well… never mind, it’s nothing.”

“Really? I’ll be going to the next one, then.”

What was that about? Oh well.

“…The same time as Leo-kyun. No way… Between how he looked in disguise, could Takuma actually be Leo-kyun’s reincarnation?”

Reincarnation? Did Leo-kyun die!?

I’m curious. I’m curious, but I really don’t want to ask and trigger another one of her Leo-kyun gushing sessions, so I’ll leave it be.

Now then, next up are the side-to-side jumps.

“Ah! Takuma-kun♪ , are you doing the side-to-side jumps too, Takuma-kun? I’m just about to do mine~.”

“What a coincidence.”

What’s the deal? I’ve never even spoken to Fujimiya-san outside of when I wore that crazy uniform, so what’s with this over-familiarity? Even if she talks to me so chummily, I have no idea how to reply.

“I’m really bad at side-to-side jumps.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. I end up going too far to the left and right.”

“That’s strange.”

“Yeah. Super strange!”

Does she really not understand? It’s absolutely because of those two massive lumps resting on her arms. What kind of movements do they even make?

“Ah, it’s my turn next. You’ll watch me, right, Takuma-kun? I’ll do my best!”

What exactly is she planning to do her best at?

Fujimiya-san spread her legs and stood at the starting position. It measures how many you can do in 30 seconds, but I wonder just how many Fujimiya-san can manage.

And then the whistle blew—

Wh-What? What on earth is this!? What is happening right in front of my eyes!?

“Hah… fuh…! Ouch! M-My breasts are gonna tear off! Fwah! Th-They’re rubbing…!”

Fujimiya-san moved left and right while saying such things. And bouncing violently up, down, left, and right — jiggle, jiggle — were Fujimiya-san’s breasts.

Th-This isn’t something as tame as just “swaying” anymore! Her breasts are dancing! Or rather, they’re like a super high-difficulty command input or a hidden cheat code in a fighting game!

“Ngh… fwah… Haa, haa… T-Takuma-kun, how was it?”

When the ending whistle blew, she clutched her breasts with a thoroughly battered expression and asked me that. So I decided to answer her honestly because I’m a gentleman, after all.

“It was amazing.”

Her breasts, that is. I didn’t say that out loud, though, because I’m a virgin gentleman.

“Hey, did watching me help you figure out why I can’t do it well?”

“Ah, well. I want you to listen without getting offended, but Fujimiya-san, you have an incredible figure — isn’t that the reason?”

“By that you mean… it really is these breasts, isn’t it?”

“…………”

What else could it be?

“Right… Just running makes them bounce so much it hurts. And they’re heavy. Here.”

“…Eh? W-Wait a second, Fujimiya-san!?”

Before I knew it, Fujimiya-san suddenly grabbed my hand, pulled it over, turned my palm facing upward, and rested her breast right on it. A heavy, substantial weight was transmitted through, along with a softness that made my fingers sink right in.

“See? Heavy, right?”

“It’s not a matter of being heavy — you shouldn’t just let people touch them like that.”

“I don’t mind if it’s you, Takuma-kun.”

It is a matter. Your sense of personal space is a complete mystery.

So I immediately tried to pull my hand back and let go, but because Fujimiya-san wouldn’t let go, it ended up feeling like I was pulling her closer instead.

“Kya…”

Fujimiya-san’s breasts bumped against my body, changing shape. Amazing. How should I put it — just amazing.

“Ah, sorry.”

“No! I’m the one who should apologize!”

“Well, it’s about my turn, so.”

“Yeah, do your best! Leo… Takuma-kun!”

…Hey, didn’t she almost call me Leo-kyun just now?

Then the whistle blew, and my side-to-side jumps began. Watching me, Fujimiya-san muttered something weird.

“Ah, it’s exactly like Leo-kyun dancing upon a musical staff… Like tadpoles on a sheet of music… Is Takuma-kun Leo-kyun’s tadpole?”

I kind of hate that comparison, so I wish she’d spare me.