I Asked A Beautiful Girl, Who Was About To Jump Off The School Rooftop, 'If You're Going To Die Anyway, Could You At Least Take My Virginity Before You Go?' To My Surprise, She Agreed.

I Started Dating The Most Beautiful Girl In High School.

When I woke up, I saw a ceiling that was different from the one I usually see in my room.

“Where is this…?”

With a groggy head, I tried to recall where I was.

“Ahh…”

Last night, I had slipped away from the afterparty of the athletic meet with Hatsune-san.

This was her apartment, and I was sleeping in her bed.

Why was I in Hatsune-san’s bed?

(I ended up doing it with Hatsune-san again…)

We had engaged in intimate activities late into the night until we finally collapsed from exhaustion, only to wake up to find it was morning.

Light streamed in through the gaps in the curtains from the window.

In the direction of the light, I noticed an empty box in the trash can.

0.01 millimeters, 5 pieces.

Those words were printed on the box.

(I bought them just in case, but I didn’t expect to use them all in one night…)

I felt like things had gotten a bit out of hand.

To be exhausted and sleep until morning like this…

(Hold on, where did Hatsune-san go?)

I remembered that she had been right next to me just before I fell asleep.

But now, I was alone in the bed.

I decided to get up.

(It’s not good to be completely naked…)

I grabbed my uniform pants, which had been left on the floor beside the bed.

When I lifted them, my phone tumbled out of the pocket.

“Ah…”

The screen was filled with a barrage of push notifications.

It was a flood of messages from my younger sister.

I had informed my family that I would be late when we decided to go to a barbecue restaurant after the party, but I hadn’t mentioned I was coming home in the morning.

I was going to get scolded again…

(This isn’t just about being a little late; I need to apologize.)

While thinking about that, I put on my uniform.

I didn’t feel great about wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but there wasn’t much else I could do.

As I finished getting dressed and took a breath, the door to the room opened.

“Oh, good morning, Yakumo-kun.”

It was Hatsune-san.

Dressed in loungewear, she was carrying a tray with a bowl and a plate on it.

It seemed she had woken up first and made breakfast.

And there was one more thing that was different from usual.

“Glasses…?”

“I told you before, right? I used to be a glasses girl.”

Hatsune-san, wearing glasses, explained this while moving toward the low table.

“Oh, that’s right.”

I remembered that she had been a quiet girl who read alone with glasses until middle school. She had mentioned that her current appearance was a result of her high school debut.

“Since I entered high school, I usually wear contacts, but I put on my glasses in the morning,” she said as she arranged the rice bowl and plate on the table.

“So, I’m witnessing Hatsune-san’s morning routine right now?”

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration. Well, I did try to aim for some gap moe,” she replied, brushing her long black hair back.

“…I see.”

If that was the case, it was clearly effective as intended. While I was captivated, Hatsune-san shyly lowered her gaze a little.

“W-well, more importantly, I made breakfast, so let’s eat?”

“You mentioned wanting to treat me to your homemade cooking—does this count as part of that?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

Hatsune-san nodded with a smile. I wondered if she had some intention of winning me over through my stomach.

In any case, I was genuinely starving, especially after last night’s exhaustion.

“Then I guess I’ll indulge.”

I said this and sat across from Hatsune-san at the low table. On the table lay rice, miso soup, and grilled salmon.

“Hatsune-san. you prefer Japanese food?”

“Hmmm?”

“Actually, my sister prefers bread, so I go along with that.”

“I see. So would you have preferred bread instead?”

“No, I think this is fresher and better. Besides, I’d be happy with anything made by you, Hatsune-san.”

When I replied this way, there was no response from her. Looking up, I saw Hatsune-san blushing and frozen in place.

“Y-you say that kind of thing, too, huh?”

“…?”

That kind of thing? Oh. I realized I might have said something bold just now.

“W-well, let’s eat before it gets cold!”

“Y-yeah.”

Prompted by Hatsune-san, I murmured “Itadakimasu” and picked up my chopsticks. I took a sip of the miso soup first.

“Wow, this might be the best miso soup I’ve ever had.”

I voiced my honest thoughts.

Hatsune-san’s miso soup was so delicious that it was easy for my genuine feelings to slip out.

“Is that so…? I’m glad it suits your taste, Yakumo-kun.”

Hatsune-san seemed pleased with my response. I continued eating but suddenly noticed something.

(Where did these bowls and chopsticks come from?)

It was clear that Hatsune-san lived alone, so they couldn’t be for family. Moreover, the tableware looked brand new.

“Did you buy these dishes just for me?”

“Oh, um, yeah. I prepared them so I could invite you over anytime.”

Hatsune-san wore a proud expression as she said this.

“That’s nice, but I feel bad. I should pay you for them.”

“Huh? You don’t have to worry about that.”

“No, no. It feels wrong to take everything without giving anything back.”

“Is that so? Then I’ll accept it later.”

It seemed she was satisfied with my response.

After that, we continued to eat breakfast in silence.

(There’s no conversation, but… it strangely feels comfortable.)

Sitting around the breakfast table with Hatsune-san felt precious, a little special in its casualness.

(But wait…? What exactly is the relationship between me and Hatsune-san right now?)

I reflected on that important question again. At the very least, I believed we had both recognized each other as friends until yesterday. However, after sharing our feelings and becoming intimate, what were we now?

We were definitely reciprocally in love.

But what did that mean? It remained vague for the time being.

Still…

I didn’t want it to stay vague.

It wasn’t just about taking responsibility for the intimacy we had shared. I genuinely wanted to deepen my relationship with Hatsune-san, and that’s why I made my decision.

“Hatsune-san.”

I set down my chopsticks and spoke to her.

Oh, I think my voice might have wavered a bit.

Right now, I felt incredibly nervous.

“Hmm? What’s wrong, Yakumo-kun?”

Hatsune-san stopped eating and leaned in to listen.

“I want to go out with you…”

“To go out means… that I would become your girlfriend, right?”

Hatsune-san stared intently at me.

“Yeah. It means I want to be your boyfriend.”

“Do you really want that?”

“Absolutely.”

I nodded immediately.

“Fuufuu~, I see. I was planning to take things a bit slower, but if you’re saying that much, I can’t refuse, can I?”

Her tone seemed to suggest she felt obligated, but despite that, her cheeks were relaxed with a smile.

“Does that mean…”

“Yeah. From now on, let’s be boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Hatsune-san lowered her head slightly before beaming at me.

“Phew… I’m relieved.”

Once I felt that sense of assurance, the tension in my shoulders eased, and I let out a breath.

Seeing me like that, Hatsune-san smiled again.

“Fu~fuufuu~. But now that we’re officially together, it might be a bit troublesome from here on out.”

“Troublesome? What do you mean?”

“Well, since we were just friends, I could hold back… but now that we’re lovers, I feel like there’s no reason to hold back, and I might want to do it every day.”

Hatsune-san said this with a serious expression.

“No, as long as we both exercise some self-restraint, we should be fine… I think.”

As I said that, a hint of anxiety crept in.

It had been just over a week since I started dating Hatsune-san, and one day, while heading home from school…

“Yakumo-kun, don’t you think we’ve been doing it every day…?”

Yes.

Now that we were lovers, the reasons to hold back had disappeared, and sure enough, we had been stopping by Hatsune-san’s place after school and sharing intimate moments daily.

I think Hatsune-san and I had an incredible compatibility.

As a couple, at our age, it was the prime time to desire that kind of connection. Neither of us could seem to hold back anymore.

“That’s… yeah.”

“If this keeps up, I think our grades for the final exams are going to suffer.”

Hatsune-san said this with a serious expression.

June was already halfway through.

“There are only about ten days until the final exams, right?”

Currently, we hadn’t done much studying at all.

At this rate, I didn’t feel like we’d be able to study properly until the day of the test.

It seemed Hatsune-san shared the same sentiment.

“Okay, I’ve made up my mind! Until the end of the exam period, we’re putting a total ban on anything lewd! Yakumo-kun, let’s work hard on studying together!”

Hatsune-san, who had consistently maintained top grades since entering high school, declared this.

I see.

It certainly felt healthier and more youthful to work hard on studying for tests with my girlfriend.