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Mikami-san Is A Know-it-All.
June.
By this time, I’ve pretty much adjusted to high school life. And it’s also the season when all the overly excited social butterflies—who started dating right after enrollment with a casual “Oh, they’re kinda cool” or “Might as well keep them around” attitude—start breaking up. The initial thrill fades, and they realize things don’t match up, or they get too busy with club activities to hang out. Sure, those are valid reasons, but let’s be honest, about 80% of that is just my personal bias and envy.
High school gossip spreads like wildfire.
Especially about relationships—it crosses class boundaries and gets exaggerated as it travels. There’s always some chatterbox eager to spread news like “Hey, did you hear X and Y broke up?” just for laughs.
During breaks, when private conversations aren’t restricted, you overhear all sorts of these stories.
I guess having a boyfriend or girlfriend is a key status symbol for the socially gifted. But jumping in and out of relationships so recklessly seems… questionable. Then again, it’s all about perspectives. If you’re too uptight, you might never even get a chance to meet someone. Maybe leaning on impulse and momentum is a valid approach.
Test results, summer uniforms, love stories…
I listen idly to all the chatter while preparing for the next class.
A girlfriend, huh?
Before enrolling, I remember loudly declaring that I’d absolutely get a girlfriend in high school and make the most of my youth. But now? Things are different.
If there’s one thing I can say, it’s this: I don’t have anyone I can definitively call my girlfriend right now. But thanks to a certain adorable invader, I’m confident that I’m enjoying a more vibrant and fulfilling youth than any of the socialites around here.
Not that I’m competing or anything… but I win.
Take that, you social butterflies.
Just as I bask in my hollow sense of victory, my phone buzzes in my pocket.
We’re allowed to use phones during breaks, so I check the notification, and—no surprise—it’s from Mikami-san.
“It’s cold. Save me.”
Figures. Didn’t she brace herself for this when she insisted on wearing the summer uniform?
I did suggest she go back and change, but she brushed it off with a “Don’t worry about it.” In other words, self-inflicted. Right, let’s just pretend I didn’t see this. If I claim I had my notifications off, I can dodge this.
As I prepare to put my phone away, it buzzes again.
“You were about to ignore me, weren’t you? That’s not acceptable.”
“Whoa, creepy…”
I mutter aloud, drawing a curious glance from a nearby classmate. That’s awkward. Wait… is she watching me?
I glance nervously toward the hallway, but Mikami-san is nowhere to be seen.
Is this… some kind of horror story?
“By the way, I’m in my classroom, so you won’t find me no matter how much you look down the hall.”
How does she always know exactly how I’ll react?
This is terrifying. Honestly, I’m starting to feel cold myself. Maybe I should just go home early.
“No, you may not.”
Deciding that turning off my phone is a reasonable defense mechanism, I cut the power.
Yep, I didn’t see a thing. Absolutely nothing.
***
Lunch Break.
After feeling a bit uneasy, I turn my phone back on, only to find notifications from Mikami-san flooding in with every break. As soon as I unlock it, a new message pops up.
“Are you ready?”
No, I’m definitely not ready.
I have no clue what kind of “readiness” I’m supposed to have, but one thing’s for sure: I’m not prepared.
“Wash your neck and warm up your body while you wait.”
Wash my neck and wait, huh?
Could it be that Mikami-san… is seriously angry?
“I’m super mad.”
How does she always manage to read my thoughts and send me a message at just the right moment?
But… “super mad” is kind of cute, isn’t it?
I guess I’ll go.
I’m not ready, I haven’t washed my neck, and I’m definitely not warmed up, but… I’ll manage somehow.
I step outside, heading for our usual spot.
As expected, the forecast had said the temperature would rise by midday, and now the sun is blazing high in the sky, making its presence known. With this heat, the winter uniform would feel too warm; the summer uniform seems just right.
I take off my blazer and sit on a bench, basking in the sunlight. My body slowly warms up, and the occasional breeze feels nice.
Then, Mikami-san appears, puffing out her cheeks. Even from a distance, I can tell her face is puffed up. Looks like her “super mad” mood… isn’t as scary as I thought.
“Got something to say?”
“Even if you puff up your cheeks like that, you just look cute.”
“Wha—?!“
When I give my honest opinion, Mikami-san flusters and tries to hide her face behind the wrap of her lunchbox.
That’s cute too.
“Hmph… I’ll let it slide this time. But there won’t be another chance.”
I see… so this is how you calm her down.
I guess the real lesson here is not to make her mad in the first place, but if I do, I’ll know what to do next time.
“Oh, look, there’s my blazer just lying there. I’ll borrow it.”
“It’s just lying there… well, whatever.”
Mikami-san grabs the blazer I took off, and I think she’s just going to wear it for warmth… but before I know it, she’s pushing my legs apart and sitting right between them.
“You’ve warmed it up nicely. It’s so cozy.”
“…I didn’t do it on purpose. The sunlight here is just good.”
I never thought I’d end up in a situation like this at school… If people find out, it’ll spread fast, so I really wish she wouldn’t engage in risky behavior like this.
But I can’t really scold Mikami-san when she’s gone from angry to this cheerful. It’s hard to feel upset about it.
Though, one could also say that I’m just being swept along by the mood.
“By the way, how was it? Was my prediction accurate?”
“Yeah, it was kind of like horror.”
“I can pretty much figure out anything about you, Kirishima-san.”
“Really? Then can you guess what I’m thinking right now?”
Mikami-san’s ability to predict things was truly impressive. Her messages made it feel like she was peering into my thoughts, and honestly, it was a little creepy.
But that’s probably just a coincidence.
It wouldn’t be strange if she got it wrong this time.
So, I decided to challenge her. A little game to guess what I was thinking.
“Well, since it’s you, Kirishima-san… I’d say the correct answer is that you’re thinking about nothing.”
“…How do you know?”
“I told you. When it comes to you, I can pretty much tell what you’re thinking.”
Mikami-san tilted her head and looked at me.
She had perfectly read my twisted thoughts, hitting the mark right on.
It’s a little annoying, but it’s cute.
“Well then, as a prize for correctly guessing, I’m taking this blazer. Don’t worry, I’ll return it to you.”
“…I don’t mind, but don’t let anyone know it’s mine.”
“I’ll handle it. I’ll handle it… I promise.”
Her tone sounded like someone who probably wouldn’t follow through on that.
If people find out that blazer is mine, it’ll be a huge problem.
“When the time comes, it’s over. Just accept it.”
“Hey!”
“Anyway, shall we have lunch? The omelette I made today is really something special. Want some?”
“…I’ll eat it.”
She smoothly steered the conversation away, but… well, whatever.
Being forced into this “Asunaro Hug” and having my blazer taken without my consent carries its own risks, but I’ll let it slide and settle things with Mikami-san’s delicious omelette.