The Most Beautiful Girl in School Has Become a Mother

Part I

Chapter 1: Please Become My Mom

“Um… so, what is the matter?”

In front of me stood a girl. She was a beautiful girl with long, lustrous black hair and large eyes.

The girl is peering up at my face with a nervous expression. She seems somewhat restless and uncomfortable.

I was watching the girl in front of me, wondering whether she was nervous about being called to the rooftop after school or if she was just uncomfortable with today’s slightly hot weather for spring—something that didn’t even require much thought.

A languid April afternoon. It’s already after school now.

The rain that had been falling in the morning had stopped, and now it was beautifully clear.

Whether it’s due to the rain or not, it’s unusually humid for April, and the moisture is gnawing at my body. No, the reason I feel this way might be the tension from what I’m about to talk about.

Anyway, she seemed nervous too, but I was definitely nervous as well. I had called her to the rooftop for a certain request.

Her name is Imiya Miori. She is said to be the most beautiful girl in this school.

Her nose was elegantly straight, and her eyelashes were beautifully and vividly like wet hair. Her mouth was modest, and her large, gentle-looking eyes were so moist they seemed ready to spill tears. Once seen, she was a girl whose cuteness and ephemeral beauty were unforgettable—so much so that it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say so.

Imiya Miori is a second-year female student at Hijiri High School, just like me. Due to her striking appearance, everyone at this school knows about her.

I’m just one of the many boys who admire her, and I’m not close to her at all. Rather, I’ve been in the same class as Imiya-san since our first year, but we’ve hardly interacted. To begin with, it’s even questionable whether she knows my name.

However, I was about to ask her for something outrageous.

“Um, today I have a favor that I want to ask you…”

“A favor? Sanada-kun wants me to do something?”

The beautiful girl with black hair, as always, appeared restless and tilted her head in confusion.

If someone calls her out to a place like this and says they have a favor to ask, anyone would be nervous. No, she would be on guard. After all, she and I are not on terms where we can ask each other for favors.

Just the fact that she knew my last name was enough to make me a little happy.

“Yeah… I have a favor to ask. I can only ask you.”

“Eh…? Only to me…?”

Imiya-san looked at me with a surprised expression, her face becoming even more tense. Her cheeks seemed slightly red. It was as if she was embarrassed and nervous, yet somehow also expecting something.

My heart rate is steadily increasing from the tension, and I somehow manage to stay calm by swallowing. It feels like I’m confessing my feelings. I’ve never confessed anything before, but in a way, I might be more nervous than if I were confessing.

My request might cause some people to be put off. No, it might even go beyond that and make her dislike me. There’s a possibility that this fleeting one-sided love I’ve been observing from afar could come to an end. I might not even be allowed to think about her anymore.

I was struck by such fear, but thinking of my loved ones, I lowered my head to the ground with a forceful thud.

“Please, Imiya-san!”

And then, after riding the momentum weave those wishes into words.

“Become my mom!”

I said it. The shocking words. The request was far too much to ask of a classmate girl.

Sure enough, the moment I uttered those words, silence fell. And rightly so. Who could imagine being asked such a thing by a boy she hardly knew? For her, it must have been a bolt from the blue.

“…to?”

When I glanced up at her while keeping my head down, she looked as if she didn’t understand what was being said, her eyes wide in confusion.

I bowed deeply once more and waited for her response.

I know it can’t possibly be accepted. But, for her sake, I have to fulfill this request at least once.

“Eh, eh, eeehhhhh⁉”

As expected, a voice of surprise escaped from Imiya-san’s mouth.

It was a voice I could never imagine coming from her, who is usually so quiet and reserved.

“W-w-w-wait, am I the mother?! Of Sanada-kun?!”

“Huh…? Mine?”

The response I received had a different nuance than the words I was expecting, and I couldn’t help but tilt my head in confusion.

Wait, what did I just say?

Suddenly, I recall the words I said.

“Become my mom!”

Remembering the outrageous words I had blurted out, I could feel my blood rushing from my face to my feet. My body suddenly felt cold, and I could feel cold sweat running down my back.

I had mispronounced the crucial part. Not mine. Not mine──

“Wa-wait! I-I made a mistake──”

“I-I-I-I-I’m sorry!”

Interrupting my words, the beautiful girl with black hair bowed her head with the same intensity as I had just a moment ago.

“Um, I didn’t think that Sanada-kun had that kind of hobby, and I don’t really have that kind of hobby either!”

“Wait, please! I misspoke──”

“Um, w-well, I don’t intend to deny your hobbies, Sanada-kun, and there might be people who like that kind of thing, but I’ve never dated anyone before, and of course, I have no experience as a mother, so it’s absolutely impossible, or rather, I can’t meet your expectations!”

Imiya Miori spoke so quickly and insistently that it was hard to believe it was the same person who usually gave off such a shy impression. There was no way to get a word in.

“Um… please find another mom!”

The most beautiful girl in the school bowed deeply once more, then turned on her heel after apologizing with all her might, saying “I’m sorry!”

“Wait, hold on──”

I reach out my hand to stop her, but she doesn’t seem to notice and heads straight for the rooftop door, as if fleeing.

When she placed her hand on the door, she glanced back at me for just a moment, but at that time, her expression seemed somewhat shocked.

I think that’s understandable. There’s no way she wouldn’t be shocked if a classmate asked her to be their mother.

The only one left on the rooftop was me, frozen with my hand still reaching towards her back.

“I-I just misspoke, okayyyyyy~~~!”

My scream, as I knelt on the ground with both hands and knees, was drowned out by the spring breeze.

The story of Imiya Miori and I began with this completely nonsensical exchange.

We never imagined that we, who were like this, would end up in such a relationship later on… At that time, neither I nor Imiya Miori could have possibly imagined it.