The Most Beautiful Girl in School Has Become a Mother - Chapter 2: A Girl Named Imiya Miori

──It’s over. Completely over.

After class ended, during the brief break before the closing ceremony… I was slumped over my desk as if I were dead.

First, I tried to clear up the misunderstanding with Imiya-san from yesterday by speaking to her first thing in the morning. However, when I approached her, she flinched dramatically and ran away to her friends.

After that, she would glance at me from time to time, but whenever our eyes met, she would look away. It was like the reaction you get when you accidentally make eye contact with a suspicious person in town. I thought this was bad, so I tried to approach her several times, but the result was always the same.

And then, my panicked actions were not good.

In the same class, two people who usually don’t talk much are unusually aware of each other—one trying to get closer while the other is fleeing from them like magnets with the same poles. Given this, it’s only natural to suspect something.

That afternoon, a 100% false rumor spread that “Sanada Isaki confessed to Imiya Miori and got rejected, but is still hung up on her. He’s starting to become a stalker.” Moreover, the girls in my class are keeping a close eye on Imiya-san as if to protect her from me. Instead of clearing up the misunderstanding, new ones are cropping up elsewhere, and I’m now in a desperate situation.

The only saving grace is that it seems my “become my mom” comment hasn’t leaked to those around me yet, barely protecting my social survival rights. Perhaps it’s her way of showing at least a bit of compassion, not wanting to expose my dangerous classmate’s baby-like tendencies—though it’s a complete misunderstanding.

When I think about it, Imiya Miori was a kinder girl than I expected. If the statement “become my mom” gets made public too, my high school life will be completely over.

Rather, these rumors have all spread from the speculation of those around her, and Imiya-san herself has said nothing. I can’t help but be grateful for her kindness.

──No, wasn’t she the type who never did things like that in the first place?

While stealing glances at Imiya Miori, who is happily chatting with her friends, I reflect on her.

Speaking of, Imiya Miori is a celebrity at Hijiri High School. With looks that earned her the title of “the most beautiful girl in the school” shortly after enrolling, she is someone everyone at Hijiri High School would know.

With her black hair and elegant demeanor, she was so cute that one might think she was some kind of idol, and she was as slender as a model. She was considerate, modest, and had a gentle personality. On top of that, her grades were excellent, making her truly beyond reproach.

Surely, if you’re a boy at the same school, it’s not an exaggeration to say that you’ve admired her at least once. I was no exception either; I found myself following her with my eyes without even realizing it. Being in the same class as her again this year is nothing short of a stroke of luck.

From this position, it is easy to imagine that she often receives confessions from male students. However, she says that she has never accepted any of those confessions and that she never talks about them to others on her own.

It seems that when someone confesses, it is usually the boys who say, “I confessed to Imiya and got rejected,” and that’s how it becomes known. The girl herself rarely reveals anything about the confession. She probably refrains from saying anything out of consideration for the other person’s privacy and feelings.

Considering these things, it can be inferred that she is a very kind girl. Such thoughtfulness is also a point that boys like about her.

However, reaching the point of confessing to Imiya-san is quite a high hurdle. This is because she is not very sociable, to begin with. Although she is considerate and has a gentle personality, she is shy and reserved—at least from what I’ve seen from a distance, she was that kind of girl.

Also, she doesn’t participate in any clubs and has almost no interaction with boys. Since she belongs to a group of quiet girls in her class, she is even more of an intimidating presence for the boys.

However, her personality and aloofness were actually appealing points for boys. A demure, quiet, and shy beautiful girl—she was, in a sense, a girl who embodied the ideal of men. It could be said that she perfectly captured the purity associated with beautiful girls and the dreams held by men. This fantasy stirred the imaginations of boys and further fueled their dreams.

Due to her personality and environment, there were no boys who became close to her. In fact, most boys couldn’t establish a deep relationship with her. Even when they mustered the courage to talk to her, she would look awkward, and the conversation would stall, ultimately leading to the boys’ defeat.

It seems that even if popular boys from the sports club confess to her, it’s the same; she is said to have an iron will that crushes any handsome guy. She is truly a steel maiden, an Iron Maiden.

──Is she not good with guys? But she doesn’t want to hurt the feelings of the guy who confessed to her, huh?

It seems that while she possesses kindness, one must overcome numerous towering iron walls to reach the depths of her heart.

However, if she had that kind of kindness, I wish she would listen to my story, even just a little… With such dissatisfaction, I stood up from my seat, feeling somewhat uncomfortable in the classroom, and decided to go to the restroom.

“Um… uh…”

As I was walking towards the classroom corridor, I heard a voice when I passed by Imiya-san’s seat.

When I turned towards the voice in surprise, I found that Imiya-san was hesitantly reaching out towards me.

“Huh?”

It was surprising. Until just a moment ago, she had been running away from me, but now she came over and spoke to me.

I don’t know what led to this, but this is an opportunity to clear up the misunderstanding──the moment I thought that several other girls stepped in between me and Imiya-san as if they were knights protecting a princess. They are a group of girls who aren’t shy about calling me a stalker.

“What is it, Sanada? Do you need something?”

Among them, the burly girl gives me an intimidating glare.

It’s super scary. I feel like I could be knocked away with just one tackle. I bet I was a boss troll in my past life.

“N-no… it’s nothing.”

I shrugged my shoulders and said that then headed back down the hallway.

As I glanced sideways at Imiya-san while leaving, she had a somewhat apologetic look on her face and her shoulders were slumped.

Even so, what could it be? I thought I was being avoided until just now, but could it be that she sensed there was a misunderstanding?

However, even so, the guards of this elite unit are quite strict. It seems that even Imiya-san herself cannot move as she wishes. This aspect of her character shows her shy nature. She probably cannot push back against the surrounding pressure and ends up being swept along.

“Haah… the road ahead is full of challenges, what should I do?”

Seeing the current situation, I muttered that to myself and headed to the restroom.