The Most Beautiful Girl in School Has Become a Mother

Going to school with Miori for the second time in a row.

I’ve gotten quite used to talking to her. However, I still can’t get used to the gazes we attract when walking together, and I end up walking beside her feeling somewhat restless.

──Doesn’t Miori feel embarrassed walking alongside someone like me?

Thinking that, I glanced at her profile, and she was wearing a cheerful smile.

Right now, we’re talking about Shuri’s favorite and least favorite foods. When I tell her that Shuri dislikes pumpkin, it seems like she’s plotting some mischief on how to make Shuri eat pumpkin.

Her figure, laughing while covering her mouth, is so endearing that I can’t help but feel my heart skip a beat.

And then, the hand covering that mouth… that palm had just covered my hand a moment ago. It was a warm and soft hand.

──No, I won’t misunderstand, I won’t misunderstand.

I looked at my own hands and shook my head vigorously.

Surely, it was just because I was irritated that my kind friend calmed me down. It must be so.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-no! It’s nothing, nothing at all!”

Since Miori looked at me suspiciously and asked, I hurriedly shook my head.

Since I suddenly started looking at my palm, it seemed like she was suspicious.

“Oh, right. You remember when I said earlier that I’d help out if I could?”

“Huh?! Ah, ah. Of course.”

Could it be that this person knows how to read minds?

Just when I was holding hands, she brought up the topic, making me feel a chill as if she had read my mind.

“So, I was thinking of going to cook at Isaki-kun’s house a few times a week… what do you think?”

“Huh, seriously?!”

The school’s number one beauty has made a bombshell statement.

It is true that there is the pretext of cooking for Shuri, but the fact that she comes to the boy student’s house—especially when my parents are not home—multiple times a week raises various issues, doesn’t it?

“Well, it’s a huge help for us… but what about you? Your family must be worried, right?”

“Is that really okay? I talked to Grandpa and Grandma properly yesterday and got their permission.”

“Even if I talk… what about?”

“Hehe, it’s a secret.”

Miori blushed and said that, then placed her index finger on her lips and raised it. That gesture was so incredibly cute that I felt like my brain was going to short-circuit.

Anyway, according to her, on the days I don’t cook dinner at home during the week, she says she’ll come over, cook dinner, and eat here. It would be a detour for her to come all the way here, and I feel like I’m just causing her trouble… but still, I appreciate her thoughtfulness.

When I think about being able to do this and that while Miori is cooking, it already feels like the day’s burden is lighter and I might even have some time to catch my breath.

“Thank you for doing it for Shuri… I’m sure she will be happy too.”

How much time and effort is this person willing to spend for Shuri?

It would be helpful for me, but at this rate, I won’t be able to repay her unless I buy out the whole crepe shop.

“Not really… It’s not like everything I do is just for Shuri-chan.”

Miori listened to my words and smiled in a troubled manner.

“Huh? Then, what’s the purpose?”

“Well, what could it be? Isn’t it part of making memories?”

She playfully walks a little ahead before turning back to look at me.

“Besides, if we work on the assignments together, we’ll finish faster, right? And we could help each other with test studying too.”

“Oh, that’s true. It’s quite efficient in many ways.”

I couldn’t shake the feeling that the topic had been changed on purpose.

Besides, Miori’s grades are higher than mine. Either way, it seems like I’ll end up relying on her for everything.

I need to listen to the classes carefully and study hard so that I don’t hold anyone back.

──I mean, is she planning to study together at my house or something?

Studying at home with the girl I like… that situation. Just imagining it makes me nervous.

“Hey! You two are so close this morning too!”

As I was getting lost in my daydreams, I suddenly got smacked on the back.

Doing something unnecessary like this (or saying it) and then calling out from behind, of course, it’s Shinya’s foolishness.

“I don’t think I can compete with the bond between Matani-kun and Momo-chan.”

Miori casually replied while exchanging greetings with Shinya.

“Huh?! Where do you see me and Sumomo getting along?! That person is my nemesis, my nemesis! She keeps picking fights with me at every opportunity!”

“Wouldn’t you normally not play around like that with your nemesis?”

We can’t help but be skeptical of Shinya’s words.

I think they were showing off their close friendship on the rooftop yesterday as well.

“That’s just awful. I want to get closer to the mysterious and lovely beauty, Imiya Miori-san, rather than someone like Sumomo.”

“Mysterious…? Do I have a mystery?”

Miori looks at me with a puzzled expression and asks.

“Huh? No, I don’t know about that…”

There are quite a few mysteries for me.

I wonder why she goes so far for Shuri, or why she even cares about me… But somehow, the mystery I have feels a bit different from the one Shinya intends.

“There’s no mystery. Besides, I’m not even a beautiful girl.”

Miori let out a sigh of exasperation and dismissed Shinya’s words.

I think everyone acknowledges the latter part, so there’s no need to deny it, but perhaps her habit of denying everything is just a reflection of her humility.

As we were having such a conversation, we heard footsteps approaching from behind, and at the same time, a dropkick was delivered to Shinya’s back.

“Growwwwwl! Don’t you dare go near Mii-chan!”

“Grrr!”

Just as I heard the roar of Sumomo, Shinya let out a sound like a bullfrog run over by a car and was sent flying.

“Y-you bastard, Sumomo…! You did it, didn’t you…! A sneak attack is cowardly, you know!”

Rubbing his back and standing up, Shinya yells at Sumomo in a threatening manner.

“Heh heh, it’s your fault for being so wide open!”

“There’s no way I could have anticipated getting drop-kicked from behind on my way to school!”

“Well then, be careful starting tomorrow.”

“Are you planning to kick again tomorrow?!”

The husband-and-wife comedy routine of Shinya and Sumomo started in the morning.

Miori and I exchanged glances and simultaneously broke into smiles.