The Most Beautiful Girl in School Has Become a Mother - Chapter 48

Around the time the third period ends, I lean against the wall in the hallway and drag my exhausted body towards the classroom.

“Buhaah… I’m gonna die.”

Take a deep breath and flap the collar of my clothes to let the wind in.

The third-period class was physical education, but it was just an endless game of three-on-three basketball. I guess it was easy for the PE teacher.

The reason we ended up getting tired wasn’t just because we were playing a three-on-three basketball game. It was also because the girls were playing volleyball on the same floor, and for some reason, the guys got overly motivated. As a result, we were dragged into a serious match and had to keep moving around constantly.

Wiping the sweat dripping down my neck with the collar, I exhaled deeply once more, and a pleasant scent tickled my nose.

“Good job, Isaki-kun. You ran a lot, didn’t you?”

The one chuckling softly is Imiya Miori, a classmate who plays the role of my little sister’s “mom.”

She also had gym class, so she was in her gym uniform. She had her hair in a ponytail, which she usually didn’t do, and the boys were really excited about it. She still had her hair tied up in a ponytail.

Regarding Miori’s ponytail, I see it every time she cooks at home—but if I were to say anything, I’m sure the other guys would kill me. Still, it doesn’t feel all that new. In fact, I even felt that I preferred her usual straight-down hairstyle.

“Why is it that everyone works so hard when it comes to basketball or ball games? It’s exhausting…”

“Considering that, didn’t Isaki-kun also work hard?”

“It’s not like that… I just got caught up in the moment.”

I felt awkward and averted my gaze from Miori.

While I was influenced by those around me, of course, there are other reasons. It’s because the girl who was playing volleyball, Miori, was looking over here. In short, I was also trying hard because I was being watched by a girl.

“Huh? Is that really true?”

She walked over with a mischievous smile, and a pleasant scent wafted up to tickle my nostrils.

Why does she smell good even after gym class? For a moment, I thought about that, but then I suddenly stepped back in surprise.

“…? What’s wrong?”

She probably didn’t think I would keep my distance. Miori tilted her head in confusion.

“No, I’m all sweaty right now. I might smell.”

“Is that so? I don’t think that’s the case, though.”

“Wait──!?”

Ignoring me, Miori stepped closer, sniffing as she approached.

I hurriedly looked around to make sure no one was watching. If someone saw this, I might really get killed.

“Does it smell like sweat?”

She tilts her head.

No, that’s not the issue. It’s not that kind of issue, she’s close.

“No way, that’s a lie. If you get that close, it will definitely smell.”

As Miori approached, I kept a little distance and moved away.

She looked at me and laughed in disbelief, saying, “It doesn’t smell. You’re overthinking it.”

“Oh, just wait a moment.”

Miori said that as if she had come up with something, and then she hurriedly ran to the classroom.

While waiting in the hallway, she quickly returned. In her hand, she held a powder sheet labeled “VIORE.”

“If you’re that curious, should I use this…?”

“Oh, is that okay? That would really help me out.”

I received a powder sheet from her and wiped my neck and face with it as it was.

I forgot to bring deodorant today, so it was a huge help.

While wiping my skin with a cool powder sheet, I suddenly noticed a soft scent coming from my neck.

──Ah, this… smells just like Miori.

After the gym class, Miori must have wiped herself down immediately. The same scent as hers was wafting from my face, neck, and arms.

When I thought that, I suddenly looked at Miori, and for some reason, she was shyly smiling.

“What’s wrong?”

“Mm-mm. Right now, we smell the same.”

Surely, Miori must have said it without any ill intent.

However, it made me strangely happy and a bit embarrassed that I was thinking the same thing she casually mentioned.

“Oh, then I’ll go change too, okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

Miori took out another powder sheet and handed it to me, then waved her hand slightly and entered the classroom.

“…The same, smell.”

Just imagining it made my blood boil.

When someone casually says something like this, it puts a huge strain on my heart, and it’s really troublesome. There’s nothing more damaging than an unexpected blow when I’m not mentally prepared for it.

The powder sheet I have on hand is not anything special. It’s the kind of thing I can find at convenience stores or drugstores, something anyone can easily get.

Even so, those powder sheets become something special, marking a new chapter of youth.

Is this also one of our unique memories?

──I’ll buy the VIORE powder sheet too.

I want to keep something close that reminds me of the girl I like. Isn’t this also a part of youth?

While telling myself that, I wiped my flushed skin with another powder sheet.