The Most Beautiful Girl in School Has Become a Mother

Right in front of me, the boy I like was sleeping.

No, now it might be more accurate to say “lover.” Just a moment ago, we conveyed our feelings to each other and entered a new relationship.

But can I really call him my boyfriend now──? I suddenly looked at the other person between him and me and asked myself that question.

Between him and me, there is a little girl. His younger sister, who is now my daughter, Shuri-chan.

We are lying down in a row like a family, with Shuri-chan in the middle.

As far as I can remember, I’ve never slept in a “side by side” formation like this, so it’s a bit embarrassing. Maybe I slept between my grandparents a long time ago, but at least it wasn’t the “side by side” I was looking for.

Shuri-chan was mumbling as she hugged me, letting out soft snores. Her sleeping face was so cute that I couldn’t help but hug her tightly like a daughter.

When Shuri-chan is doing this, I become the “mom” and he becomes the “dad” …That was somehow the customary play-acting we had developed over the past month.

I never thought I would be playing house as a second-year high school student, but I feel like this little game has taught both him and me a lot.

Above all, it was because of this pretend family life that we were able to grow closer. And at the same time, the pretend family life

Due to that, it can be said that it became difficult to shorten the distance beyond a certain point.

This relationship play was essential for us, and precisely because it was essential, we wanted to cherish it. It must have been the same for both of us.

And this playtime… no, I believe it was because of Shuri-chan that he and I met and were able to nurture our relationship. That is an undeniable fact.

There were times when I felt a bit anxious and times when I struggled with it being difficult. But finally… I think he and I have been able to form a new relationship.

And now, he had fallen asleep before me and was snoring softly.

──Why does he always fall asleep first?

I silently grumble to myself. It felt like I was the only one getting nervous, and I couldn’t quite accept it.

I can’t help but want to poke those defenseless cheeks to wake him up, but I hold back just in time. Today must have been a very tough day for him. And tomorrow will surely be another difficult day. It would be cruel not to let him rest.

Of course, I’m just as tired as anyone else, but the excitement and thrill have won over the fatigue, and I still couldn’t fall asleep. No, rather than saying I couldn’t fall asleep, it might be more accurate to say I didn’t want to sleep.

Today was such a dreamlike day. I was scared that if I fell asleep now, I might be made to think this was all a dream. Besides, being able to gaze at his sleeping face like this must surely be my exclusive privilege. If that’s the case, then I’ll take my time and look closely.

──Oh. There’s a faint mole on his lip.

Suddenly, my gaze falls on his lips, and I discover something I hadn’t noticed before. It’s understandable since there aren’t many opportunities to stare at someone’s lips. No, perhaps it’s precisely because they are his lips. Normally, it’s a part of the body that would be too embarrassing to look at closely.

And that was just a moment ago, the very spot where I had pressed my lips repeatedly. Remembering that moment, my face involuntarily flushed with heat. Even though it was my first kiss, I felt like I had done it too many times, and it made me feel indecent.

──I never thought we would end up in a relationship like this.

I can’t help but laugh because it’s so funny. When I think back to the early days, I can’t even imagine it, and I’m just as surprised as I am.

He probably doesn’t realize it, but at first, I was just watching him from afar. He never noticed, not even once, and I was just looking at him. And I have no intention of ever telling him this. It’s my eternal secret.

But maybe──if in the future, Shuri-chan reaches an age where she can talk about love, I might just tell her then. That thought was a bit exciting.

──When did I start to become aware of Isaki-kun…?

As I gradually drift into a light doze, a haze of slumber enveloping my thoughts, I find myself recalling the time I met him… no, the time I began to have interactions with him.

The me back then, who didn’t yet know love or family. If I were to show that me from back then this scene now, I might just faint.

That’s right, in just this past month, no, in the past six months, there have been all sorts of things happening.

A story that he doesn’t know, a story just for me. It’s not really a story in the true sense, but perhaps it was a long prologue leading to now.

I recall that prologue, drifting in and out of sleep, firmly savoring the fact that this is not a dream.