The Scariest Delinquent Girl In The Entire School, Rumored To Be Terrifying, Ended Up Sitting Next To Me. I Thought My School Life Was Over, But It Turns Out She's Actually An Incredibly Sweet Person. On Top Of That, She's A Stunning Beauty With Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes, And A Curvaceous Figure—A Triple Threat! - Chapter 7: Beyond Overcoming The Awkwardness...

Beyond Overcoming The Awkwardness…

That morning.

Haruka and I met up and walked to school together.

“Good morning, Haruka.”

“Good morning, Yukio.”

As we exchanged greetings and gazed at each other, we both instinctively averted our eyes.

“…S-Shall we get going?”

“…Yeah.”

With that, Haruka and I held hands and started walking.

***

In front of the 2-B classroom, Haruka and I stood still.

At that moment, her fingertips trembled slightly again.

“It’s going to be okay.”

When I gently squeezed her hand, Haruka looked up at me with a faint gaze.

“Let’s go,” I said with a smile.

Haruka returned the smile.

We opened the classroom door.

The classmates inside turned their gazes toward us all at once.

Haruka and I stood silently, facing them.

“Yo, Yukio,” Hidehiko called out to me.

“Hey.”

“So, uh, the class president said they want to talk to Tachibana-san.”

“Huh?”

At that, the class president approached hesitantly.

“Um…”

Behind their glasses, the president’s eyes drooped apologetically.

“I’m sorry for what I said yesterday.”

The president deeply bowed their head.

“After that, I heard from the teachers about Tachibana-san’s circumstances. Even though I didn’t know, I said a lot of things that hurt you… I’m truly sorry.”

“No, I… it’s not…” Haruka began.

“I’ll apologize too. I’m sorry,” Hidehiko added.

“Hidehiko…”

Then, one by one, the other classmates began to approach us cautiously.

“Sorry…”

“My bad.”

“I’m really sorry.”

Apologies came from every direction.

“…It’s not your fault,” Haruka said softly. “It was my own inability to communicate properly that caused all this in the first place.”

She continued, “So from now on, I’d like to get along better with everyone.”

When Haruka smiled, several of the boys turned red, as if struck by Cupid’s arrow.

“Whoa, she’s adorable…” murmured someone under their breath.

“Hey, hey, it’s too late to fall for her now. Tachibana-san’s already Yukio’s girlfriend, you know?”

“I-I know, but still…”

“By the way,” Hidehiko interrupted with a mischievous grin, rubbing his hands together theatrically, “I’ve always been curious—what cup size are those impressive assets of yours, Tachibana-san?”

“Hidehiko!”

“Now, now, Yukio-kun. Don’t be so angry,” Hidehiko teased.

“I’m not angry; I’m just… exasperated,” I sighed.

“…Well, I haven’t even told Yukio yet,” Haruka murmured, her cheeks flushing faintly.

“Ah! Then how about this?” Hidehiko suggested. “Tachibana-san, you can whisper it to Yukio, and we’ll just enjoy his reaction!”

“Hey, no way Haruka’s going to agree to something like—”

“…That’s fine,” Haruka said calmly.

“It is?!”

When I glanced at Haruka in shock, she nodded firmly.

The boys erupted with a thunderous, “Wooooooaaah!?”

Meanwhile, the girls were utterly unimpressed, their exasperation plain on their faces.

“Yukio, my cup size is…” Haruka began.

I tried my hardest to keep a poker face.

“…Wait, it’s that big?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

The boys roared even louder in excitement.

“ “Oooooohhhhh!?” “

“Hey, Yukio,” Hidehiko leaned in conspiratorially. “Come on, tell just your best buddy.”

“Absolutely not!”

“Alright, everyone! Let’s punish Yukio for hogging his blonde, busty girlfriend all to himself!” Hidehiko declared dramatically.

“H-hey, don’t you dare—”

“Wooooooaaah!”

The fired-up boys charged toward me as one.

“Hidehiko, you’re so dead!”

“Fwahaha! Accept your fate, you rom-com protagonist!” Hidehiko cackled.

“Who the hell’s a rom-com protagonist!?”

And so, a few minutes later…

In the corner of the classroom lay a tragic heap of defeated boys.

Among them was Hidehiko, groaning weakly.

“Yukio, you…”

“Yeah,” I said, flashing him the biggest smile I could muster, “Looks like all that training paid off. I’m stronger than I thought.”

“Yukio, you’re amazing♡”

Haruka clung tightly to my arm, pressing her soft, ample chest against me without hesitation.

“Traitors…”

Hidehiko and the defeated boys wept tears mixed with blood and sweat as they lamented their misfortune.

“Hey, hey, Tachibana-san,” one of the girls from the class said cheerfully, as if the earlier chaos had never happened. “Why don’t you join us for lunch today?”

“Ah, sorry,” Haruka replied politely. “I’m having lunch with Yukio.”

“Haruka, you should go. It’s a good opportunity,” I encouraged her.

“But… then you won’t have lunch, Yukio,” she said, hesitating.

“It’s fine. I’ll just grab something from the cafeteria today.”

“Alright, thanks,” she said with a grateful smile.

Seeing our little exchange, the girls squealed with delight.

“Haruka-chan, you’re so cute!”

Before anyone could react, one of them hugged Haruka from behind and squeezed her chest playfully.

“Kya!?” Haruka yelped in surprise.

“Wow, they’re seriously huge! As expected from a halfie!”

“Let me try, too!”

“Do you think touching them brings good luck?”

“W-Wait, everyone… Ah!”

Meanwhile, the defeated boys, still sprawled on the floor, witnessed this chaotic yuri-esque scene unfold before them.

“Uwooooooooaaaahhhhhhh!”

The defeated boys let out one final, collective scream, as if it were their last gasp before ascending to the heavens.

“Squishy, squishy~ Boob-squeezing time~♪”

“S-Stop it… Yukio, help me!” Haruka pleaded tearfully.

“…Sorry, that’s a bit impossible right now,” I replied with faux regret.

“W-Why!?”

I steeled my heart and chose not to lend her a hand.

It wasn’t because I found the scene in front of me visually gratifying. Absolutely not. It was solely because I wanted Haruka to grow closer to the other girls.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea! Let’s all take turns squeezing Haruka-chan’s chest and guess her cup size!”

“Sounds fun!”

“I’m in!”

“Eeeeeeehhhhhh!?” Haruka shrieked.

The tough delinquent vibe she used to exude had now entirely vanished, replaced by her new role as the class’s adorable target of teasing.

To make matters worse, her chest was now the center of everyone’s attention—literally.

“Y-Yukiooo!”

Hang in there, Haruka.

This is all for the sake of bonding with your classmates.

I hardened my resolve and focused on committing this scene to my mental scrapbook.

“These are definitely at least F-cup.”

“I’d say G.”

“No way, it’s got to be H.”

“Could it even be… I?”

“Stopppppppp!”

By the way, the correct answer is J-cup.