The Story of A Beautiful Girl I Rescued From An Attacker Who Became My Seatmate. - Chapter 22

“Hmm…”

The next morning.

I woke up on my own with the sunlight coming through the gap in the curtains.

“…Heheh~~. Koji, don’t~~!”

“Um~, Kirishima-san~”

A beautiful girl was hugging me tightly and talking in her sleep. What is this situation?

Moreover, because of Kirishima’s close proximity, various parts of the girl’s body are hitting my whole body. To be honest, I want to get out of here as soon as possible. It is too much stimulation for a high school boy.

“Kirishima, wake up.”

“Mnnnnnnnnnnn!”

I decided that Kirishima would not wake up even if I called out to her, so I pinched her cheeks to force her to wake up. I was somewhat reluctant to touch her cheeks, but I told myself that it was her fault for not waking up. I told myself that it was my fault that Kirishima did not wake up. It was not because I wanted to touch her.

“Good morning…”

Kirishima finally woke up. Apparently, Kirishima is not the type to wake up in the morning.

Rather than that, I’d like you to do something about the way you’re hugging my body. I am trying very hard to suppress the physiological phenomenon of men.

“Um, you’re touching me in various places.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Kirishima untangled her hand that was wrapped around my neck and sat up. She still looked sleepy, rubbing her eyes. At times like this, it’s good to have breakfast and freshen up.

“For now, let’s have breakfast downstairs. What do you want to eat?”

“Well… something light would be nice.”

When it comes to a light breakfast, a sandwich would be good. That’s the only thing that came to mind. Besides, I don’t have much time to make something elaborate.

“Then, how about a tuna sandwich? Anyway, I’ll go downstairs, so please get ready.”

Since there are various things a girl needs to do, I should take the initiative. With that in mind, I left the room.

Now, let’s make a tuna sandwich.

First, I’ll take an onion wrapped in plastic wrap from the refrigerator. It’s the leftover from when I made hamburgers, so it’s lucky that I can make use of it like this.

After finely chopping the onion, I’ll sprinkle some salt and massage it a bit, then soak it in water. The purpose is to remove the pungent compounds of the onion with water. Ideally, it should be soaked for about an hour, but since I don’t have time, it will be around 5 to 10 minutes. Can’t be helped.

In the meantime, I’ll make the tuna mayo. I’ll open the lid of the tuna can and drain as much oil as possible from the tuna, then mix it with mayonnaise. If I mix the oil from the tuna can, the oil will separate and become sticky.

Finally, I’ll toss the onion, which has been drained of moisture with kitchen paper, with the tuna mayo. That completes the filling.

All that’s left is to sandwich it between slices of bread, and it’s done.

“I’m done preparing.”

“Oh, the tuna sandwich is ready.”

“Bon appétit.”

Now, should I get ready too…

“Alright, let’s go.”

“Okay.”

After finishing breakfast, we got ready for school. Not that it was any different from our usual routine.

However, I put my smartphone in my bag, which I don’t usually bring with me. After yesterday’s attack, I decided it would be better to have a way to call the police anywhere, just in case I get attacked again without warning.

I won’t let Kirishima be attacked anymore. That was the strong determination I had made.

As we walked along the school route, Kirishima suddenly started talking to me. She had been silent and walking beside me until just now, so I was surprised.

“By the way…”

“W-What?”

“Why are you getting all defensive? No, it’s not a big deal or anything, but can I call you Kouji at school?”

“That’s a bit…”

In my mind, I screamed, “It’s a really big deal!!!” Well, well, if she calls me that, it will definitely lead to misunderstandings. And if people think that our relationship has deepened the moment we become seat neighbors, I’m sure I’ll be subjected to negative looks. Please stop.

“Well, I guess so.”

Kirishima’s face looked a bit sad for some reason, but did I do something? Did I say something that hurt her feelings?

“Then, I’ll call you Kurata-kun at school. But I’ll call you Kouji at other times!”

“Well, it doesn’t matter…”

Now Kirishima’s face turned really red. She seems to be showing intense emotions, but I’ll just ignore it.

As Kirishima continued to talk to me, we arrived at school a little earlier than usual.