The Story of Becoming a Drinking Friend When I Saved the Cutest Senpai in University - Vol 1 Chapter 20

Tennouji’s POV

…This is not good.

It is bad, it is bad, it is bad.

I did it. I’ve done it completely.

But wait a minute. Let me make an excuse!

I was frustrated!

Itomori-kun and Ichijou-san were kissing each other, and I almost went crazy with jealousy!

I like him so much, yet Ichijou-san beat me to it, and it felt like my heart would burst!

… Huh? I don’t think it’s an excuse.

At any rate, I did it.

Who actually does something like this? I’m a fool.

“I-I’m sorry… Truly, I’m so sorry.”

Itomori-kun kneeled deeply for some reason in the heavy atmosphere.

“Why is Itomori-kun apologizing? Raise your head!”

“…This wouldn’t have happened if I had avoided it.”

“No, it’s impossible to avoid it in that situation!”

“I don’t think it was impossible. I could do it if I wanted to… I wondered if I could be swept away, perhaps because of my weakness.”

“It’s too stoic, Itomori-kun! I’m the one to blame!”

I managed to peel off his forehead as if it had stuck to the floor, and his red-hot face was exposed under the light.

“…Was it your first time, by any chance?”

“Well, yes… What about you?”

“…It’s the first time we’ve ever kissed the lips together.”

As soon as I said so, his face turned as white as paint.

He must have been in a hurry to say that this was the first time he had been taken away.

Honestly, I don’t mind at all… or rather, I really wanted to.

“I-it’s alright! It’s really fine! Because, you know, we were drunk!”

“…Yes?”

“You drank a little, didn’t you, Itomori-kun?”

“I drank it, but I’m not quite drunk―”

“You were drunk, weren’t you!? Right!?”

“Um… y-yes. I might have been drunk…”

“Things done in a drunken state don’t count! Neither of us was thinking clearly! You know it doesn’t count, right?”

It was a ridiculous argument.

I knew I was forcing it.

But now I just wanted to get rid of the guilt from Itomori-kun.

My selfishness, my unilateral favor, and my stupid jealousy took away his first.

I’m the only one to blame. He is not at fault at all.

“It… doesn’t count, does it?”

“Yes, absolutely! That’s why Itomori-kun is not at fault!”

“But still—”

“This conversation’s over! It’s hard to cook now, so I think it’s reliable to order food! I’ve caused you trouble, so I’ll treat you whatever you want♪”

I patted him on the back, as I spoke.

His face, which seemed so serious that was about to jump off a cliff, finally began to soften a bit.

“…That’s right. I’m starving to death, so let’s do that.”

When I saw him back in the living room, I drank up a glass of water.

I took a deep breath and I traced my lips with my finger.

“Hehe.”

I was so drunk that I didn’t know what I was doing, but I could still remember the feeling of that moment vividly.

The warmth that still lingers makes me can’t help but smile foolishly.

I felt that closeness and I understood it again.

I really like Itomori-kun.

My feelings for him… are the kind where I want to do things like that.

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Itomori’s POV

I took advantage of senpai’s kindness and ordered pizza for the first time in a while.

Cheese-rich pizza, highball, and a B-rated movie. Despite the best lineup, I couldn’t enjoy one more thing.

[I love you, Jerry.]

[Me too.]

Two people kissing each other on the screen.

The sight makes me feel like a junior high school student. I was recalling the feeling I had just felt as my eyes naturally turned to senpai.

She was drinking happily without showing any signs of particular concern.

…She really doesn’t care about what happened earlier. This person has a great way of sitting down.

“Come to think of it―”

She suddenly opened her mouth, and I glanced back at the television.

That was close. If it had been discovered that I was staring at her lips, he might have reminded her of unnecessary things and made her uncomfortable.

“You said you kissed Ichijou-san on the cheek in return for the information. What kind of information did you get? Knowing her, it’s probably something like with a lot of cute girls.”

“N-no! I heard that it was information that made senpai very happy… So she told me your birthday.”

“Huh? My birthday?”

“Even though I’m broke with money, I think I’ll be able to give you something if I know about it about a month ago.”

Senpai smiled shyly as she placed the cup on the table, saying, “You didn’t need to do that.”

“Is there anything you want? …Within as far as I can prepare.”

“I don’t want it. I can’t think of anything.”

That’s true, isn’t it?

It might have been stupid to ask someone who even had her plane if there was anything she wanted.

“…Well, if you don’t mind Itomori-kun, why don’t we go buy it together?”

“Do you mean we’re going to a department store or something like that? Well, it’s hard for me to choose by myself, so I’m grateful… Is that okay? If someone sees us and thinks we’re dating…”

“I don’t care about that at all. I mean, I just want to go on a date.”

“Did you just say something?”

“No, not really! It’s nothing!”

Waving her hands, she said quickly and laughed deliberately.

“I’m looking forward to going out with Itomori-kun. When would you like it? Like tomorrow?”

“Wait a minute. I have to work part-time and save money.”

“Oh, I see. You don’t have to spend a lot of money on presents. I will cherish everything for the rest of my life.”

“That’s… a bit much.”

“I’m not exaggerating. It’s a present from Itomori-kun, whom I love very much, and I have to cherish it.”

She leaned lightly over me and put her head on my shoulder.

I looked at her despite myself, and our eyes met.

She smiled like a little boy, and her white teeth peeped in.

Two or three seconds after staring at her reddish lips before I realized that was a bad idea and quickly turned my eyes forward.

“…You were looking at my lips.”

Oh no, I got caught.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Oh, are you trying to deny it? That kinda makes me feel bad.”

“I was looking! I-I’m sorry, I was staring a lot!”

When I made a hasty correction myself, senpai snorted proudly and moved.

Her glamorous hair rubbed between her shoulders, and the tips of her fallen hair stroked my inner thighs.

“How was your kiss with me?”

“…Ah, uhm, well.”

“What was it like?”

“…Do I have to tell you?”

“I don’t mind. I’ll be very sad, but if Itomori-kun doesn’t want to say it, you can keep quiet.”

That’s a dirty way of speaking.

There’s no way I could just stay silent when she said that.

“I-it’s soft, it’s moist… it made me feel happy…”

It was not cool to make a bad mistake, so I spoke frankly.

Senpai smiled satisfactorily and patted me on the thigh, perhaps trying to hide her shyness.

“I see. You were happy.”

“…Y-yes.”

“Me, too… I was happy.”

“…”

“It’s because the person was Itomori-kun.”

She laid her hand on my thigh and lifted her upper body lightly.

Her golden hair fluttered, and she straddled my knee and stared me directly into my eyes.

Hot breath was leaking from her thin open lips, and after staring for a few seconds, I realized it was bad news and directed my eyes to the ceiling.

“…Do you want to do it again?”