When I Brought The Lost Little Girl To Her House, The One Who Came Out Of The Front Door Was The Most Beautiful Girl In The Grade. - Chapter 30

The sports festival began, and our class was doing well. We passed the dodgeball preliminaries, and if we win the next basketball match, we’ll secure the top spot in the preliminaries and qualify for the seeded position on the second day of the main event.

Our basketball strategy was for the outgoing students to build a lead, and then we would focus on defense, trying to maintain that lead while taking scoring opportunities when they came.

This strategy worked well, and we even managed to defeat the third-year students.

Next was the relay. Some students cheered from the classroom, while others went to the schoolyard to support the runners up close. I belonged to the former group.

In the relay, both girls and boys participated together. The girls ran first, followed by the boys.

At first, things were going smoothly.

However, during the race, an incident occurred. The class representative, who was also participating in the relay, tripped and fell.

Until that moment, we were in second place with a good chance to secure a top position. But due to the fall, we dropped to fifth place and ended up finishing in third place, narrowly missing qualification for the main event on the second day.

The atmosphere in the classroom afterwards was terrible. The majority were divided into two groups: those who defended the class president, claiming it wasn’t her fault, and those who criticized her, thinking she could have aimed for first place.

Nearly everyone, except for Kuromi, was saying things like, “She’s a culprit,” and “How terrible. She’s like an enemy.”

On the other hand, people were telling the class president things like, “It’s alright,” and “Nobody really cares about what Kuromi is saying.”

I really think that’s true. It seemed like the class president had scraped her knee and was bleeding when she fell, so she went to the health room with a few others.

It might be better if the class president isn’t in this classroom right now.

“Kuromi is such a pain.”

“It’s impressive in a way that she can stick to her guns like that all by herself.”

“In a sense, you’ve got to admire it.”

I, along with Mimura and Souta, were talking about Kuromi.

I think it’s amazing how she can say those things in front of the person herself when she has so few allies.

“By the way, Kuroda, have you seen Shirakawa-san today?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Then you’ll go home together today.”

“Huh? What do you mean? All of a sudden…”

“This is an order from Mimura-san! Got it?”

“…Uh, okay.”

For some reason, I felt embarrassed to be the one inviting her, even though I usually don’t get nervous about such things.

On our way to the last game of the first day of the sports festival, as I tried to go to the restroom and turned back, I heard someone crying softly.

I carefully approached the source of the sound and found the class representative crying alone.

I thought it would be best to leave her alone for now. And for some reason, I felt a strong determination that we had to win.

We achieved first place in the basketball preliminaries and secured a seeded position.

It’s not that I was doing it for the class representative, but I had a hunch that even without the outgoing students, we could secure the first place.

“Let’s win the basketball for the class representative and make up for the relay!” Shirasaka said confidently, delivering a cool line. Why is he so cool?

Everyone got fired up regardless of whether they were outgoing students or substitutes.

After the basketball game ended, as I tried to return to the classroom, someone tapped my shoulder.

When I turned around, Ayano, with her hair in a ponytail and sweat glistening on her cheeks, was standing there.

Her aura was different from usual, and I didn’t know how to respond.

“What’s up?”

“You got your hair cut, right!”

“Yeah, I did.”

“It looks great on you! You look cool!”

“Oh, thanks.”

Being told directly “You look cool” by someone you like can be quite embarrassing. My face feels hot. I knew it wasn’t because of playing basketball.

“Huh? Did you get nervous?”

“I’m not!”

“Your face is all red!”

“It’s because of playing basketball!”

Ayano kept looking at me with a grin.

“Hey, Ayano, wanna go home together today?”

“Huh?! Sure! Let’s go home together!”

I didn’t expect such a response. She looked very happy and was grinning.

“Yuusei-kun, did you take any pictures?”

“No, I haven’t taken pictures with anyone yet.”

“Oh, really? I thought you were taking pictures with various girls.”

“There’s someone I want to take a picture with the most.”

Well, even though no one invited me, I noticed they were whispering about it, but I didn’t want to take pictures, so I escaped.

My phone made a sound.

“Where are you? Hurry up and come.”

I suppose it’s time for the end-of-day homeroom. It’s a message from Mimura.

“Hey, who’s the person you want to take a picture with the most?”

“Ayano. She looks great with that ponytail, and today, she seems a bit nervous.”

I was replying to Mimura’s message while talking, so I wasn’t really thinking.

Ayano was looking down, but her face was definitely blushing.

“Ayano… what’s wrong?”

I started to worry that I might have said something strange.

“N-Nothi-ing~?”

“No, your face is all red!”

“Maybe it’s because I played badminton?”

“Huh? Did you have a match? But I thought badminton was already over…”

“Shut up!”

She punched me lightly in the chest. I had no idea what that action meant.

“Huh? Why did you punch me?”

“Let’s go back now.”

“Huh? What?”

“Let’s go back, okay?”

It was a final warning not to ask further questions.

Until the very end, I had no idea what was going on.