Yo!
Chapter 2 over here.
Lets see what of funny erotic accidents occur here… MAUAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
Now, please enjoy.
Start:
The second morning in Classroom 1-D began quietly, students comfortably settling into routines. Kiyotaka Ayanokōji took his usual seat toward the back, calmly observing interactions, noting subtle shifts in the emerging class hierarchy. The atmosphere was peaceful, punctuated by soft exchanges as classmates greeted one another warmly.
However, tranquility quickly shattered beneath crude whispers from Yamauchi Haruki and Ike Kanji, seated a few rows back, their voices obnoxiously loud despite their attempts at subtlety.
"Dude, did you see Kushida's body yesterday?" Yamauchi muttered excitedly, leaning forward with a lewd grin. "I mean seriously, those curves are ridiculous. How does she even walk around normally?"
Ike chuckled in response, leaning closer. "Forget Kushida—have you seen Karuizawa? Those thighs are insane!"
Their crude laughter easily reached the girls nearby, causing a noticeable stiffening among the listeners. Kei Karuizawa's shoulders immediately tightened as her golden hair whipped sharply when she turned, her glare venomous.
"Could you two creeps be any more disgusting?" Kei snapped angrily, her voice loud enough to freeze conversations around them. "No one asked for your perverted opinions."
The sudden silence drew everyone's attention. Yamauchi paused briefly, momentarily stunned by Kei's directness, before quickly regaining his smug composure.
"Oh please, Karuizawa-Chan" Yamauchi scoffed mockingly, leaning back with a cocky smirk. "Shouldn't you be happy we're even noticing you? With your attitude, it's a miracle anyone gives you attention."
Before Kei could respond, Satsuki Shinohara spun around sharply, eyes blazing angrily at Yamauchi and Ike. "Are you seriously proud of yourselves right now? Nobody wants to listen to your pathetic fantasies. Keep your gross thoughts to yourselves."
Ike's face twisted in irritation, his response swift and brutal. "Shut your mouth, Uglyhara. Nobody asked for the ugly girl's opinion. Jealousy doesn't look good on you. nothing does actually."
Uglyhara? A subtle twitch of the lips was enough to convey that Kiyotaka was amused if anyone had been paying attention to him.
He had to admit, it was kinda funny.
Shinohara's eyes flashed furiously, visibly shaking from the insult. "Ugly? Have you even looked at yourself, Ike? You wouldn't have an actual shot with a girl even if you weren't such a disgusting pig!"
The insult instantly triggered Ike, who shot up from his seat, slamming his hands aggressively onto the desk. "What the hell did you just call me, Shinohara?"
"I said you're a pig," she repeated, rising defiantly, her voice trembling but her gaze unwavering. "You're pathetic, Ike. No girl would ever go near you."
Yamauchi quickly stood beside Ike, angrily stepping closer to back him up. "Shut up, Shinohara! Ike's right—you're just pissed no one cares enough to even look at you."
Several girls around Shinohara gasped sharply, expressions shifting from discomfort to open anger. The tension in the classroom skyrocketed, crackling dangerously in the charged silence. Kiyotaka watched intently, silently noting how fragile the class's unity had suddenly become.
"That's enough!" Hirata Yousuke who had been watching nervously and hoping the aggression would stop on its own, quickly intervened, standing firmly between the two groups, raising his hands calmly. His voice remained steady, determined to restore order. "We're classmates. We shouldn't treat each other like this."
But Yamauchi turned sharply toward Hirata, eyes narrowing venomously. "Who the hell asked you, Hirata? Stop acting like you're better than everyone just because half the class has a crush on you!"
Shinohara's eyes flashed again with indignation, her voice breaking with anger as she defended Hirata. "Don't drag Hirata-kun into this just because you're insecure! Maybe if you acted like half the man he is, you wouldn't embarrass yourself every time you opened your mouth!"
Yamauchi visibly recoiled at her words, rage flaring in his eyes as he turned aggressively toward her. "What the hell did you say to me?"
An understandable reaction, no man liked to be compared to another man in this kind of degrading manner.
"I said you're pathetic!" Shinohara snapped back fiercely, stepping forward confrontationally. "All you ever do is talk big, but you're just an immature coward!"
Girls around the room nodded fiercely, backing Shinohara openly. Maezono, normally quiet, now shot a disgusted glare at Yamauchi. "She's right, Yamauchi. You're embarrassing yourself."
The boys around Yamauchi shifted uncomfortably, sensing their friend had crossed a line. Still, Ike stubbornly defended him, glaring defiantly back at Maezono. "Mind your own business. Nobody asked you!"
As the situation spiraled dangerously out of control, Kushida Kikyou quickly stood, her soft, earnest voice cutting through the chaotic tension.
"Everyone, please calm down!"
Her gentle plea immediately quieted the room, all eyes instinctively drawn toward her. Kushida's warm gaze, filled with genuine concern, softened the aggression around her.
"Yamauchi-kun, Ike-kun," Kushida began gently, smiling softly despite the tension, "I understand you were just joking around, but words can hurt, okay? We all want to be friends here, don't we?"
Yamauchi hesitated, visibly torn between stubborn pride and embarrassment under Kushida's earnest stare. Ike shifted awkwardly, clearly swayed by her calming presence.
Kushida then turned toward Shinohara and the other girls, her voice equally soothing. "Shinohara-san, Maezono-san, I know you're upset, but let's not let things escalate further. Fighting isn't going to help anyone."
Shinohara paused, irritation still evident, but she reluctantly nodded, her anger beginning to dissipate slightly beneath Kushida's calming influence.
"Yamauchi-kun," Kushida gently urged again, softly pleading with her eyes. "I know you're not trying to hurt anyone, right? Please, let's just apologize and move on from this."
Too much cuteness.
Naturally, Yamauchi's posture deflated, shoulders sagging slightly under Kushida's soft, persistent gaze. He muttered reluctantly, eyes downcast. "Fine. Sorry, Karuizawa. Sorry, Shinohara."
Kushida smiled warmly in relief. "Thank you, Yamauchi-kun."
Hirata relaxed visibly, giving Kushida a grateful nod as the tension finally began easing. Still, a lingering bitterness hung heavily around Yamauchi and Ike as they sank quietly into their seats, clearly embarrassed and unhappy.
Kiyotaka observed everything quietly, mentally cataloging how rapidly the class unity had fractured—and just how skillfully Kushida had managed to piece it back together.
She was quite good at playing peacemaker.
And Hirata too, though to a lesser extent.
Most likely he could be counted on with the girls, but when it came to calming the boys, Kushida was the best one for the job.
Kei slowly sank back into her seat, though not without one final icy glare in Yamauchi's direction, irritation lingering but accepting Kushida's diplomatic resolution.
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Kiyotaka walked quietly through the deserted university corridor, the faint echoes of his shoes against polished tiles breaking the rhythmic silence. His thoughts drifted, relaxed but attentive, distant sounds of ongoing classes providing gentle background noise.
Wrapped up in contemplation, he failed to register the soft, urgent footsteps rapidly approaching from the corridor's bend until it was entirely too late.
A sudden impact shattered the quietness, jolting him sharply from his thoughts.
"Oh—!" A sweet, startled gasp burst from soft lips, echoing softly around them.
Instinctively, Kiyotaka reached out, He steadied the figure in front of him, his hand landing firmly but gently on the slender curve of a woman's back.
At the same moment, slender, delicate hands shot out in blind panic, desperately seeking stability. One hand clutched tightly at his shirt near the side of his stomach, fingers trembling fiercely against the fabric.
Yet, by cruel, inexplicably intimate chance, the other hand reached lower, blindly and unintentionally seizing hold of the large, heavy shape at Kiyotaka's groin. Her soft palm curled fully around his generously-sized balls, fingers reflexively tightening in startled panic, gripping with a strength born of pure, frantic instinct.
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Kiyotaka's entire body stiffened sharply, a brief flicker of pain registering in his normally impassive eyes.
The tight, panicked squeeze of the woman's soft hand around his sensitive flesh sent an involuntary jolt through his nerves, his muscles tensing automatically in response.
It was only his training and remarkable durability that allowed him to remain entirely composed despite the intimate pressure and discomfort radiating from her delicate but firm grasp.
For a moment, Ichinose was slightly dazed, eyes unfocused as her mind scrambled to catch up. Slowly, clarity began to return, and she found herself acutely aware of the situation: she was pressed close against a solid, undeniably masculine figure. She felt the warmth of his hand firmly supporting her lower back, his grip gentle yet steadying.
Her eyes traced upward slowly, taking in his calm, striking features—the sharpness of his jawline, the quiet intensity behind his dark, perceptive eyes, the color and style of his hair…
Handsome… he was handsome, very handsome actually. Ichinose concluded in her thoughts.
As she became more and more conscious, her breathing hitched slightly as her awareness sharpened further, with much greater clarity.
Her left hand was still clutched desperately at his shirt, fingers curled into the fabric near his stomach, trembling uncontrollably. But her other hand… her other hand...
Her brain short-circuited instantly, utterly failing to process what she was gripping so intimately. It repeatedly attempted to restart, to rationalize and understand the reality of the heavy, warm mass that filled her palm.
But each attempt collapsed into shocked confusion. Her thoughts looped chaotically, trapped in endless cycles of disbelief and denial, leaving her frozen, utterly unable to move, unable even to remove her fingers from around the astonishing shape she'd inadvertently seized.
Meanwhile, Kiyotaka watched her closely, mildly curious despite the mild discomfort radiating from her tense grip. He recognized the signs of someone struggling internally, her face betraying a fierce internal war.
Common sense suggested he should gently prompt her, break the awkward stalemate, yet he found himself strangely compelled to simply wait and observe.
Finally, Ichinose's brain successfully reconnected, clarity returning like a thunderclap. Her eyes widened dramatically, a deep, vivid crimson flooding immediately across her delicate features. She stared upward at Kiyotaka, utterly mortified, and such was the shock that despite being aware that she was holding him by the balls.
Quite literally.
She still did not let go, such was her shock that she hadn't even pulled away.
Simultaneously, she registered another mortifying truth: the balls she was holding onto were undeniably huge, far larger and heavier than she'd ever imagined possible. Scandalized thoughts flitted uncontrollably through her mind, further deepening her embarrassment until she couldn't bear it another moment.
"I-I-I… I d-didn't—I—oh, oh m-my—!" she stammered intensely, voice quivering uncontrollably in sheer humiliation. Her embarrassment made coherent speech impossible, the words tangling hopelessly as she desperately tried—and failed—to form a sensible apology.
"Do you plan to let go anytime soon?" Kiyotaka finally asked, withholding a pained wince from her tight grup.
That did the trick.
Ichinose instantly released her grip, her delicate fingers jerking hastily away from him. Trembling fiercely, she stumbled several feet backward, putting considerable distance between them as if terrified of repeating her mortifying mistake.
At the same time, she blushed so hard that crimson crept everywhere, from every inch of her face to the tips of her ears and to even her collarbone, and though neither could see it, even the pale complexion of her breasts turned pink.
It was the blush to end all blushes that stained Ichinose's current physical state.
Now, with distance finally separating them, Kiyotaka fully saw the woman responsible for this unexpected intimacy.
Ichinose stood flushed and breathless, her lush strawberry-blonde hair framing a stunningly gorgeous face vividly colored by embarrassment.
Her expressive blue eyes were wide, shimmering vividly with shocked mortification; her plump, moist pink lips softly parted, trembling subtly, and her delicate, feminine features were accentuated perfectly by her gently curving jawline and porcelain skin, stained bright red from shame.
Was it healthy to blush this much?
Kiyotaka doubted that.
As his gaze drifted from her gorgeous face to below the neck, he took note of how her blouse strained enticingly around enormous, soft breasts. At the same time, her skirt hugged seductively around voluptuous hips and outrageously thick thighs, highlighting the thicc curves of her breathtakingly mature figure.
Ichinose continued stammering intensely, embarrassment reducing her voice to a fragile, uncontrollable series of squeaks and incomplete sentences, unable to settle on what exactly she should even attempt to say.
"I-I didn't—I c-can't believe—I—I-I'm so s-so s-sorry—!" she babbled desperately, voice trembling with overwhelming mortification, her slender shoulders shaking visibly beneath her embarrassment.
Before Kiyotaka could respond calmly to soothe her, Ichinose abruptly bowed deeply in desperate apology. The sudden motion sent her massive breasts plunging heavily forward, fabric audibly strained as it struggled desperately to contain their seductive weight, delicate lace beneath briefly visible, accentuating impossibly inviting curves.
Without waiting for his answer, Ichinose straightened swiftly and spun on her heel, fleeing down the corridor with desperate urgency.
As she ran away, Kiyotaka's eyes immediately locked onto the irresistibly sinful sight of her skirt struggling to contain the impossibly plump, outrageously thick cheeks of her massive ass.
Each frantic step caused the enormous, doughy mounds of her huge shapely ass to wobble seductively, her thicc cheeks clapping audibly together in a rhythmic, hypnotic bounce that could arouse any soul in sight.
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Left alone in stunned silence, Kiyotaka released a quiet, steadying breath, gradually relaxing his tense muscles, ignoring the residual ache left by the woman's intimate grip.
But he couldn't quell the pai-induced groan from having his balls be held so tightly, eyes closing in discomfort.
This was nowhere near what he had in mind for today's list of activities to do.
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Time-skip: Hours later.
Lunch break was underway, and students had dispersed throughout the classroom, clustering into small groups or leaving altogether in search of food. A peaceful atmosphere settled briefly, punctuated by quiet murmurs and gentle laughter.
Kiyotaka sat quietly in his seat at the rear of Classroom 1-D, observing the calm interactions unfolding around him.
His thoughts drifted briefly, recalling the club announcement from that morning—how the cheerful voice had urged students interested in joining clubs to gather in Gymnasium No. 1 after classes. He had never participated in such activities before, but perhaps now was an opportunity worth exploring.
He turned slightly, eyes catching sight of his neighbor, Suzune Horikita, still seated at her desk. She appeared detached from the environment around her, meticulously reading through a textbook with an expression of cool indifference.
Yet, despite her aloofness, Horikita's beauty was stark and captivating. Her long, sleek black hair cascaded smoothly down her slender back, reaching her waist, a curtain of pure midnight framing her pale, flawless face.
Her features were sharp, refined, and strikingly feminine; a delicate yet firm jawline, thin expressive eyebrows arching gracefully over eyes of piercing depth—a captivating blend of reddish-brownish-purple.
Below those eyes, a petite, well-shaped nose balanced perfectly above soft, pink lips set in a perpetually neutral expression. Her body, beneath her neatly pressed uniform, was quietly enticing—a subtly athletic yet unmistakably feminine figure, lean but curved in just the right places.
Deciding to approach carefully—mindful of her typically distant demeanor—Kiyotaka spoke quietly, his voice calm yet carrying easily through the short distance between them.
"Horikita," he began evenly, prompting her to pause and glance up from her reading, eyes slightly narrowed in mild suspicion.
"What is it?" she asked coolly, her voice crisp, but not openly hostile.
"Are you planning to attend the club fair after school? It might be worth checking out, if you're interested."
Horikita's brows drew slightly together in thoughtful consideration, though her guarded expression remained unchanged. She studied Kiyotaka briefly, assessing him with analytical eyes. Despite her clearly reserved demeanor, she didn't dismiss him outright, perhaps finding him less irritating than most classmates thus far.
"Club activities?" Horikita murmured softly to herself, her eyes briefly flickering toward the ceiling as she pondered the idea carefully. A quiet pause stretched momentarily before she finally returned her gaze to him, cold yet thoughtful. "I hadn't particularly planned on it."
"Neither had I," Kiyotaka admitted casually, voice neutral, gaze unassuming. "But it might be beneficial to see what's offered. At the very least, it'll give us something productive to do."
Horikita hesitated subtly, eyes narrowing slightly as she contemplated his reasoning, considering whether the venture held merit. Finally, she sighed quietly, resigned yet strangely intrigued by the prospect.
"I suppose there's no harm in looking," she conceded carefully. "Very well. I'll accompany you—but don't expect me to join any clubs."
"I wouldn't dare," Kiyotaka responded evenly, a faint ghost of amusement briefly touching his expression.
Horikita regarded him silently for another lingering moment before returning her gaze pointedly to her textbook, clearly signaling the end of their conversation. Accepting this quietly, Kiyotaka similarly refocused, allowing silence to return comfortably between them.
A few minutes later and classes resumed shortly afterward once the students had returned with Sae Chabashira stepping gracefully back into the room and reclaiming her place at the front of the class.
Her voice was calm, steady, and authoritative, effortlessly guiding students back to their studies.
Yet, despite her composed teaching, students' attention wavered noticeably. Several spent the lecture idly scrolling through their phones beneath desks, discreetly checking social media or sending quiet messages to friends seated nearby.
Yamauchi openly tapped away at his screen, clearly immersed in some online game, seemingly unbothered by Sae's occasional sharp glance in his direction. Others quietly chatted in hushed voices, exchanging whispered jokes or commentary, largely indifferent to the lesson unfolding before them.
Through it all, Kiyotaka watched quietly, noting the subtle shifts in behavior around him, yet remaining passive as the classroom continued its steady descent into casual distraction.
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Time-skip: Hours later
After class had ended, Kiyotaka and Horikita made their way toward Gymnasium No. 1, stepping inside quietly. Kiyotaka glanced around, noting the impressive number of students milling around the spacious interior, buzzing with excitement.
"There are more people here than I thought," Kiyotaka remarked calmly, voice neutral yet observant.
Horikita merely hummed in agreement, scanning the crowd coolly. "Nearly all freshmen, it seems. There's likely a hundred students gathered here. I'm surprised at the turnout."
They took a spot toward the back of the gymnasium, where they could quietly observe without attracting unnecessary attention. Horikita unfolded the club pamphlet she'd picked up earlier, skimming it with indifferent curiosity. Her expression remained detached yet attentive, betraying little of her inner thoughts.
Kiyotaka, meanwhile, glanced over her shoulder casually, noting the well-designed pamphlet filled with detailed descriptions of various club activities. After a moment, Horikita's eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"I wonder if this school has any notable clubs—something famous, perhaps. Like karate, for example?" she questioned quietly, her voice carrying subtle curiosity rather than genuine interest.
Kiyotaka scanned the pamphlet briefly. "It looks like the clubs here operate at a pretty high standard. There seem to be a few athletes who've gained national recognition."
"Interesting," Horikita responded dryly. "Considering this school didn't strike me as top-tier in activities like baseball or ballet, that's somewhat unexpected."
"These facilities seem far superior to ordinary schools," Kiyotaka pointed out, noting the detailed descriptions and glossy photos in the pamphlet. "There's even equipment here that professionals might envy. Though, it seems there's no karate club listed."
"I see," she replied simply, her tone indicating mild disinterest.
"Were you particularly interested in karate?" Kiyotaka asked neutrally, glancing sideways.
"No, not particularly," she responded coolly, her gaze still fixed on the pamphlet.
Their conversation lapsed briefly as Tachibana stepped onto the stage, beginning the opening remarks. Soon afterward, club representatives lined up, ready to introduce their respective groups.
Horikita watched them impassively, though her eyes were analytical. "If you're interested in making a fresh start, perhaps you should join an athletic club. The judo club, perhaps? The upperclassman there seems encouraging enough."
Kiyotaka raised a skeptical eyebrow, glancing at the burly figure representing the judo club. "Encouraging? He looks more intimidating than anything."
Horikita's lips briefly twitched upward, almost imperceptibly amused. "He might surprise you. He seems passionate enough about his club, at least."
Their quiet exchange faded as the club representatives took turns introducing themselves. Then suddenly, Kiyotaka felt Horikita tense sharply beside him, her previously composed expression faltering abruptly.
He turned toward her carefully. "Horikita? What's wrong?"
Horikita remained frozen, not responding. She stared intently at the stage, her expression growing increasingly complicated—shock, uncertainty, and subtle anxiety flickered across her typically unreadable features.
Kiyotaka followed her gaze, noticing a student with a different air now standing on the podium, a slender upperclassman, roughly 170 centimeters in height, with sleek black hair, sharp glasses, and a distinctly calculating gaze. He stood before the microphone silently, his mere presence somehow commanding immediate attention.
Turning to his seat mate, Kiyotaka studied Horikita's reaction quietly, recognizing that something about the student on stage had clearly unsettled her deeply.
"Horikita," he tried again softly, voice calm yet quietly concerned, "is something wrong?"
She didn't answer him, almost as though she hadn't heard him at all. Her eyes remained locked onto the student, unwavering, focused with intense scrutiny. Kiyotaka decided not to push her further, understanding she likely wouldn't appreciate being pressed for answers. He waited silently beside her, allowing her the space she clearly needed.
In the meantime, there was no harm in paying attention to the upperclassmen on stage.
That upperclassman already caught his intrigue just by that posture and calculating look in his eyes. No doubt he had an essential role in their university life.
But what kind of role? That remained to be seen yet.
The student remained silent for an extended, uncomfortable moment, prompting murmurs and jokes from impatient first-years.
"Did you forget your notecards?"
"Are you drawing a blank?"
More taunts followed, but despite that, the upperclassman remained perfectly still, utterly unperturbed, his calm silence eventually quieting the restless students. Soon, an intense quiet gripped the entire gymnasium, an atmosphere charged with unexpected tension. Horikita watched him intently, not blinking, eyes narrowed with concentration.
…
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It was quiet to the point of being eerie as more than half a minute had passed now without a peep.
Kiyotaka had to admit, he was pretty impressed with his senpai.
That kind of level of collectedness and cool was abnormal, even by white room standards.
Only after a full minute had passed, only then, had the student finally spoke, his voice steady and confident.
"I'm the student council president. My name is Horikita Manabu."
Kiyotaka glanced sharply at Horikita Suzune, instantly understanding her earlier reactions. She remained perfectly still, her expression inscrutable yet undeniably affected by the revelation.
Horikita Manabu continued calmly, voice authoritative yet smooth. "The student council is currently recruiting first-year students to replace our graduating third-year members. Although no specific qualifications are required for candidacy, we request that students considering joining are not actively involved in other clubs. We prefer candidates who can dedicate themselves fully."
He paused briefly, scanning the silent, attentive crowd before resuming in a soft, yet commanding tone. "Furthermore, we in the student council will not appoint anyone possessing naïve or superficial motivations. Such candidates are not worthy of representing our student body and would undermine this institution's reputation. It is our responsibility to uphold and enforce the school's standards, and we welcome only those who understand and share this viewpoint."
Without waiting further, Horikita Manabu stepped off the stage, his abrupt exit leaving the students stunned into silence. None dared speak as he departed, the quiet tension lingering heavily.
"Thank you all for coming," Tachibana quickly announced, easing the awkward silence. "The club fair has concluded. Interested students can now proceed to the reception area to sign up or gather further information."
The previous tension gradually dissipated, replaced by quiet chatter as students began moving toward various booths.
Yet Horikita Suzune didn't move, her posture rigid and unmoving. Her eyes still tracked her brother until he completely vanished from sight, her expression complex, filled with a mixture of confusion, intensity, and suppressed anxiety.
Kiyotaka, despite not being close to her, felt a bit of concern towards her, it was only due to recognizing that she needed space that he was torn between trying to say something or being quiet and leaving her be as she wanted.
Coming to a decision, he turned around, however, before he could step away, a familiar voice cut through the lingering tension, abruptly drawing his attention.
"Yo, Ayanokouji! Didn't expect you here."
Kiyotaka turned calmly to see Ken Sudou approaching, accompanied by Kanji Ike and Haruki Yamauchi. Sudou's casual, open demeanor instantly dispelled the previous tension. Ike gave a friendly wave, but Yamauchi lingered behind, oddly sullen and distant.
"Oh, hey, Sudou," Kiyotaka greeted evenly. "Looks like you guys are getting along pretty well."
"Guess so," Sudou replied easily, grinning with casual pride. "These guys aren't so bad."
Sudou's ease around him wasn't surprising given their unexpected encounter yesterday. After class had ended, Kiyotaka had stopped by a convenience store near campus, only to see Sudou fumbling at the register.
Evidently, he'd left his student ID behind, leaving him unable to purchase food. Witnessing Sudou's frustration and embarrassment, Kiyotaka stepped forward quietly and offered to pay.
Initially hesitant, Sudou had ultimately accepted, grateful but slightly embarrassed.
They'd ended up sharing the meal outside the store, seated comfortably on a bench, chatting casually about their experiences at the university so far. Kiyotaka found Sudou surprisingly easy to talk to, his straightforward personality refreshing and enjoyable, especially as most students seemed wary or intimidated by Sudou's assertive nature.
However, their pleasant conversation had abruptly been disrupted by a trio of upperclassmen, who approached with clearly hostile intentions. They had rudely tried to intimidate the pair into giving up their seats, openly mocking Sudou and carelessly making disparaging remarks about him.
Without any visible reaction, Kiyotaka had subtly pulled out his phone and discreetly recorded their harsh comments. Then, quietly and calmly, he played the recording back for them during their attempted intimidation, startling the upperclassmen into immediate, panicked silence.
Realizing their words were captured, the upperclassmen hastily apologized, bowing awkwardly to Sudou as per Kiyotaka's demand, and begging for forgiveness which they eventually received before retreating in humiliation.
That event was the deciding factor. Sudou, already impressed by Kiyotaka's generosity and ease of interaction, especially considering that everyone else was always wary of him, had openly declared afterward that he considered Kiyotaka a genuine friend—a sentiment Kiyotaka accepted with full appreciation.
So yeah, they were friends!
To say that Kiyotaka felt accomplished was putting it lightly. And that was on his first day too!
Returning his focus to the present, Kiyotaka calmly nodded toward Sudou, acknowledging their newfound friendship once again.
"So, did you end up joining a club too, Sudou?"
"Yeah, basketball. Been playing it since elementary school, figured it'd be stupid not to continue now," Sudou replied confidently, stretching his arms lightly overhead, clearly proud of his athletic prowess.
Kiyotaka nodded in understanding. Judging by Sudou's build—lean yet powerfully muscled—it made perfect sense he'd excel in athletics, basketball especially suited him.
While their conversation continued, however, Kiyotaka couldn't help noticing Yamauchi's unusual behavior. The normally outspoken and jovial boy stood silently, his expression oddly wary, eyes flickering repeatedly toward Kiyotaka with open suspicion and hostility. It was puzzling, especially given they hadn't exchanged a single hostile word before now.
Yamauchi's gaze sharpened further, his posture growing increasingly tense, drawing Kiyotaka's attention. Even Sudou noticed his friend's unusual demeanor, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"Oi, Yamauchi," Sudou interjected bluntly, voice slightly confused yet amused, "something bothering you, man? You've been glaring at Ayanokouji for a while now."
Yamauchi hesitated visibly, eyes narrowing further with conflicted emotion. His voice came out sharper than usual, tinged with unmistakable annoyance. "It's nothing. Just… don't like him, is all."
His sudden hostility stunned the group, Sudou and Ike exchanging bewildered glances, clearly taken aback by Yamauchi's uncharacteristic aggression. Kiyotaka himself remained calm, though mildly intrigued by the inexplicable hostility directed toward him.
Ike blinked in confusion, glancing from Yamauchi to Kiyotaka uncertainly. "Did something happen between you two? Why're you suddenly pissed off at Ayanokouji?"
Yamauchi scowled, clearly uncomfortable yet stubbornly defensive. "Nothing happened. I just…don't trust him. That's all," he muttered sharply, voice edged with an uncharacteristic bitterness.
Sudou snorted dismissively, shaking his head in disbelief. "C'mon man, he's not even said anything rude. What gives?"
Yamauchi remained stubbornly silent, glaring briefly at Kiyotaka once more before abruptly turning away with a huff, shoulders tense as he stalked off through the crowd. His unexplained hostility left behind an awkward silence, the three remaining boys exchanging puzzled glances, uncertain how to proceed.
"Sorry, Ayanokouji," Ike eventually muttered apologetically, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. "Not sure what's up with Yamauchi. He's been kinda weird lately."
Kiyotaka shook his head calmly, unaffected. "It's fine. I probably just rubbed him the wrong way somehow without realizing it."
The conversation resumed afterwards, though Kiyotaka had noticed that Horikita was no longer around, he stayed behind and simply conversed here and there with Sudo and with Ike who was easy to get along with.
Overall, not a bad day if you excluded the fact that he got groped a few hours ago, even if accidently.
End.
I feel bad for Kiyotaka.
Although it was pretty hilarious to introduce Ichinose this way.
It was pretty fun to write overall.
And I'll see you all on the next update.
Peace.