Tsuki was the first to arrive at the sports equipment storage room. After making sure no one had followed her, she went straight inside the storage.
As soon as she entered, the door behind her was immediately shut.
Turning around, Tsuki saw exactly what she expected—Shuichi, leaning against the door with a sly, knowing smile.
"Well, well, look who we have here. The usually untouchable and aloof student council president… You really couldn't wait, could you?"
Hearing this, Tsuki quickly got into character, responding with a flustered mix of embarrassment and annoyance. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, really? Then I guess I'll be leaving." Shuichi raised an eyebrow and turned as if to walk away.
Panic flashed across Tsuki's face. She quickly reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt. "D-Don't… don't go."
"And then?" Shuichi looked down at her with a teasing smirk.
"I… I really couldn't wait…" Tsuki finally admitted, her voice filled with shame.
"So…"
"It doesn't matter what—just hurry up…" Tsuki whispered.
"Then..." Shuichi took out his phone and flashed a bright, cheerful smile. "Strike a pose first."
"What kind of pose?" Tsuki swallowed nervously, anticipation clear in her eyes.
"Do I really have to tell you? You should be pretty good at this, right?" Shuichi shot her a sidelong glance. Honestly, this girl knew even more than he did.
Tsuki could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she tried to think of the most camera-worthy pose. "Umm, well, let's see..." She stammered, her mind racing. Should she go for a sultry, smoldering look? Or maybe something more playful and whimsical? Decisions, decisions.
Shuichi, on the other hand, was practically bouncing with excitement, his finger hovering over the camera button. "Come on, Tsuki, don't leave me hanging here! I need something good to work with, or else this photo shoot is going to be a total flop."
Tsuki shot him a playful glare, her nerves slowly melting away. "Alright, alright, keep your shirt on. I'm thinking..." She paused for dramatic effect, tapping her chin in an exaggerated display of deep thought. "Aha! I've got it!"
Without further ado, Tsuki struck a pose that was equal parts fierce and fabulous, complete with a sassy hip tilt and a coy over-the-shoulder glance. "How's that, Mr. Photographer?" She asked, batting her eyelashes innocently.
Shuichi's jaw dropped, his eyes sparkling with pure delight. "Tsuki, you're a natural! This is going to be the best photoshoot ever!"
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After leaving the sports field, Sumire headed straight for the sports equipment storage room. But when she tried to push the door open, she realized it was locked.
She glanced around, searching for any sign of Shuichi, but he was nowhere to be seen. That struck her as odd.
"This guy… He called me here, but now he's disappeared? Is he playing another prank on me?" Sumire grumbled in annoyance, pulling out her phone to send a message.
[I'm here. Where are you?]
Shuichi replied almost immediately.
[Something came up, so I'll be a little late. Sorry to trouble you, but could you wait by the storage room for a bit?]
Sumire didn't overthink it. Waiting a little was no big deal.
However, after a few minutes, she still hadn't seen Shuichi. Instead, she spotted Uchida returning with his lunch.
The moment he saw Sumire from a distance, he stopped in his tracks. Without a second of hesitation, he turned around and walked the other way.
[Chiba, what did you do this time? You actually got trapped in the storage room by Nagase-sensei?! I'm taking your lunch to the classroom first. Come eat after you manage to escape—I believe in you!]
Shuichi chuckled as he patted the obsessed student council president on the head, glancing at his phone. As expected, Uchida was as reliable as ever.
[Got it. No big deal. I'll come find you once I'm done here.]
[Take care! If things go south, just don't come out. You can eat my snacks and drinks—they should be enough to keep you full.]
After sending that message, Uchida grabbed his lunch and sprinted away without hesitation.
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At the entrance of the sports equipment storage room, Sumire watched the retreating figure with suspicion. Something felt… off.
She pushed at the storage room door again and suddenly realized—it was locked from the inside. That didn't make sense. With today's sports festival, no one would have locked it from the inside.
Realizing this, Sumire decided to circle around to the back of the storage room. There was a ventilation window there—small, but just big enough to peek through and see what was going on inside.
Shuichi was in charge of managing the storage room today.
So what the hell was he up to?
With questions swirling in her mind, Sumire crouched down beneath the ventilation window and slowly peeked inside.
The ventilation window wasn't too high. With her height, Sumire only needed to rise slightly onto her toes to see inside.
And so, she did.
As her line of sight lifted, the interior of the sports equipment storage room gradually came into view. It didn't take long to spot Shuichi—he was easy to find.
But what she saw next shocked her to the core!
Besides Shuichi, who was leaning against the vaulting horse, there was a girl in a gymnastics uniform. Her long hair cascaded down, partially obscuring her face.
And she… she… she was actually doing that kind of thing!!!
For a moment, Sumire's brain blanked out.
Then, like an unstoppable tide, memories of that infirmary incident surged back into her mind.
There was no sound—after all, a wall separated them, making it impossible to hear anything.
But against her will, her brain automatically supplied the audio—taken straight from the materials she had accidentally gathered in the infirmary last time.
Why is my brain so damn intelligent?! This is unforgivable!!!
Sumire screams internally, her mind spiraling into chaos…
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