During lunch break, Takumi visited an empty classroom in the old school building, the spot Kotori had designated.
Although called an empty classroom, most of the space was filled with spare desks and chairs, as well as traffic cones, tiger-stripe rope, a badly stained gym mat, a damaged vaulting horse, and stacks of cardboard boxes, making it look more like a storage room for unused materials. There were plenty of places to quickly hide, so it was indeed a perfect spot for a secret meeting.
The front door was locked, but the back door wasn't.
Takumi was impressed that she knew about this place.
It was far from the main building, the school store, and the cafeteria. The faint midday commotion sounded physically distant, like it belonged to another world. He let out a self-deprecating smile just as the back door rattled open.
"H-Hi. Sorry, I'm late. It took a while to sneak away."
"Nah, don't worry about it."
Kotori was out of breath; she must have run.
He had only waited maybe two or three minutes. Takumi gave a wry smile and shook his head, indicating it was nothing to worry about.
Kotori's face relaxed in relief, and then she abruptly reached her hands into the sides of her skirt.
"W-We're limited on time, so please make it quick."
"Whoa, hold on, hold on, hold on!"
"Huh?"
Takumi quickly stopped Kotori, who had already pulled her underwear down to her thighs.
He had come just because she called, but Takumi hadn't planned on doing the routine.
He understood that Kotori was in a bind.
But the truth was, he had strong reservations about doing it at school.
To Kotori, who tilted her head in confusion, Takumi spoke with a cautionary tone.
"It's not that I don't want to help with the routine, but, you know, you never know when someone might come in here."
"It's fine. We can lock this from the inside. Plus, when the door is locked, there's an unwritten rule that it's 'in use.'"
"Is that so? You're surprisingly well-informed... Wait, no! And besides, I don't have a condom or anything."
"I have one."
"Why do you have that at school!?"
"I've just kept it in my sanitary napkin pouch recently. My mom almost found it the other day."
"Ugh..."
Every one of Takumi's rational points about why the routine was a bad idea here was carefully countered. Takumi was forced into silence.
Kotori pulled out the condom she had prepared and held it out to him, but noticing his reluctance, her expression clouded over, and she whimpered.
"Please, Takumi. If this keeps up, I won't be able to handle day duty..."
"I know... but..."
"That's why we need the routine. I'm a 'can-do' kind of girl!"
With that, Kotori placed her upper body on a nearby desk, turning her rear toward him. It was the usual position for their routine.
Normally, Kotori would have won him over by now, and Takumi would be making a joking retort like, "What do you mean, 'can-do'?"
"..."
"Takumi?"
When Takumi still stood there doing nothing, Kotori turned around with a tearful expression.
Takumi's chest ached. He reflexively grabbed her waist, and Kotori's face instantly softened with relief.
But Takumi's frown only deepened.
He wasn't trying to be difficult.
Honestly, he wanted to help with Kotori's efforts.
He had already mentally prepared himself.
However, Takumi genuinely felt he couldn't fulfill Kotori's request, and he let out a pathetic sigh.
Then, in a very stiff whisper, he revealed the reason.
"Sorry, I'm too nervous here. I don't think I can get hard..."
"..................Huh?"
Kotori's surprised, blank voice echoed in the empty classroom.
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