“A bath… you say?”
“Yeah.”
A bath with Sasaki…?
Suddenly, a wild fantasy starts playing in my head.
A steamy bathroom.
The moment I step inside, something pokes my back—pink nails tapping against me.
‘Hey, Makishima. Wanna… take a bath together?’
In front of the bathroom, Kiraboshi Ayane lifts her shirt slightly, showing off a glimpse of her belly button.
I hurriedly avert my eyes.
But the sound of her undressing tickles my ears.
‘It’s fine already.’
When I turn around, she’s hiding her body with just a bath towel.
She runs her fingers through her short hair, sticking her tongue out playfully as she tries to tempt me—wait, hold on!
“What am I even thinking…?!”
“Makishima?”
Lately, because I’ve seen Kiraboshi Ayane’s gravure photos, recreating her image in my head has become way too easy…
And now Sasaki is going to stay over—this is actually a pretty serious problem.
“I mean, you hear about people suddenly dying in the bath, right? I thought it might be dangerous if you go in alone.”
“N–No need to worry! If anything happens, I’ll ring the call button. Besides, you and I bathing together… we’re opposite sexes, so that’s obviously…”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. We’ll be doing a clothed bath.”
“C–Clothed?”
“You go in with clothes on. Now it’s okay, right?”
I see… of course she wouldn’t be naked.
Sasaki notices the brief disappointment on my face and smirks, looking down at me.
“Oh? Don’t tell me, Makishima—were you expecting me to go in naked?”
This girl… did she suggest this just to tease me?!
Fine then—time to counterattack.
I grab both of Sasaki’s shoulders, keeping my eyes locked on hers.
“W–Wait, Makishima! What are you—”
“…Yeah. I thought so.”
“Huh?”
“You’re older than me, so I figured you’d boldly take a bath naked even if we were together! Got a problem with that?”
As I raise my voice, Sasaki shouts “H–Huh?!” and turns bright red, her lips trembling.
“Y–You pervert, Makishima! There’s no way I’d go in naked!”
“Then why are you blushing? (CR narration style)”
“I–I’m not blushing!”
Satisfied after teasing her, I pull out a towel and some clothes from the dresser before heading to the bath.
Even if it’s a clothed bath, taking one together with Sasaki brings a tiny bit of concern… but if I just wash quickly and get out, it should be fine.
“So, you’re doing this clothed-bath thing… in those clothes?”
“Nope. Makishima, lend me some clothes that can get wet.”
This girl really lives life however she wants.
With no choice, I dig out the practice uniform I wore back in high school and hand it to Sasaki.
“Sniff sniff… these smell like Makishima.”
“Obviously. I wore them for three years.”
I’d wanted to throw them out after retiring, since just looking at them brought back three years’ worth of memories, but I ended up packing them and bringing them to Tokyo anyway.
Attachment is scary… really.
“Huh? But Seishin’s uniform was black, right? The practice clothes were white?”
“Yeah. The uniforms match the school colors, so—wait, why the hell do you know about Seishin Gakuen?”
“I was the official manager for the championship, you know. Of course I’d know!”
“You weren’t manager the year we made it to the championship.”
“I—I visited famous schools for coach interviews! So I know!”
“Then what was the Seishin coach’s name?”
“U-Uhh…”
Sasaki’s eyes dart around helplessly.
Yeah, she doesn’t know.
So then why does she know about Seishin—
“K–Kishihara…? Coach Kishihara, right?”
“Correct. I’m impressed you remembered.”
“W–Well? I do have a good memory.”
Coach Kishihara—a legendary coach who brought Seishin Gakuen to nationals multiple times. No way someone with zero soccer knowledge would know his name.
So she really did interview him…
“I’ll go after I change, so go in the bath first.”
“O-Okay.”
Prompted by Sasaki, I grab my change of clothes and head to the bathroom.
Her memory really is amazing.
I always forget the opposing coach’s name right away.
She really is smart enough to get into Koutou University on merit.
I wrap a long towel around my waist and step into the bath first.
While I’m rinsing myself with the shower, Sasaki—now changed—walks in.
“Sorry for the wait!”
Sasaki appears wearing my oversized practice uniform.
Since her arms and legs are thin, the sleeves and pant legs are way too long for her.
“Are you okay in that? What if, like, your underwear… gets seen or something?”
“Too bad for you, Makishima. I put on a black undershirt, so nothing’s going see-through!”
She says proudly.
A black undershirt…? Don’t tell me she dug through my dresser on her own.
“Geez, Makishima, you look seriously disappointed.”
“I’m not disappointed.”
“…You say that, but you were drooling while looking at my gravure the other day.”
“I was NOT drooling!”
Sasaki grabs a body towel, squirts body soap onto it, and starts scrubbing my back.
“…You know, Makishima, you’re surprisingly pervy.”
“What are you even talking about now?”
“You act like some soccer idiot, but secretly you buy my gravure and stuff.”
“T-That’s…”
“And also, when I was looking for that undershirt earlier, I, uh… kinda…”
Her hands stop. And her confident voice suddenly becomes faint and awkward.
“What’s wrong?”
“N–Nothing! Nothing at all!”
“?”
I’m not sure what that was about, but Sasaki’s scrubbing suddenly gets a lot rougher.
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