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Good morning, Sato-kun.
In the morning classroom, Misaki... or rather, Sakurai-san, greets me as usual.
"Good morning, Sakurai-san."
The events of last night by the pool seem like a dream.
"Good morning, Sato-kun," says Reiko, or rather, Shirogane-san, taking her seat as usual. This distance feels strangely comforting.
"Shimizu-san is really pumped up, huh?"
Someone mutters. Looking over, Shimizu is stretching with an unusually serious expression.
"Yeah, the regional finals are this weekend."
"Senior Akita is coming to cheer, right?"
The girls' voices echo through the classroom.
Shimizu Ryoko and Akita Takami. The ace of the volleyball team and the captain of the basketball team. They started dating last year, and the two are known as the power couple of the school.
At 175 cm, Shimizu is tall, and at 185 cm, Akita is even taller. Shimizu has a model-like appearance, and Akita is handsome with excellent grades. They are truly a perfect match.
"Shimizu-san and Senior Akita are so dazzling, aren't they?"
"Yeah, just walking together, they have a different aura."
"Remember Senior Akita's basketball game at the cultural festival last year? Shimizu-san was cheering, and..."
"Oh! That dunk shot by Senior Akita!"
"Shimizu-san was jumping for joy!"
Indeed, the two of them are dazzlingly perfect. Everyone acknowledges them as the ideal couple.
...Yes, their relationship is clear to everyone. Unlike ours, which is more of a secret.
But that's also wonderful in its own way. There are many forms of love.
The bell rings, and the usual daily routine begins. Sakurai-san checks the student council materials, Shirogane-san spreads out her sheet music, and I open my textbook.
The magical time from last night is hidden within this daily routine, shining secretly.
On the way home, near the station, there was a commotion in the alley.
"Shimizu, why are you ignoring me!"
"We were close in middle school, weren't we!"
Looking over, a few male students from a nearby prestigious school, Seiran High, are surrounding Shimizu and Akita.
"Sagara... that's old news, right?"
Shimizu's voice is tinged with fatigue.
"Hey, Akita! You stole her, didn't you!"
The apparent leader, Sagara Kouji, presses in. Akita steps forward to protect Shimizu, but his expression is pained.
If it were just Akita and Shimizu, they could probably force their way out. But for the two of them, who have the regional finals coming up, this kind of trouble is the worst possible scenario. If anyone sees this, they might be disqualified...
I approach, pretending not to notice.
"What's going on here?"
My 89 kg frame naturally steps in front of the two.
"Huh? Fatso, mind your own business."
Sagara looks me up and down.
"Well, well, I'm just a passerby with good intentions."
"Shut up! Get out of here!"
Suddenly, Sagara's fist flies at me. It grazes my cheek, and the taste of iron fills my mouth.
But this is nothing. Since the accident half a year ago, my body has become abnormally tough along with my strange new ability.
"Sato-kun!"
Shimizu rushes over, concerned.
"I'm fine. It's nothing."
Wiping my mouth, I turn back to Sagara.
"If you want, I'll take as many hits as you want. These two have a big match coming up."
"What?"
"Shimizu-san is the ace of the volleyball team. Senior Akita is the captain of the basketball team. Both of them have the regional finals coming up. It would be a shame if they were disqualified for something like this, don't you think?"
"None of my business!"
Another fist comes flying at me, this time aimed at my stomach. But it has no effect on this body.
"Here, want to keep going? I'll take as many hits as you want."
I smile cheerfully. That seemed to have the opposite effect, as Sagara's expression twists.
"You...!"
"Oh, right. Someone is recording this, you know?"
It's a lie, but it has the desired effect. Sagara and his friends look around nervously.
"Damn it... remember this!"
Leaving those parting words, Sagara and his friends run off.
"Sato-kun..."
Shimizu offers me a handkerchief. The white handkerchief is stained with my blood.
"I'm sorry. This is all my fault..."
"No, I just happened to be passing by."
Senior Akita bows deeply.
"Really, thank you. Sato-kun, you are..."
"No, it's really nothing. Just do your best in the tournament."
"And..."
I touch the sleeve of my uniform. The ability has already recorded the video data.
Perfect. The scene of Sagara's assault. The threatening words. All recorded.
Just in case, I save it to my phone. This is the first time I've used this ability to protect someone.
"Are you really okay? Should we go to the nurse's office?"
Shimizu looks at me worriedly.
"I'm fine. Rather..."
"What?"
"I'll wash and return the handkerchief."
"Forget about that...!"
"Shimizu."
Senior Akita calls out.
"Sagara and the others might come back."
"It's fine."
I smile at the two of them.
"If anything happens, I have the evidence."
The cryptic words make the two of them tilt their heads. But I don't explain any further. I just want them to be at ease.
"Sato-kun... you're strange."
Shimizu says.
"You're always alone in the back of the library, and yet you're so strong."
"Well... unexpected, huh?"
Senior Akita chuckles.
"But thank you. Really."
"No problem."
I watch as the two of them walk away. I wipe the blood from my mouth.
I won't tell Misaki and Reiko about this. I don't want to worry them.
But it feels a bit proud to have been able to protect someone with this ability.
On the way home, I look at the blood-stained handkerchief from Shimizu. As I gently touch it with my fingersâ
A video plays.
In the corner of the gym. After-school practice. An unexpected scene of Shimizu and Akita.
"Here I go!"
"Come on!"
They are actually wrestling. It seems to be training to improve their volleyball and basketball skills.
The sound of their bodies colliding echoes through the gym. Akita's 185 cm, 78 kg, and Shimizu's 175 cm, 65 kg. Both are in their respective team uniforms. A serious match between athletes.
"Yah!"
Shimizu's thrust. The power from her volleyball-trained arms hits Akita's chest.
"Ugh!"
Akita's counter. Using the lower body strength he honed through basketball, he pushes Shimizu back.
Sweat flies. Roars echo. It's a pure, primal battle of flesh.
"No good! That counter won't break your opponent!"
"Drop your hips more!"
They exchange advice while repeatedly grappling.
Shimizu's long limbs deliver techniques with a force that belies her femininity. Akita's movements are agile, thanks to his basketball training.
"Hah!"
"Yah!"
They exchange throws. The sound of landing. They stand up and grapple again.
This is the secret of their strength. A sincere, mutual effort to improve each other.
Still, Shimizu's healthy butt and breasts are amazing. Akita and Shimizu are grappling, and her bloomers are digging into her healthy butt, making the shape of her butt clear. It's a great video to enjoy her healthy butt wobbling.
I wonder how Akita can wrestle with such a woman.
The video is automatically saved to my phone. I feel like I've seen something good.
Shimizu and Akita. On the surface, they are the dazzling couple of the school. But in the shadows, there is an unknown effort.
I carefully put the handkerchief in my pocket. Today was a day of many discoveries.
As I hurry home, the setting sun stretches across my back. I feel strangely fulfilled.
I was able to protect someone and learn someone's secret.
Maybe this is all thanks to my strange ability. But even that feels good right now.