Despite the distraction that was Rui Kuroki, I somehow managed to reach the front of the neighboring town's station.
Running into her first thing on a Sunday morning had definitely been outside my calculations.
We’d attended different elementary schools, but since our houses were fairly close, it wasn't exactly a miracle to cross paths at the station. Still, of all the days to run into her, it had to be the one where I was headed to a movie with Ichinose.
Kuroki in "club mode"… she’d actually been pretty cute.
Unlike her usual image as a refined, black-haired beauty, seeing her with a ponytail and a track and field jersey—looking every bit the energetic athlete—had been, honestly, great.
If you could ignore the perfectionism and that hint of madness in her heart, she was a world-class beauty. Then again, among the three of them, Kuroki’s secrets definitely felt like the darkest.
"Sigh, I’ve been thinking about nothing but Kuroki for a while now. And yet, today’s main attraction is supposed to be Ichinose’s thighs—"
"Excuse me? What about my thighs?"
"Huh?"
Once again, a beautiful girl had appeared out of nowhere behind me.
Needless to say, this time it was Yuria Ichinose.
She wore a sheer, snowy-white cropped top under a black-and-white cardigan. Her high-waisted denim shorts left nothing to the imagination, putting those irresistibly thick thighs on full display.
Even her usually straight brown hair had been styled into beautiful waves today, and the bra strap peeking from her shoulder was just too much to handle.
It was the peak of gyaru fashion—or rather...
To proudly expose such perfect, suggestive thighs... it was practically the same as being naked.
"Well, Ryouta? What about my thighs?"
"Uh, ah, that is..."
Pressed for an answer, my eyes naturally drifted back down to her legs.
God, she’s sexy.
"I told you! You’re staring too much! I already told you to stop the other day!"
Ichinose cupped my cheeks in both hands and yanked my head up. My gaze was forced to meet hers.
"Talk to my face, not my thighs."
"I-I’m sorry."
"Why are you looking at them anyway? Is that some kind of fetish?"
"Yes."
"That was way too fast. Creepy."
Of course, since being insulted was also right up my alley, I couldn't help but smirk. I was way too creepy, even by my own standards.
"Sigh... well, just keep that stuff between us. If Rui or Airi ever found out about a fetish like that, you’d lose your place in the class for good."
"O-Oh... (Glance)"
"I said don't look immediately!"
Every time my gaze drifted southward, Ichinose would cup my cheeks and pull them back up.
Her hands were smooth and pretty, so this wasn't exactly a bad deal for me. I really was creepy (second time today).
"If you spend the whole movie staring at my thighs, I’m seriously going to poke your eyes out."
"Y-Yes... (Glance)"
"Stop looking! Seriously, how many times are we going to do this!"
I really was lucky that Ichinose was such an "understanding" gyaru.
"Come on, let’s head to the theater already, Ryouta."