My Stepsister is My Ex-Girlfriend - Volume 7 - Chapter 3.04

The Sports Festival Is Just an Event Where You Sign Up for the Ball-Toss Game or Whatever and Call It a Day

Mizuto Irido

“We as participants pledge to...”

During this comfortable patch of weather in the middle of October, we’d finally begun the sports festival. This was an event where all the students forged strong bonds with each other while working up a sweat—an event of our high school years where we’d learn all about fairness of sportsmanship and teamwork. Or at least, that’s how it was explained to us.

After we listened to the speech at the opening ceremony, I moved to a corner of the tennis court next to the school courtyard.

“Oh, Mizuto-kun. There you are!”

“What up, Irido?”

Sitting on the bench set up next to the tall nets were Isana Higashira and Kogure Kawanami, who were in full relaxation mode.

“You guys sure got here fast,” I said as I walked over. “I had a lotta trouble navigating the crowd.”

“It’s easy if you pretend you’re going to the bathroom.”

“It’s simple when you lack any presence to begin with.”

Isana patted the space on the bench between her and Kawanami, signaling me to sit down. It was by no means a comfortable bench, but it definitely beat sitting on the ground.

“Participants in the first event, the hundred-meter dash, should proceed...”

I could hear the PA in the distance. Most likely, the students who’d been waiting in their courtyard seats were clamoring to get to their respective areas. None of that commotion reached out here, though. It was almost as if we were in a different world entirely.

“Nice, isn’t it? They don’t use the tennis court during the sports festival. No chance we’ll be found by the teachers here either. It’s our little hideaway.”

“I shall praise you just for today, you promiscuous boy, for providing a place for my secret tryst with Mizuto-kun. Well done.”

“Shaddup! I never invited you! I told him about it because I thought he could use a getaway from the sports festival!”

“Yes, yes. I understand. You’re a tsundere.”

“God! Shut up!”

I’d gotten accustomed to their squabbles, so I tuned them out with ease. In the meantime, I brought out a book that I’d put a black cover on.

“What event did you enter, Mizuto-kun?” Isana asked, pressing her shoulder against mine as if to annoy Kawanami even more.

“The ball-toss game,” I responded as I flipped pages.

“Just that?”

“Just that.”

“I only signed up for the tug-of-war event!”

“What’re you getting excited for?” Kawanami scoffed. “Can you even hold on to the rope with those flabby arms? Maybe wait until you actually have muscle before trying to talk?”

“What was I to do?! The options afforded to me are very limited in my case!”

“Huh? Why?”

“You wouldn’t understand... But you do, don’t you, Mizuto-kun?” Isana’s face brightened, and she scooted closer to me.

I moved a little away from her because her boobs, which were supported by her jacket, came dangerously close to touching my elbow.

“After all, you are fully aware, aren’t you? You’re the only one who understands that these are much flabbier than my arms,” Isana whispered into my ear.

“I can hear you! Stop trying to seduce Irido, idiot!”

I’m so glad you’re here, Kawanami. It saves me the time of having to say these things myself. Isana had most likely decided not to participate in any of the running or jumping events because it’d hurt for her boobs to be moving all over the place. What a serious pain for girls to have to deal with.

“What will you be participating in? I will keep Mizuto-kun company while you do your promiscuous business elsewhere, so please don’t feel obligated to remain here.”

“Y’know what? I just decided that I’m gonna skip everything so I can stay here and keep an eye on you.”

“Minami-san’s gonna be on the hunt for you,” I added. “I don’t want her finding us too.”

“Indeed! No matter how frivolous a guy you may be, you can’t skip out on these events.”

“I really don’t want to hear this from you of all people!”

I got the feeling that the sports festival would end without incident. It’d be nice if the people on either side of me would calm down a little, though.