The Mischievous Oshi
"Say Sakura... What should we do now?"
"Ehehe, I don't know myself either..."
Right now, we're currently inside the gym storage room... But first, I should try to recall how this happened.
An hour ago, before the current scenario, our class was having a P.E. session.
"Hey, boys! Start running! One more lap, go, go!" Our teacher shouted as we jogged our way around a 400-meter track.
"Hey, Niimi-san," Akira panted as he ran alongside me.
"Akira... Haahhh... Aren't you supposed to be sitting on a bench right now?" I asked, trying to catch my breath.
"Nah, I came here to have fun" he grinned and winked as he gave a thumbs-up.
"Wow... Haahhh... That's... Hahhh!! Great!" I struggled to keep up the pace, gradually slowing down.
"Aren't you the non-athletic one!" he laughed.
"Shut up, I used to be good!" I retorted.
Akira looked up and grinned. "Ohhh right~ Your father is a kendo and judo master."
"Yeah! Whenever I slacked off, he would beat me up and force me to train!"
That's right. My father would always force me to train with him, but right now I'm glad that he's out of Japan. Because he became a teacher overseas teaching others
As I finally reached my final lap, I sat down on the ground, catching my breath and wiping away the sweat. "It's so hot!"
"You good?" Akira extended his arm, grinning. I grabbed it and got up, looking at him.
He was seriously sweating. "Akira, you should really wipe off that sweat."
"Oh? Concerned, are we?"
"Of course!"
"How kind of you, but I'll take care of it."
He grabbed his towel from the bench and started wiping off the sweat.
I noticed some of the girls watching Akira wipe off his sweat, as expected of him. Some of them started squealing.
"Kyaa~ Akira-sama!"
"Look, look! He's wiping off his sweat!"
"That looks like a treasure to me!!~"
I should head to the classroom now.
I grabbed my towel from the bench beside Akira and started walking, but then I met Sakura on the way.
"Niimi-kun, done with P.E.?"
"Yeah, how about all of you?"
"Haha, well, we almost won the volleyball match."
"Ohh, that's right... you guys were playing sports. Lucky."
"Hehe."
I noticed that she was holding a volleyball. "...Are you cleaning up by yourself?"
"Yeah."
"...I see." I put my towel around my neck and then started picking up the volleyball.
"Hm? What are you doing?"
"I'm helping you..."
Sakura looked at me and put on a mischievous smirk. "I see~ So, do you want a reward afterward?~"
I blushed and looked away. "No, thank you."
"Aww~ Really?"
"Yeah, so let's focus and finish this quickly, okay?"
We both then put the volleyball in the basket on the cart and started pushing it toward the gym storage room.
As we entered the storage room, the door closed on its own, but I didn't pay much attention to it at first since I was still putting the balls back on the shelves.
"Phew, I think that should be all!"
"Geez, How many volleyballs were you all using?!"
"Hmm... You know, it kind of reminds me of a shoujo manga where the main protagonist and heroine often get stuck in a storage room," Sakura said with a playful smile.
I gave her a blank stare and shook my head. "Please don't trigger a cliche scenario." I went to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.
"Huh?" I exclaimed in surprise. I tried to open the door again but it wouldn't budge an inch.
I slowly looked at Sakura. "Uhh..."
Sakura stared back at me, equally puzzled. "What are you doing? Just open it."
"...I couldn't get it open."
We both fell into silence, locking eyes with each other.
"No way?! Do I have some sort of superpower that can raise flags?!" Sakura exclaimed, half-jokingly.
"No, you don't! And instead of thinking about flags, why don't you help me figure out how to open this door?
We both fell into silence, staring into each other's eyes.
"No way?! Do I have superpowers that can trigger cliches?!" Sakura exclaimed, half-jokingly.
"No, you don't! And instead of pondering over that, why don't you help me here!" I replied, slightly flustered.
"Ehehe~ Niimi-kun, you're getting all worked up," Sakura teased.
"Shut it and help me open this," I retorted, slightly blushing.
Sakura walked over to the door.
"On the count of three, we'll both try to open it together. Ready?"
She nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Alright... 1... 2... 3!"
We both pushed and pulled, exerting our strength, but the door stubbornly refused to budge.
Silence filled the air as I let out a sigh and sat down on the stacked tatami mats.
"Let's just... wait for someone to come and rescue us."
"Hm? True..." Sakura nodded, sitting down beside me. "Although I have my phone with me and could ask for help, where's the fun in that? I want to tease you a little bit," she murmured to herself.
"Did you say something?"
"No, nothing!" Sakura quickly replied, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
I shifted slightly, creating some distance between us, but Sakura kept inching closer.
"Uhh... Sakura-san, what are you doing?"
"Hm? Nothing?"
"...You're actually getting closer to me... Are you perhaps scared of the dark?"
"N-No, I'm not."
"Are you not bothered by my smell...? I've been sweating a lot."
Sakura looked at me, confusion was evident in her eyes. "No, not really. In fact... I kinda like your smell," she said, her mischievous grin widening.
"...Is that so..."
We sat in silence for a few minutes, and then Sakura took out her phone.
"You had your phone this whole time?"
Sakura nodded, seemingly unfazed by my reaction.
"I still can't call for help, but we could watch Kou-kun's compilation of epic fails on YouTube!~" Sakura suggested with excitement on her voice.
Oh... Right... She's a fan of Kou-kun, also known as me...
"Sure..."
She slowly scooted herself closer to me, and we began watching the compilation. As we sat side by side, I couldn't help but notice that despite the physical exertion during PE class, Sakura still smelled pleasant. At that moment, I almost forgot that this girl was my oshi, my fan.
"...Is that so..."
We sat in silence for a few minutes, and then Sakura took out her phone.
"You had your phone this whole time?"
Sakura nodded, seemingly unfazed by my reaction.
I looked at her and let out a deep sigh, realizing that we were still stuck in the storage room.
"I still can't call for help, but we could watch Kou-kun's compilation of epic fails on YouTube!~" Sakura suggested with excitement.
Oh... Right... She's a fan of Kou-kun, also known as me...
"Sure..." I replied, trying to hide any sign of discomfort.
She slowly scooted herself closer to me, and we began watching the compilation. As we sat side by side, I couldn't help but notice that despite the physical exertion during PE class, Sakura still smelled pleasant. At that moment, I almost forgot that this girl was my oshi, my fan.
Then, after a few minutes, someone opened the door. It was Aoi and Yui, who looked visibly surprised.
"What are you two doing in this room?!" Aoi exclaimed, clearly flustered.
"We were watching Kou-kun," Sakura casually replied.
Ah, we're finally saved. We explained everything to Aoi and Yui, clearing up the misunderstanding. It was a close call, but luckily, rumors were avoided.
After school ended, I made my way to the bicycle park where I had parked my bike. As I was about to leave, I heard Sakura calling out to me.
"Niimi-kun!"
I turned around to see Sakura panting, trying to catch her breath.
"What is it?" I asked, curious about why she was running after me.
"Here you go!" She extended her arm, holding out a chocolate bar.
I looked at her in surprise. "Is this for me?"
Sakura nodded a genuine smile on her face. "Yes, I just realized that It was all my fault on the door!"
I couldn't help but smile back at her. "It's okay, though let's try not to get stuck in a storage room again."
"Hehe," she replied, hugging me briefly. "But I won't deny that it was fun spending time with you and teasing you." She gave me a playful wink, stuck her tongue out, and then ran off.
I watched her go, a blush creeping up my face.
Sakura was undeniably cute and her mischievous nature was quite endearing. With those thoughts lingering in my mind, I made my way back home.
"Onii-chan, Welcome home! Hm? What's with your face?"
"I'm home... Nazuna."