Amikura Panics / Fingers Intertwined

"Yes, and I have low blood sugar and am feeling dizzy right now, so it's okay if the teacher gives me the food directly."

Taking off his shoes, Aoyama lay down directly on the hospital bed.

It's fortunate that the infirmary only has Hoshinomiya, that frivolous teacher.

"Don't we have class later?" Hoshinomiya looked at the outgoing Aoyama with some confusion. There were only a few minutes left before afternoon class.

"I already said I have low blood sugar and am feeling dizzy. What I need now is rest."

With a pillow propped up at the head of the bed, Aoyama rested contentedly with her eyes half-closed.

Whoever wants to attend the afternoon classes can do so; it'll just deduct a little from his exam score anyway, and he wasn't planning on getting first place anyway.

"This will put me in a very difficult position, teacher."

Despite saying that, Hoshinomiya still didn't kick Aoyama out of the infirmary. In fact, just as Aoyama had said, she brought him some snacks.

Students are not allowed to bring food, but there is no such restriction for teachers.

"Leave some for me too, teacher. This is my snack with my drinks." Seeing that Aoyama was enjoying his food, Hoshinomiya locked the door to the infirmary, then secretly took out a can of beer, opened it, and sat down on Aoyama's bedside to drink it.

"It's a pity it wasn't frozen."

Chewing on the shredded squid, Hoshinomiya spoke somewhat indistinctly. After swallowing, her gaze fell on Aoyama, whose expression remained casual.

"I thought Aoyama- kun was going to lecture me."

"Of course, I've long since given up on having any expectations of your professional ethics." Aoyama rested comfortably with his hands behind his head.

Compared to Chabashira, Hoshinomiya is beyond saving, and of course, he has no obligation to help either of them.

"That's really hurtful. I'm going to complain to Xiao Fanbo."

Hoshinomiya feigned cuteness, ignoring Aoyama and showing no concern.

Anyway, Class D of Chabashira is already half dead, which is enough for her.

"Ms. Kozue, are you there?"

Just as Hoshinomiya continued drinking his beer, there was a knock on the door of the infirmary, followed by shouts from the students of Class B.

Chapter 286 The Panic in the Amikura

"Aoyama, are you injured?"

Amikura limped into the infirmary and soon saw Aoyama lying on the hospital bed, his brows furrowing slightly.

After accidentally twisting her ankle while running, she didn't try to be brave; she immediately asked her teacher for leave and went straight to the infirmary to get medicine from her homeroom teacher.

"No, I was just being lazy."

Seeing that only Amikura was there and that she looked worried, Aoyama immediately got out of bed, went to Amikura's side, and helped her sit down on the edge of the bed.

At this moment, Hoshinomiya withdrew his head from the corridor and locked the door again.

"Where are you hurt? Does it still hurt?"

Aoyama's gaze fell on the leg of the Amikura that had just been unable to move. Judging from the way it walked, it wasn't a minor problem. It was estimated that it would be unable to participate in the mountain relay race the day after tomorrow.

However, this was not a big problem for the Horikita group, which was full of talented individuals.

Because of her outstanding performance at the Amikura Sports Festival, she won't be punished by the school even if she's absent; she'll just be at a slight disadvantage when calculating her grades.

"Did you sprain your ankle or bump it?" Hoshinomiya casually placed the hidden wine bottle on the table and went to the first-aid kit.

"My ankle doesn't hurt as much anymore." A little embarrassed Hoshinomiya, she glanced at Aoyama, who was concerned about her, before turning to Amikura. "I twisted it while running."

She made this small mistake because she was distracted.

The reason he was distracted was because of the tall boy in front of him.

"How could you be so careless? Aoyama, catch it, just pour it into your palm and rub it on Komako."

Hoshinomiya took a bottle of liniment from the first-aid kit and tossed it to Aoyama.

Then, she sat back down in her chair and picked up her beer.

Seeing the liniment for bruises caught by Aoyama, Amikura blushed immediately. "I can do it myself. And you, Ms. Kozue, why are you drinking during work hours?"

"Liquor is the essence of grain, teacher. I'm using it to nourish my body, just like you would apply medicinal wine."

Hoshinomiya ignored Amikura's words, and so did Aoyama.

Having no intention of handing the medicinal wine over to Amikura, Aoyama sat directly on the edge of the bed, then bent down and grabbed Amikura's legs, pulling him onto the bed.

"I told you I could do it myself, Aoyama." Amikura's face flushed even more, her long purple ponytail swaying beautifully.

"A boy's palm is higher than a girl's, which allows the injured ankle to absorb the medication better."

Noticing that the Amikura was not putting up much resistance, Aoyama, while spouting nonsense, put the Amikura's foot on his lap.

He didn't want to waste this opportunity, given how well Hoshinomiya had executed his assist.

"Just like Kozue, her arguments are full of fallacies..."

After Aoyama took off her sneakers, Amikura resigned herself to her fate and stopped resisting. She sat a little further into the bed and put her other leg on Aoyama's leg to make herself more comfortable.

She didn't know when it started, but she found herself developing feelings for Aoyama.

After Shiranami pointed out her feelings in the dormitory that day, her thoughts became even clearer, and various images of Aoyama kept appearing in her mind.

His imposing figure as Student Council President, accompanied by Kamuro and Shiina, patrolling the school; his invincible presence on the soccer field, crushing all soccer club members; his lightning-fast, impactful figure at the Sports Festival.

Except for one condition that didn't apply, Aoyama was no different from the prince charming she had imagined.

Why did it have to be Xiao Fanbo's boyfriend? Although, I doubt Xiao Fanbo would mind, right?

Looking up at Aoyama, who was pouring medicinal wine into his palm, Amikura lowered his head shyly, his little feet, still wearing white socks, trembling slightly.

I wish we were still at school.

After taking off his Aoyama Amikura up his sweatpants to his calves, sighing with regret.

If they were at school, Amikura would be wearing a pleated skirt, exposing his legs, which he always thought were very beautiful and had a lovely curve.

"Remember to tell me if it hurts."

His large hand pressed directly onto the ankle, which was too fair and tender, with prominent veins, and Aoyama slowly rubbed it while gradually increasing the pressure.

"Okay, I understand..." Amikura's voice was very soft, quite different from his usual lively demeanor.

"What are you guys planning to do tonight? I hope Suzune didn't argue with you guys."

Watching the rounded toes of the Amikura unconsciously arch, Aoyama chuckled and brought up two topics.

After taking a shower in the evening, I'll have several hours of free time to connect with the students in my group, or I can hang out with the second and third-year students.

"I didn't argue with Horikita." Amikura tried to shift her attention away from her warm ankle. "Recently, we've been playing Old Maid together in the evenings, and Kiryuin joined in halfway through."

"And Kiryuin is incredibly strong; she's never lost a single time."

As the strongest girls' group in the first year, the upperclassmen group that teamed up with them was naturally also a group full of elites.

The most elite girl in the second year is undoubtedly Kiryūin Fūka, who is the only one to receive an A+ in both academic and physical abilities in the OAA assessment.

"Hey, is there any punishment for the loser?" Aoyama looked at Amikura, who had an admiring expression on his face.

Kiryuin, with his dashing and decisive demeanor, is admired not only by the girls in the second year but also by the girls in the first year.

"Of course there should be consequences for playing games, but I'll choose truth or dare for all of them."

"So the other option is truth? Amikura, are you afraid of not choosing truth when asked why?"

"Well"

As Aoyama stroked Amikura's fair ankle, he immediately noticed that Amikura's body stiffened, showing a strong reaction to his words.

In other words, Amikura was genuinely afraid of being asked questions by Ichinose and the others that he didn't want to answer.

"That must be the boy you like, right, Komako?" Hoshinomiya interjected playfully, leaning back lazily in her chair.

She felt she had seen through the Amikura's ulterior motives.

If nothing unexpected happens, the person Amikura likes is Aoyama, the man she doesn't resist touching her feet.

Compared to their hands and feet, which are always exposed, girls generally don't let men touch their private parts, let alone rub them.

"No... no, Kozue, don't talk nonsense."

The Amikura was thrown into chaos, which confirmed Aoyama's suspicions that Hoshinomiya was probably right.

"Hey, are you really just talking nonsense? I think it would be better to be honest sooner rather than later."

"Who wants to confess?"

Amikura's ponytail swayed even more violently. At this moment, Aoyama also moved his right palm away from Amikura's ankle and gently scratched the sole of her foot.

"Huh---"

Suddenly, Amikura let out a soft cry and immediately tried to pull his foot back, but Aoyama held it down and he couldn't pull it back.

"I also think that Hoshinomiya-sensei wasn't talking nonsense, Amikura."

With a mocking smile, Aoyama stared at the adorable, flustered face of the Amikura.

Chapter 287 Holding Hands

"Why are you bullying me, even Aoyama?" Amikura looked pitiful and aggrieved.

How could I possibly admit to liking my best friend's boyfriend, especially when Hoshinomiya, that big mouth, was still around?

"Because I also want to know, who is the boy that such an outstanding girl like Amikura likes?" Aoyama's right finger bone gently slid across the sole of Amikura's foot again.

"Could it be that he likes girls like Shiranami? That's putting me in a difficult position."

Her toes tensed again, Amikura pouted, quickly saying, "I like boys, and Chihiro likes boys now too."

After Shiranami pointed out that she had feelings for Aoyama, she also learned from Shiranami that the reason she had been avoiding Aoyama was because she had fallen in love with Aoyama instead.

But if I like girls, why would Aoyama find it difficult?

Belatedly realizing this, Amikura couldn't help but wonder, so she opened her pouting lips again.

"If I like girls, why are you making things difficult for me, Aoyama?"

"That's because that way I won't hear the name I want to hear from Amikura."

Releasing his foot from the Amikura, Aoyama hit a straight ball.

He knew that because of Ichinose's presence, Amikura would have many concerns, so instead of waiting, he decided to take the initiative and let Amikura know his thoughts.

"You... you... what... what do you mean?" Faced with Aoyama's serious expression, which showed no sign of joking, Amikura hurriedly pulled his legs back, hugged his knees, and sat on the bed, avoiding Aoyama's gaze.

"If it's alright, I'd like to call you Mako), or you could add 'Xiao' (小) to it."

Ignoring the mocking glances from Hoshinomiya beside him, Aoyama continued his offensive.

"If you give me even a hint, Mako, I'll dare to hold your hand."

What do you like about me...?

Staring blankly at Aoyama's outstretched left hand, Amikura felt somewhat confused.

She just came to the infirmary to get some medicine; how did it turn into a confession scene?

She was certain that she liked the exceptionally talented Aoyama, but she didn't plan to let him know her feelings immediately, nor was she prepared to face Ichinose.

She was happy to realize that Aoyama also had feelings for her, but she was also at a loss for what to do.

"She has a straightforward, cheerful, and helpful personality; she doesn't mind sacrificing herself for her friends; she's also very cute; and her long, slender legs under her swaying pleated skirt are amazing."

"I also admire the way he works out diligently at the gym. Even without anyone pushing him, Mako is working hard to improve."

Maintaining a long-term workout routine is very tiring, but after learning about the competitive nature of school life after the start of the semester, Amikura quickly began training with Ichinose, almost without fail, rain or shine.

When he first enrolled, the school rated Amikura's physical abilities as a C, which is considered average among ordinary students.

However, in the latest OAA assessment, Amikura's physical ability rating has reached B, which puts her in the top tier among girls.

"H-- Shiki."

Her lovely, fair face turned rosy and blushed, and Amikura lowered her head shyly, pressing her forehead against her knees so that no one could see it.

What's with the "great legs under that swaying pleated skirt" thing? Who confesses like that?!

She was delighted that Aoyama was paying attention to her, but she was also very shy, knowing that her face would definitely look flushed red when she got warm.

"Notification received, Komako."