How To Ruin A Love Comedy

‘I wish tomorrow was a holiday.’

It was the first time she ever harbored such a thought.

It was not that she didn’t want to go to the academy.

It was just a feeling she had. How wonderful it would have been to have a day off to rest...

With no strength in her body and the late hour making it hard to maintain her condition no matter how she tried to sleep, she was worried.

Miyuki, unable to fall asleep even as 2 a.m. passed, turned her head slightly and then,

“Ugh... damn...”

Matsuda, his face contorted, caught himself before he could let out a string of harsh words.

Miyuki, catching sight of him, barely managed to suppress the laughter that threatened to burst out.

She knew all too well why Matsuda was acting this way.

‘Hehe...’

A mischievous smile spread across Miyuki’s face inwardly.

She raised her hand and gently toyed with Matsuda’s arm, which she was using as a pillow.

“Ugh...”

Another pained groan escaped Matsuda.

His arm must have been numb from serving as a pillow for so long.

She wanted to torment him more.

She wanted to wake him up.

She wanted to hear him, in his sleep-drenched voice, ask her to move aside because his arm was numb.

Though such desires blossomed within her, Miyuki quietly lifted her head from Matsuda’s arm.

Miyuki chuckled softly as she watched Matsuda curl up, tucking his own arm between his legs, and then she fetched a pillow to support her head.

She then reflected on the orgasm she had experienced for the first time in her life.

The stimulation was so intense that her memory flickers.

She thought she was going insane.

Actually, she did go mad for a moment.

Thinking back on that pleasure made her body start to heat up again.

In fact, this had been happening since she tried to go to sleep.

Both her body and mind were exhausted, and whenever she tried to rest, the memory of that pleasure kept interrupting her sleep.

“Haa...”

Miyuki, repeatedly sighing to cool her excitement, glanced at Matsuda.

He had returned to a peaceful expression.

It seemed his numbness had significantly subsided.

For some reason, feeling a sense of disappointment, Miyuki licked her lips and picked up her phone.

Being careful not to wake Matsuda, she dimmed the screen brightness to its lowest and noticed two messages.

They were from her sister, Kanna, sent around midnight.

[You’re not at your friend’s house, are you?]

Beneath the meaningful question was an emoticon of a smug cat with a smirk, as if she knew exactly where she was.

Miyuki chuckled to herself, wondering whether to share this or not.

Seeking counseling might not be a bad idea, but...

She doubted her sister, who had never had a boyfriend, would know much about it.

She was more likely to bombard her with questions after hearing her stories.

Thinking this makes her feel like she could finally get one over on her sister, who always acts so high and mighty.

The thought of Kanna, dumbfounded by the explicit details, was somewhat amusing.

As Miyuki debated whether to reply, she heard Matsuda’s voice, heavy with sleepiness.

“Ah... what are you doing...?”

“Ah... you’re awake...?”

“Yeah...”

Matsuda rubbed his arm and exhaled a long breath through his nose. Miyuki looked at him intently and asked with concern.

“Does your arm hurt a lot? Is it still numb?”

“It’s so-so... Is it raining now?”

There was something about Matsuda’s voice that she always loved, especially when he was sleepy.

It was almost like her ears were in heaven. It was the best.

Miyuki looked out the window and responded.

“Yeah... it’s.”

“You haven’t slept yet?”

“I can’t seem to fall asleep...”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have used my arm as a pillow in the first place...”

Matsuda grumbled in a playful tone that wasn’t entirely serious, then slid his arm under the pillow Miyuki was using and bent it to pull her into his embrace.

“This is better... try to sleep like this.”

“I told you, I can’t sleep...”

“Try anyway. You don’t want to be tired tomorrow...”

It was kind of funny how blatantly he was touching her waist while saying that.

Of course, she was not saying she disliked it. Matsuda’s touch had always been pleasant, as usual.

“I don’t want to sleep...”

Miyuki, placing her hand on Matsuda’s firm and comforting chest, had a sudden realization.

It was that during these emotionally charged hours, her neediness increased significantly.

To be precise, this started happening after becoming intimate with Matsuda in the wee hours.

But what could she do? She couldn’t control these feelings.

And it was not like Matsuda seemed to mind.

-Poke. Poke.

“Don’t poke me... you’ll get in trouble.”

Miyuki, hearing Matsuda’s stern voice, stiffened her index finger and jabbed it more aggressively into Matsuda’s chest.

She was being even more obstinate than a contrarian, with a mischievous glint in her actions.

Matsuda, looking at her with a slight smirk, said,

“You’re going to completely wake me up at this rate... stop it.”

“...I don’t want to.”

“I said stop.”

“I don’t want to...”

“Ha... You’re not a child...”

Matsuda, with a click of his tongue, wrapped his arms around Miyuki tightly, preventing her from moving.

Miyuki, internally rejoiced as soon as the situation went the way she wanted.

“Now, let’s really go to sleep...”

“Mhm...”

Finally responding meekly, Miyuki felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her as soon as she was enveloped in Matsuda’s arms, her eyelids growing heavy.

It seemed she would fall asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

Being in his embrace felt even cozier than a soft bed, filling her with a sense of contentment.

‘But how will I get up tomorrow...?’

With the continuous rain lately and the drop in outdoor temperature, the chilly weather made leaving the bed even less appealing.

On days like these, staying wrapped in a thick blanket, reading, and relaxing seemed ideal... but the thought of dozing off during class felt daunting.

“I don’t know...”

Miyuki whispered to herself very softly, and as Matsuda tightened his embrace, she let go of all her thoughts.

It’ll work out somehow.

Resolved to take things easy, she closed her eyes.

Today had been a good day, save for one thing.

The one disappointment was Matsuda not being able to finish with her, and she couldn’t help feeling a bit regretful about it.

Next time, she hoped they both could reach the end together. No, not just hoped—she was determined to make sure of it.

**

“Matsuda.”

An irksomely grating voice reaches my ears.

Just after waking up early, sharing a drowsy kiss with Miyuki, and having a pleasant shower. The sound more unwelcome than fingernails on a chalkboard sours my mood instantly.

“...”

“Matsuda. Wake up.”

Can’t this bastard see someone’s sleeping? Giving him a bit of leeway lately, he’s started to get too comfortable.

If he doesn’t want me going off on him in every direction, he’d better leave me be. Keep annoying me, and I might just end up going to his house as a security guard.

Sitting up, I turn to Tetsuya with a furrowed brow.

“What.”

“Ah... sorry. Miyuki said to give this to you.”

Tetsuya hands me a chocolate milk.

Wondering when she bought this, I glance at Miyuki, who’s sprawled over her desk, motionless.

She’ll probably use the time before class starts to catch up on some much-needed sleep.

Taking the chocolate milk and placing it on my desk, I ask,

“When did you go to the canteen?”

“While you were sleeping.”

“Is that so?”

“Why do both of you look so tired today?”

“What do you mean?”

“You both seem really exhausted. Miyuki said she didn’t sleep well last night... Did you, too?”

If we’re both here looking this worn out, someone should start getting a clue.

You indecisive and not-so-good-looking fool. I’d like to commend you for your remarkable obliviousness.

Didn’t he think to ask Miyuki on his way to the canteen?

What we were up to last night that’s got us dragging today? If it were her now, she might not be completely honest but would at least hint at staying up late with me... Too bad, really.

Swatting away the annoyance like an irksome fly, I flopped back onto my desk. Tetsuya, finding my reaction amusing, chuckled darkly and said,

“Did you know we’re changing seats this week?”

Just as I was about to drift into a light sleep, my ears perked up. While not a staple cliché in love comedies, seat-changing is a common one.

It’s a plot device used when the relationship between the heroine and the protagonist has significantly progressed, to facilitate scenes of them secretly flirting. However, such an event seemed unlikely here... until now.

In other words, this seat change was an exclusive event for Miyuki and me. A brand new event at that. My drowsiness vanished, and I turned my head towards Tetsuya while still lying down.

“Out of the blue, we’re changing seats? Are you sure?”

“They said it’s to refresh the atmosphere since the cultural festival just ended.”

“Really? And who told you this?”

“Just heard it from the vice-class rep.”

That’s valuable information. Thanks, Tetsuya. You’re best suited for the role of an explainer or informant. Keep living that way. Not mocking, genuinely appreciating.

“Can we choose our seats?”

“I’m not sure.”

It’d be great if the students could decide, but I’m not worried even if it’s by draw. Why? Because I have not just a guardian angel, but a guardian deity on my side.

With the protagonist’s aura that I carry, far stronger than someone like Tetsuya, and a planned exclusive event, the seat change will undoubtedly work in my favor.

Still, I should stop by the shrine today to make an offering. It’s been a while, and I owe it to them to pay my respects properly.

Nodding to myself, I glanced at Miyuki while Tetsuya was busy with his phone.

She seemed to have already fallen asleep, her small frame rising and falling rhythmically with her breath.

There were countless things I wanted to do sitting next to her. Studying, communicating through notes, playing word chain games, doodling in each other’s textbooks.

Starting with these innocent yet sweet activities, leading up to more daring and bold ones...

The anticipation was already making me giddy, but I had to hold back.

As always, jumping the gun with excitement was a no-go. Such thoughts could wait until after the seats had been changed.

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