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Even the longest night eventually passes. When Kuze Masachika stepped into the classroom, the early morning sunlight shone through the curtains, bringing a fresh atmosphere.
"Mmm—it's rare for me to be here this early." He walked to his seat, put down his backpack, and took a refreshing stretch. He had slept soundly last night, leaving him refreshed this morning; even though he had been woken up by that "mischievous brat" who made him laugh and cry, he felt like he had endless energy. "Might as well do some cleaning... eh?"
He suddenly discovered that the desks and chairs all around were tidy, and the floor was spotless, as if it had already been carefully cleaned.
Clatter—
The classroom door was pushed open. Kuze Masachika looked up to see the silver-haired girl looking exhausted, walking into the room with soft, unsteady steps. Did she do the cleaning for me? Masachika was secretly shocked. How much earlier than me did she arrive? Did she leave home before dawn?
"Good morning, Alya."
"...Oh, good morning, Masachika."
Today, Alya seemed exceptionally distracted, unable to focus. Her usually neat, clean, and flawless appearance had flaws; even the red flower ribbon by her ear was tied crookedly. Though her uniform was buttoned to the top, it was clearly misaligned by one hole, and the fabric was wrinkled and messy.
"For you to get up this early, it must be about to snow." It was the usual sarcasm, but because of the weakness in her voice, it didn't seem as sharp.
"Alya-san, you've really mastered the essence of Japanese..."
Kuze Masachika responded helplessly. Suddenly, he stared at Alya's chest and furrowed his brows. Although it was rude to do so, for the perfection-seeking Alya to make such a blunder made him feel like the sun had risen in the west.
"W-what is it, Masachika?" Noticing his gaze, Alya was unusually flustered today, instinctively clutching her collar and not daring to meet his eyes. "Is... is there something wrong with me?"
"You buttoned it wrong."
"Ah, this, this..." Alya looked down, her first reaction being to unbutton it. She immediately realized the situation and, face turning red, gripped her collar tight, unwilling to show even an inch of skin. "I... I'll go to the restroom in a bit to fix it."
"Today's cleaning..."
"I did it! Isn't it... isn't it our turn for duty today? So I just did it first."
Kuze Masachika squinted, crossing his arms and looking at Alya's face suspiciously.
"Alya, nothing happened, right? You don't look very well."
"W-what could happen to me... Oh right, yesterday, yesterday I went with my sister to stay over at a friend's house! Yes, a stayover. They stayed up quite late, so I didn't rest well."
"A stayover?"
Masachika was even more confused. He had moved up from the same middle school as Alya; didn't he know her? Cold as ice, with no friends to talk to except himself—whose house could she stay over at? Her sister's friend's house? Was she the type of person to do that?
"How rare. Usually, I'm the one staying up late playing mobile games and watching anime, but today I actually rested better than you, Alya. That's unusual."
"..."
Alya's expression was subtle; she lowered her head and said nothing.
Masachika thought the whole thing was strange but felt it wasn't right to pry into her family's private affairs. As his gaze followed her downcast look, he noticed that on her shapely, long legs, her white over-the-knee stockings were stained with a large patch of moisture.
"How did that happen? Did you step in a puddle?"
Alya's eyes panicked for a moment.
"Do you think I'm like you? I got splashed by a passing truck. It's my fault for being too close to the road. Anyway, I have spare stockings, so it doesn't matter."
"Who are you saying spaces out all year round..."
"I say, Masachika-kun," Alya went silent for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject. "You and Suou-san ran for student council president together in middle school, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"...I'm asking, do you really not plan on joining the student council?"
Hearing this question, a hint of impatience and annoyance surfaced on Masachika.
"Why are even you asking now..."
"Answer me!"
"Yes, I don't plan on joining."
"Then if I..." Alya suddenly paused. "Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything."
While Masachika was still surprised, he saw the silver-haired beauty slide her thumb into the top of her stocking, slowly peeling down the white fabric to reveal her skin. The white stocking was rolled up, exposing her tender, shapely leg. As Alya moved, the flesh tone shimmered slightly, appearing even more dazzlingly white than the stockings themselves...
Masachika didn't dare look any longer and turned his head away.
Alya endured the sticky sensation as she peeled them off bit by bit. She let out a breath and looked up, seeing the handsome boy had turned his head away, looking so innocent he didn't even know where to put his hands. Suddenly, an impulse for mischief surged up, making the corners of her mouth lift.
"I say..."
She crossed her legs—one bare leg draped over the other leg still in its white stocking. The visual impact of the asymmetrical beauty was incredibly strong. Alya's face was slightly red as she gave a teasing smile.
"Can you help me get the spare stockings from my locker?"
"Haah?"
"I've already taken these off, so my feet can't touch the ground. You saw that."
As if I'd dare to look! Masachika felt as if his gaze was being pulled by a magnet, and he forced it back. "Can't you just..."
"Go! Do! It! Now!"
Masachika met her eyes for a moment before being the first to lose, raising his hands in surrender. He took the white over-the-knee stockings from the locker; the girl's personal garment was unexpectedly smooth, and the sensation in his palm was wonderful. He tried his best not to imagine that sensation wrapping around Alya's legs—the feeling of stroking them...
"Help me put them on."
"HAAH?!"
"This is your reward, isn't it?"
"Exactly, it's a reward! (Immediate response)"
Alya's face flushed as she lowered her head and whispered a mumble.
"It's the same for me too. (Russian)"