Shimizu-san and the King’s Ga 3
“Give a mont to prepare.”
“Sure…Shimizu-san, are you actually nervous about holding hands?”
“I told you I’m not!”
“If that’s the case, then we should be able to hold hands right away, right?”
“Ugh..”
Shimizu-san had a look of agony for a few seconds, but then, as if making so kind of decision, she t my gaze.
“…I am…”
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Could you say that one more ti?”
“I said I’m nervous! I’ve never held hands with anyone, so of course I’d be a little nervous, no matter who it is.”
So Shimizu-san hadn’t experienced holding hands with anyone before. It seed that my guess was off.
The mont I realized that, the prickly feeling I had seed to vanish.
“Happy now? Let’s go. Give your hand!”
“O-okay.”
I extend my right hand to Shimizu-san again, and without hesitation, she firmly grasps it with her left hand.
More than ten minutes must have passed since we set out. Finally, Shimizu-san and I have returned to the club room.
“Ah, you two are finally back.”
“Here, happy now?”
Saying that, Shimizu-san tossed the plastic bottle toward Ai-san, who managed to catch it sowhat frantically.
“Nice catch!”
“Don’t praise yourself.”
“Did you two hold hands properly on the way?”
“Of course we did.”
“And what do you say, Mio-chan, our watchdog?”
“Just like Shimizu-san said, they held hands the entire ti except for when they were buying the juice.”
A voice ca from behind us, and turning around, there was Seto-san.
Judging by what Ai-san said, it seems Seto-san had been secretly watching Shimizu-san and .
I hadn’t noticed her at all.
“Okay, then mission complete!”
“Satisfied now?”
“Absolutely. Anyway, how long are you two planning to hold hands?”
Neither Shimizu-san nor I said anything, but we both let go of each other’s hands at the sa ti.
“What, you’re letting go? You know you can hold hands even without being told to, right?”
“Who would want to hold hands without being forced?”
“You say that, but Kei, you looked like you wouldn’t mind continuing to hold hands.”
“I did not! Don’t take this person’s words seriously, Hondō!”
“O-okay.”
“You seem a bit flustered, how cute. So, Daiki-kun, how did it feel to hold hands with Kei?”
I wonder when I’ll be able to predict Ai-san’s curveball questions.
“I was pretty nervous. Holding hands like that is nerve-wracking.”
“Hmm, what do you say, Kei-san?”
“Don’t ask ! What Hondō thinks has nothing to do with …Let’s move on.”
“You’re not being honest. Well, it did take longer than I thought, so let’s hurry and choose the next King!”
“Who’s the king!”
I check the stick I’ve drawn. It says ‘King’ on it.
“I drew the king.”
“I see, then the next King is Daiki-kun. Now, King, please give us your command.”
“Um, I command that the number ‘one’ person will continue to imitate an animal of my choice until soone else guesses what it is.”
“Oh! That’s an interesting command! So, who is the number one?”
“.”
Seto-san raised her hand.
“Alright, you two get ready.”
I type the na of a certain animal into my smartphone and show it to Seto-san.
“Alright…”
“Are you ready? Then, let’s start the imitation!”
Seto-san first slowly stands up, and then shapes her hands like cat paws.
“Growl…”
“Pfft..”
It was a complete monotone impersonation, but unexpectedly, Shimizu-san burst out laughing.
“Right, a lion!”
Ai-san answered energetically.
“Close, but that’s not it.”
“In that case, it must be Kei when she’s in a bad mood!”
“Are you calling an animal close to a lion!?”
Seemingly at her limit, Shimizu-san retorted.
“Hey Ai, don’t turn this into a cody show.”
“Got it. Okay then, Mio-chan, please continue.”
“Growl…”
The reply has transford into that of a wild beast.
It seems like she’s trying to fully get into the character of the animal I choose.
After pondering for a mont, Seto-san started moving closer to .
“Grrr.”
She lets out a growl while tapping my backpack with her hands still shaped like cat paws.
“Um, Seto-san? There’s no Dorayaki left in my bag, you know?”
“Grrr…”
The growl seems a bit less energetic this ti.
As I was thinking that maybe I should have bought one more Dorayaki, I felt a gaze on .
Looking around, I noticed Shimizu-san glaring intensely at .
“Right.”
“S-Shimizu-san?”
“A female panther. (女豹)”
“C-correct.”
The real answer was simply a ‘panther(豹)’, but it seems okay to count it as correct.
Actually, I feel like it has to be counted as correct.
(TN: In JP slang, 女豹, can be used taphorically to describe a girl who is aggressive or assertive, especially in a romantic or sexual context.)
“Wow, Kei, you’re sharp!”
Ignoring Ai-san’s words, Shimizu-san turned towards Seto-san.
“Hey, it’s over now, Seto.”
“…Huh, my heart had fully transford into a leopard’s.”
“A leopard wouldn’t want Dorayaki.”
Sohow, it seems like the relationship between Shimizu-san and Seto-san has improved compared to before.
I wonder if sothing happened between them that I’m unaware of?
“Alright, now that Mio-chan has returned to human form, let’s move on to the next round!”
“Next ti, I’ll be the king…”
“Looks like I’m the king again!”
“Why is it you again…”
The King’s Ga third round. Ai-san beca the King for the second ti.
Maybe Ai-san is incredibly lucky.
“Now, who should I choose next? Should I choose Mio-chan?”
“Don’t.”
“Oh, too bad, I got rejected. Then maybe I’ll choose Kei.”
“If you think you can guess my number, then try it!”
“You said it! Then, my command is: Number three should do a ‘kabe-don’ on the number four person and say a cool line.”
This pattern… I have a bad feeling about this.
Checking my number once more, it was just as I had expected: it was ‘three.’
“…Number three is .”
“…What?”
“Kei, What did you say? I couldn’t hear, you were too quiet.”
“This has to be cheating! There’s no way you could consecutively get the numbers you aid for!”
It seems that it was Shimizu-san who drew number four.
Indeed, Ai-san has already beco the King twice and has been giving orders to the people she aid for every ti. So far, she’s been spot-on.
It’s not unreasonable for Shimizu-san to be suspicious.
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