After leaving my apartment complex, Miyu and I were commuting on foot.
Miyu and I are in the same year, the same school, and the same class.
Miyu and I are the same height, the same weight, and the same breast.

I don’t mean that we’re two t̲i̲t̲s̲ of the same breast; what I wanted to say is that we’re around the same size. And I might have rounded up the numbers a bit. On my size.
Additionally, I’m actually slightly taller than her. I cooked the numbers because I wanted us to match.

Miyu has been completely silent ever since we left my apartment unit. Even when we passed by a lady at the entrance who also lived in the same complex, I flashed my super-beauty smile while Miyu only gave a quick bow.
Well, that’s just her usual attitude.

We’re commuting together, but Miyu isn’t matching pace at all. With quick steps, she’s already up ahead. I caught up to her and tried to lighten her mood.

「Miyutan, what’s the hurry? School isn’t going anywhere, you know?」
「Because of you, we’re going to be late. And Kuroi is going to be annoying about it.」

Kuroi is our homeroom teacher, a middle-aged man. She apparently dislikes him.

「It’s fine, just go, 『Sensei, looking handsome as always☆』 and so.」

He’ll then say, 「Hahaha, I know right? You know me.」 So easy.
He never goes, 「You think life’s that easy, brat?」 and such.
Honestly, there’s no need to butter up to him like that; he doesn’t get mad that easily.

「I hate that sort of thing.」

Miyu shot a piercing glare at me for a moment. Ooh, scary.
Even though she’s cute and pretty, Miyu doesn’t take advantage of her feminine wiles. She has her blouse properly buttoned all the way up, and her skirt is long too. High defense.

「Miyu, are you mad about something?」
「I’m not, though.」

She says that, but she sounds displeased.
As you can see, Miyutan usually gives people the cold shoulder treatment. Colder than Otzi the iceman.¹ That’s why I still find it hard to believe her to be the same person who pulled those antics in my bedroom.

Had Miyu been the type to normally act like, 「Misakitan, you’re so kyute~ You’re super wuvwy it makes me wanna smooch ya,」 it would’ve been understandable.

Incidentally, from my knowledge, this is the second time I’ve been attacked in my sleep.
Last time, I was half-asleep.
I couldn’t be sure if it was just a dream or reality.

However, thanks to my sleepy act today, I’ve gained evidence.
Finally caught you red-handed… is what I’d like to say, but I was so nervous I kept my eyes closed.

What felt like the touch of her lips… might have just been her touching a konnyaku² to my cheek. Maybe Miyu is a member of the Konnyaku Touch cult.
Because of that, I can’t be too sure yet.

As I continued walking, I secretly stole a glance at Miyu’s side profile.
Her slightly downcast yet demure face.
The puffy bob cut fits her black hair as usual.

「What…?」

She noticed. She looks at me with a leery gaze.
However, I can’t just accuse her, 「Ya kissed me when I was sleeping, didn’t you!」 in this situation.

Miyu and I don’t usually do, you know, love-related or dirty talk.
I mean, it’s not really dirty talk, but we barely discuss sexual topics in general.

Due to that, it’s kind of awkward to voice out the word ‘kiss’ and such… Anyway, I can’t do that.

And if I did ask and she seriously answers, 「Well I did? What now?」 how do I even respond?　

By the way, I’ve told her about me being a boy before, many times. As with the people, she didn’t believe me at all.

Stumped, I pulled out my best handsome guy face.
This is not me acting cool; this is me messing around.

「… Miyu, you’re gyute today, to.」

With a breathy tone, I spat out my signature phrase. I flubbed it.
Miyu immediately averted eye contact. I somehow succeeded in diverting the topic.

「Wide open!」

I then poked a finger into Miyu’s sides.
She immediately pushed my whole arm away.

With the nape of her neck bright red, she hastened her walking pace. You can practically hear her huff and puff.

Cute. If this was your only exposure to her, she’s really freaking cute…
With a big grin, I chased after her.