Curtains Don’t Have Soundproofing

Faced with this question that could only be described as despairing, Imaizumi Keita’s mind was instead unusually calm.

He even had the leisure to sigh inwardly.

What a foolish woman, truly worthy of being the fake girlfriend he had chosen himself.

“Is your head filled with soy milk or something?”

Imaizumi Keita spoke bluntly, his voice full of irritation, shooting Yanami a sharp glare.

“Eh?”

Yanami Anna clearly hadn’t expected her sorrow-filled question to be met with such merciless scolding.

The gloomy expression on her face froze instantly, turning into blank confusion.

“Is this really the time to be worrying about that kind of pointless thing?”

Imaizumi Keita jerked his chin toward Shioyaki Lemon, who was still clinging tightly to him, his tone full of frustration at wasted effort.

“Take a good look at what Shioyaki looks like right now.”

Only then did Yanami Anna shift her gaze away from Imaizumi Keita’s face that had thrown her emotions into chaos and move it onto Shioyaki Lemon.

After just one look, she sucked in a sharp breath.

Shioyaki Lemon’s cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, the loose strands of hair on her forehead completely soaked with sweat and plastered tightly to her skin, her eyes unfocused and dull.

Most importantly, her entire body was hanging limply off Imaizumi Keita, her breathing rapid yet weak, looking every bit like someone who had lost consciousness.

“H-heatstroke?!”

Yanami Anna’s voice was filled with shocked disbelief.

Only then did she belatedly notice the terrifying, steamer-like heat inside the sports equipment room.

So… when Imaizumi-kun messaged to urge me earlier, it wasn’t because he was impatient, but because…

A wave of guilt and self-blame surged up instantly, draining the color from Yanami’s face.

“Mmm… Jin-kun…”

At that moment, Shioyaki Lemon suddenly muttered hazily.

She seemed completely unaware of the tense atmosphere around her, simply rubbing her cheek contentedly against Imaizumi Keita’s cool school uniform shirt and revealing a foolish, blissful smile.

“So cool… Jin-kun feels so comfortable…”

Yanami Anna’s cheeks flared up in an instant, burning uncontrollably.

You idiot Lemon.

What on earth are you saying.

“You idiot. Let go of him right now.”

Embarrassment and anger overwhelmed her reason in an instant.

Yanami Anna dashed forward in one swift step, no longer caring about anything else, grabbed Shioyaki Lemon’s arms with both hands, and forcefully pulled her out of Imaizumi Keita’s embrace.

Pulled like that, Shioyaki Lemon’s body swayed and nearly fell.

Yanami Anna reacted quickly, bending down to support her, only then realizing just how alarmingly hot Shioyaki Lemon’s body was.

Then her gaze fell on Imaizumi Keita’s hands.

“And you too.”

Yanami Anna snatched the tank top away, not caring that it was still stained with Lemon’s sweat and carried Imaizumi’s body heat, and ordered him in a commanding tone.

“Turn around.

Don’t look.”

Seeing her puffed-up, angry expression, Imaizumi Keita very obediently raised both hands and turned his back to them.

Taking advantage of this moment, Imaizumi quickly tidied up the slightly messy storage room and discreetly slipped the camera back into his pocket.

Yanami Anna snorted and began fumbling hurriedly as she helped the completely limp Shioyaki Lemon get dressed.

The process was far more difficult than she had imagined.

Shioyaki Lemon’s body was hot and soft, completely unable to cooperate.

Yanami Anna exerted enormous effort before finally managing to pull the athletic tank top back onto her, and also put the soaked T-shirt on properly.

“All done.”

She let out a long breath, fine beads of sweat forming on her own forehead as well.

“What do we do now.

We need to get her to the infirmary right away.”

Supporting Shioyaki Lemon, who was almost hanging entirely off her, Yanami Anna turned her head to look at the figure still facing away.

Imaizumi Keita turned back around and nodded.

“It’ll be hard for you alone.

I’ll help.”

As he spoke, he naturally stepped forward and supported Shioyaki Lemon’s other arm from the opposite side.

“Let’s go.”

The two of them, one on each side, supported the barely conscious Shioyaki Lemon and headed toward the infirmary.

Along the way, Shioyaki Lemon’s mind was still far from clear, her body unconsciously leaning toward Imaizumi Keita.

Whenever that happened, Yanami Anna would subtly but firmly pull her back toward herself, muttering under her breath things like “Honestly, it’s more comfortable over here.”

Imaizumi Keita pretended not to hear any of it.

…

When the infirmary door was pushed open, Nurse Kobachi Sayo, who had been napping with her head on the desk, lifted her head groggily.

“Hm.

Is a student feeling unwell?”

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and upon seeing the three at the door, all drowsiness vanished from her face.

At the entrance, a boy and a girl were struggling to support another girl who looked like she was about to pass out.

And the girl being supported was clearly trying her best to cling to the boy, while the other girl supporting her wore an openly jealous expression as she tried to pull her away.

What kind of classic youth melodrama is this.

A knowing look, born of adult insight, flashed through Nurse Kobachi Sayo’s eyes.

“Sensei,”

Imaizumi Keita spoke first, breaking the delicate balance.

“My friend seems to have heatstroke.

Could you please take a look at her.”

As he spoke, he and Yanami Anna worked together to help Shioyaki Lemon lie down on the infirmary bed.

“And also,” he paused and pointed at his own forehead.

“I feel a bit dizzy too, so please check me as well.”

“Heatstroke.

Alright, I understand.”

Nurse Kobachi Sayo immediately switched into work mode.

She first walked to the bed, skillfully took out a thermometer, and checked Shioyaki Lemon’s eyelids and general condition.

Then she walked over to Imaizumi Keita and felt his forehead temperature with the back of her hand.

“Mm.

You’re fine, just showing mild symptoms.

The one on the bed, though, is a typical case and needs to rest properly here in the infirmary.”

Nurse Kobachi Sayo returned to her desk and took out two bottles of sports drink and some disposable paper cups from the cabinet.

“You two have both been sweating a lot.

Replenish your electrolytes first.”

“Thank you, sensei.”

Imaizumi Keita took the drinks, twisted the caps open, and poured a cup for both himself and Yanami.

Yanami sat on a nearby chair, silently sipping in small mouthfuls, her gaze never leaving Shioyaki Lemon, who was still murmuring incoherently on the bed.

“Which class are you all from.

I need to inform your homeroom teacher.”

Nurse Kobachi Sayo took out a record book, preparing to make notes.

“My name is Imaizumi Keita.

Class 1-C.”

“I’m Yanami Anna.

Also Class 1-C.”

“And the student on the bed?”

“She’s Shioyaki Lemon.

Also from Class 1-C.”

Imaizumi Keita replied.

“Alright, I understand.”

Nurse Kobachi Sayo nodded and wrote it down.

“I’ll notify your homeroom teacher.

You’ll all rest here for this period.”

After saying that, she looked up at Yanami, who was sitting there drinking quietly.

“Then Imaizumi and Shioyaki will stay here to rest.

Yanami, if you’re fine, you can return to class first.”

“Eh?”

Hearing this, Yanami Anna instinctively glanced toward the bed, then secretly looked at Imaizumi Keita.

Leave now and leave a lone boy and girl…

No.

Leave Imaizumi alone with an unconscious, beautiful girl.

You’ve got to be kidding.

Although rationally she knew Imaizumi wasn’t the kind of person to take advantage of someone, emotionally, just thinking about what she had seen in the storage room made her completely uneasy.

Yanami Anna showed hesitation, then finally made up her mind.

Facing Nurse Kobachi’s puzzled gaze, she didn’t shy away at all and instead declared righteously.

“Sensei, he’s my good friend.

He’s not feeling well, so it’s only natural for me to stay and look after him.”

She paused, then as if recalling something, glanced back at the unconscious Shioyaki Lemon on the bed and added pointedly toward Imaizumi Keita, her voice low but perfectly clear.

“Besides, if I let you be alone with Lemon again, who knows what might happen.

I don’t want to end up having to deal with something even more troublesome for you later.”

“Alright.”

Nurse Kobachi Sayo, who had taken in everything, now wore an even more obvious “I understand” expression.

She stood up, walked to the bedside, and with a swift motion pulled the blue curtain completely closed, separating the bed from the rest of the room and forming a relatively private space.

After doing so, she didn’t forget to remind the two behind the curtain.

“Even though people outside can’t see what’s happening inside, curtains don’t have any soundproofing effect.

If you plan to do anything, remember to think carefully about the consequences.”

With that done, she returned to her desk and sat back down.

She didn’t look again at the two young people, each harboring their own thoughts, and instead lifted her head to study a strangely shaped stain on the ceiling.

Youth really is wonderful.