Mixed Match

After a short break, the gymnasium bustled with activity again as everyone prepared for the Mixed Match.

As soon as I moved over to my girls, Satsuki locked me in, not allowing me to wander back to Ryouko-san and Orimura-sensei.

“We don’t need any other boys. This idiot is enough,” Satsuki said, poking my chest, acting slightly annoyed. But with her hand clasped tightly around mine, it was clear she was taking this opportunity.

“Of course, why would we need them? But Satsuki, are we going to break records, or just have fun?” Nami chimed in, her eyes flicking to our joined hands, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

“Ask him.”

“Me? Well, I don’t care much about winning, but I sure don’t want to disappoint any of you.” I shrugged, letting my gaze sweep over all of them, making sure I conveyed my sincerity properly.

Chii giggled, “Pfft. There goes Kii’s glib tongue.”

Her giggle was contagious which lightened the mood around us even further.