The Delinquent Shimizu-san Sitting Next to Me Has Dyed Her Hair Black-Chapter 7Volume 2 .2 - Shimizu-san and the Kings Game

Shimizu-san and the King’s Game 2

“The right to refuse a command is necessary, but making all commands unacceptable would ruin the fun.”

“…Yeah, that might be true.”

“Since Yousuke seems satisfied, let’s move on to the next question. Does anyone else have anything to ask?”

“Not at the moment for me.”

“Okay, how about the rest of you juniors? Any questions?”

“None for me.”

“Me neither.”

All eyes in the club turn to Shimizu-san.

“…None for me either.”

“Alright, that concludes the explanation of the King’s Game rules. Let’s get the game started!”

“Who’s the king?”

“It’s me, I’m the king!”

“It’s you?”

“It seems that Lady Luck favors me.”

This time, the King is Ai-san.

I wonder what kind of command she will give this time.

“Who should be my target this round?”

Ai-san says this while scanning the room.

I instinctively averted my eyes.

“Ah, you looked away? In that case, maybe I’ll choose Daiki-kun.”

“You can’t just choose someone like that!”

While that’s true, saying it now feels like I’m jinxing myself.

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“You said it, huh? Then let me show you my power. Command: the people with the numbers two and four must go hand-in-hand to the vending machine and buy a juice!”

I see, the King can give commands to multiple people at the same time.

Come to think of it, I haven’t checked my number yet. I look at the slip in my hand; it reads ‘four.’

“Who are the people with numbers two and four?”

“I’m number four.”

“Okay, the other person, please raise your hand quickly.”

After a few seconds, someone reluctantly raises her hand.

“…I’m number two.”

“Alright then, Daiki-kun and Kei, go hand-in-hand and buy some juice. Here’s the money.”

“Ah, thank you.”

Saying this, Ai-san hands me 200 yen.

“Hey, I want to refuse, so let’s have a vote.”

“Really, a vote already? Well, fine. Yousuke-san and Mio-chan, is this command acceptable or not? Raise your hand if it’s not. Go!”

Only Yousuke-san raised his hand.

“Hey, Seto!”

“If today was a weekday, I’d say no. But today is a day off and the school is not very crowded. So there’s not much worry about being seen by many people. It’s barely acceptable.”

“In that case, please proceed with the command. Oh, by the way, if you let go of each other’s hands at any point other than when buying the juice, you’ll have to start over.”

“Grrr…I’ll remember this for later…”

Shimizu-san seems genuinely frustrated.

“Try it. Now hurry up, you two, and hold hands.”

“Shimizu-san, let’s get this over with quickly, shall we?”

I stand up and offer my hand to Shimizu-san.

“Wait a second.”

Saying this, Shimizu-san closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

Does it really require that much resolve?

“…Let’s hold hands.”

“Okay.”

Shimizu-san’s left hand gradually approaches my right hand. As her hand gets quite close, I grasp it.

“Hyaa—”

An unexpected squeal comes from Shimizu-san. Then her face turns beet red as she glares at me.

“Sorry, did I grip your hand too hard?”

“…Pretend you didn’t hear that squeal.”

“Uh, okay.”

“Fine, let’s go.”

Thus began our journey to the vending machine, with me and Shimizu-san hand in hand.

Several minutes after leaving the clubroom, we still hadn’t reached the vending machine.

The reason is that the school on this day off was surprisingly crowded.

We had to hide in the shadows to avoid being seen by people and sometimes even backtrack.

Also, the vending machine was quite a distance away from the clubroom to begin with.

“There are more people in the school on a day off than I thought.”

“That’s true.”

Shimizu-san says this while still remaining vigilant of our surroundings.

Seeing Shimizu-san so cautious, I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t yet commented on her hairstyle today.

“It’s a bit late to say this, but you have your hair half-up today, Shimizu-san.”

“Why bring that up out of nowhere? What’s wrong with it?”

“No complaints here. I just thought it suits you.”

“…Is that so?”

“Your usual long hair makes your beautiful hair stand out too, but this half-up style gives off a totally different impression from usual, so I think it’s nice.”

“N-no one asked you to go that far!”

Shimizu-san’s grip on my hand tightens.

“My hand’s starting to hurt a bit.”

“Ah, sorry…”

The pressure suddenly decreases.

I feel that Shimizu-san’s hand is warmer than before.

“Shimizu-san, your hand feels warmer now. Are you okay?”

“…It’s just your imagination.”

“Is that so?”

“What else would you have me say?”

“I was wondering if Shimizu-san is also nervous like me.”

“What?”

“I’ve never experienced holding hands like this before. To be honest, my heart’s pounding. Aren’t you nervous, Shimizu-san?”

There’s no response from Shimizu-san.

Did I say something wrong?

Just as I start to worry, Shimizu-san finally speaks.

“I’m different. Holding hands like this doesn’t embarrass me at all…”

For some reason, Shimizu-san’s voice is softer than usual.

“Is that so? Then maybe it was just my imagination that your hand felt warm.”

“Yeah, it was. Come on, let’s go already.”

“Alright.”

I wonder if Shimizu-san has ever held hands with someone before.

If that’s the case, it would make sense that she’s not nervous.

The thought of that makes my heart feel a little prickly for some reason.

Several more minutes pass, and we finally arrive at the vending machine.

Ai-san said we could let go of each other’s hands when buying the drink, so I temporarily released Shimizu-san’s left hand.

“Ai didn’t specify which type of juice to get, so I’ll pick something at random. Ai can drink pretty much anything. Put in the money Ai gave us.”

“Got it.”

I inserted the money that we got from Ai-san into the vending machine.

Without hesitation, Shimizu-san chooses soda.

“I’ll keep the change.”

“Alright, I’ll hold onto the sparkling water.”

“Okay, then let’s hold hands again.”

I extend my right hand towards Shimizu-san once more.