The Self-Proclaimed “Normal” Guy of The S-Class Academy

earsing their performances in the hall.
Every member’s face is serious.
I could hear the spirit in their voices and movements.
They are much more enthusiastic than the baseball team I saw practicing the other day.

The status of the drama club is not so high in this Teikai Academy.
It is because they do not have a good track record.
The club’s activities take place in a seedy hall like this.
Past achievements are more important than current passion.
That is the rule of this school.

　If that is the case, then I will defy the rules.

“I really don’t have much to say.”

“Uwa, thank you!　I look forward to working with you!”

　The director squeezed my hand tightly.

“I’ve got a quick question for you.
It’s about Shirasagi Isami-kun.”

　I was surprised.

“He’s been a member of a theater company since he was a child, and he’s a good actor.
He is somewhat stiff or doesn’t seem to fit in with our club.
There are rumors that he’s dating Princess Rua, but if that’s the case, he should be more flirtatious.”

“He just transferred here, so it can’t be helped, right?”

　The director groaned, “Hmm.”

“It’s not like that.
For example, he changes clothes and takes breaks separately from the other male members.
It’s like he’s avoiding them.”

“What’s the reason?”

“I don’t know.”

Fumu…..

　I wonder if it has something to do with that wistful look he’s giving me.

“He’s just taking a break in the back.
You’re welcome to talk to him if you’d like.”

　I left the hall and headed for the room next to it.
Apparently, he was using that room as a waiting room.

　I knocked on the door and called out to him.

　No answer.

　I said, “Excuse me,” and opened the door to find no one there.
I saw a bag on the desk, which I guessed belonged to Shirasagi Isami.
He might have gone to buy some juice.

　I heard the sound of running water coming from somewhere.

　I look around the room and see a corner with curtains.
Someone seems to be behind it.

　I opened the curtain and found myself in the shower room.
I rarely visit the student hall, so I had no idea.
I didn’t know this room had a shower.

　In a basket on the floor, the boys’ uniforms were neatly folded.
The color of his tie indicated that he was in the middle school.

　But it wasn’t the uniform that caught my eye.

“…………”

　A pure white bra and panties lay on top of the uniform.
Both have cute one-pointed ribbons on them.
It’s just plain underwear with an emphasis on [functionality, and yet I want to make it as pretty as I can!]

　A white bandage-like cloth is placed next to the underwear.

Is this a ” bandage”?

“………………”

　Behind the polished glass, someone is taking a shower.

　It is the owner of this men’s uniform and women’s underwear.

　Even through the glass, I could see that (s)he had a well-developed body.
The overall silhouette was mellow, with perky br*asts and buttocks.
Especially, her breasts.
They were more like Amane-chan’s and less like the chairman’s.
It would be hard to hold them down with a bandage.

　Perhaps immersed in that sense of freedom, he, or rather, she, behind the polished glass, is humming faintly.
She seemed to be enjoying herself.
That’s why she didn’t notice my intrusion.

　I left the room, careful not to make a sound.

　Leaning against the hallway wall, I took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling, and organized my confused thoughts.

So, here’s the thing.

My former childhood boyfriend is a ” girlfriend”.