Sono hanabira ni kuchizuke wa fanfic [Eris X Shizuku] Futanari!!!

Chapter 1

Apart from that, there was not a sound to be heard. However, this was not because there was no one else here. A crowd of students had gathered. They all held their breath as they watched. Amidst all these tensions, I quickly finished my calligraphy brush-strokes.

"..... Finished."

Putting down my brush, I let out a breath. As I did so, the students who had been silent until now began to talk and the classroom became lively once again.

Girl 1: "Shizuku-sama! Thank you very much!"

Even though the classes has ended, there were about 20 or 30 people in the classroom. Not all of us were classmates. Students from other classes came by to see my calligraphy. However, every time I wrote somebody's name, it felt as if more people came to watch me. It's not like it's an exhibition or anything.

Girl 1: "With this, I'm sure this weekend's concert will turn out magnificently!"

"Some of the alumnae are attending the concert, are they not? I wish you the best of luck on your event."

Girl 1: "Yes thank you very much!"

Girl 2: "But my goodness... Look at how beautiful this is. Shizuku-gozen's handwriting isn't called the most beautiful in St. Michael's for no reason."

Girl 3: "She gets excellent grades, is talented at sports, and is even implicitly trusted by all the teachers. It goes to show that a person's handwriting really does show their true character."

"Nonsense. I've practiced calligraphy ever since I was young. It's just that I've had a little more experience than other people. Your giving me too much credit."

Girl 1: "Oh my! There's no need to be so modest."

Girl 2: "That's right. Shizuku-gozen, your someone we look up to."

"Oh, please don't..."

I heaved a soft sigh from the depths of my heart. I can't even remember how long my schoolmates have had this obsession with my penmanship. It seems that once again, I've caused a great commotion over nothing. My father is a calligrapher, so I've been familiar with the art since childhood. It's only natural that my handwriting would be better than average. I feel terrible that I've caused such a great fuss in the first place. The only reason I have good grades is because I put in the effort to achieve them. Whenever I start something, I can't let it go until I understand everything about it. Perfectionism might sound like a good thing, but it really just means I'm an awkward and inflexible person. And honestly, this "Shizuku-gozen" business is way over the top as well.

Girl 2: "Of course, Shizuku-gozen's modesty is part of what makes her so wonderful."

Girl 1: "I often hear people saying that they want Shizuku-sama to be their older sister."

That "Big sister" thing again, huh? I wonder when that custom started-calling someone whom you looked up to like a close elder sister.

Girl 2: "The second year student Matsubara Yuuna is popular in that regard as well."

Girl 1: "What? Oh, yes, she's on par with Shizuku-gozen in the "St. Michael's 'Top Big Sister' Rankings."

Matsubara Yuuna... If I recall correctly, she's the president of the Environmental Protection Committee... She is a very elegant level-headed girl. Out of the entire student body, she seems to be the person most suited to being called "Big sister", even though she's a year below me. I noticed that the conversation had completely shifted to the "Big sister" topic. Furthermore, as I have completed the banner lettering, I might as well head home. I put away all my calligraphy tools and prepared to leave.

"I guess I should be off."

Girl 1: "Sh-Shall I carry your bag for you?"

"No, but thank you for asking. After all, I'm the one who used these tools so it's only proper that I carry them myself."

Girl 1: "O-Okay..."

"Besides, the ink and inkstone are quite heavy. It would simply be inexcusable of me to make someone else carry them."

Girl 2: "Ah...all right..."

Everyone obediently fell into line with my words. And so, with a light nod to all those who had gathered, I left the classroom.

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"*Sigh*..."

An unconscious sigh slipped from my lips the moment I could no longer see any particularly clingy girls following behind me. This is just another normal day in the life of Kirishima Shizuku. I should be used to it, having attended school here for more than ten years, but... Somehow, something seems missing. Sometimes I catch myself feeling that way. However, no mater how much I think about it, I just cannot figure out exactly what it is I'm missing. Indeed, I just can't help hoping... Hoping that one day I might meet a special someone to fill this void...