Once Masachika finished taking pictures of everyone who wanted one, a voice called out to the students from the side.
“Second-year students! I have your gym clothes here! Please make sure your name is written on the name tag before you take your clothes!”
Meanwhile, Masachika raised an eyebrow as he watched one of the members of the handicraft club approach them, carrying a black plastic bag.
“Professor Side Slit?”
“Hey, Kuze. What’s up? Doing a photo shoot?”
“Yeah, everyone kept asking me to take their picture…”
“Really? Nice,” said Professor Side Slit, nodding with pure joy until she stopped in front of Masachika, and her expression became gravely serious.
“Give me the pictures.”
“No.”
“Why?!”
“Because I have image rights!”
“My girls have rights, too!”
“Are you talking about your costumes?”
“Yes!”
“Listen, Pro-Slit.”
“That’s not my name, but go on.”
“Clothes…don’t have rights.”
“Maybe legally.”
“What kind of argument is that?”
“Kuze, in my club, humans are accessories for clothes.”
“What the…?! Sounds like a horror movie. I don’t even know what you’re talking about anymore.”
“Put simply, even when taking pictures, the clothes are the real stars while whoever’s wearing them just happens to be there.”
“Sorry. I feel listening any longer is only going to twist how I see the world, so I’m going to head back to work.”
Although Masachika’s job was to guide those who had finished the race and assist them if needed, he didn’t have much to do during the race itself. So after making an excuse to leave, he returned to the finish line, only to find that Professor Side Slit was following him.
“Stop following me. You have work to do, too.”
“Don’t worry.”
“About what?”
The moment those words escaped his lips, the third-year girls started emerging from the tent one after another.
“Ooo! Check out Narahashi wearing a traditional Chinese gown!”
Elena, the second runner, waved to the crowd as she sprinted down the track, her long legs on full display, thanks to the deep—very deep—slits in her skirt.
That was when Masachika was tapped on the shoulder and turned around, only to be met by Professor Side Slit’s smug grin while she silently pointed to herself with her thumb.
“…”
“Yeah, I know. It’s obvious you made that. Stop trying to show off like you don’t even need words to show how great you are,” he ranted, almost wanting to roll his eyes at the fact that she’d come all the way over to do that. He then shifted his gaze back toward Elena.
“Anyway, those slits are way too high. Elena’s tall, so she can get away with it, but if anyone else wore that, you’d easily be able to see their butt.”
“That’s why it has strings. You’d only need to make a few adjustments, and you wouldn’t be able to see a thing.”
“Uh-huh… I’m just surprised that Elena seems to be confident wearing that… Oh, wait. She’s starting to look a little embarrassed.”
“She’s surprisingly so innocent, isn’t she?”
Elena beautifully crossed the finish line in first place, a hint of shyness flushing her cheeks.
“Yay!”
“Congratulations, Elena… Your gym clothes are over there.”
“What? Why does it seem like you’re trying to get rid of me? I heard you were doing a photo shoot for all the girls after the race.”
“You heard wrong.”
“I saw you taking pictures. Come on, take my picture.”
“Fine…”
“Yay! Check it out.”
The moment Masachika raised his smartphone, Elena grabbed the back of her Chinese gown with a mischievous grin and made it flutter in the air.
“Weee!”
“Yeah, so sexy. Wow.”
“Hey?! Could you at least make it sound like you mean it?! Besides, isn’t there something else you want to tell me?”
“You’re blushing. Stop embarrassing yourself.”
“What?! My face is red because I just got done running!”
“I hear that Chinese medicine is good for palpitations and shortness of breath.”
“Stop treating me like an old lady! I’m only eighteen years old! Check out this tight body!”
“A real eighteen-year-old girl wouldn’t be bragging like that.”
“Come on, Kuze. Why are you so mean to me?”
“This is how I always act around girls I’m close to. Right?”
“Yep,” Professor Side Slit said in agreement, inspiring Elena to theatrically cover her mouth in shock, as if she were trying to hold back her tears.
“I can’t believe you! I thought I was special!”
“…Well, I definitely have no filter around you…so I guess that makes you special in a way.”
“See? See! I am special! Oh, Kuze. You’re such a playboy.”
“A ‘playboy’? Who says that anymore?”
“Are you calling me an old hag?!”
“I didn’t say that. Anyway, hurry up and let me take your picture,” grumbled Masachika as he looked down at his phone.
“Get out of the picture. Nobody asked for the designer to join,” he added, with a reproachful glare toward Professor Side Slit, who decided it was only natural that she would stand next to Elena.
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