I am Himuro Haruki and there’s a “Saint” in my class.

Saotome Seira. She was the most beautiful and adorable girl in the school back then, or so the rumors went.

Her features were so refined that they made you wonder if her roots lay in some far-off Nordic country. She had beautiful silver hair like silk and sparkling blue eyes like jewels. Her long, slender arms and legs, and even over her uniform, you could tell she possessed a well-proportioned figure.

Above all, her elegant demeanor hinted at her upbringing in a prestigious family. And more than anything, the way she treated everyone with kindness and gentleness evoked a sense of dignity and purity.

Someone started calling her “Saint,” and the nickname naturally spread among the students throughout the school.

This beautiful girl, Saotome, sat next to me. Of course, that didn’t mean anything special.

Sometimes, I’d glance at her profile and think, “Wow, her eyelashes were so long!” or sneak a peek at her chest and be stunned, thinking, “They are… impressive…”

We were supposed to just have a relationship where we exchanged greetings occasionally, with no real conversation… until a week ago.

“Good morning, Himuro-san.”

“Ah… Good morning, Saotome-san.”

When I responded to her greeting, Saotome smiled—a smile full of compassion, like that of a saint.

Then, she took her seat. Up to this point, everything was normal.

After sitting down for a while, she took out her phone and started fiddling with it. At the same time, my phone vibrated slightly.

I received a message.

[Today is black.]

It was a message from Saotome. I instinctively looked toward the seat next to me.

Saotome smiled mischievously and winked.  

++…I don’t understand.++

For the past week, every morning, Saotome had been sending me these mysterious messages.

Today is black. Today is white. Today is blue. Today is red. Today is pink. She kept telling me about some color.

[What are you talking about?]

I sent a message back, and a reply came quickly.

[What do you think it is?]

How should I know? Or so I wanted to say, but I had a faint idea. Maybe it was the color of ++that.++

But I didn’t understand why Saotome would tell me something like that. Above all, I wondered, would the “Saint” really do something like that?

But that’s precisely why it intrigued me. Was she really telling me about what was under her skirt? Was she really wearing underwear in that color?

It bothered me.

Perhaps because of that, I couldn’t concentrate in class, and before I knew it, the third period was over. It was already lunchtime. I was thinking about what to eat in the cafeteria… when suddenly,

Someone tugged on my sleeve from behind. There stood the “Saint” herself—Saotome.

For a moment, my heart skipped a beat.

“What’s up?”

When I asked, Saotome smiled mischievously. Then she whispered in my ear.

“I’m not wearing them today.”

“…Huh?”

“Well then, see you after school, Himuro-kun…”

Saotome smiled, waved lightly at me, and left. Meanwhile, it took me a little time to understand the meaning of her words.

++Not wearing anything… What?++

++…Panties!?++

++That’s… impossible!!++

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