Why did the saint suddenly start telling me what was under her skirt? Actually, I had an idea. It all began a week ago, around the end of May.

After school that day, Saotome and I were on cleaning duty together.

Sweeping the classroom with a broom, erasing the blackboard, writing in the daily log—just trivial tasks like that. Saotome and I finished our work while engaging in a businesslike conversation.

And then, it was time to head home. 

Just as I was about to leave, my phone rang. Saotome casually reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. In doing so, something black slipped out of her pocket and fell.

++A handkerchief, maybe?++

That’s what I thought, so I picked it up.

“Saotome, you dropped something…?”

As soon as I picked it up, I realized something. It felt way too smooth to be a handkerchief.

I looked at what I was holding. It was women’s underwear—specifically, a pair of panties.

They were black, with a shiny, slightly transparent material. To be honest, they were quite sexy.

I couldn’t help but glance at Saotome. Saotome stood frozen, her mouth open in shock.

“…Huh?”

“…Eh?”

Both Saotome and I let out foolish-sounding noises. Then, in an instant, Saotome’s face turned bright red.

“Give them back!!”

Saotome snatched the panties from my hand, almost as if trying to rip them away, and then glared at me.

“…If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you.”

“Oh, uh, sure.”

++Even a saint says things like “I’ll kill you,” huh?++ While I was thinking that, Saotome ran off as if to escape.

Why Saotome had panties in her pocket, I honestly didn’t understand…

But I figured she must have had her reasons—maybe she had wet herself or something. Everyone has their bad moments, after all.

I wouldn’t laugh at her or use it as gossip. Besides, even if I said that the saint wasn’t wearing any panties, no one would believe me anyway.

So, I decided to forget about the incident… but apparently, it wasn’t the same for Saotome.

From the next morning, she started glaring at me.

Then she began avoiding me, turning her gaze away whenever I was near.

I wasn’t friends with her or anything, but since we sat next to each other, it was awkward to be treated like that. What stood out the most was how the saint, who was kind to everyone, was acting strangely only toward me.

I wanted to do something about it, and just when I was thinking that, I got a message asking me to meet behind the gym.

As for how she got my contact information, well, we were both in the class group chat, so it wasn’t surprising. Still, I’d never received a message from her directly before, and I never expected to.

++What is this about? Am I going to be accused of something…?++

Feeling uneasy, I went to the back of the gym.

“What do you want?”

“Um, well…”

Saotome, who was usually cool and composed, looked unusually anxious.

“About that… you haven’t told anyone, have you?”

“…About when I picked up ++that++?”

“Y-yes… that’s right.”

“I haven’t told anyone, and I don’t intend to.”

I answered immediately. Saotome looked slightly surprised and widened her eyes.

“Hmm, I see… It would make for an interesting story.”

She looked at me suspiciously. ++What does she think I am…?++

“I’m not the kind of person who would use someone else’s mistakes as gossip.”

“I see.”

“Besides, no one would believe it anyway. Everyone would believe you over me, wouldn’t they?”

++Which is exactly why, if Saotome ever accused me of stealing her panties, I’d be in serious trouble…++

“…I see, that’s true.”

Saotome nodded, seemingly convinced.

Then, she smiled mischievously.

“I’ll tell you something good as a thank you.”

“Something good?”

“…Fufu.”

Saotome giggled softly, her face slightly flushed, and said, “Today, I’m wearing white.”

“…Huh?”

“Well, see you tomorrow.”

Leaving me standing there dumbfounded, Saotome walked away.

And since that day, Saotome started sending me messages about what was under her skirt.

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