11 Tall Gyarus Like Their Best Friends

“Yo, Tochika.”

“Ah, Nonoa-san. Hello.”

It was during PE class. I had just finished the 1500-meter long-distance run and was washing my face at the drinking fountain by the side of the field. The girls were also having PE on the field, though their class seemed to be doing sprints.

“Tochika, what was your time?”

“I broke five minutes.”

“Hee, that’s pretty fast, isn't it? You're so thin, but you can actually move?”

“Being thin makes you faster. My athleticism is average.”

I could have aimed for a faster time, but getting serious in PE just makes you tired. It was only April, but the weather was good and it was getting hot.

“I’m totally hopeless with sports. PE is such a drag.”

“Hmm, you don't look the part.”

Nonoa-san had her long blonde hair in a ponytail. She was wearing a white T-shirt and gym shorts, with her jersey jacket tied around her waist. She looked every bit the sporty gyaru.

“And I get so sweaty. Haa, this feels good~”

“D-Don’t be so reckless?”

Nonoa-san was pouring water over her head. I’d seen girls in sports clubs do that back in middle school, but I never expected a gyaru to follow suit.

“Ah, that’s better! Crap, I forgot a towel!”

“Please check if you have a towel before you do that!”

Naturally, Nonoa-san’s hair was soaking wet. Following Chito-chan at the beach the other day, here I was seeing another "dripping wet" girl.

“Ah, Tochika, you have a towel. Can I borrow it?”

“I just used it to wipe my face, though.”

“You always have this clean aura about you, so it's fine. If you don't mind, let me borrow it.”

“Well, use it however you like.”

When I handed the towel to Nonoa-san, she began vigorously drying her head without a moment’s hesitation. Being a gyaru, her hair probably smelled great. If I put that towel up for auction, the boys in our class would probably start a bidding war.

“Thanks for the towel. I’ll wash it and give it back.”

“No, just give it back as it is. I’m not putting it on auction—I mean, I won't be using it again today anyway.”

I took the towel back and looked toward Nonoa-san—

“Your bra is incredibly translucent right now.”

“Ah!? Hey, don't look for free!”

The water from Nonoa-san’s head had dripped onto her T-shirt, making her chest area soaking wet as if it were calculated. Her black bra, which probably would have been faintly visible from sweat alone, was now so clear I could even see the pattern.

“I don't have a hobby of paying money to see girls’ underwear anyway.”

“And I don't have a hobby of getting paid to show it! Geez... since you look after Chii, I’ll let it slide because it’s you, Tochika.”

“............”

So it was permitted. That said, a black bra on a mature beauty was a bit too much stimulation for me. Even though a black bra on a tall beauty was my absolute favorite, my embarrassment was winning out over my desire, making it impossible to stare. I wish I were more of a pervert.

“Ah, Tochika. Is your eyesight good?”

“It was 2.0 at the last eye exam.”

“Then look. Chito is about to run.”

“Eh, really?”

I looked in the direction Nonoa-san pointed with her still-translucent shirt. Out of the group of girls, an exceptionally small figure emerged. She was so small you could have identified her even with 0.5 vision; it was unmistakably Chito-chan.

Chito-chan was in a T-shirt and jersey pants, which she took off to reveal her gym shorts. She did some stretches, then started hopping up and down. Every little movement was cute. Then, she took a crouching start position—the PE teacher gave the signal.

“Wait, isn't she incredibly fast?”

Since she was running alone, it was hard to tell, but Chito-chan was clearly on a different level of speed. Her form was beautiful, and far from slowing down, she seemed to accelerate even further in the final stretch—

“Ah! Sh-She collapsed!?”

Just as she crossed the finish line, Chito-chan fell to both knees.

“Wait, wait, Tochika, she’s fine!”

“Eh?”

Nonoa-san grabbed my shoulder firmly just as I was about to run over.

“It’s a regular occurrence. Chii is great at sports, but she has zero stamina.”

“...To the point where it runs out in a hundred meters?”

Looking closer, Chito-chan was waving to the girls at the finish line and laughing. It certainly didn't look like an injury or poor health.

“Her time is faster than the track and field club’s. Chii is small and nimble, after all.”

“Like a small animal.”

“But she has no endurance. She’s working as an apprentice at her own house, but only because she doesn't have the stamina to take many shifts. She wants to work more, but—”

“Onee-san won't let her, right?”

“Ah, so you have met Sawa-san. Chii was making a huge fuss about 'Tochika-kun coming to Chitto.'”

“She knows everything, doesn't she?”

It wasn't like I was hiding anything, so I didn't mind. Nonoa-san had known Chito-chan for a long time, so it made sense she knew her sister too.

“Hey, Tochika. You're a bit of a worrier, aren't you?”

“Eh? Why?”

“When Chii collapsed, you were about to rush over immediately.”

“Isn't that obvious? Chito-chan is... at the very least, a friend.”

“You saved her from a groper, and you saved her when she fell into the sea. You're saving Chii a bit too much.”

“It’s not that I’m a worrier; it's the 'Chito-chan is dangerous' theory.”

“That part of her is cute too!”

“It’s more than just 'cute' though...”

Setting aside this 100-meter sprint, the incidents on the crowded train and at the beach were actual physical dangers.

“I used to be the one keeping an eye on her, but it’ll be a help if you're helping out too, Tochika.”

“I’ll help, of course, but I’d also like to see some self-preservation from Chito-chan.”

She’s not a baby; I want her to protect herself.

“So you're saying there has to be a benefit for you, Tochika?”

“I don't look for rewards when helping a friend. But there might be a limit to acts of pure goodwill.”

“That’s true. I don't dislike that kind of realistic talk.”

Nonoa-san spoke coolly, then for some reason, she stared at me with serious eyes. She tilted her head, thought about something for a moment, and then:

“Well, how about this?”

Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around me from behind, and my head was enveloped in a soft sensation.

“Black bra...!? The sensation through the black bra!?”

“Don't say 'black bra.' If you're going to protect Chii, you're the best candidate. It’ll make Chii happy too. And you, Tochika, like tall women like me. My boobs are pretty big, you know? As a benefit... an advance payment of a reward, isn't this enough?”

“O-Oh...”

Even through the bra, I could tell how big Nonoa-san’s chest was. Luna was big too, but this was the same or even more. I wanted to nuzzle into her and savor the sensation, but I couldn't be that reckless with a classmate.

“Ah, crap.”

“Eh? Nonoa-san, what's crap—Ah.”

The arms Nonoa-san had wrapped around me suddenly pulled away. It seemed Chito-chan’s eyesight wasn't bad either. I could see her pointing at us and making a commotion.

“She’s coming. Tochika, I’ll leave the rest to you!”

“Eh, hey, Nonoa-san!? That’s unfair!”

Nonoa-san jogged away from the field. That woman slacks off from class as easily as breathing.

“Tochika-kun!”

“Whoa, she’s surprisingly fast! I thought her stamina was—Gah!”

Displaying unexpected speed, Chito-chan charged over and slammed her head into my solar plexus with all that momentum.

“Tochika-kun, are you cheating on me with Nono!?”

“Nonoa-san is my type, but it wasn't cheating!”

“You don't have to tell me she’s your type!”

Chito-chan clung to me, looking up and glaring. From an outside perspective, wouldn't this just look like we were hugging? Plus, since she was only wearing a thin T-shirt, her softness was coming through very clearly.

“A girl really is a girl. Even one this small.”

“This isn't the time to be badmouthing me! You're the one getting scolded here!?”

“I know you don't mind being small, Chito-chan. So calling you small isn't badmouthing you.”

“Don't give me logic! Men should just be refreshing!”

“It’s not like I’m some Satsuma warrior.”

I remember a drama about Saigo-san where they said, "Satsuma men don't argue." How unreasonable.

“Tochika-kun, your refreshing looks are your only redeeming feature, after all.”

“Was that it?”

Hmm, I just think keeping up appearances is a matter of courtesy. Also, older Onee-sans tend to care quite a bit about the hair and clothes of younger guys.

“Anyway, I’m sweaty. You should move away.”

“Eh? Hmm... you don't smell bad? And... huh?”

“Wh-What?”

Chito-chan moved slightly away and pressed against my stomach.

“Tochika-kun, you're surprisingly solid... your stomach is rock hard.”

“I think I just have low body fat. It’s not like I do sit-ups or planks.”

I lifted my T-shirt to show Chito-chan my stomach. It wasn't a six-pack or anything; just a normal stomach.

“Eeeh, your stomach is so flat! It’s kind of... sexy!”

“S-Sexy?”

That was the first time in my life anyone had said that to me.

“Must be nice. Everything on me is just squishy.”

Chito-chan carelessly lifted her own T-shirt to reveal her stomach. I saw white skin and a beautiful navel. It certainly looked soft, but it wasn't sticking out; if anything, it was even flatter than mine.

“But the squishiest part isn't my stomach, it’s my chest—Hey, where are you looking!?”

“You showed me too much, Chito-chan!”

I don't know what she was thinking, but Chito-chan had lifted her T-shirt even further, giving me a glimpse of a white bra. It had a surprisingly intricate design, which caught me off guard.

“I see... it’s a bit late, but I guess you wear a bra too, Chito-chan.”

“Of course I do! If a high schooler didn't wear a bra, they’d be someone enjoying a very specific kind of roleplay!”

“Come to think of it, Luna was wearing a bra in fifth grade.”

“Y-You are familiar with Lu-kun’s bra situation?”

“Why the formal tone? No, Luna just showed it off to me when she started wearing one. She used to be so innocent.”

“I-I’ll show mine off while pretending to be innocent too! I won't lose to anyone when it comes to looking innocent!”

“I don't think you look innocent anymore, Chito-chan, so I think that’s a lost cause...”

“Then I’ll attack with allure! Showing off a bra is...!”

“Okay, that’s enough.”

Just as Chito-chan pulled her T-shirt up again—and her surprisingly large chest gave a little jiggle with the momentum—Nonoa-san suddenly appeared behind her, stopped her hands, and pulled the hem of the shirt back down.

“I thought you were about to go off the rails. Chii, you're overdoing it again. Tochika is a healthy high school boy; if you provoke him too much, he might lose control and attack you, you know?”

“Eeeh, but I need to do enough that he'll attack me!”

“It’d be a pity if you turned Tochika into a criminal.”

“Muu... that’s true. Sorry, Tochika-kun. I’ll show you my bra to make up for it.”

“You aren't reflecting at all, Chii!”

Nonoa-san wrapped her arm around Chito-chan’s neck from behind and started jokingly squeezing. Of course, she wasn't serious; it was just a charming scene of two girls playing around.

I’m not into yuri, but I didn't want to spoil the girls' fun, so I decided to make a cool exit.

“That was a bit of a shame.”

I muttered to myself as I headed back toward the decidedly uncharming group of boys.

“...Hmm?”

Wait, what did I mean by "shame"?