[CH.83] Body Measurement
The next day, Haruka apologized to Yoko-san, who had come to pick her up, for the trouble she had caused so far. Then, while in the car, she explained the reasons for not being proactive in her work until now. Yoko-san, in turn, expressed regret and apologized for not fulfilling her role as a manager to protect the child actors she was responsible for.
"Since we've both apologized, let's think about the future rather than dwelling on the past."
As it seemed like it could turn into a back-and-forth of apologies, I took the liberty of interjecting. Haruka seemed to feel a bit relieved after letting it out, but she probably hadn't completely let go of it yet.
Yoko-san probably didn't want to push Haruka back into a negative mindset, so I believe she'll carefully arrange things to help Haruka gradually return to work. Take it easy, without rushing, and let your emotions settle.
I also need to do my best so as not to lose to Haruka. For now, let's focus on the physical measurements and sports tests that will take place throughout today. I wonder if I crammed this many events into my schedule when I first entered middle school in my previous life. Maybe it's because it's a private school, or perhaps the fact that I've changed where I live has something to do with it.
After thanking Yoko-san and getting out of the car, I headed to the classroom with Haruka. Since Haruka's classroom was ahead, we parted ways there, and I entered my own classroom. When I greeted classmates close to my seat with a "good morning," they responded a bit awkwardly, but at least they responded.
Many of us, like Haruka and me, took the entrance exam as friends, but it seems quite a few people ended up in different classes. It's only been a few days since the start of school, so many are observing and getting a feel for things. The hushed conversations around me are probably between friends who have bonded through club activities or have known each other from before.
As I sit at my desk lost in thought, the teacher enters the classroom and explains today's schedule. It's not just height and weight; they're even checking our eyesight, which feels quite thorough. The internal medicine doctor will use a stethoscope to listen to our heart and lung sounds, and I thought it would be nice if it were a female doctor. There's a strong resistance to being touched by an adult man, but female doctors are already in short supply, so it's probably going to be a male doctor.
I don't think doctors have any malicious intentions, and most of them are dedicated to their duties. But since this is a matter of my own discomfort regardless of what the other person thinks, ultimately, being on the side of the issue, I have to find a way to endure.
Lost in these thoughts, I realize that the teacher's explanation has ended. Since it's an all-girls school, and there are only girls in the classroom, it seems we'll be changing right here. Some girls nonchalantly change out of their uniforms without hesitation, while others fidget and start changing with a shy, embarrassed demeanor, showcasing the differences in personality. I'm more of the type that feels a bit embarrassed to show my skin to others, so I start changing with a bit of hesitation.
When you're close friends, it's not a big deal to bathe together. However, since I haven't built a relationship beyond that with my classmates, it's almost like being with strangers. Well, that can be embarrassing.
Because we're all first-year middle school students, it seems like everyone has just started experiencing puberty. Many girls wear sports bras or simple first bras. Some only wear camisoles or go braless. It made me realize that everyone grows at their own pace.
While thinking about such things as I took off my uniform, my chest was suddenly grabbed with both hands.
"Ah!?"
"Wow, your breasts are big! Is there a trick to growing them?"
Surprised and feeling a strange sensation as my chest is being touched by someone else, I unintentionally let out a strange sound. Without reacting to my response, the person who suddenly touched my chest calmly asks such a question in a relaxed tone. Not knowing what to do, I appeal for her to let go for now, but she seems not to hear and continues moving her fingers.
"That child is in trouble, isn't she?! Let go of her quickly!!"
I heard a shouting voice from behind, and then a dull sound like 'thud!' as both hands immediately released from my chest. Unconsciously, I covered my chest with both hands and glanced behind. The child who had probably been touching my chest was holding her head, squatting down in pain. Behind her, I saw a girl rubbing her own clenched fist with the palm of her other hand. If you hit someone's head with a strong fist, it must hurt a lot unless your hand is exceptionally sturdy.
"A-Are you okay? I'm sorry, my friend did something stupid. Come on, stop groaning and apologize too!"
The girl, who until a moment ago had tears in her eyes and was clutching her fist, turned towards me and said so. In the latter half, she shouted angrily at the girl who had been hit. When the girl, who was glaring at the girl who had been accused of sexual harassment, showed her clenched fist as if to threaten, the girl apologized softly, saying, "I'm sorry." Well, I was just surprised by the suddenness and not really angry, so I quickly accepted the apology.
"Um, I think you're Matsuda-san, right? It's embarrassing that this is the first meeting, but I'm Mutsumi Kawamoto. I'm in the softball club. I'd be happy if we could be friends. Come on, introduce yourself too."
"I'm Akari Miki, in the softball club. Nice to meet you."
"You're the one at fault, so why are you acting all self-righteous!"
Saying that, Kawamoto-san's iron fist exploded again on Miki-san's head. They're probably close friends, but the unexpected turn of events left me bewildered. Leaving Miki-san, who was once again holding her head and groaning, Kawamoto-san started talking to me.
"I'm sorry, but this girl seems to like fondling the breasts of her classmates lately. All of us first-year club members got hit too, though. I'm glad she didn't mess with the seniors. If she'd messed with the third-years... If I didn't do it well, all the first-year students might have been jointly responsible for making me do a tough practice menu.''
"Uh, no, it's okay. I was just really surprised."
When she said this while shaking her head, Kawamoto-san seemed somewhat relieved, even though she hadn't done it, and said, "Thank you." However, what exactly was her purpose when she fondled the breasts of all her classmates at the club?...It makes no sense, so I'm a little put off by it.
It's true that my breasts have been expanding faster than ever, but they're not at the level of big breasts. But if she was fondling the breasts of other first-year students, it doesn't seem like her purpose was to have larger breasts.
Somehow, the number of people had decreased considerably before I knew it. When I looked at the clock, it was almost time for the chime to ring, so I hurriedly changed and left the classroom with Kawamoto-san and the others. In the hallway, Miu-chan was waiting, leaning against the wall. It seemed she was planning to move with me. Since we were all together, we decided to go to our meeting place, the health room. It seemed that other classes were doing physical measurements first, and they were further divided into groups starting in the gym and starting on the sports field.
"Come to think of it, I heard something like Matsuda-san's scream earlier. Did something happen?"
Miu-chan asked with a worried expression, so I tried to explain as objectively as possible what had happened. But probably, the expression on my face during the conversation had a look of confusion. Watching Miu-chan, who was gradually distancing herself while listening to the story, I nodded in my mind, understanding her feelings. If someone suddenly grabbed your chest, it's natural to be surprised and scream.
Miu-chan, who had been walking just behind us and had learned about the club activities from Kawamoto-san, directed a gaze of fear at Miki-san, as if she were looking at an unknown creature. In response to such a gaze, Miki-san started to refute, as if expressing her displeasure.
Apparently, Miki-san had been curious about the fact that while her own chest didn't grow that much, other girls of the same age, with varying sizes, seemed to have chests larger than hers. She seemed to have decided to investigate the reason behind her own chest not growing as much. I admire her proactive approach to investigating something she was curious about, but I couldn't help but think that she should have asked the people around her before taking such actions.
"Just like height varies from person to person, I think the time when the chest undergoes rapid growth differs from person to person too. If Miki-san plays softball and does muscle training, I think it will naturally get bigger when her body grows a bit more."
As I said this with a wry smile, Miki-san returned to her usual mode from her sulky attitude. And, with a gaze that seemed to contain a hint of sparkle, she looked in my direction.
"As expected, your chest is big for someone so small, your persuasiveness is different."
"Don't call me small in front of others!"
Miki-san might have intended it as a compliment, but her choice of words was so poor that she ended up getting a solid punch from Kawamoto-san again. In the first place, my chest isn't really big, it's just relatively larger because my body is thin like a stick.
As we talked and walked, we quickly arrived in front of the health room. Our classmates had formed a line, so Miu-chan and I moved to the front, taking the first and second positions in the line, respectively.
"...I'm hungry."
"Miu-chan, didn't you have breakfast?"
"I wanted to put a slightly lower weight on the official records for the first time in junior high."
"What do you mean by official records...?"
I tilted my head in confusion at Miu-chan's explanation, which I didn't quite understand. I got it after she explained, but it seemed that the records measured today would be used for the entire year. Regardless of whether one gains or loses weight later, the recorded measurements wouldn't change. Personally, I don't mind much, as I'm measured in detail for height, weight, three sizes, and inseam length each season at the office. However, it might not be the same for other kids.
I always wish for my height to keep increasing, I've been hoping for it to at least reach 150 centimeters until growth stops. Miu-chan and I are at the front of the line, so we follow the teacher's guidance and proceed to measure our height and weight. I breathe a sigh of relief when the result shows that I've grown to 143 centimeters and weigh 32 kilograms. However, the teacher who measured my weight expressed concern, asking, "Are you eating properly?" Despite my Body Mass Index being just within the normal range, it felt like a mix of worry and caution.
I didn't think I was consciously restraining myself, but for some reason, I felt a helplessness about my body losing weight. By the way, Miu-chan, who is 141 centimeters tall, weighed 39 kilograms. I wonder if the 2-centimeter height difference between us will widen or reverse next year. I'd like to maintain this status quo if possible, although it might be challenging.
The process continues with measurements of sitting height, chest circumference, and eyesight, and it concludes with a check-up by the doctor. After waiting for the measurements of my classmates to finish to some extent, we were instructed to move to the gymnasium, so we started moving accordingly.
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