Pick Me! ~Choose Your Wedgie Boy~ (Chapter 1)

Prologue, Part 4 (📖🦇)

"My end has come."

You thought to yourself as you teacher handed out the dreaded chemistry exam scores. You don't recall doing particularly well on it.

As the teacher calls your name, you go and get your test paper. Surely enough, you were just one point away....

....from getting a zero.

You go back to your seat and you sigh to yourself. You have a peek at Touma's test paper.

How dare that nerd get a perfect score.

You sigh again, and patiently listen to the professor's next lesson while you swirt your pen around your fingers. Unfortunately, you don't understand a thing.

Soon, the bell rings, and it's finally lunchtime. You remember what happened yesterday, and you get a sadistic urge to wedgie Touma once again. This time though, you want to do it with no interruptions and with his undies completely ripped. You want to see his cute face begging for wedgies again.

Touma's not eating with you right now, though. He's still chatting it up with one of his other friends.

You recall his friend's name being "Yorue Kurokami". He's from the class next door. With the few interactions you had with that guy before when you were classmates, you can definitely say he's a dork. Whenever you talk, roleplays as a prince of darkness or something. You think it's cringy. Maybe he should be your next wedgie nerd?

Your thoughts and daydreams are interrupted by Touma approaching your seat with his lunchbox and sitting near you.

"H-Hey, [Reader]! Mind if I sit here?"

"Go ahead, I don't mind."

"-By the way, you don't have to be so formal with me. We're friends now!" You add, smiling at him.

"Y-Yeah! I guess we are friends now."

You both eat your meals while you talk about anime again. You start to feel yourself slowly gravitating into Touma's level of dorkiness. Your converstion somehow segways into school and the chemistry test earlier.

"-So how'd you do on your chemistry test, [Reader]?" Touma asks, not having any ill intent.

You groan and slouch on your chair, your energy completely depleted. You lay your head on your desk.

"I hate chemistry." You say in a monotone voice.

"Not well, huh? Well, you can always ask me for help-"

"-How bad did you do anyway?" Touma asks.

You give him your chemistry test.

"No way! How did you fuck up this badly? Did you not study?" Touma says with a concerned tone, but he's clearly trying to stifle a laugh. He sounds like a mom.

"Shut up, you dork. Nobody studies." You say, slightly annoyed.

"Well, I do. Maybe you should too." Touma says while writing something on a ripped piece of paper.

"Here, it's my phone number. I'll tutor you after class, just call me." Touma says, handing the piece of paper to you.

You take the paper and put it on your uniform's front pocket.

"You know, you're such a nerd. You deserve a thousand wedgies just for saying that." You chuckle.

"Still... thanks for the offer. I'll try to call you for a study session." You smile at him, his kindness restoring your energy.

Touma visibly blushes. He gets close to your face, and whispers into your ear;

"[Reader], I um... want you to give me another wedgie. Like yesterday. Please?"