Ayanokouji What If: Popularity Time

V5 Chapter 4: Sports Festival

Kiyotaka Pov

The day of the Sports Festival had come upon the school with a cold wind blowing through the campus. This, of course, alerted us to the approaching autumn season of coats, scarves, and pumpkin spice no-foam lattes steamed to 102 heat.

Still, the mood was not fitting of the cozy vibes of autumn quite yet.

Joining me in the gym, most of the members of Class D decided to do stretches to prepare for the festival today.

I noticed Koenji was the only one to fully exercise today, doing his usual routine in spite of the risks generated by working out followed by exertion.

Not as single person paid him mind, in fact, most of us expected this outcome.

"Showing off for the non-existent fans," snorted Ken.

"Hey, hey, what if it's small?" asked Ike suddenly.

"Oh I bet it is! Although, everything is small compared to mine," gloated Yamauchi.

Ken glared, "oi, oi, shaddup pervs, Su-Horikita's here."

"Eh? What were they talking about," I asked without a clue as to what they were referring.

Size...

When trying to draw a conclusion from such little information, there were countless answers.

"Dick size," murmured Ken.

On retrospection, I should have figured this out sooner considering who was saying it.

"Ah."

The entire school gathered by the track instead of going to the regularly scheduled classes for the day.

Around the track were various tents with different labels: A medical tent, observation tent, Red and White team tents, and tents meant for individual classes.

There were speakers as well as tables that held water bottles and basic medical tools like Band-aids, so as not to clog up the Medical Tent I believe.

I gathered my class under our Class D tent and began a short speech, "everyone, this is what we have been training for over the last month. I have confidence in every last one of you to place well in your designated events. Be safe out there. That is all."

A small cheer from my classmates was interrupted by a speaker:

"First Year students please meet at the track for the 100-meter dash event."

Ken pumped his fist in the air, "time to kick some ass!"

"Let's do it!" I cheered.

Hirata nodded, "no objections!"

The three of us walked to the track in a trio, talking to each other about the event that lay ahead.

In front of me, a figure stood in our path, sporting a red headband.

"Ah, Nagumo-Senpai! How are you?" I asked.

He smiled, "quite well, Ayanokouji. I hope you don't disappoint me today."

When he said that, I could hear some underlying malice lining his words.

Nevertheless, I responded kindly, "of course, Nagumo-Senpai, let's give it our best!"

Nagumo nodded and walked off to the Class 2-A tent.

Lining up on the track, the first group of first years were set to go. The round was quick, Ken demolishing his competition swiftly.