Breasts surging, bouncing up and down, on the verge of spilling out… Wow, what a spectacle!
Although it was a rather superficial reason, this indeed became Akira's biggest motivation for getting up early for a morning run.
Seeing such a pleasing sight right from the morning would make his mood better all day.
He recalled that in the past, as a child, Akira never understood why Master Roshi always watched the aerobics girls on TV, but as he grew up, he completely understood, which also proved that his heart was no longer pure.
But what's wrong with liking to watch the big breasts of healthy, beautiful young girls in the sun! This is the pursuit and appreciation of beauty!
However, to be honest, Akira was actually a butt-man, not a breast-man, but staring at the lower body was truly too crude. Even Akira, with a face as thick as a city wall, couldn't do such a thing in public.
For the past half year, Akira had seen this healthy-skinned athletic girl every morning. Perhaps she also lived nearby, but Akira had never seen her near Kobayashi.
Perhaps it was just that her running route happened to pass through here.
In any case, for Akira, she was the only bright spot in his monotonous life of learning to speak for the past half year.
The athletic girl also smiled when she saw Akira, giving him a shy nod.
It was like this every day, silent and unspoken, a gentle nodding acquaintance.
And for the first time in half a year, Akira not only raised his hand to greet her but also spoke to her, saying good morning.
"Good morning."
"Yes, good morning… …Huh?!"
The athletic girl subconsciously returned the greeting, and then, only after they had passed each other, did she react, becoming so flustered that her left foot tripped over her right, causing her to fall flat on the ground.
"Whoa!"
Akira stopped, turned back, and came to the fallen girl's side, offering her a helping hand.
"Uh, are you okay?"
It was just a greeting, was it really that surprising…? She wouldn't also think I was mute like the class monitor, would she?
The athletic girl was extremely flustered, looking at Akira with an incredulous expression, shaking her hands like a rattle, and replying with a trembling voice,
"I, I, I'm fine! Completely fine! Really! Not hurt!"
"Is that so? That's good."
The athletic girl hesitated for a moment, then wiped her sweaty hand on her tight pants before cautiously taking Akira's hand.
After Akira pulled her up from the ground, he began to introduce himself.
"Oh right, let's get acquainted. My name is Akira. Speaking of which, we've run into each other so many times, but this is the first time we've introduced ourselves."
"Ah! Yes! Hello, my name is Tomita Haruka!"
"Tomita Haruka… Is it written as 'Haruka' (remote)? Or 'Haruka' ?"
Akira wrote characters on the girl's hand, wanting to confirm the spelling of her name.
This was the troublesome thing about Neon people's names. Surnames were relatively easy to recognize, but a single pronunciation could have more than ten different ways of writing the given name.
Also, he needed to confirm the other person's talent. This was a rare opportunity. Maybe he could draw another SSR?
However, unfortunately… there were no characters on the athletic girl's right hand.
This indicated that she was a talentless girl.
Indeed, talent wasn't something common, further confirming that Anri Hitomi and Miyako Shion were both absolute chosen ones.
Meanwhile, the girl felt a ticklish sensation in her palm, and her heart rate was even higher than when she had just been running, so nervous that she felt her palm was about to sweat again.
But she still tried to calm down and told him the spelling of her name.
"No, um, it's written as 'Haruka' (Sunny summer)…"
"I see, Tomita Haruka. Alright, I've got it."
Indeed, this athletic girl had more of a sunny and summery feel. She looked very healthy and was overly well-developed, even larger than the class monitor, at a level comparable to Teacher Kobayakawa. But Teacher Kobayakawa wasn't a current High School student, so she might even get bigger.
Although she wasn't a candidate for a rich patron he could cling to, Akira still remembered the athletic girl's name, thanking her for bringing a glimmer of anticipation to his monotonous life.
At this moment, Miyako, who had slowly caught up, also saw this scene. She came to Akira's side and asked expressionlessly,
"What happened?"
"Nothing, she just accidentally fell."
"Oh, are you okay?"