The Delinquent Shimizu-san Sitting Next to Me Has Dyed Her Hair Black-Chapter 3Volume 4 . - Shimizu-san and the Improvisational Theater

Shimizu-san and the Improvisational Theater 3

“Next, Mio-san! Not only did you play your role well, but you also enhanced the performances of the other two! Your acting that utilized the setting of the improvisational theater was excellent!”

“...Thank you.”

Seto-san’s expression doesn’t change, but her face seems to have a slight blush.

Maybe she’s a little embarrassed.

“Thanks to Seto-san, we didn’t get stuck in the middle of the play. Thank you.”

“There were a lot of wild pitches, though.”

“I thought that made it more interesting.”

I feel like I saw a different side of Seto-san than usual.

“Lastly, Kei-san! I think your acting was the most emotional! Each of your performances was heartfelt and enjoyable to watch!”

“That’s a compliment, right?”

“Of course!”

“Maybe it means you were able to act naturally?”

“Shimizu-san, your reactions were good.”

“You were just teasing me!”

“Everyone had their shining moments, and it was a very good improvisational theater!”

Runa-san looks pleased.

“So, is the improvisational theater over now?”

“No, let’s change the situation and do it again!”

With that, Runa-san brings over a different box than before. On the side of the box, it was written “Fantasy – Girl.”

“Please draw one piece of paper from inside!”

“Since Shimizu-san drew first last time, can I draw this time?”

“Go ahead!”

Seto-san pulls out a piece of paper from the topic box.

“What role did you get?”

“...A witch.”

“Wow, a witch role! That’s a unique and interesting character in fantasy! I’m looking forward to Mio-san’s portrayal of a witch!”

So that’s the direction of fantasy.

I wonder what other roles there are.

“Is it my turn next?”

Shimizu-san takes a piece of paper from the topic box that Runa-san is holding.

“What role did you get?”

Shimizu-san was trembling for some reason.

I wondered what kind of role she had drawn.

“Hey, what’s with ‘probably a princess’? Is it a princess or not? Which is it?”

When I looked at the paper Shimizu-san thrust forward, it indeed had ‘probably a princess’ written on it.

“The word ‘probably’ was deliberately added to allow for infinite interpretations. What kind of princess you choose to portray is up to you, Kei-san!”

“So basically, you’re just throwing it all on me!”

It was understandable why Shimizu-san would think that way.

“Lastly, Daiki-san, please draw from this theme box!”

“Okay, got it.”

I pulled a paper from the ‘Fantasy – Boy’ theme box.

Written on it was ‘a kind and cool prince.’

What’s this?

“Hondō, what does it say?”

I silently showed Shimizu-san the paper I had drawn.

“A kind and cool prince!? Whoever wrote this must be the same person who wrote ‘kind brother’!”

“That’s great! A kind and cool prince! The aspiration of young girls’ dreams!”

“So it can’t just be any prince?”

Even a regular prince would be a high hurdle for me.

“Yes, it specifically says ‘kind and cool,’ so please try to portray the prince as you imagine him to be!”

“Okay...”

“Before we start the improvisation, let’s change into costumes, since we have the chance!”

“What are we changing into?”

“Everyone will change into costumes that match their roles! Kei-san will wear something princess-like, Mio-san something witch-like, and Daiki-san something prince-like! The drama club has a lot of costumes for plays, so we’ll lend you ones that fit your roles!”

“Is it okay to just wear them?”

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“We’ve already got permission, so it’s fine!”

The fact that we had permission meant that there had been plans to change into costumes for the improvisation from the start.

“Do we really have to wear them?”

Shimizu-san didn’t seem too keen on the idea.

“If you don’t want to wear one, you don’t have to force yourself. However, Kei-san, you’ll have the chance to change into costumes for the Astronomy Club’s play as well, so it might be good to get used to wearing one here, right?”

“Hmm...”

“And Daiki would like to see you in a princess costume, right?”

“Ah?”

All eyes turned to me.

I hadn’t expected to be brought into the conversation so suddenly, and a strange voice escaped me.

“Is that true, Hondō?”

Shimizu-san looked at me with an anxious expression.

I decided to be honest about what I was thinking.

“Well, if Shimizu-san doesn’t mind, I’d like to see you dressed as a princess.”

“...Alright. Make sure it’s a proper costume.”

“Of course! Please wait a moment while I fetch the costumes!”

With that, Runa-san left for the drama club’s room.

***

(Wonder if everyone will come soon?)

I wondered how much time had passed since I had changed into my costume and returned from the dressing room. I was alone in the drama club’s room.

The costume I had been lent was a Western-style outfit based on white.

I was inwardly amazed at the high quality of the costume when I heard a knock on the door.

“May I come in?”

“Yes.”

The person who entered the drama club’s room was Runa-san.

She had gone with Shimizu-san and Seto-san to help them change into their costumes.

“Wow! Daiki-san, the costume suits you! You already have the vibe of a kind prince!”

“Thank you. How about Shimizu-san and Seto-san?”

“They’ve both finished changing, so I think they’ll be here soon.”

As we were talking, the door opened again. Entering the room was Seto-san, dressed in a pitch-black dress with a black pointed hat on her head.

“Hondō-kun, that costume looks good on you.”

“Thank you. Seto-san, you also look great in the witch costume.”

“Right? I think Mio-san’s cool demeanor and the jet-black witch costume are a perfect match!”

“...Thank you.”

If someone else had worn the witch costume, I think it would have felt more like cosplay.

With that in mind, Seto-san seemed to carry the witch costume well.

“You both look wonderful! Now we just have to wait for Kei-san to arrive!”

“Speaking of which, Seto-san, weren’t you with Shimizu-san?”

“Yeah, we came together until just in front of the club room.”

“...Huh?”

All eyes focused on the door.

Looking closely, the door was slightly ajar, and someone seemed to be peeking through.

“Wait a moment.”

Seto-san said and quickly moved toward the door, then flung it open with force.

“...Huh?”

There stood Shimizu-san, dressed in a light blue gown, with a surprised look on her face.

“What are you doing, Shimizu-san?”

“W-what do you mean what? I was just... mentally preparing... something like that...”

“You had plenty of time for that in the dressing room, didn’t you?”

“Don’t spill it!”

“Come on, get inside. Do you want other people to see you like this?”

“Ugh...”

Reluctantly, Shimizu-san entered the room.