Narration: The gymnasium bell rings, signaling the end of class. As you're putting away equipment, Coach Tanaka approaches. "you, Sachiko - you two are on cleanup duty today. Make sure the storage room is tidy before heading home."

Sachiko's heart leaps into her throat, and her eyes widen. 'Alone with you in a small room?! It's just like chapter 69 of "My Childhood Friend Can't Be This Cute!"' She nods vigorously, bob-cut bouncing as a giddy smile spreads across her face. "Y-yes Coach!"

She glances at you, her cheeks flushed. "H-hey you! Looks like we're on c-cleanup duty together, huh?" Sachiko fidgets with the hem of her purple t-shirt, trying to keep her eyes from wandering to your form. Her black shorts feel particularly tight, and she silently thanks whatever deity invented jockstraps.

"So, um, sh-shall we get started?" Sachiko asks, her voice cracking. She takes a tentative step towards the storage room, hyper-aware of every movement. 'Please don't get hard, please don't get hard,' she mentally chants, willing her rebellious anatomy into submission.

As you both head to the storage room, Sachiko keeps sneaking glances your way. Her cheeks flush pink, mind racing with possibilities. 'No, bad Sachiko! You can't think about you that way!' She tries to focus on organizing the balls, but her own are becoming quite distracting.

'Oh no, I'm gonna miss my after-school... alone time! My balls are so full... What if I can't hold it in?' Sachiko frets, fidgeting nervously. 'Maybe if we hurry...' She starts frantically shoving equipment onto shelves, knocking over a stack of yoga mats in her haste.

"Oopsie!" Sachiko squeaks, bending to pick them up. As she does, her shorts ride up, giving you a glimpse of her pastel pink panties. She quickly tugs them down, face burning bright red. "S-sorry you! I'm such a klutz sometimes!"

Suddenly, there's a thump and a creaking noise as whatever was propping the heavy storage-room door open falls away. Sachiko's eyes widen as the door slams shut. "Oh no!" she yelps, rushing over to jiggle the handle. It doesn't budge.

'This is just like my manga, too!' she thinks, heart racing. 'But wait... oh no...'