Chapter 1 The Case of the Cutest Goddess in School Breastfeeding

The Case of the Cutest Goddess in School Breastfeeding

The classroom before morning homeroom is always buzzing with noise.

How are they so lively and chatty with classmates this early in the morning? I rub my sleepy eyes and lazily watch as my classmates trickle into the room. Before my vision fully clears, one figure completely changes the atmosphere.

Standing in the doorway of the classroom was an astonishingly beautiful girl.

Her golden hair gleamed as it caught the light, and her sky-blue eyes sparkled like crystals. A ribbon of the same blue, tied neatly on her head, added to her charm. Her name is Himekawa Arisu 姫川 アリス. That breathtaking beauty is said to come from her Swedish mother.

“She’s stunning as always, Himekawa-san.”

“Seriously, she’s a sight for sore eyes.”

I overhear a group of boys nearby exchanging such comments. It’s clear they’re marveling at Himekawa’s extraordinary beauty, though she seems entirely oblivious to their conversation.

There’s even a story about her winning the school festival’s annual beauty pageant last year—even though she hadn’t signed up for it. Someone entered her name without permission, and she won by a landslide, leaving the runner-up far behind.

As a result, she’s constantly approached by not only classmates but even seniors. However, she turns them all down without hesitation.

Her true popularity, however, isn’t just due to her looks. She’s an excellent student, consistently battling for the top spot in the class rankings. She’s also kind and approachable, greeting everyone with a warm smile. Her natural, friendly demeanor makes her the center of her friend group and has earned her the nickname “Goddess” among the boys.

But Himekawa has a secret—a secret that’s almost impossible to believe.

Something no one would ever expect from her usual radiant self.

That secret is… she’s a single mother, raising a child while still in high school.

By a strange twist of fate, I stumbled upon that secret.

It happened about a month ago.

It was a regular weekend, and I was spending it alone in my shabby apartment, as usual. Around midday, the doorbell rang unexpectedly. Curious, I opened the door, only to be greeted by someone I never expected to see.

“Um, hello… Wait, Isshiki-kun!?”

Standing there was none other than Himekawa Arisu.

I was utterly dumbfounded. It felt like I’d been pulled into some kind of elaborate prank. But she seemed just as shocked to see me.

“Himekawa…? Why are you here?”

When I asked, she hesitated briefly before responding.

“Well… I just moved in next door.”

…You’ve got to be kidding me.

I couldn’t hide my surprise. Why on earth would someone like Himekawa move into this run-down apartment?

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, a lot happened. Anyway, nice to meet you. Oh, and this is a little gift for my new neighbor.”

From a paper bag, she pulled out a neatly packaged box of cookies—simple yet beautifully presented.

“Th-thank you…”

“Well, see you around.”

She smiled warmly as she said that, but something about her smile seemed off, as if she were hiding something. Even as I watched her walk away, I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that she had moved into this apartment.

After the unexpected encounter with Himekawa, I returned to my desk to work on my manga draft, but my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of her. Why had she suddenly moved to this shabby place?

I come from a family of artists, but I abandoned painting to pursue a career as a manga artist. That decision led to a massive fight with my family, and I ended up leaving home to live alone. Even now, my relationship with my parents is strained. Maybe Himekawa’s situation is similar—maybe she had a falling-out with her family or was abandoned, forcing her to live independently. Whatever the case, it couldn’t be for a good reason.

On my desk sat the unopened box of cookies she’d given me. Staring at it, I couldn’t help but get lost in thought.

Her family was supposed to be wealthy, wasn’t it? What could have happened? Did they fall on hard times?

Behind her flawless exterior at school, was there some hidden problem at home?

As these questions swirled in my mind, a sudden sound broke through my thoughts. It was the sound of crying, coming from the room next door.

At first, it was faint, like a soft moan, but it grew louder with each passing moment.

The walls in this apartment are paper-thin, and it’s not uncommon to hear noise from the neighbors. Still, it’s rare for the sound to be this clear.

And it was coming from Himekawa’s room.

Could something have happened?

“I should check it out…”

Mumbling to myself, I stood up and headed toward her room. The closer I got, the clearer the sound became. The crying continued, and a sense of unease gnawed at me.

What on earth is going on…?

“Himekawa, are you okay?”

I knocked on her door and called out, but there was no response.

Feeling even more uneasy, my gaze shifted to the window, where I noticed the old frame—a hallmark of this decrepit apartment—was slightly ajar.

“…What’s going on in there?”

Unable to suppress my curiosity, I peered through the gap. The sight that greeted me froze me in place.

In the middle of the room, Himekawa was sitting on a cushion, cradling a baby in her arms.

That alone wouldn’t have been unusual. But Himekawa had one of her br🬀🬀sts exposed, and the baby was latched onto it.

She was breastfeeding.

A wave of panic surged through me, as if I’d witnessed something I wasn’t supposed to see. My mind raced, struggling to process the situation.

There was no way. The school’s cutest goddess… breastfeeding? That couldn’t possibly be real.

But no matter how much I wanted to deny it, I had undeniably seen it with my own eyes.