Aren’t You Too Sweet Salt-God Sato-San?

That “salt compatible Mr. Sato” is nodding his face on my chest and crying.

It's my downfall that has solidified for a while into such a distant sight.

- You're an idiot, or for whatever reason, you can't possibly expose a girl to crying in the open.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I'm just gonna pull in."

"Fine! Father, I'll do my best for One Op!

Father accepted this in two replies without asking why in particular, and he has finally attracted all the muscles that are just rippy with the gorgeous Front Double Biceps.

……

Leave it to me, or is it that kind of nuance?

Well, anyway...!

"Mr. Sato, come here"

I lent my shoulder to Mr. Sato, who cried, and first led her to the residential part that was co-located in the café - that is, my room.

Were you afraid to get tangled up by the three college students, so much so that you could say "Mr. Sato, who supports salt”?

In the meantime, I let him sit in the chair and wait a while, but Koharu Sato just squeaked up and couldn't even utter a word to Matomo.

Therefore,

"... yummy"

That was her first meaningful word.

Mr. Sato narrows his red eyes and exhales more.

A teacup that stands hot in its hands.

"Earl Gray, the one I always drink"

I sat on the bed facing each other, and that's all I said and put my mouth on my share of tea.

The sumptuous aroma of bergamot mixes with the refreshing aroma of citrus to slip through your nose.

Well, the tricky thing is to skip it and taste calm enough to naturally sigh.

Mr. Sato then brought the chicken and tea to his mouth several times - he finally got a grip on the situation.

I feel sorry for you, staring at this one with an upward look...

"Pushtail, right... of the same class, you know me...?

……

I don't think anyone who probably doesn't know Mr. Sato, who supports salt, is in the same grade.

I decided to leave the allegation only in my chest.

"I know, I wasn't sure I'd call you, but Sato was peeking into your smartphone with a very serious face, so I stopped"

A few lies are a naïve boy high school student's respect...

"What were you doing?

"Ugh..."

Was it something I didn't want to be asked?

Mr. Sato blushes and twists his fingers around his hands busily.

... What the hell was Sato, who responded to the salt?

"No, nothing if you don't want to say..."

"... Oh, Mr. Tail! Would you look at this!?

That's about it, Mr. Sato seems to have made some kind of decision, and he has offered his own smartphone by saying how he feels about eating.

The cover is as simple as selling it in a 100-yen shop, with no decoration, and it looks so qualitative that I don't think it's a high school girl's sole.

Her smartphone is more like “salt” than Mr. Sato himself.

"What's wrong with the smartphone?

"The... this, the photo..."

That's what I said, Sato pointing to the snack and the display.

The screen of the smartphone is lined with sloppy image files…

"... can I see it?

Wouldn't peeking into a high school girl's image folder incriminate you in some way?

When she thought so and asked terribly, she nodded stiffly as she turned bright red wanting to see the apple on her face.

I left a slight hesitation, but I looked lightly at the image folder...

"... what is this"

Such a voice leaked by accident.

No, of course I know what it is.

From the edge of the screen to the edge, the "photos of the sweets” that I've been taking are lined up in shifts.

Well, if that's all.

"Heh, I like sweets, okay, I think they're cute"

It would be terminated with no difficulty comments such as.

But...

"Mr. Sato, taking pictures is so hectic..."

Too straightforward a feeling popped out of my mouth independent of my will, and Mr. Sato finally stained bright red to the tip of his ear.

No, it was a little more... incredibly hectic.

It's hopelessly hectic to say this to a girl I've barely talked to.

It is a problem prior to that, such as being able to show.

Pictures of this cake, for example.

The whole thing was too dark to be recognized as food at first.

The emotion that it looks delicious doesn't even give rise to dust.

And it's especially bad... this, this picture I'm not sure what it is.

It's backlit on Moro, and the whole screen is flying white instead of food, and I'm not even sure what's showing.

Oh, what's this? The moment you shut down, even a meteorite fell nearby?

- I thought I'd take a closer look, and what was showing was our pancake that Sato had just taken. You gotta be kidding me.

Many of these photos are narrowly filled from top to bottom of the image folder.

It is no longer a level where even fear is felt.

As she was completely shut up, Sato said quietly, shaking her shoulders in small chops.

"It's an embarrassing story, actually, I... I don't have any friends..."

"Huh? I don't know..."

I thought you weren't interested in other people.

That's what I was about to say, and I panicked and shut my mouth.

Danger! Exactly. That's too rude!

"Oh yeah... that's surprising..."

"Me, it seems boring... we should all go away soon..."

……

No, you're not. Push tail, nothing. This isn't pretending or anything.

So it's definitely not a scratch.

Mr. Sato is seriously uncovering his troubles right now...!

"But I'm still a high school girl, and I want friends... so..."

"... so?

"Being a minstagrammer makes me wonder if I can be friends too..."

……

I tied my mouth to a single letter.

Don't laugh, never laugh, Pushtail!

"... me, I like sweet stuff, I often go out for sweet stuff by myself after school or on weekends, so I guess posting that on minsta would be a seed for a story... oh my god"

"Mi, minsta, yeah, all high school girls do it..."

... Well, let's make it up to you for once.

Minsta is an abbreviation for Minstagram, an SNS app based on image submission.

It is used by a number of celebrities, starting with high school girls across the country - frankly, it is that kind of app that shares and communicates stylish images.

And a minstagrammer is someone who uses this app.

"Yes, that's good! I wonder if posting images in Minsta would change everyone's eyes on Sato too!?

This was the real deal.

That would change.

'Cause that “salt compatible Sato" is posting pictures of sweets that “show minsta” around holiday stylish cafes, right?

As soon as that happens, as soon as we're friends...

If you think, Mr. Sato covers his face with both hands,

"But me, taking pictures is a bit hectic..."

Hey, hey...?

"I was anxious and anxious that if I uploaded a photo like this to Minsta, from the next day on it would already be a spectacular bully... they would hide my upper wear, they would plant a painter...! I couldn't even make an account if I thought so...!

I'll tell you myself, come on, Mr. Sato, blues his face a little.

Sato, I thought your grades were top notch in the school year, but are you actually an asshole...?

- But, well, I guess I get it.

Sato's troubles and the fact that she's not really that kind of girl at all, as everyone calls her "salt compatible Sato.”

And that she's making an effort to change it.

"I'm gonna borrow you a little bit."

"Huh...?

I take her smartphone and start the camera app.

Then all you have to do is mess with the focus and brightness appropriately, filter it in a good way, shutter.

The sound sounds so loud that the image is saved.

I returned my smartphone to the owner there.

I was surprised at the beginning, Sato, but as soon as I saw the screen, even the big eyes opened up even more.

"This is...!

Ahead of Mr. Sato's gaze to be stunned.

The display of the smartphone now shows images of tea (...) that are likely to show minsta.

"Better than me......!

You bet.

"Hey, why...! Ko, this...... Mr. Pushing Tail!?

You don't get many words of excitement, Mr. Sato, who speaks my name.

I take out my own smartphone and answer that question.

"- I'm doing it, too, Minsta, the official" cafe tutuji "account for the promotion of the store, to be exact."

The one shown on my smartphone is Minsta's My Page.

There's a line of “cafe tutuji” images I've been taking on behalf of my father, who's oblivious to SNS.

Signature menu pancakes, limited time flavored teas and seasonal flowers blooming in the flower garden.

356 total image posts, and its followers......

"Followers, 5000...... Huh!?

Makes his gaze come and go between the screen of the smartphone and me, as if Mr. Sato could even see something incredible.

And a blush,

"It's a minstagrammer..."

... I see. Maybe her measure of trying to change the image in Minsta was not wrong though.

Somehow Mr. Sato's eyes looking at me had completely turned into a sole of respect.