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

In the past hour, I have learned two things about Mr. Sato.

One thing, Mr. Sato is “salt compatible," but this is not that he is not interested in others or that his emotions are rare.

Rather, they are too sensitive to others.

He said,

"Me, I've been nervous about bees when I talk to people for a long time, and it's like I'm going to have a low mouth count... oh, I'm fine with your mother or something!

If you open the lid, there's nothing going on.

The identity of “Mr. Sato, who corresponds to salt" was merely an “extreme acquaintance”.

... what the hell.

And one more thing.

- She has a devastating sense of photography.

"Ko, now what about you, Tail!?

……

I roared low, staring at her smartphone, which I was confidently offered.

To tell you the truth, this isn't nearly judging the good or the bad in her picture.

"How can I tell her this picture sucks without hurting her delicate heart," he says, choosing words.

"... no worst, I don't know why this is happening"

Well, in the end, I decided to tell him honestly.

No... I don't have any artistic taste anymore.

This is one talent, talent.

How can you take just tea so that it doesn't seem so delicious...?

When thoughts even began to enter the realm of philosophy in what a feeling, fu, I realize that Mr. Sato is quiet.

If you turn back to me and raise your face - Mr. Sato is crying in both eyes and shaking your shoulders when you shrug!

"What, hey... Mr. Sato?

"Well... you don't have to say that much..."

My lips are pointy within the look, and my larger tear bag shivers as I sift.

- Oh, shit.

"- Oh! No, but well... yeah! Better than just now...... I think!

"Really!?

Sato brightens his face as soon as possible.

... A lie that does not harm a person is a gentle lie.

Or what is "Mr. Sato, who supports salt”?

Isn't it so emotional?

"I was wondering if I could be a famous minsta glamour if I practiced some more too"

Oh, look, I just praised you a little bit more, but in an instant I got on track.

As it is, that nasty image is released into the ocean of the net.

That's all we have to avoid.

"But I think it's better this way."

Driven by a sense of purpose, I got out of bed and went around behind her back.

"What? Pushtail...?

"Start the camera app"

"What... Ugh, yeah, I did..." Hih!!?

When I stretched my arm from behind her and put my own hand on her smartphone, Mr. Sato screamed tall,

That was so abrupt, my heart pops out for a second.

"Wow, I'm surprised..."

"Surprised, I'm the one who's surprised!? Hands... face close too...!

"It's easier to teach you to look at the same screen like this... because Mr. Sato doesn't even focus"

"Ugh......!

Oh, and Sato's face stained bright red to his ears.

Again to confirm, Koharu Sato is a beauty.

Well, I'll definitely be in five fingers at school by now, and even the reader model has enough style to aim for.

... so when she reacts like that, I don't like it, but I'm aware of it.

The smell of shampoo coming up from her exposed hair, the white, beautiful noodles, her breath...... how about that.

I shake my face small enough to contain my worries and concentrate on my smartphone screen.

And I tried to start a course on how to take pictures that show Minsta, which was then.

"... Mr. Pushtail..."

Mr. Sato called my name in a blurry voice.

My voice has a fever because of the tension.

It lasted a moment, but I managed to hold out.

"... what?

"At a time like this... you know, that..."

She moved her mouth for a while, and...

"- Well, thanks for earlier...... that was so cool"

Picon.

Mr. Sato's smartphone rang the missing noise during that time.

Me and Mr. Sato, each other's voices overlap.

The display of the smartphone showed a blurry teacup.

At the same time, the door to the room was opened and...

"- Mm-hmm! Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. A little help..."

Dad looks at this, and after a few seconds of solidification, he appeals to the reverse triangle of his back with a gorgeous back rat spread...

"I'll do my best with one op!

words at the end, closed the door strongly and exited.

Often silence, delay, and overwhelming embarrassment push in.

She's not the only one now, and I was also reddishing my face to the tip of my ear.

"Ha, ha, even the group...... me, I need to go back, I might suck"

"Damn... right, you suck! Ha..."

We leave to be bounced.

We were feeling each other, that we were about to explode a lot.

"Then I'll go home! Sorry to bother you so much! Um, would you be happy to tell your father that you're sorry too!? And then... but I'll see you at school!

Sato gets up from the chair to jump and runs up to the sleaze and front door.

And

"- Then I'm sorry to bother you. Ah!

At the end of his almost yelling greeting, Sato left my room behind.

When I say I'm left... I just have to breathe a sigh of relief.

"It was dangerous... all kinds of things..."

My heart is still pounding.

I'm sure my father is in a rush to run around at the cafe right now, but I can't just do it today.

I sit back on my bed and put my mouth on a teacup I'm about to drink.

The tea was already cold.

"... until just now, Mr. Sato was there."

I shrug and see the chair she was sitting in earlier.

I can't believe it, it's like I was even dreaming about it.

- I can't believe my first love (...) was in this room until just now and we had a conversation alone.

"I didn't say anything weird..."

Drink up any leftover tea while remembering a little anxiety.

And when I put the empty teacup on the table, I discovered it under the chair.

The cover is as simple as selling it in a 100-yen shop, without any kind of decoration, and it looks so qualitative that I don't think it's a high school girl's sole.

More salty than the owner.

"... Mr. Sato, you forgot your smartphone"

- It was a full-blown disease.

I no longer knew what was going on, I just ran even.

The people on the road looked back and were surprised at this one, but that wasn't even in sight anymore.

Right now, there's only one fact that occupies my head.

That's...

"I entered the room of my first love (...)......!

In my head with a fever, I was whirling with a bunch of the lapses I committed today and my regrets for talking too much out of too much tension (...).

I can't even remember what I talked about anymore, I wouldn't have gone away, I wouldn't have said anything weird!?

It would be because I kept thinking about it.

It wasn't until after sundown that I realized I had dropped my smartphone in your room.