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

I guess that's exactly what you mean by "war runs".

In response to Mr. Sato's "Mine" remarks, the classroom went all the way in unison.

"Huh? What's Mine... is Mr. Sato doing Mine too? Unexpected... I mean, why on the tail...?

"Were those two close? I've never seen Mr. Sato talk to anyone..."

"Did you take a selfie and say? At home? Let's see..."

"... you're dating? Those two."

As soon as I heard the word, my own face suddenly began to have heat.

This is just... unbearable!

"-Sa, Sato-san! Doesn't dry my throat!?

I stood up from the chair like I had been bounced, and deliberately raised my voice.

But Sato, on the other hand, leaned his little neck with a cute trick...

"... Huh? Nothing's dry, is it? What about Mine...?

"Oh well, but I'm dry! Let's go buy some juice. Juice!

"Mine......"

"Let's go!

I pulled Sato half as hard as I could surprise him not to absorb our intentions and escaped from the classroom.

Everyone's gaze on his back hurts, but not the other way around.

I slowly pushed down the hallway, bending the corner in front of the central staircase, and further straight down the long crossing that leads to the separate building.

And I exhaled a deep sigh, anticipating that people's signs were completely gone.

"Ha ha..."

My heart is still beating.

You're really dying of so much embarrassment.

What excuse shall I make for Lotus later...

What a time I was thinking.

"... Mr. Pushtail..."

I heard a blurry voice that seemed to disappear later.

Looking back...

"Wow!!?

I screamed unexpectedly.

Because Mr. Sato was pounding out a record “redness” like never before and shivering with puffiness!

Duh, what's wrong with this!?

What if now you realize what you've done!?

That's what I thought at first, but apparently not.

She is the finger of the free one (...), pointing to the other hand, with a blur.

"That, my hand..."

"Hands...?

I lowered my gaze, and there I finally realized.

My right hand is holding onto her bright red left hand.

"!? Oh, oh, sorry!

Release the connected hand in a hurry.

Sato stared at his left palm for a while after that, Pooh, free with a look somewhere like a fever...

Ugh... even though I was obsessed, was I still suddenly creeped out by holding hands......!?

Oh, shit, you weren't sweating your hands or anything, were you? Me!?

If you're grinding like that, now...

"Ugh..."

What the hell does this mean?

Haven't you turned pale as you saw Sato's face, which was all that red tide, and now he's leaning over with a face that's about to cry out again?

All too suddenly, this one has to be confused.

"What, hey, Mr. Sato, what's going on...?

"Ugh, uhh..."

Even as I approached him, he was apparently full of tears, just roaring like a cat.

... Was it creepy enough to cry...?

As she continued to wait for the words with harrassment, Sato shook her voice,

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Mr. Tail... I knew you didn't want to replace mine all of a sudden..."

... Oh, that way!?

"Yes, no! I can't believe I don't like it!

To Mr. Sato, who stares at me for his ascendancy, I manage to gesture and appeal to him, "I don't even think of that as fine dust".

"... but Mr. Tail, when I told you to change mine, I misspoke... and I wanted to say no to the long haul..."

"Uh-huh..."

I see, that's how you take it...

"No, that was just embarrassing to swap mine in front of everyone..."

…… But everyone hasn't changed mine in the classroom...?

"Uh-huh..."

Roar again.

Mr. Sato, I can't read the air a little, or I feel like I'm having a communal disorder...

Well, anyway!

"- I don't hate it, I'd rather be happy"

I'm honestly glad you suggested exchanging contacts from Mr. Sato, this can't be false.

That's right, that's what I'm so glad I'm going to die for!

"Are you sure...?

Sato asks me with an anxious look like a wet puppy in the rain.

The answer is the same no matter how many times you ask me.

"Really, let's swap."

I smile and say.

Then she smiled like a flower blossoming in the spring.

"- Ugh!

Well, innocent as a child already, I shook my head vertically.

"... eh"

An innocent smile sprouts an extra mistake in me.

... Oh, what a child I am already.

Mr. Sato himself said earlier that it was to send the pictures he took yesterday.

Besides, if it's a high school girl at this time, I'll exchange mine or so.

Finally, Mr. Sato wanted a friend, just to say that I was finally named number one.

So don't make too ugly mistakes.

I was just smiling a little bit and they just told me to replace mine...

- Maybe Mr. Sato likes me. Oh, my God, such a mistake.

"... this is my ID, can I have it registered?

"Okay!

Knowing this mood or not, Mr. Sato starts manipulating his own smartphone, sniffing "Fusu" and staring eagerly at the screen of my offered smartphone.

Watching her like that tightened her chest, but she didn't break her smile so she wouldn't manage to understand.

... she said, "Mr. Sato, who supports salt,” is now finally about to change his mind.

He breaks thick shells and strives to make friends.

I am only the “first friend” at its footing, and nothing more or less.

If I reveal my fondness for her here - she must be in great trouble. So...

Pokon.

My smartphone rang in a dumb voice and rewarded Mr. Sato for his friend application.

"... done!

Sato is happy to report it.

I turned to her like that and smiled as a friend.

... so maybe I can't do it yet.

Touching that beautiful hair, putting your hands on a luxurious body, and staring at a sunflower-like smile as much as you like.

- But I'm sorry, but I'm not giving up on you for a millimeter.

Yeah, but don't lick a boy high school student for giving up his first love of his life to this extent.

Make sure you make him aware one day, make him turn around.

So now, first of all, from a friend (...).

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Sato"

That's what I said, and I added her to Mine's “friend”.

It is then.

I didn't put it between me, and a dumb noise rang, and my smartphone received Mine's message.

Koharu Sato is sending us a new message.

……

Wondering, but opening mine.

Then, from the cute Pomeranian icon (is it Sato-san's dog?), the callout was stretched and this happened there.

“Would you like to join me for a tapioca milk tea after school?"

Around the end of further reading of the message, a stamp was sent in which the deformed Pomeranian continued to shy himself by covering his face with his forefoot.

I'll see who Teng is sending this message to.

Mr. Sato - like the stamped Pomeranian - hid his bright red face with a smartphone.

……

... how long can I just keep being a “friend” in front of such a cute creature?