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

“aytim9".

To our town, it is a Roll Ice store that has just recently been made.

In the first place, roll ice cream refers to a thin extension of liquid cream over a cold, cold iron plate, rounded with hella, and served in a cup.

Of course, the process of making ice cream decorated as if it were a tulip petal is very reflective.

Fancy sweets popular with such high school girls...... and I saw them in an article on the internet.

"Now, all right..."

Scattered stray quotes, never willing to upload a picture of roll ice cream to Minsta, I exhaled a deeper sigh of "hahhhhhhh..."

Finally, I finally did it.

Tiredness is pushing me closer.

I can't believe how nervous it was to post just one image online...

... I wonder what kind of reaction you'll get back.

Did I get a picture that I could show?

Any comments? Any tagging?

Steady, high school girl, were you made?

Emotions that are also close to regret circle through my head.

I have 0 followers in the first place, so I also feel wrong to think about what kind of reaction it will return...

"I knew you were amazing..."

Such words came out of my mouth naturally.

- Wow, Pushtail, you're amazing.

Follower 0's I'm the only one worried about this, yet you hold 5,000 followers and keep uploading stylish images almost every day.

That means we continue to live up to the expectations of 5,000 people who don't even know their names.

5000...... I can't imagine.

Even my classmates, 40 or so.

Pushtail, you're really amazing...

And I blushed when I realized that I was about to open Minsta's “cafe tutuji” official account page very naturally.

"Huh...!

Turn off the smartphone in a hurry.

Again I...! I don't care if you come for ice cream alone, it's all about you in my head!

Plus, the official "cafe tutuji" account feels like you're going to have access to it as many times as you want in a day! You've seen it a million times already!?

... Maybe this is how stalkers are born, how self-loathing.

"Ice cream, eat..."

Yes, ice cream is the main thing.

Squeeze the ice cream with a plastic spoon and transport it to your mouth.

……

… delicious, I think.

Yeah, maybe, it's delicious.

But... what is it?

I myself don't find it so tasty.

I don't know the difference between melting it on my tongue and ice cream like it sells cheap in a supermarket.

I paid 800 yen...

Second, look around.

High school girls with sparse tables were carrying ice cream to their mouths, laughing at each other for delicious delicacies.

... Has my tongue gone crazy?

……

Another bite, I knew it wouldn't taste good.

This has never happened before.

I repeatedly spooned the ice cream and put it in my mouth, half-compulsorily, as it was not enough to leave it all behind.

It feels more like consuming than eating.

Carrying ice cream into my mouth as if it were a robot or something, I knew I'd think of him.

- Pushtail.

He's really sweet.

And I cut off sweet to his kindness (...) Shit.

Pushing Tail, you've always been kind.

You can't leave people in trouble like me alone, I guess that's what they are.

I'm sure that hasn't changed anything since you gave me a grain of golden flat sugar on the day of my entrance exam.

Pushing Tail, I'm sure you're nice to everyone.

So he helped me with “cafe tutuji," he showed me how to get up to the room and take pictures, and he went out for a tapioca milk tea with me, all his kindness.

Even if I'm wrong, I'm not special.

I should have known that...

It was that day that I think back.

Pushtail, you and I drank tapioca milk tea, about that day.

Pushtail, I was mistaken for your kindness somewhere in my heart. I, uh, vomited a conclusive dialogue.

- Holy shit, I'm gonna go get some roll ice cream next Saturday! I was wondering if you could follow me, too!

I invited you on a date (...).

By contrast, you responded with such a troubled face.

-... sorry, I have business that day.

If this was all I had, I would have felt very sorry for myself, but I might still have received the word exactly what it meant.

But here's how he kept caring about me.

- But don't worry, Sato can take so many pictures to show, even if he doesn't have my help, I'm sure...

If you say so far, even I, oblivious to love, understand just fine.

I - I crossed a line that I shouldn't have crossed to be friends with you, Pushing Tail, and made him refuse.

……

When I squeak, I scrape the ice cream.

The roll ice cream, which used to be all that reflection, is getting dirtier and dirtier.

... In the first place, why was I aiming for a minstagrammer?

To make friends...... of course there is, but I don't think it was the ultimate goal.

'Cause I've never had that much trouble with having no friends.

Then why?

Just a little thought, and I immediately remembered.

Yes - to get a little closer to you, Pushtail.

Cool, friendly to everyone, I want to get a little closer to you like that, but for that, I started this stupid thing by trying to be a full high school girl.

I have no love without friends, even with such roots and darkness, I thought if I became a sparkling minstagrammer, I would be able to stand on the same mound as him...

But it was shallow.

Pushing Tail has always been a flower in the high ridge beyond my reach. [M]

And he's finally gone from my sight.

"... oh well"

I finally got it all figured out while eating soggy (...) ice cream.

Well, after 800 yen, it shouldn't taste good.

You said so yourself, too. [M]

It's not the tapioca milk tea itself, it's the tapioca milk tea that matters.

I'm nothing, I didn't want pancakes, I didn't want tapioca milk tea, I didn't want to lick the ice cream all the same.

I just wanted to fit into the frame with you.

"... eh"

My emotions are overflowing and I can't stand it anymore and lay down on my face.

A strange floating sensation envelops my whole body and makes me sick enough to be about to throw up.

The girls' bickering is as far away as it sounds from another dimension.

And there's only one person in the world, and I feel alone.

I remember this feeling.

But the feeling of being crushed in this deep sea was not the ratio of that day.

The first love of my life just got scattered.

"... Mr. Pushtail... eh"

Mouth his name, as if even asking for help.

That was the signal, and the dam in me broke down, and then...

- I was jacketed (...) to cover it softly from my head.

"What...?

Suddenly the top half of my vision is covered and the emotions overflowing from inside of me pull me into the back.

Oh, what, what...?

"- It's bad if you're cold, so use it."

Suddenly, I hear voices coming from overhead.

I even dreamed about it, that voice.

I had the illusion then that my heart had really stopped.

Slowly, he laid his share of roll ice cream on the table as he laid his back in the seat across the street.

I can't see my face because the top half of my vision is blocked by my jacket, but, I get it.

If you look at that gentle voice and your beautiful fingers, you'll understand.

He gets to the table, shrugs the ice cream with a plastic spoon and carries it to his mouth.

For the first time here I looked up, and - I saw it.

Spoon, it sounds like a prank somewhere, but be nice.

"Ah, I ate it before I took a photo... well, it's not very tasty, this"

- That's what you said, Pushtail, and you smile at me like you always do.