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

The beauty of a woman is honorable and not something that can be thrown away lightly.

Don't let go at any time and take care of yourself for the rest of your life.

These are thankful words left by some great person - not my mother, Kiyomi Sato.

By the way, when I accidentally ran my mouth, "Heh, you're looking good at your mother," he slapped me in the head with strength.

I was surprised that my head sounded better than pain than my thoughts, and I almost cried in jeopardy.

Violent opposition.

Well, it's a good word, anyway, that I'm in tears, and I'm in a bad mood for your mother.

The woman is honorable and should not let go at any time.

- Then again, yes (...).

I made the few phone calls that night.

Rinka Sudo, my cousin, is close to the age of one of my few friendships.

"Oh, hello? Koharu, what... '

I'm faster than she says over the phone, one voice.

"- I want you to choose the clothes to wear for your next date with me!!

"Ugh."

Rinka's voice was heard from very far away.

Apparently, he kept his smartphone away.

Rinka Sudo is my mother's sister's daughter - in short, a cousin.

Ponytail with her forehead cut all over her eyebrows, her face white and small like a doll.

I don't know how “junior high school" she feels about how young she stays on her face, but when I look at her attentive eyes and the monotonous fashion that settles for her age, I say, "What if she's more grown up than me?" and there are moments of illusion.

By the way, she's going to be a 15-year-old junior in middle school this year, which means under my two...

"Who's Koharu's boyfriend, handsome?

Rinka walking next door after school is more than anything else saying that, so I...

"Dodo."

And I gave a serious voice to the high school girl.

Two letters of "boyfriend" come back into my ear late and my face gets hot.

"Hey, what's a boyfriend... me and you are still like that... Huh!

"Heh, it's called the tail."

"Ah."

"And“ not yet. "What? When you're in high school and you say that (...), someone will take you right away, because you're a communal handicap."

"~ ~ ~ ~ ~!"

I bit her lower lip and stared at her.

But Rinka is clear and pretends she hasn't noticed this sight on purpose.

Rinka, unlike me, is bulging, putting everything she thinks into her mouth, and dignified.

So maybe my twitchy feelings are a pain in the ass for her.

You don't mind if I'm two older, I'm always so mean.

... even though I'm both older!

"So? I'm handsome after all, what do you think?

……

Close your mouth vigorously and don't answer.

Pathetic story, because Rinka and I did it 100 times and 100 times when it came to a verbal battle, and I was confident that I would lose.

I'm not saying no "such an embarrassment can't be said out of my mouth," I say no...

"I'm not sure I won't answer, knowing it's not that cool inside..."

"- Pushtail you are handsome!?

"Ugh."

I got on the provocation in a surprise fast-track myself.

Then Rinka, with her face on her face, just offered her hand over here.

"... Huh? What's this hand?"

"There's, like, one picture, right? Let me see."

"Dodo."

I got another weird voice.

I'm a high school girl, I'm a high school girl...

"Well, that's a little embarrassing..."

From the gap between his thin and pointed mouth, he says blurry.

Pushtail, your picture... there is, there is. Just one.

But from that attitude, he thought I looked good even though I didn't have any pictures.

Rinka sighed deeply, "Huh..."

"... Koharu, you're really in high school, aren't you? Let me see that."

"So, because that picture, pushtail, you're cool, but I'm showing it too...? Not really, that assortment......? No and no...?

"Shiitake"

"Ah!? Ahhh!?

The smartphone I had in my hand was snagged by an unstoppable premature job.

Reflectively trying to take this back, I was flickered by the quick movements of the active basketball club and the athletic tone deafness stuck around a long time ago.

And then Rinka opens the example image by manipulating my smartphone with a familiar hand, in the gap where I'm dangerously falling off my face, nagging my bulky, loud heart.

That night, in front of “cafe tutuji," I took two shots with you.

"Is that it? A photograph...... is what this face is like, a gutsy bee"

"Ahhhhh!!!?

"Shut up... I see, I don't like this kind of system, I do like it. - You look like a good guy, not my taste."

Yes, and Rinka returns her smartphone.

While I was dying of embarrassment, I took this and hid my blushing face with a smartphone as it was.

"Ugh... I want to go in if there's a hole..."

"You're too big, you're usually handsome, what do you need to hide"

……

Even with all this bullying, I'll hide what I'm heartily glad they say is handsome.

Rinka then turned around and looked back here,

"Now you were a little happy to be told you were handsome"

"What, get out of the way..."

"It's on my mouth."

... I knew I hated Rinka!

"But," Rinka continued in a rare and serious tone as she stepped all over the community in her heart.

"I'm a little worried, to be honest, because my face is good for nothing"

"Huh...?

"I mean, you're being tricked, physical, status, that kind of thing."

"Whoa, Pushtail, you're not like that. Yikes!?

"You don't know because such a person or anything has never been in love before in the first place, especially the handsome man in that hand who rubs (...) more than a woman"

"That's not true..."

I'm not suspicious of you, of course, for clouding my tail slightly.

Because I got poked at my complex of not having romantic experience even as a sophomore in high school.

Rinka knows that too. "Huh..." she sighed once,

"I don't know if it's actually true, but I'd rather be aware of my lack of love experience, because I'm in a state of suspension when I think about it, and it's too late to realize it."

……

I accidentally shut my mouth.

Because she was beaten, because there was, but more than that, her words seemed so thankful that I was impressed.

No, it's not.

Rinka is actually more adult than herself.

"Rinka..."

"Stop calling me that disgusting way, more than that. Look, we're here, my recommendation"

That said, Rinka stopped walking.

Seeing it, there was a very noticeable red paint shop there, mixed with the hobby houses.

The sign says "Europe Used Clothing MOON”.

Europe, used clothes......?

The sound of it alone made me wary.

"Ri, Ri, Rinka? I imagined a store that felt lighter......!?

For me, not so obsessed with clothes from time to time, the old fashion store is too expensive a hurdle.

So, 'cause that's the old fashioner, right?

My hair is chipped, my beard is puffy, piercings, necklaces and tattoo scary clerks are like talking to me about cancer......!

"It's not that way, it's the shop in the back."

"What...?

Rinka told me to look at it, and I do have an overall white, beautiful shop next to the red paint shop.

There was a flower bed at the store, and the seasonal flowers blossomed adorably, and the sign only said “hidamari” in pop font.

Atmospherically slightly similar to "cafe tutuji”.

I stroked my chest down.

"Good..."

"" MOON ”is basically just a bunch of guys, and I've never been in that much, either, because of the hitting and coming off"

"Rinka always buys clothes in such a stylish place...?

"I'm in middle school, right? I wouldn't hold my wallet if I bought old clothes all the time, usually I can do it with Pannies or H&N, but..."

That's it, Rinka looks me straight in the eye and says.

"- This time, you're serious, right?

"... yeah!

When I nodded forcefully, Rinka grinned and opened the “hidamari” door.

The gentle scent of wildflowers flutters and tickles my nostrils, and I exhale more.

Even though it was evening already, the space was full of morning (...).

In the calm Bosanova flowing in the store, a host of warm indirect lighting.

Antique watches and foreign dolls arranged with a sense of unity, as well as stunning and lovely accessories, make you feel nostalgic somehow.

It's a space where you've locked in the unique "exhilaration of the beginning of the day" that morning holds.

And when I was blinded by the sight, a voice was called out.

"- Welcome, Rinka."

Following the voice, there was a woman sitting in an euthanasia chair in the back of the store, glancing through the magazine.

Very beautiful, an adult sister.

Fluffy, curly cream-colored hair with a soft smile.

A tight white top with a calm outfit called pale yellow wide trousers.

"... who's that?

Rinka said, pointing to me standing up on the spot.

"This is my cousin Koharu, it's quick, Asae, I want you to look at Koharu's battle clothes, because I have an unbeatable date next time"

"... Eh, yes! Yes, it is! It's Koharu Sato!

I get nervous about the bees, I give a ruptured greeting.

But her sister, called “Asae," didn't look like she cared about that, slapped her hands on her, and said graciously.

"Oh, that's tough - I'm Asai Nezu from“ hidamari, "and I'll work hard to coordinate it. Nice to meet you, Yappie."

Yappy......?

I wasn't sure what the word meant, but for now I decided to think it was an old fashioner's euphemism or something, and I also hesitated to say, "Yah, yappy..."