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

"Hey, oh... huh...?

- Pushing Tail, 16 years old.

Suddenly, I was facing the biggest pinch of my life right now.

I'll put a no in the beginning, but I'm going to tell you a very embarrassing story now.

I've been looking forward to dying in her personal clothes, whether I sleep or wake up, since I invited Koharu Sato on a weekend date.

Of course, she's attractive in uniform, but a personal outfit is something else.

I look forward to too much. Not much, every time I discover a woman in private clothes on Minsta during a routine Minsta update.

"I wonder if Mr. Sato will wear these clothes too..."

I think what a blur, I rush off my thoughts to my own too disgust, such a blur and I repeat it dozens of times.

- That's just too much.

and exhort himself,

- I would disqualify as a man if I could not say a word or so about "it would suit you" accompanied by a sarcastic and attentive line in any clothes.

And I inspired myself about this morning.

But, but, but!

This is too......!

"... cute"

Words popped up independently of my own will, and I panicked and blocked my own mouth.

"It suits you," even if it's just a high hurdle. What are you talking about without a foreshadow I am!?

Even if it's true, it's too creepy!

"... come on"

But fortunately, it doesn't seem to have reached Mr. Sato's ear.

At that time, Mr. Sato seemed to grumble a little, but unfortunately with my confused head, I couldn't even listen to the content.

- And it sucks, this sucks.

Pushing Tail, the biggest pinch of my life is still ongoing.

Heart rate increases, body temperature increases.

The area around the back of my head gets chipped and feverish, making it harder to even keep an eye on her at last.

All that practiced "look good," and a bunch of thoughtful, windy dialogue templates I've prepared, just one blow erased all of them.

"Huh...!

It was a miscalculation, a complete miscalculation.

I can't believe my first lover's personal clothes were such a destructive thing!

And I can't believe I ran into Mr. Sato right now without any mind preparation!

- And so far I've thought about it, and I finally realize I'm still grabbing Mr. Sato's arm.

"... ah!? Oh, I'm sorry!

I took my hand off her like it was bounced, and I smiled deludedly, "Ha ha".

Did you go along with this, and Sato, with a grin that pulled me off again, "Ah, haha,"

"Yes, no, ah, oh, thank you, Mr. Pushtail..."

... Huh?

Mr. Sato?

Where are you looking at that...?

"Kigu, what a strange encounter... what's going on here..."

... Huh?

Mr. Sato?

Why are you talking to a cracked asphalt...?

Seeing, Mr. Sato is holding his mouth and shivering his shoulders into small pieces.

And I saw the direction of my gaze, which was no longer a level of "deviation," and I got the worst idea in me.

No way...... they are mocking the lack of fashion sense!?

"I thought I'd buy some clothes, and I even came to the old clothes store right there with Lotus..."

It would no longer be a miracle to have been able to respond to Matomo.

Whatever. Now my tension is plummeting, from heaven to hell.

... For Mr. Sato, does this mean that he's a rude fashion to watch...?

It was the bottom of despair.

In the end, I want to die...

"Heh, heh... yeah, that's odd..."

Mr. Sato never turns a blind eye to this way and speaks for Asphalt.

... Again, her fashion was so cute.

Summerly and refreshing, then calm, fashion maximizes her charm, just halfway between beauty and cuteness.

I don't doubt Lotus and her sister, but certainly compared to that one, she may be a laughingstock no matter how much I dress.

I knew it.

- Then it won't be all the more if you're depressed.

I have words to say.

"- Sato."

I never called her by her name.

Once Mr. Sato lets his shoulders jump wide, he slowly looks back here, holding his mouth down with his hands.

Her face is red, her eyes swimming badly.

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

It's going to break my heart with the fact that it's so bad that I can't even look directly at it, but it doesn't matter.

There's a lot more important than that.

I look straight at Mr. Sato, smile as usual, and say those words that I practiced more than once.

"-That dress looks great on you, I think it's cute"

That dialogue must have even come out of my thoughts because I really thought so from the bottom of my heart.

I was so embarrassed that I wanted to die after I said it, but I didn't regret it.

And with this, Mr. Sato...

"Dodo."

Which way?

Suddenly, a strange voice was uttered, so when he tilted his neck, Sato somehow collapsed into a snare on the spot.

- My clothes get dirty because of it.

That's what I thought. I panicked and stretched my arms, holding Sato's side.

"Ugh......! What's the matter with you? Did it hurt anywhere just now when I was about to fall?

I peek into her face worried.

Then her eyes, looking up at this one, moistened carefully...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... Great, whoa...!

It is a cry.

Sato-san cried like I was holding her, like that day, without worrying about her.

"Hey, Mr. Sato!?

"It's in... Uncle Gunn... it's cool. Ooh...!

"What!? Yes, no thanks for that......!? Just calm down!?

I don't know what it is anymore, but anyway, I became the wingman to forgive her in the same position until she stopped crying.

... It's cool.

This is the situation, but I'm just a little proud of it.

Next time I'll treat Lotus to ramen.