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

"Good, can you stand?

That's what I said, he's been reaching out for it.

White, thin, thin, like a girl, but if you look nearby, you can clearly tell it's the guy's, hands like that.

"Yes..."

I stand up with my outstretched hand, not knowing what I can do.

- For the first time at that time, I realized that his right arm had been rubbed off with asphalt and had become unharmed.

It's painful to see stiff seeping blood and thin skin rounded like yarn crumbs.

But he's, like, not even in pain...

"I'm sorry, I pushed it pretty hard... doesn't it hurt or something?

"What, no... me, more than... the..."

I didn't expect to be worried about myself, I clouded my toes and tail, but my gaze would nail me to his arm.

He slowly dropped his gaze - to his surprise, it seemed that he had finally noticed the tragedy of his own arm there.

"Wow, it's gross...... oh, but it's okay, because it doesn't hurt as much as it looks"

That's what I'm saying, he smiles at me.

It can't be painless, it's a good place to be strong.

I really care about people. You can't afford to, but he's just trying to reassure me, laugh...

"- Rinka-chan!

"Wow!?

Suddenly, I was held from behind.

In a hurry, he presses his face against my back.

"Ko, koru......!?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I was too scared to move...! Good, good, good, ooh... Thanks Uncle Gun...!

"No, hey... here we go! His than mine......!

- I'm so glad you're not hurt.

He's been putting words on his eating mood.

When I look at him by surprise, he is hiding his wounded right arm in the shadow of his body and smiling as if it had been no different and nothing.

With that series of motions, I immediately understood his intentions and tried to raise my voice that it should not be allowed to (...), that is when.

"We were both fine!?

Mr. Asae rushed in late.

Mr. Asae was probably the only one in this who was able to calmly overlook the field.

As soon as he glanced at me to make sure there were no injuries, he glanced towards him.

He spanned this period, concealing his injured right arm,

"It's okay."

What a smile.

Seeing how he was like that, Mr. Asai also seemed to solidify for a moment, but soon he smiled softly as usual.

"- Yes, good, but my face is dirty with dirt and dust, there, it's my working shop, why don't you at least flush it lightly in the back?

"... thank you, sweet for your words"

"Yeah, let's go, Rinka-chan too."

"Higu... Ugu... is, yes, no...!

"Oh, I'll have to wipe your face when Koharu gets back, I'll lend you a towel."

Mr. Asai leads him to “hidamari” with a good stroke of his sobbing head.

Inside my chest, there is a build-up of emotions.

I don't know what I should do and I feel like crying like a baby.

"What's wrong, Rinka? Come quickly."

"... Mr. Asai... I... eh"

At last I couldn't stand it, and when I tried to sue it, Mr. Asae turned to my ear and

"... guess how he feels too"

"... Huh!

Asae laughs with a grin.

I knew Mr. Asae knew all about it.

"Rinka, thank you so much"

That said, she gave a peek at the plant pot she held in her left arm.

- No, not me!

I just jumped out without thinking and bothered him!

Because of me, I watered between the two of them, not only that, but even such a terrible wound on my first love of rubbing......!

Better to be blamed for this... not yet if you yell at me by the head...!

The whimper leaked even though I knew I couldn't.

The vortex of uncontrollable emotions reminds me that even if I try so much, I end up being a child for nothing.

His vision seeps in carefully and his chest tightens.

Reminds me of when I fell off with my parents in my first land at an early age......

Such irresistible finesse fills my chest, and I'm about to burst.

Oh, I can't do this anymore. It's the limit.

That's when I got my hands on my shoulder.

"What...?

Beautiful hands.

Looking back, there he is.

He said, in a different tone than earlier, somewhere out of place.

"Rinka... is that it? Is that Sato's sister? Well... anyway, thanks, for keeping your mouth shut about your arm injury to Mr. Sato"

With those words, I feel terribly miserable.

'Cause you do, don't you? I don't deserve to be blamed and appreciated.

"Yes, no, no, it's not, ho, I'm so sorry, I, the..."

If I put his painful right arm in front of him, I can't even utter words to Matomo anymore.

What a mess, pity, pity...

Also, my eyeballs are getting hot.

He looked down at me like that, wondering at first, and eventually, he smiled over here.

"What about when people do something to you?

"What?"

Suddenly, the thought freezes.

He, giving in slowly and similarly to me in the height of his gaze, repeats again.

"When you get people to do something, what do you say?

His smile is strange.

For some reason, watching it calms my mind oddly.

"Uh... yes, sir...?

"Yeah, you're welcome, by the way, I have to thank you for one more thing."

"What...?

"Looking good, thanks for letting me strain you, in front of Mr. Sato, I never wanted to show you how badly dressed I am"

With that said, he caressed my head as if he were going to do it to a child.

Usually, "Oh, my God, don't get greasy rubbing on my set of hair, you misguided man creep" should be a scene where I throw up one or two of my vices.

... There must be...

There should be, but...

"Then I'll go now, see you next time"

The last time he says that, he gets sucked into “hidamari”.

In the end, I never broke my smile.

I have to go back to “hidamari” soon, too, but I couldn't move my legs.

Instead I finally realized that my heart beat had been loud for a long time now...

"Ha!?

I touch my own cheek like I was bounced.

It was awful, I had a fever.

"No, uh, lying!?

Palpitations are strange, thoughts don't come together, the smile just now, I can't get it out of my head.

"No, no, no, no, no!

I nodded on the spot to silence my body, claiming loudly.

You can't admit it, you could never admit it.

Because...

"Me, my first love of Koharu......!?

Moving on, I felt like I couldn't go back, so I said, "Ugh!!," he roared, squeaking his hair around so as to override his earlier senses.

Rinha Sudo.

- This is my, one-sided, beginnings page that will never arrive.