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

I don't know, it wasn't until a little around 8: 00 at night that I ended up at home.

I open the door to the front door with my invisible upbeat on my "I'm home" voice.

Feel people's signs from the living room. I heard only a few TV sounds.

It's your mother, I'm sure you always roll over on the couch in the living room you want to see and watch TV.

I usually start taking off the heels I bought with “hidamari” whilst sounding a nose song or something that I would never do.

I think this is your compliment again, too, although it was a bit of a shame to take it off... yeah, let's take care of it for the real thing.

As I was nibbling on my own thinking about that - from the darkness in the back hallway, I popped out with brown hair, bob cuts, and the face of a woman wrinkled between my eyebrows.

Well, it's simply my mother.

But that was so sudden, I said, "Whoa!?," he screamed seriously, which is in high school girls by way of example.

"(… koru, koru!)"

"Hey, what a mother!? Oh, I'm surprised...!

"(Why didn't you answer the phone earlier!)"

"Phone...?... Oh!

So finally, I recall that the reason I went outside “hidamari” once in the first place was because of your mother's call.

At that time, I forgot to hang it back because this one wasn't around a lot either...

"I'm sorry. Were you in there on some important business?... or why such a whisper?

"(... oh, who do you really look like, say it's bad between or say it's bad procedure...)"

"(Anyway, I can't follow Atashi anymore)"

……

When your mother was tilting her little neck with no idea what she was trying to say - duh, I realized there was one.

Is that...?

Speaking of which, your mother came from the hallway now, but then what are the signs of someone you feel from the living room?

And when I clear my ears, the TV is streaming - a news show.

It's impossible for a variety loving mother to bother watching the news this golden time.

No way...

Almost at the same time that the idea that was in me came to mind, the living room door opened.

And I must have felt, of course, like even your mother's spine would freeze when she showed up from across the door, in a sharp light.

"- Welcome back, it was a long time ago."

"Oh, Father...?

My father, Wakuen Sato, was there.

And even more frightening, it's not off (...).

Blacker hair than black divided exactly seven to three.

And a white shirt with no wrinkles, a tight blue tie.

On the other hand, however, deep wrinkles engraved with daily intense duties still stick out from the frames of sharp glasses that seem nervous.

He was a father in work mode entirely.

And it's usually decided when my father, who showers as soon as he comes home, is still in work mode......

- It's time to preach to me.

"Hey, you were early today... overtime, didn't you...?

haha, what a loving laugh I tried to get out of the way, but your father is on the same Buddha top surface...

"I'm asking how you got home so late, and why your personal clothes, what happened to your uniform?"

An unpleasant sweat conveyed his neck muscles to the pale inquiry pack.

Even though I know I'm a real parent, I'm more scared than a teacher.

Does your father's men endure this every day...

"Ki."

Force him to open his dry throat from his heels and manage to answer.

"Today, after school with my cousin Rinka, I went to buy clothes... I liked them, so I kept dressing... ha"

"Two girls my age, up to this hour, and Rinka, if I remember correctly, I'm in third grade now."

"Ugh, yeah... you remember me well..."

I can't gaze at your father.

You should understand in your head that it's your real father in front of you, and he hasn't done anything in particular before, but you really don't listen to what your body has to say.

As such, he drops his gaze diagonally down and lets his mouth hang, his father...

- Come on.

That's what led me to the living room.

I am heavy and follow this.

At that time, TV news said, "Successive scandals on SNS, required morality!" On the subject, Minstagram was just covered.

A student part-time job at a major family chain store uploaded a lot of inappropriate and frivolous images to Minsta while on duty, which caused a lot of people to get angry, and so on.

Your father saw this,

"Wild dogs are better off with this."

And I told him to throw it away.

That, too cold a thing, is enough to make me tremble by accident.

"Here we go, you're about to be a good old man, so let me tell you, first of all, how do people get an education, you know?"

For a sudden inquiry, I was frightened,

"To get into a good college, to get in...?

"No, because people can't be people in the first place if they don't get enough education (...)"

That said, your father sits shallow on one of the couches.

"Even humans are animals, they are always confused by many desires, and soon flow to the easier ones, so in the beginning a good adult needs to hold the lead (...) and be educated, freedom or autonomy, that's the story first of all since humans were able to do it - a boy now featured on TV would be the most example of that, I have to say, a wild dog who bites everyone as a result of unlocking a dog who hasn't even finished it, neglecting his duties as a parent"

That said, your father, uh, exhaled one sigh...

"... after this, the boy will be dismissed from his job and his family will continue to point back fingers, the families who employed him will also be questioned about their credit issues and the online videos will not disappear for the rest of their lives...... just one wild dog who hasn't been messed up, and countless people annoy him... you know what I'm trying to say now?

Your father made it clear that I was stuck in words in a sense of breath-taking urgency.

"- Come on, you're not a person yet, so at least don't just imitate a thousand bites off the lead."

"Ha-ha-ha..."

My deep...... it's deep sigh echoed through the narrow bathroom.

The tension that was so high is now close to its lowest.

"I'm really tired..."

I slip and sink into the hot tub.

Mentally and physically, I was exhausted.

- In the end, after that, your father's sermon lasted about an hour.

Such a big deal about coming home a little late...... what a defiant idea, but only in the first 10 minutes it was in the corner of my head at all.

The remaining 50 minutes were just getting smaller.

Because all your father's words, they're just true.

Even though the curfew hasn't been set, it's my downfall that I'm getting home late.

But I made it...

"You could have said it a little nicer..."

Your father is a little too harsh.

A dog for my daughters of my age! He said it wasn't a person!

I know I can only say that, but I was on the verge of crying because I was too scared, so I want you to figure out how to say it...

"I want you to be an apprentice, Totally."

He would surely be gentle enough to teach me not to hurt my delicate heart.

... What a thought, I realized that I had put “Pushtail You” out to attract naturally to myself, and blushed.

Ugh... Something about me these days, sleeping or waking up "pushtail you, pushtail you"... wouldn't that be a lot disgusting!?

Oh, already......! If this goes on forever, I may soon be unable to live without you!

Sometimes we forget about you, Pushtail, and think of something else!

All right! Let's do that!

I nodded by myself yeah and took the waterproof spec smartphone I left on the tub helicopter to even surf the internet...

… so.

........................ so.

"... I want you to comfort me"

That's the word that came out with my mouth, and I slapped my face in the hot tub softly.

I don't feel like I've become a body that can't live without you anymore.

I started an app for MINE, frightened of myself.

And when I opened your talk room, I sent it to him that day,

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

one sentence and a shy Pomeranian stamp.

After all, I haven't played MINE on you since then...

"What a send...!

I was just staring at the talkroom, and my heart started hitting the early bell when it was bulky.

How is everyone doing when sending MINE to a friend......!?

Oh, my God, I only send it to your mother or Rinka or so......!

"Good evening" without difficulty?

Isn't that a little too much?

“Good day, Tail!"

... are you suddenly sending MINE and kind of trying to be too glamorous, the wrong distance?

Let's go.

“Mr. Pushing Tail, you're looking forward to your next date”...

"Date me!!

Again, I slapped my face in the hot tub softly. Noisy.

... or the first sentence!

“Mr. Pushing Tail, thank you for today Rinka, sorry for the inconvenience”

I don't want you to comfort me or anything! You must thank me first!?

In a hot tub, I think about that with a bubble gushing out - for some reason, your father's sermon just went through my back of my brain.

♪ At least don't just imitate the way you chew a thousand leads ♪

I look up from the hot tub, haha, and mock myself.

"No, I'm not confessing right now..."

I had to change, and I gave him a dry laugh and turned my gaze back on the screen of my smartphone...

"... that?

That was definitely uncomfortable.

- Embarrassing story, I have tried several times before, like this one, to send MINE to you, and I have repeatedly and repeatedly abstained without courage, so my talk history with you is burning in my eyes.

So I immediately notice the anomaly.

Just below the Pomeranian stamp.

to the short message “Mr. Sato” that appeared there.

"What, a message from you..."

sooner than I understood the situation, my smartphone sounded a pompous notification, and

――

Seeing the newly sent message, I wondered if my own heart had really stopped.

No, I didn't think it stopped, it stopped, it just this time, really stopped.

'Cause the message you sent me was...

“I like Mr. Sato."