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

- Literally, only the tranquility that hit the water filled the bathroom.

Forget me, I'm sure you're referring to this.

Don't you forget the words, forget to breathe, forget who you are in a little while?

That's how shocked it was.

In my head now, just one short sentence echoes over and over again in a loud way.

Pushtail sent you a message at MINE.

“I like Mr. Sato."

echo, echo, echo.

The only free black eye goes through that short sentence over and over again and back and forth.

I haven't been able to digest at all, but I repeat it over and over and keep swallowing that sentence.

In the meantime, Shizukuishi, falling from the ceiling, struck the surface of the water and sounded it perfectly - signaling it, finally deciding (...).

"~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!!!?!?"

I covered my mouth with my right hand and shouted without a voice.

I can't stop shaking when my hands shake my smartphone, my whole body is hot to burn.

- Shit, shit, shit, shit!?

What do you mean!? This, really...... what do you mean!?

What!? I like you, Pushtail!? Who!? No, you're naming me Sato-san!!

Wait, wait, wait, wait! I don't understand anything!

Once we calm down! Take a deep breath first......!

"... hikichi"

- No! My throat snapped and I got a weird voice! I can't even take a deep breath into Matomo!

It hasn't been so long since I soaked it in the hot tub, but it's stained bright red with octopus I want to boil down to my nail tips.

More like an octopus already because it is something that is busy twisting your hands and feet in the hot tub.

'Cause there's no choice!

All of a sudden they send me these MINEs and it's weirder to be able to stay calm!

I'm getting all kinds of emotions from the back of my chest, and I don't know what's going on anymore!

This, this, really... what do you mean!?

Well, if I were to get this message literally as it is, it would mean that you like me, but...

- I pushed you, not tail you, about me!

Oh, no! I love you, too, Pushtail... not that!

Anyway! I mean, Tail, you have a thing for me!

Then why did you reveal it to me...?

... No, that would be the decision!?

This is what we call a sue...

"~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!

I couldn't stand it and pounded my face on the hot tub with momentum.

If your mother or father had seen this sight, they would undoubtedly decide, "Finally, my head is allergic".

But I was so confused that I lost my relationship.

But I was disturbed by 10 letters or even one of those sentences.

- Shaggy, shaggy Sato Koharu.

It hasn't been decided yet.

Think, think calmly...

It was a coincidence, but sticking it out of my face in the hot tub, could have been the result Aurai.

Thanks to this, I can only afford to think back a little bit.

Okay, let's think about it.

- Possibility one, “LIKE not LOVE” theory!

Pushing Tail, you must be a strong communicator.

People with a lot of communal power may tell each other that they like each other because of the "Good Luck" or “Thank You Today” tense!

... It could be!

- Possibility number two, "Simply a typo” theory!

Pushing Tail, you were really more of another, maybe that's what you were going to send a message about greeting.

But you know, predictive conversions went wild when typing letters, and one sentence of the example just exploded!

... It could be! I do it to your mother once in a while too!

- Possibility number three, "false bomb theory"!

What a common surname is Sato! I'm not alone in my class!

So maybe Pushing Tail tried to convey a favor to another “Mr. Sato” who wasn't me and wrongly gave me MINE...

... I told you myself, my tears seeped through me.

"Uuuuuuuu......!!

My head hurts and I groan.

I feel it's all right, I feel it's all wrong.

And of course, I feel like I'm endlessly far away.

Think straight, think straight.

What if this was your “confession”, as my first instinct suggests?

And then what happens? Then...

"... glad"

Honest thoughts spilled out of my mouth.

- Glad, yeah, gladly decided.

I don't know what kind of miracle happened, but that's when you and I will have both our thoughts.

I mean, "I like you too, Pushtail”.

And more than a confession was made.

“Well, keep up the good work".

As much as I say common sense doesn't, even I know it.

"I wonder... if we'll hang out... me and you..."

The moment I put it out to the word, my heart started pounding when I blurted.

- Hang out.

I like you, Pushtail.

But for me to talk to the best, dating was like on a cloud, and I never thought about it properly.

Anxiety, anticipation and impatience and all sorts of unspeakable emotions overflow from inside me, making me confused again.

My chest hurts, my head blurs, I notice myself staring at that sentence all the time if I'm aware of it.

“I like Mr. Sato."

How long has it been?

Keep gazing enough to say that there might be a hole in the smartphone display - whoops, I realized there was one.

"... ah"

Suddenly, "MINE” has a read-only function.

In other words, unlike emails, if you open the talk screen and check the message, the person will have a "Read Alert”.

This is an initial step in the beginning, and it's not even enough to explain.

I barely do MINE, because that's what I know.

In short, as simple as that, I forgot me.

- The fact that I read the message from you is already passed on to you.

"Oh, oh!!?

I screamed out of the blue.

In a hurry, compare the time the message was sent to you with the clock on the smartphone.

A message had already been sent to me by you, and six minutes had elapsed.

Surprise at how long that seemed like forever was only six minutes away.

And soon enough, the fact that I was staring at that message for six minutes (...) came to my mind that it was being passed on to you, and I thought maybe my heart would pop out of my mouth already.

Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck!?

Reply, I have to reply!

But I don't know!? “I like you too, Pushtail"!? hey, that, if I'm mistaken I...!

The smartphone shook more this time when he could no longer even hold onto the smartphone properly and was desperately holding on to his trembling hand.

I was wondering what it was like to look at the screen.

“Incoming from Mrs. Pushtail."

"Ghahhhhhhhhhh!!?

I scream.

And then my finger slipped off, and I tapped the “Respond" button at the bottom of the incoming screen -