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

After all, it doesn't make any difference.

Even if the once-in-a-lifetime first love sees and breaks unbroken, and the mood sinks to the bottom of hell, student life continues without delay.

Classes are boring enough to induce drowsiness, as usual.

As always, my classmates are blooming about yesterday's drama and about this week's comic book magazine.

And... "salt compatible Mr. Sato” is also the same as usual, except that he rarely came to school on the verge of being late this morning.

I used to wield the usual salt response in a corner of the classroom.

At one point,

"Come on, Sato, let's have lunch with me today."

'Cause that's not how I feel.

Just now.

Toshida, from the football club, always stood up to Sato-san's strategy with a mild Nori, but his subtlety was rather painfully slashed and discarded.

Sometimes,

"Mr. Sato! Me, me, me and MINE, please!

"I don't want to exchange contacts with people I'm not close to"

Just now.

Tami from the chess club, who shook his courage and complained manly and positively,... when it came to plausibility, he was slashed down from the front.

And then again,

"Mr. Sato! Why don't you go karaoke after school today!

"Dislike."

Just now.

Jinwei, a strange Judo ministry with a subtle sense of distance, was already extremely simply rejected.

That “dislike” probably means "I don't like singing in public" because it's about Mr. Sato.

Even the other statements mentioned above must have no other intentions, they mean exactly as the words say.

Just the way I put it, I'm a little... no, I'm just having a mess of problems.

That's how she was watching the lunch break with harrassment as she piled up the boys' bodies.

"Do you care that much?

Across the desk.

Lotus, who got rid of the croquette bread early (...), said as she paid both hands with her bread.

I rushed back and spat out a few meaningless words like "ah" or "let's," then

"... feminine?

Fearful to ask, Lotus said,

"Feminine, if your pride as a man is still in shards, don't do it"

Just now.

Again, with the blade of truth, I get a sad voice saying, "Ugh..." after being slashed by a hanging.

"Shit... you can't help it, me, I've been Mr. Sato until yesterday, right? You can switch so suddenly..."

"It's the man who's forcing you to switch, no one's getting it, so just give it up - all right, Kita?"

Lotus twisted plastic bags pointing toward me.

"I basically don't care what kind of failures people make in love, I'd rather they fail me. Because that creates a gap that sticks in me for that matter, everyone even thinks about you, love counseling (...) is the easiest way to drop a woman"

"Ah, the devil or you..."

"I don't care if you're a demon or whatever, anyway, I'm seriously advising you for the first time in my life right now, because you're my friend,... forget about Sato anymore"

"Huh..."

Lotus is sloppy.

If you put it that way, you know I'm in trouble, and that's what I'm saying on purpose.

Don't let me expose you to any more things and deepen your wounds...

"That's sweet of you..."

"None."

And I started wearing my lunch to force Mr. Sato out of consciousness with the thought of a mutilation.

Repeating such monotonous tasks as just carrying it to your mouth rather than eating it, your thoughts begin to dive deeper and farther and farther away the voice of the lotus.

"... well, I don't really care, it was just a bad patrol this time"

... In fact, Lotus is right.

Not this time, that's the only fact.

I don't know how sticky I am from now on, but I don't think Mr. Sato's feelings lean this way.

What the hell was wrong with you?

Confession dialogue, how to confess, timing, time zone... reflections come up as much as you want...

"... love is not the best way to stop... if you crawl and don't keep going, forget how to walk right away..."

No, maybe it's not such a small tip issue in the first place.

Mr. Sato was absolutely unaware of a human being named me as heterosexual.

Maybe I dated once or twice and got too shabby about taking a light consultation.

"... Huh? That, Mr. Sato, come here... hey...!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, embarrassing embarrassment.

What have I ever done to a girl who has no intention of doing that?

The dialogue I've been throwing up about, the behavior going through my brain like a running lantern. It's an outrage.

"... utah, utah...! Hey......!

This is too embarrassing to tell anyone, but in fact, in one corner of my head, it's just a little...

... really a little “maybe Sato cares about himself?" What a stupid idea.

But it was just a mistake.

At the end of the day, I was the only one who was hazy, and I was the only one who was tempting my chest.

There's so much else to be ashamed of...

"... tail you"

at the bottom of an ocean of deep thought.

With a surprisingly thin voice, she (...) called me by name, and I returned it to me all the time.

When I look up, Lotus is pulling her face and looking up at her (...).

Yes, looking back - for some reason there was Sato dyeing his face bright red and twisting his toes and body.

"Sa, Sato......?

If my mood is complicated at this time, it's a lot harder to describe in words.

Yesterday, Sato, who should have shaken himself so snugly, feared what he had been talking about and.

And... sadly, Sato's joy that he should have shaken himself so tightly yesterday still spoke to himself was mixed up.

It also catches my face naturally.

"Duh, what's wrong, Mr. Sato...?

"The..."

When I shook my courage and asked him, Mr. Sato did it with his mouth in his shame, twisting his body, and eventually - I said.

"Wow, I want to have lunch with you, Tail. I can't believe..."

Since I said it, he's reached the culmination of his embarrassment, Mr. Sato covering his reddened face with a small lunchbox.

From everyone in the class,

"Still today, you two."

"My tail is pressed again..."

"Why all the tails..."

What a windy voice, half jealous, half jealous, but me and Lotus just lose the word.

Until I answered, I looked at Lotus and Sato again.

Sato said a word with a slight anxiety, trembling his peeping eyes.

"... No, I don't think...?

- What are you going to do, Koharu Sato?

Me and Lotus looked at each other again.