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

"In the end, how far is Kohal?"

When I was obsessed and stripping the bye shellfish (of course, the tail (...) was carefully removed), Murasaki asked me that abruptly.

... How far?

I don't know the intent of the question and I lean my neck in one hand on the claw yang branch.

Murasaki-san then went out of her way to climb out of the table, blushing slightly on her cheeks, and looked over at me...

"... with Karesi, don't make me say it"

"Karesi......?

Karesi, Karesi, boyfriend......?

After the windchime chirped three times in silence, I finally swallowed the meaning of Mr. Murasaki's words.

"Oh, that's not what you are, Pushtail. Yikes!?

"Hey, let it go!

Murasaki-san seldom blocked both ears.

I shouted at you, but this is something I can't help!

Murasaki-san, who suddenly mentioned something weird, is worse! Yeah, that's right.

"You know what... we're dating, right? Kohal and Sorta"

I shake something like that.

The wrinkles carved between Murasaki-san's eyebrows deepened.

"So, what's the relationship?

"Is that... Ri, a friend of both thoughts...?

Of course, I know I'm saying weird things myself.

But Murasaki-san, even though I'm scared of your face, I hope you don't stare at me with such a scared eye...

"I don't know. Explain."

"Well... it's something I can tell people..."

Say it.

"I say."

He was awesome in a low voice and succumbed at the speed of light.

I figured Yankee people might be interested in this kind of sex shack...

What a prejudice in my chest, I began to tell her how pompous I was and how I had been.

That I met you and fell in love during the entrance exam.

Then when I was tangled up with my scary brothers at “cafe tutuji," that you helped me.

That we both ate roll ice cream or drank tapioca milk tea because of that.

That you confessed on the phone, that you convinced your father for me, that you rode two people on your bike and went to see the fireworks.

And that's where I confessed...

By the way, the fire almost came out of my face in embarrassment, but I managed to finish talking about the whole thing.

I'm sure Mr. Murasaki has a lot of experience with this (bias) because he's a Yankee, and my awkward love story would have been frivolous and boring...

With that in mind, I look down and see how Chi and Murasaki are doing.

Then her reaction was unexpected.

……

With a cheek cane on the table, she turned bright red on her face and strayed her gaze diagonally downwards.

And my mouth moved slightly...

".................. nice......"

"What?"

I felt like words popped up that I hadn't made a prediction, and I overheard them.

Then Murasaki-san returns to me all the time, making her voice absurd.

"Hey... don't make me talk about itching!

"Murasaki-san told me to talk!?

"Ugh!

Once drunk, I pointed my lips in dissatisfaction.

Irrational, unreasonable. Yankees are scared.

When I sent you a gaze of protest, you just realized your irrationality, Murasaki coughed up one thing.

"For now, I know what it's gonna be, but so what do you mean, friends of both thoughts? From what I've heard, you're both confessing."

They poke me where the pain hurts fast, and I get smaller and smaller.

"... but we're not at all that, like lovers..."

"Grandpa Suri"

"But..."

I couldn't speak afterwards, and I mumbled.

I'm disgusted by my cowardice, which I can't even put into words.

I'm sure someone as experienced as Mr. Murasaki would feel sorry to see me like this, he could be cursed.

Murasaki-san slowly opened her mouth as she shrunk.

"... I don't know what it's like to be afraid to change."

I look up unexpectedly and keep an eye out.

Murasaki-san went on further.

"If you stop like that, you'll turn into one who regrets it."

"Murasaki-san..."

On her side looking out the window worryingly at the sea, she even felt something mocking herself.

- If I stopped, I'd turn into one who regrets it.

I don't know why, even though that's a very simple word, it was more convincing than any love guide I've seen online.

Maybe Murasaki-san...

"... Murasaki-san had someone she liked too?

"Huh...!

As soon as I put out the word "likes”, Murasaki's complexion changed.

- Here a sensitive rubber radar (self-proclaimed) reacts strongly to the signs of romance.

This, for sure.

I mimic Mr. Murasaki earlier and ride myself out of the table.

Mr. Murasaki slowly backs off, but won't let him get away with it.

I smile with a grin, a word.

"Love bananas are the usual giveaways and takes, right?

"... extra things, I should have said"

Murasaki-san exhales a deep sigh.

He finally noticed. She started talking slowly.

"Even so, there's nothing like talking about it, when I used to still live in the cherry garden, there was a guy I liked. I ended up coming over here for the sake of my parents' work, and I knew it..."

"I still like it!?

I say to the taste of eating, with my eyes shining.

Murasaki-san's face became quite red as funny as it was.

"Then don't be silly! I don't even think about him anymore!

"Hmm......?

I try to distort my mouth all the time.

With this in mind, Murasaki roars bitterly as he blushes.

Could I have discovered the unexpected weakness of the woman Yankee (biased) Murasaki......!

"The truth is, you still like it...?

"Huh...! Choshi's!

Pampered, and sounded like an empty box.

Murasaki-san's flat hand struck me in the head.

Ouch!?

I hold my head and look at Mr. Murasaki, tearing both eyes together.

"Ya, I knew I was a Yankee, so I can get my hands on it...! Before words, fists......!

"Ah!? Who's the Yankee! Because the Omae are persistent! I don't like anything anymore!

Murasaki-san waves up again, roaring at her.

Ko, as it is, I get slapped in the head until I'm stupid!?

I thought so. I closed my eyes and shouted aggressively.

"-But you mean you regret it!?

"Huh...!

Keep your eyes tightly closed and shrink like shellfish.

But the next attack is not coming.

When I opened my rough thin eyes and looked up, Mr. Murasaki was solidifying with his hands waved up.

When I looked at her face at this time, it was so complicated that it was difficult to explain it with my mouth...

"Hmm!"

Eventually, Mr. Murasaki also sat back on the spot with a rough nose and went back to the task of stripping the bye shells.

Ha, thank God...?

I start to sit back and peel off the bye shells again, frightened.

Only the murky noise of the shells rolling inside the bowl echoed for a while.

I asked in a trembling voice in such intolerable silence that I could not understand the flavour of the shellfish.

"... well, what was that person like...?

"Ah!? Still pulling!?

"Hih! Sorry!"

Keep your head tight and round.

Murasaki-san sighed one thing, as she lost her mind when she was trembling as it was.

"... the soccer club, the fastest leg in the class, you always had misanga wrapped around your leg, the name Ren... see, you can do this already"

Murasaki-san cheeked on the shellfish.

Murasaki-san's sole was an unreserved story, but I had one thing to catch on to.

"Ren......?

Ren, is that it? It's like I did know someone with that name, I didn't...?

Well, I guess it has nothing to do with Murasaki's story where he was, but I don't know, this radar is reacting...

It was like that, yeah, when I was twisting my head.

From the entrance and exit! And there was a noise.

To the loud sound of my thoughts I shook my shoulders, but Murasaki stood up and headed for the entrance and exit, saying, "Oh, someone's here," as he was used to.

Outside the door, multiple voices of men and women were heard.

"Ah? It won't open... it's not locked..."

"Oh, aren't they badly built? It looks old to me."

"Shizuku? Don't say that in front of a store like that."

"What do you want to do? Shall we wait till the shopkeeper comes out?"

"No, it's going to open in a little while..."

Oh, this voice...

Four familiar shadows beyond the trembling drawer.

Murasaki-san struck one tongue with a "chip," stood in front of the door and said.

"- Don't force it to open, the door's coming off, just wait a minute."

That said, Mr. Murasaki kicks the drawer lightly with his toenails.

Then when Mr. Murasaki put his hand on the door, the door opened gently as the earlier offense was a lie.

"My husband would be out right now, or it's not business time yet, what the hell..."

Ever since I said this, Mr. Murasaki has acknowledged the face of the person standing across the drawer and has hardened as if frozen.

At the end of her gaze, I looked down at her with a strange face, and I saw him...

…… You got something on my face?

Oh, well.

Speaking of which, is he also named Ren?

It's neat.