For Some Reason, the School Goddess Likes to Hang Out at My House

My throat is strangely dry.

It feels like the moisture and moisture in your body dries up.

With the rush, my heart is beating faster.

"... hey, no?

"Really...? Sometimes I think it looks like a lunch box..."

As an illustration, there are no good words out there.

I guess this is the “packed” condition.

"No, no! I mean, you look alike, you're two melons!! Except for the lunch boxes I sell, the contents won't be with me until they're arranged."

"Ugh..."

I sigh and look up at the tree.

The sound of the trees swinging in the wind sounds as if they are laughing at a stupid clown.

Ah, the wind seems pleasant.

It's blue.

Ha ha......

"Is it a reality escape?

"Don't read my mind properly."

"It's on my face, so it's easy to understand. But what do you get away with?

"No, look at what's going on."

"Fun lunch for the four of us."

"Ha... I'm tired."

"So today we're going to cook pig ginger to restore fatigue."

"That's not what I'm talking about..."

I sigh at the Young Palace as if I were not willing to hide it.

He didn't look particularly upset, and Ning Ro doesn't seem to know why I look tired.

And he watched me and the young palace interact so the other two could eat in.

Kenichi, my eyes are sparkling.

"Showa, I thought, come on."

"Yeah? What the..."

"It sounds like a wild thing to ask, but it's called a matching lunch box, it's called an interaction between the two --"

Like ignoring Kenichi, who talks a little less, I start eating lunches.

Yes, I knew the troublesome developments after this.

"Are you guys dating?

Kenichi's face with a nigga is sexually angry.

I stopped eating and saw Kenichi staring.

"No. The house is the neighborhood, that's all."

"We're not dating."

As if at the right time, the Young Palace also made a denial.

Even though it is true, I feel indescribable, especially when they say it out without changing my expression......

Well, it's true that it would be more helpful to deny it clearly than to weird it out here.

Some of the other students who were watching us had a slightly horrible look on their face.

"Hmm. Is that really all?

"No, I 'm--"

I cough to stop talking about the youth palace.

"It is true, however, that we are getting food divided by the imposition of the Youth Palace. Besides, Kenichi's my house... you know that.

"Oh, well..."

"... Kenichi, what do you mean? Maybe I shouldn't ask?

Kenichi looks at me chilly.

"What do we do?" He seems to be hearing it with his eyes.

"I say it because it's not a troublesome story to ask. Well, for now, my house is so boring that it's super attached. I mean, there's no money."

"... I see"

Fuji-san turns a blind eye at first.

It's hard on me the other way around when I get reacted like that......

"I think Kenichi and Fuji-san would know if I told you so much."

"I don't know, though?

"... I don't know either"

I flatter my shoulders and breathe deeply.

"Such a kind young palace of hearts stumbles upon me... yes, I really stumbled upon it. So you're looking after me."

"Hmmm...... well"

"What, that look? You don't believe me?

"No, 'cause I gave up a hundred steps and found out about the lunch box. I thought it might feel like feeding a cute animal."

"Feeding, you... It's not a mistake."

"But how's the study going? From the stream, Showa suddenly started studying thanks to the Young Palace, right?

I chew egg rolls.

I thought Kenichi would poke me there.

"It feels like dinner, too. Thinking about it, I can't thank Mr. Youngmiya enough for his kindness. I feel like an angel in a loving response to a miserable lamb."

"You're really twisting me."

"Whatever. I told you the truth."

"It's a fact. ~? I don't think so."

"There's nothing you guys can imagine. A pitiful man who is spoiled for moderation. That is the situation now. Nothing more or otherwise. So --"

I breathe heavily.

"Stop making weird assumptions, I'm annoying Mr. Youngmiya"

"Perseverance," he added.

Kenichi, who was hella until just now, stops laughing and turns to a serious look.

The vine sitting beside it breathes unfortunately small for some reason.

"... Nagasaki-san, I seem to return the word--"

Keen corn. Keen corn.

The prebell at the beginning of the class rings so as to block the words of the vine.

I cleared my lunch.

"That's it, then."

"Oh, hey, Showa! Not yet."

"You know what? Nothing. We need to get to class."

"Mr. Permanent Tree, later --"

The voice of the youth palace heard slightly.

I walked away without looking back.

The look on her face, which I saw for a moment, seemed to be peeling...

Was it your fault?