I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

I couldn't wait for the after-school hours several times. It is now that I realized that Yuran was involved in all this.

Vio, let me wait.

Many students appeared in classrooms that became less popular after dropping out of school. I feel that the door that was supposed to be so big is smaller than when I walked through it. I feel the difference in physique due to trivial things that I have not been aware of before.

As she approached with her bag, Yuran and her eyes met with a smile of serenity scattered with small flowers.

"Going somewhere? I have a salon ready for you."

"Eh... I'm sorry, I didn't have anything for you."

"That's what I told you. I'll get you ready."

"But I started it... I'm sorry, thank you."

"Thank you is all you have to do in times like this."

"... thank you."

"Nh! Are you sure? If it's troublesome to travel, I'll have the salon prepare tea and sweets."

"If you get a corner, it'll be a waste if you don't get one."

I think Violet's response was expected from Yuran, who nodded satisfied. If you want to go to the city, you must be able to understand Violet's range of actions and choices without checking, because Yuran is proud of his stunts.

We deliberately prepared a salon because we both wanted to take it easy and at the same time had something to talk about. Because someone asked me bad, and I wasn't able to make unwanted rumors.

"I've said a lot about your request, but I hope you like it. I made my own selection."

"I like Marine and Yuran better than anyone, so I won't worry about anything. I'm more worried about whether Yuran is taking his share."

"That's what I said."

Yuran reserved a salon with glass walls and ceilings that looked more like an outdoor terrace than a single room. At first glance, the view is good and the sun is good, but the wood connecting the glass is dark brown and chic. Sometimes the garden facing is made up of trees rather than flowers, which is not a very popular room. Originally, more colorful places were preferred, but Villette preferred less popular places.

Ah, the table set is finished.

Sweet aroma spreading indoors. A tea set and a tea bar protected by a cake dome are lined up on a clean table. I don't know if it was calculated until the arrival time or if Yuran was telling it, but the work of the waiters who are perfectly organized up to this time should be called craftsmanship.

"Vio is better off with milk, right? It's still a little hot."

"Thank you. Is Yuran's chocolate this way?

"Yeah, it's got a really high cocoa content. I tried one before, but it was delicious."

Perhaps Yuran, who entertains Violet with flowing behavior, is not very aristocratic. It's only natural that tea preparation is called to serve, and it is difficult to even serve delicious tea, including most students and teachers in the first place. Nonetheless, it is because of human distrust that Yuran acquired these technologies, so I can't say which one is better overall.

Yuran himself is gracious to God who picks up Violet because he sees more and more things for him.

"Just because I think so, I don't think it's suitable for Vio."

…………

Instead of black coffee, even the café au lait felt a little bit of pain and frowned. Instead, the bulk, which is stronger in black than what you are always eating, will probably be a pretty bad category.

Still, it is the sweetness of the sweet party that still has the preconception that chocolate is sweet, and Yuran, who always just laughs and watches what he is eating, always says that if he is not interested in it, he lies... and his finger stretches to the smallest shard.

"─ ─!?

"Eh, Vio-chan!?

"Nh, nnh... this... nnh, nnh"

In the past, it was much more painful than when I accidentally ate it, and it melted in my mouth without swallowing, and flowed into my throat. Every time your tongue touches you, it feels like cold sweat on your spine. I deserved it because I reached out after understanding it, but I felt shocking enough to think that I would remain a sweetheart for the rest of my life.

"Hey, are you okay? It seems to be even more bitter than regular bitters, so, uh, drink this. This is for Vio, so let's revise it."

"Nh, n... I thought there was. It tasted amazing."

"I think it's pretty bitter because it's a cocoa 95 or something. I have a sweet aftertaste, so it was just right."

"My tongue still feels strange....."

"I should've stopped sooner."

"I ate it on my own. It's unusual for Yuran to taste sweets like this, right? I lost my curiosity."

"Don't overdo it."

"Yeah, I'll never eat it again."

It might be a snack for his favorite Yuran, but for Violet, it was a struggle to eat mud. Each taste is different. I don't have any trouble or trouble with it because there is no obstacle.

I wonder if it's after eating it. This ball cookie is so sweet and delicious. "

"Mine is delicious too."

That said, Yuran brings to his mouth a black mass that Violet wanted to spit out earlier. No signs of sugar, no distortion, but rather no discomfort in tasting it with a smile on your face. That's why I feel uncomfortable because I have experienced the pain that makes me want to scream.

"... I'm a little sorry."

I was told that when I drank black coffee.

"I kind of admire the bitterness."

That's a lot of people.

Why do you think adults prefer bitter to sweet?

Who reads sad novels that make you want to cry more painfully than sweet, sweet, and sweet love novels?

Who looks more miraculous when the unhappy are happy than when the happy are even happier?

Is it because I feel weak that I want to be spoiled and strong that I face the spiciness?

"Well, anyone who doesn't need it will. Sometimes I wish I could eat something sweet."

"Really?

"Yeah, I think it looks delicious when I see Vio eating nicely."

Oh, so Yuran would like to try it too?

Snowball cookies that mimic snow makeup with powdered sugar. Because Violet likes it, it's definitely sweet and delicious. I picked one grain that Yuran would never eat, and stopped it just in the middle between myself and Yuran.

It's bad manners to let people eat, but I don't always do it. I had a little mean intent today, and I was going to eat it because I was going to lie right away.

"... yeah, I guess I'll take it then."

Huh?

In a separate chair, Yuran's face, which was supposed to be sitting next to him, came across the hedge. The cookie, which was caught by the hand that was trying to retract reflectively and was cleverly sandwiched by his lips, quickly went from Violet's finger into Yuran's mouth. Moog, moog, go-goo. In just a few seconds, it was finished in a flowing motion.

"Nh... sure, it's so sweet. I like the taste of Vio."

…………

Yuran, who was as abrupt as when he stopped by, was stunned to watch his fingers wipe off the powdered sugar left on his lips. Late comes the feeling of being left behind and the shame.

"Uh-huh."

I could understand that my body temperature was rising and my cheeks became bright red even though it was not hot. Nothing pulled in my fingertips, and I feel like it reminds me of the feeling of an extra touch, and my brain seems to be boiling. There was no gap in my body temperature, and I flew with the same lightness as the feathers, but it certainly went away.

(Ku, ku... tickle, hit...!)

I definitely touched the fingertips on my chest. Touch that was finished before you could understand softness and elasticity, even less than a kiss. That's why it's complementary, built, and imagined. I wanted you to touch it, beyond that.

Where do you want me to touch it? Why do you want me to touch it?

"Vio? I'm sorry, you behaved badly... are you angry?

"Oh, I'm so angry... I don't have to."

"Which one?

"I'm not angry, but I'm angry!

"Yeah, I'm sorry, it seemed delicious."

While listening to Yuran's moody voice, he turned his heart to calm down.

I was aware of the redness in my ears and I'm sure they noticed it. Because I knew that this kind of interaction was enjoyable.