Inkya no Boku ni Batsu Game ni Kokuhaku Shitekita Hazu no Gyaru ga, Doumitemo Boku ni Betahore Desu

Have lunch with her. Any man should be absolutely paranoid at one time. I think there is no difference between yin and yang. [M]

No, I don't know if it's ever gonna happen.

At least I've been paranoid. [M] Paranoia is free.

That's what this is all about.

Me and her go alone on the roof. She seems a little embarrassed and slowly opens her lunchbox, even as she puts up a line of prevention that she has failed.

But the contents of it are her words and a delicious lunch that looks perfectly cooked on her back, and I'll eat it and tell her it's delicious. She smiles and spends a happy lunch break with me as I collude......

It's such a normal delusion.

I didn't even imagine it would happen to me. I thought the paranoia would end up being paranoid.

Besides, his opponent is Nanami.

She should have confessed in the punishment game, meeting me, then joining hands with me to school, and even making lunch.

Different degrees of seriousness to punitive games.

No, isn't this a one-changer interpretation that I'm liked for?

... You shouldn't be complacent. I still don't remember her doing that much for me. [M] I haven't done anything to make her mellow yet.

Let's inscribe on her chest that this is an action in pursuit of her own "ideal portrait of her".

If you don't think so... I can't stand it right now. Mainly from the gaze around.

We're both on the roof right now after lunch break. Our high school is rooftop liberated, so it's not uncommon for people to eat on the roof during lunch break. It's not unusual......

Quite a lot of people today.

"It feels good on the roof when the weather is nice. Oh, that bench over there is empty. You want to eat on that bench over there? Let's go, Yangshin."

"Right, Mr. Seven Seas."

It goes without saying why there are so many people. These are the people who gathered to visit me and Mr. Seven Seas for lunch. So even though there are many people, there are blatantly few around me and Mr. Seven Seas.

Guys, it's like we're all gathered around me and Mr. Seven Seas to watch the distant windows. Something like the donut phenomenon I learned in class is happening.

Incidentally, Audio Changer and Kamikeuchi (possibly) are not here.

They were them and left saying they were going to have lunch with their own boyfriend for a while. They're both... sneaking out of school.

Until yesterday, they were having lunch with Mr. Seven Seas and the three of us.

That must have been their guard to Nanakai, who is unfamiliar with men.

And it was taken over by me. I'm sure that's what you're saying about not being there. This makes me feel pressured to lay down a major role.

But more than that, the amount of this gaze is really tight.

The gaze of curiosity from the girls is still good. This is uncomfortable, but harmless, and rather their interest seems to be more in Mr. Seven Seas than mine. In the sense of why you chose me.

The problem is the men's gaze.

Hate, resentment, resentment, jealousy, remorse, anger... are turning such a ridden gaze of emotions on me.

There is Mr. Nanakai, so he doesn't seem to be attacking me, but I still feel a gaze that is about to strike me.

There is an expression that says if people can kill because of hate or if people can kill because of their gaze, but I want to take this gaze and say it.

He said he was going to be killed by hatred.

He said he was going to get killed with his gaze.

He said there was going to be a hole in his stomach.

Mr. Seven Seas just plays in a punitive game, so I want to scream, don't worry, but I can't do that, so I'm the only one who can stand it anyway.

"Yangshin, what's wrong? Come quickly."

At some point, Nanakai, sitting on the bench with my grid elsewhere, invites me with a pompous hand next to him. He said to sit next to him.

I sit next to her as she urges me. [M] She has two small lunchboxes in her hand, one of which she hands to me.

"... Could it have been this, waking you up early today?

"... yeah... yes"

Dye her cheeks just a little. She looks embarrassed.... you woke up early for me and made me lunch.

Yeah, what is it? Now I feel like I can stand the gaze that pours on me. [M] Cash while I'm at it, or are you feeling well...

"I really wanted to surprise you at lunch, but what would Yangshin do if it was lunch, I'd be stuck with Hatsumi in the morning... Good thing Yangshin didn't bring lunch."

"Neither did I. I didn't think Mr. Seven Seas would make me lunch. Glad to hear it."

I get my lunch money from my parents, so I basically buy bread in purchasing or eat in learning food... but my lunch bill for today has floated all around...

Well, even if I had brought lunch, I would have eaten this. I'm not the one with the thick food, but I'm sure I can afford that.

No, I eat even if I can't. I can understand how important this lunch box is. [M]

"Hey, I want you to open it without boggling..."

"Oh, oh, sorry. Yeah, I'll take it."

I'll open the lunchbox full. [M]

As a matter of fact, Nanakai-san is a bad cook here and I try my best to complete it... there is no such thing as a bad development, lunch boxes are normal... no, it seemed pretty tasty.

"Wow..."

The first time I saw a girl's handmade lunch, I wonder... it looked too dazzling to me.

There are three tiny cute sized handles, which are colorful even though they are handy, like wrapping a knoll or sprinkling around them.

The egg roll is beautifully yellow with no coarseness and looks like gold.

There are about four fried chicken in the main, but lettuce and petite tomatoes are placed around and the colors are bright.

I slowly and carefully place the open lunch box on the bench first. Nanakai-san tilts her neck at my actions... but I don't mind taking out my smartphone and taking pictures of that lunch box.

Many of them in a row, at various angles.

"Hey! What are you doing!?"

"No, I can't eat this work of art without recording it."

When I take a dozen or so pictures with the confused Nanakai on my ass, I satisfy myself and join hands against Nanakai again.

"I'll have it."

"... Enjoy"

Even though I dyed my cheeks a little shy, Mr. Seven Seas answered that. I'm kind of glad about that.

The rice balls have a fluffy grip on the hard rice, a texture that allows rice to unravel in your mouth.

The egg rolls are not too hard or soft, and the sweet flavor is perfect for my taste.

The fried chicken stays the same with the crisp clothing texture even if it's cold, and the chopsticks don't stop to flavor the dark eyes.

In short, it's all delicious.

I was obsessed with eating, but if I had to tell you what I thought, I'd get a second rice balls.

"Rice balls, you're a tiny, cute size. Beautifully round."

"Thanks. My hands are so tiny, they're really going to be that size."

Nanakai-san flutters her palms at me, and I became strongly aware that her thin fingers formed this rice balls there.

... sucks when you're conscious. Something's already gone wrong. I can't tell you exactly what it is, but it sucks!

Confused enough to lose my vocabulary, I still taste and eat her lunch.

Because I ate it obsessively or because it was a small lunchbox... I flattened the lunch in no time.

"It was a pleasure. It was delicious"

"Thank you very much."

She looked like she was still eating and regretted eating a little too fast.

"Mr. Seven Seas, you're a good cook."

"Making lunch is my role. I snuck up and made more for one today, and I brought it."

Does she have parents working as well as I do? Is it to help you with that, or how great it is to make lunch... when I thought so...

Gugu ~......

My belly rings... small, but at the size that Mr. Seven Seas can hear.

My face turned red and her face turned a little blue.

"Oh... sorry!! That's right, you're a boy, my spare lunchbox isn't enough!

She hastily apologized to me.

My stomach, you idiot!

Why couldn't I put up with it a little longer? At least bear with Mr. Seven Seas until you take a different course of action. If you're a man!

Yes, to be honest... this amount wasn't enough to say I wasn't a big eater.

So I was going to buy some bread or something later on in my purchase... shame on her because of her gutless stomach...

"Sorry, I still have it... yes, fried chicken, please?

When I was sending reprimands to my stomach, Mr. Nanakai offered me fried chicken picked with his chopsticks.

Huh?

What do you mean?

This is the so-called "ahem" schematic. I've seen a lot of them in comics and stuff, so I'm pretty sure.

Did she notice that too, she turns her face bright red later... but doesn't take down the chopsticks.

The noise disappeared from the surrounding area… it felt like everyone was watching us sipping on our backs.

I shuddered and cheeked up the fried chicken she offered me, saying I shouldn't keep her waiting any longer.

... nervous and I don't know what it tastes like... but I'm sure it would taste better than just now. There's no way it doesn't taste good.

It's my stomach... you did a good job.

My palms are spinning too many circles like a drill but no problem. Anyway, you did a good job.

Nanakai-san, who pulled the chopsticks aside, quietly proceeded to eat the rest of her lunch.

"Ha... Hatsumi and the others... well... here's how we feed each other... do it..."

"Heh... heh... yeah..."

Then for a while, I couldn't have a decent conversation.

We were able to resume the conversation after me and her face became reddish and normal...

In that conversation, I honestly told him that I was short on quantity. I'm already satisfied with it in many ways now, but I really want to eat some more.

"So today, on the way home, Yang Credit's lunchbox, why don't you go buy it with me?

An unexpected suggestion stops me thinking.

"... can I interpret that as making it again tomorrow?

"I was going to... Was it annoying?

"There is no such thing. I know with great pleasure."

The effect of happiness and temper makes her tone strange, but when she only whined small and "good," she joined hands in front of her chest.

God...... I have no remorse for dying here anymore. The best part of my life must be now!

They're sending us all sorts of sights. They might kill us, don't you mind? I'm sure I won't be happier.

When she thought so, Ms. Qiaohai dyed her cheeks with a slightly embarrassing smile as she tilted her little neck, whining in a small voice.

It's an after-school date.

... God... let me withdraw my foreword.

I'll stay alive no matter what!