Hunger is very dangerous.
If you can't concentrate on your studies, you'll find it troublesome to move your body.
Even if you are not aware of it every day, if you skip meals and do activities, you can see that the importance is staining you.
What a way to say it, but it's actually a simple story.
Last night, after having a conversation with Shizuku, I dived into the ocean of thought by myself at the riverbank and completely erased the concept of time from my mind.
I don't even remember the mince, such as the grace period until dinner time that Mom and Maple told me to give me.
When I noticed and rushed home, I changed into a helpless being who had no choice but to watch my mother with her cheeks swollen and her dazed sister confiscate her meal.
A living room where a clear maple elegantly enjoys a cup of coffee with a moody and oblique mother who will not change even in the morning.
It's my fault that I left the refined meal until it cooled down.
However, when I apologized and was told to prepare meals from dinner, I felt relieved.
However, how many times have you turned your gaze to the clock between classes?
It is the middle of the fourth period, the last class in the morning.
... let's start by buying some bread in the dining room after class.
Not confectionery bread, but croquettes and sandwiches and other staple foods are good.
When I was in class patiently waiting for my stomach to burst, a small word was thrown at me with a voice that looked like it was coming through from next to me.
"I wish I could have had a snack during the holidays."
"The morning shop was bought by the exercise department... you big eaters"
I turned my eyes to the ground with a grudge.
Whether to stop by a convenience store or to relax at school and get snacks, I went to the balance and made a splendid appearance.
On the day when the shop was open in the morning, the people in the sports department forgot to buy food.
If this was the case, I should have stopped at a convenience store while I was in school.
... because it's so expensive, it's a big deal to have to waste your wallet.
"... or hungry or something, I don't remember."
"I was able to roughly predict it with the cute sound of my stomach just now"
With a smile on his face, Keira-saka turned his attention only to me.
... did you hear me?
Too embarrassed, with a hole in your stomach, until you're not hungry, but hollow.
You can now greet the Pro Boxer's bodyblows with no guards of your own.
The chances of talking to her have diminished considerably over the past few days.
By talking to me, you forgive me for not taking the hand she offered me before.
... no, I guess you want to know.
What am I doing now, and what are my conditions?
The principle of Kaoru Kaorusaka's behavior is exploration.
She displays an unusual willingness to observe how people she likes react and act.
A trivial stop in the process of studying and exercising.
A stop accompanied by twelve results.
"The evening walk is longer than I imagined... I'm reflecting on it because it was long past dinner time"
"Oh, it's troublesome to move your body. It seems like you're worried a lot about taking a walk. You turned down my cooperation... my"
"You don't have to say it twice..."
I knew you had it on your roots.
The gaze from the left one moment changed to something cold, and it changed from hunger to chill that I should have felt.
Let's ask the chairman how to deal with Keirazaka if he loses his mood.
When she thinks about it, she mutters in a small voice.
"I'm going to split my lunch... you were going to eat bread anyway"
"Well, yes... but is that enough for noon?"
I know she doesn't eat too much, but she comes hungry because she's human.
I'm sorry if I can't do it, so I politely refused and went to purchase, but I shut my mouth there.
It would be wrong of me to refuse Keirazaka's concern any longer.
In response to my question, she said that there was no problem with her eyes, and she turned her attention to a lesson that she did not remember the content until the middle without saying anything more.
When I was hungry and worried about my time, it was emotionally about twice as fast.
And finally, just waiting for the lunch break that I visited, I looked in the direction of Keirazaka, who was sitting on the right.
Like a dog who waits for rice.
She gives me a full smile when I've just mastered it.
I smiled with a full face that didn't suit me at all.
……
"Yes, eat as much as you want."
At the same time as the bell at the end of class, Keirazaka put a lunch box on the desk and presented it to me.
No, is it good to call it a lunchbox?
As black, it overlaps many steps and can be seen mainly on New Year's Eve... but the container I know is just a few times smaller than the one offered by Keirazaka.
"The heavy box... isn't it too big?"
"Special order, thank you."
What kind of food fighter challenges me?
When she herself took out the lid of the super-massive heavy box that Keirazaka had taken out, there were many items that were neatly lined up.
It is not a lunch that a single student eats.
The chef is hired and the gift of skill is packed into it.
"Come on... eat it thoroughly"
Keirasaka's eyes were cold enough to call her the Ice Queen.
"My stomach is about to be chopped open..."
He mumbled as he put his hand on the wall of the hallway, feeling that his body was getting heavy.
The feeling of fullness is not as great as when elementary school students ate a meal in a steady motion.
Until the day after tomorrow, I packed it in my stomach bag so that I didn't want to eat dinner, but today's dinner alone must be delicious on time. My mother seems to be seriously depressed, so when school is over, I think I'll lightly exercise on the boulders......
But, Keira-saka... I saw my troubled face and twisted my mouth happily.
I was painfully reminded that I shouldn't get angry, but I regret that the contents were so delicious that I can't say it back strongly.
"That was an amazing amount of lunch."
I wish you could have saved me, though.
I didn't know if it would work, but nearby Miyashita was working on digesting the remaining lunch break.
She changes her expression as she holds a packet of strawberry milk in her mouth that she bought on the first floor.
More and more, I feel that the people around me are similar, but I wonder if it's because of my imagination.
When the heavy body was deposited on the wall a little and stopped, Miyashita stopped next to her for about three people.
Not for two, but for three.
This is where the distance between me and her heart appears.
Not so close, not so far away.
It feels so far away that you can hear your voice if you talk normally.
In Miyashita, fighting is a priority, and I'm just a friend.
It's my secret that I have a little favorable feelings of cleanliness, unlike others who walk up poorly and gain profit.
When I took a breath to encourage digestion, my neighbor, Shinomiya, opened her mouth first.
I feel like Makoto was talking about something in the morning. Do you think I'm mistaken?
No, it's not a mistake.
I put my hand on my waist, exhale deeply, and exhale the discomfort that was stuck in my chest.
Miyashita muttered, "I knew it."
"It's not a big deal... but I thought I knew someone who was good at video editing."
"Video editing, why is that happening again?"
Miyashita looks me in the eye when she says so.
She knows I'm on the executive committee for the farewell party.
Therefore, I could somehow understand why that question requires someone who is good at video editing to prepare for the farewell party.
A common simple degree of editing could have been done by anyone, but the answers came quickly in her.
On top of that, I'm looking for a student who is good at it, so I was wondering why it was necessary, and did you have a different reason?
"In any form, I want to impress the students with a good impression of me, and what I need is skills and taste that I am accustomed to cultivating."
You can't just be full of editing.
I prefer people who have enough experience to be able to incorporate their own unique taste into it.
I wonder if the answer to this was to convince Miyashita.
She quietly lowers her eyelids without questioning her.
Maybe I heard something from Yudu or Atsushi.
Thinking of something, she leaked out her voice with a look that made her feel uncomfortable.
As he sighed deeply, he raised his eyelids and said with a voice that seemed unavoidable.
"I'll tell you, but don't complain... and don't tell anyone else that you heard from me!"
With that, Miyashita took out her smartphone and began to operate it.