Otonari no Tenshi-sama ni Itsu no Ma ni ka Dame Ningen ni Sareteita Ken (WN)

"Zhou-kun really likes stock rolled eggs."

Apparently Kido explained the situation to me. At midday, I laughed as I remembered on my way out of school.

Was it extra funny or dull, I'm laughing only elegantly, so my surrounding gaze turns to this one.

Don't get upset, I'll keep my hands busy connected, but her grin isn't going to subside. He's holding his midday bag even if he wants to hold his cheek, and the opposite is irresistible because he's holding his hand.

"You put it in your lunch regularly, don't you? I served the rest of the morning, and occasionally for dinner, right?

"That's it, this is this. I wanted to have that lunch."

"Already. Kido begged me to apologize for my serious face."

Apparently she felt responsible and was going to bow her head at midday in discipline.

Nothing. As for Zhou, I didn't mean to blame Kido in any way. This is the one that's dented because of the little things, and I didn't drop it on the ground. The taste has changed somewhat.

"No, I think I did something sorry to Kido. I'm just sorry I took the liberty of doing this."

"Zhou-kun said he looked too serious."

"No, 'cause come on... it's a midday stock rolled egg"

"I'll always make you one."

"... dinner too?

"Do you want me to change the menu? He has no choice."

At all, my voice seems to play a little fun even though I use words that are frightening, so I guess it's not that I don't like it.

Mindful of the subtle itching and feeling of being treated as a child with a gentle grin, Zhou subtly pressed his lips to contain the possibility of pointing.

"Then I'll put some stock rolled eggs on you for dinner today. I'll have you spoiled today instead, won't I?

"What, if that's okay with you, I'll do it at all. You don't have to ask me."

Basically, if a solid midday is going to sweeten up, I'm willing to accept it and spoil it no matter what you don't want. I can even say that loving midday is one of my hobbies.

If you agree with me, the middle of the day when I brought up the story wanders the other way.

"... that's troublesome"

"Why?"

"'Cause Zhou-kun doesn't know how to add or subtract it, does he?"

"Add or subtract. Were you making it that rambling?

"It's not... if I decide to spoil it, I'll spoil it..."

"I'll make up my mind."

"... if they spoil me too much, I'm in trouble"

I lose my hips for a while and I can't stand, and at midday, when I added small, I laugh.

Even if I spoil anything else, I mouth it with skinship, and it's about hugging, but at midday, that seems pretty harsh, too. I don't seem to want to be in that state because I also watch Zhou very closely that if I even spoil him, he will lose his strength and become a helo.

"Anyway, no excessive stuff. Be normal."

"I don't care if I say spoil it normally. I've always been normal."

"... this is the Fujimiya family's blood trick..."

"Because I'm not as good as my father"

There's no more spoiling skill in boulders than my father's, and I don't make it natural.

For Zhou, his father is very sweet, gentle and affectionate within him. It is one of the ideals that I would like to calm down somewhat but would like to be. I don't think I'm getting there, and I didn't think I was smart enough myself.

"... I'd like to let Shibako hear that dialogue. You're not home anymore, are you?"

"Why, Mother.... Well, I'm home."

My parents have already left Zhou's house. It is natural because I will start work tomorrow.

It was a busy weekend, so I'm going to be confused by that discrepancy when I get home.

"You're going to miss me"

"I was with my mother at midday, and it seemed like a lot of fun."

"That's fun. You can hear Zhou-kun's old story."

"... I wonder if it's spoiled."

"Eh, well, that's kind of"

Midday panics around me today when I thoroughly decide to spoil it to get my parents to expose what they talked about, but it's bad that midday slipped my mouth. If I hadn't noticed, I'd try to spoil it modestly, but it doesn't seem to work that way anyway.

If I let my lips draw an arc about how I would do it, I would continue to poke my head until I reached the supermarket at midday with my subtly pulled face poking my head into the two arms around me.