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

There was no such thing as an event mood at home though Valentine's, and I actually went home and rested as usual.

It was too early to cook dinner, so there was midday next door, but there were no signs of floating around or taking any action around.

I didn't expect to get it, so I don't mind, but it was due to the guy's possession that I subtly learned to grieve.

"You smelled sweet at school today."

It's Valentine's Day.

They gave it to a girl with whom they had friends, but they didn't even give it to the boys in law, so they heard a terribly discouraged voice from the boys in love with the angels.

I had the question why do you think you can get it when there is no major involvement periodically...... but I guess the expectations still do.

"Well, valentines and some good-looking guys are the only things that matter. Boys like us don't matter at events."

"It's an enlightened breeze."

"I'm not proud of you, but I've never gotten fate. I just got my Russian brother-in-law chocolate from a thousand years old."

"Russian Step Chocolate"

"I hear there's a couple of stimulant chocolates mixed inside the regular chocolate."

I was afraid to eat it because it seemed to be mixed with chocolate with intense spiciness and soothing sweetness and bitterness and contents that were each likely to destroy my taste.

"Awesome stuff again..."

"I'll eat later, but guess what if I'm bored"

"You eat right"

"Well, you've got something for me. I'll eat it. It's not poisonous."

Even stimulants are not so harmful to the body, so I am going to eat them while appreciating what they have made.

I was deliberately given time, so the recipient should eat it. Although I am very uncomfortable because of the irritants.

"... Really?"

"I didn't get anything else, and it's not about Valentines or anything like me," he said.

It would be enough to just get one in-laws chocolate.

I wondered what I would do in return, and watched quietly around midday as I lowered my eyebrows as I had trouble thinking about the day of return that I would wait a month later.

After dinner, I ate a thousand years old chocolate and stuck it at my desk.

The boxes I received from a thousand years old had dividers at equal intervals and contained about twelve truffles.

There are four types of detachment. That means a third will pull the detachment.

Since the big detachment in it is a type of spicy, well, otherwise, I thought I could eat it normally, so I picked it - it was like this.

"You hit it."

"... spend a few days trying to eat this..."

They were making drinks in the kitchen. Midday notices Zhou's condition and he calls out with some affection.

Although I managed to swallow it, it hurts the earliest rather than the scope that it is hard in my mouth. I am heavily aware that spiciness is not a taste, but that was not the problem anymore.

Fortunately, it doesn't mean you can't really eat it, it fits to such an extent that it's bearable but tough.

The twinge irritation characteristic of wasabi that comes out of my nose often impresses me that I've locked in the volatile ingredients, but I don't have to put my hands on that much, which makes me ill with physiological tears.

Wasabi is attacking my nose and eyes, and chili and habanero powder are burning my tongue. Intense flavour...... or the pain made me bumpy with just one grain.

"I'm sad for you. Some people think," Look at hell first, and the rest is heaven. "

That being said, it's not something I can handle right now.

I heard a softly sighing noise around my heart wishing this pain would leave soon, and I heard a cotton-stiff noise from my side.

"Look, go ahead and revisit it it"

If you look up, there's a mug on the side that gives off hot air and a sweet smell.

Inside, dark brown liquid.

"Cocoa?"

"You look alike. Chocolate show...... well plainly put, it's hot chocolate. I'm understated about the sweetness, but I thought it would be enough to reword it."

"It helps......"

Now I want to wash this pain away for now.

If you pour the mug into your mouth with hot chocolate for your hand, it spreads a neat, rich flavor.

It smells sweet with chocolate, but it's not as sweet as it sounds. It tasted very easy to drink and relaxed due to the sweetness of bitter and other sensations.

"Good."

"That's good"

Though pale returned, I slowly taste hot chocolate to delude the pain in my mouth without worrying.

The irritants weren't in bulk, they were only tightly coated with chocolate mixed and solidified in ganache before sprinkling powdered sugar, so the first impact was strong but it pulled over time.

By the time I drank it I was finally getting my usual tongue, but I'm still sore.

"Ha... he really mixed it all up..."

"Was it that hard?

"That's because I put chili wasabi habanero in there. Damn... I'm glad I had a reword, but I was eating it outside."

"Well, you're lucky to be unhappy."

"Totally."

Thousands of years old, and even as I poisoned her small, I can't really blame her for trying to surprise her.

Except for detachment, it probably tasted decent, and it wasn't malicious. Zhou had to laugh bitterly because he was not only feeding people but he was also on the palate.

"Even so, that's rare. With hot chocolate? Usually hot milk or something, right?

"... yeah, well"

"Did you make this, possibly because it's Valentine's Day?

Basically, I drink more hot milk and milk tea at midday than cocoa, but I rarely made these drinks, so I still hear them with a little anticipation.

"... well"

"Mm-hmm. Thank you."

Nodded small, Zhou spills a softly relieved exhale.

I was pretty embarrassed to be over-conscious if this denied me, but apparently it fit.

It's Valentine's Day at midday, so it's a corner, so I guess I'm in the mood for something like that. I know it was just sloppy for the event, but I was grateful.

If I told him "it was delicious" again, midday seemed kind of cozy and clumsy.

"What's wrong?

"... Um, the"

"Yeah?"

Sit next to me and listen back gently because it will be harder to say if you hurry.

If you only gently encourage me, I'll look up at this one at midday, half filling my face with a cuffed cushion. She was slightly rounded and anxious, and wanted to stroke her head with cuteness.

I waited quietly because she was strangely cute and smiling at me doing tricks like a small animal, but at midday I would never try to spin the continuation just because of a puffy tremor.

"... or I'm leaving"

On the contrary, he suddenly stood up and grabbed his stuff.

Heh, when I leaked my voice, I was out of the living room with my footsteps up.

The sound of the front door opening and the door closing within the circumference being solidified, then the sound of locking, quickly disappeared at midday.

I didn't think of it too early to say, "Yeah...?" and my voice leaks.

(Did I do something...?

Anxiety occupies my chest when I was half confused because I didn't think I could get away with the boulder and maybe I did something to undermine her mood...

I was worried about what I would do if I remained in a bad mood when I met her tomorrow, and I got up and tried to go see the front door where she disappeared, and I realized that a paper bag was being raised in my own door knob.

It is the light pink paper bag she had when she left and has a message card secured with a seal on the outside.

"I always take care of you, and thank you for your day to day"

That was noted in a polite letter that seemed midday, slightly rounded, but trivial, and a peek inside contained a box of pastel pink wrapped in a chocolate-colored ribbon.

Though I wondered why I was here, I also immediately realized that I had called at that time.

Apparently, he was ashamed to give it directly. I said I wouldn't give it to a man. Some of them seemed rather hesitant.

(I wish I could have given it to you normally)

I sit on the couch and retrieve the contents while grinning bitterly at a rather modest midday in such a place.

The cute wrapped box has a midday femininity.

You can have it at once, and I slowly unwrapped it and opened the lid, even as I got subtly anxious.

Inside is a so-called orangette dipped in chocolate with rounded candied oranges in individual packaging of vinyl.

The contrast between the bright orange color and the glossy deep chocolate color dazzled my eyes and how delicious it seemed.

The chocolate used in the coating also has a version of white chocolate, and the version of fruit with lemon is packaged together, so it doesn't seem like the first thing to get tired of.

With Orangette, another message is accompanied.

'You don't seem to like sweets very much, so I made them easy to eat. I hope it suits your mouth.'

It's written that way, and I remember about ten days ago.

"What would you like?

"I don't like or dislike sweet things...... I guess the one that isn't so sweet"

She remembered the conversation with Thousand Years Old properly, and she adapted it to her tastes.

It illuminates me with the delicate care of midday and the fact that I was remembered for my preferences and the fact that I got them from her in the first place, making my cheeks feel so hot.

I stared at the normal orangette wrapped one at a time for ease of eating, and took it in my hand.

Beautiful contrast of lustrous glossy chocolate and vibrant oranges slowly sip it.

Spread over the mouth is the sweetness and sourness of candied oranges and the bitterness of salted plums that are not too sweet of bitter chocolate.

Both sides had successfully enhanced their flavors and had a brilliant harmony.

(... delicious)

It feels better than the over-the-counter stuff, probably because it's handmade at midday.

That's what I think, I'll take another bite.

The midday orangette was, sweet and sour, bitter and - why, asexually sweet.