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

"Next, eat shaved ice!

The four of us resumed hanging out, but we were to stop again for what Thousand Years said. The shaved ice stall went too far. Perhaps there's more ahead to go, but I don't know where it is, so it's a little quicker to go back.

"What kind of stomach are you really..."

"This is the stomach."

I'm pounding on my stomach, but I just know how thin it is no less than midday. It is surprising because this belly contains fried buckwheat noodles, fried chicken and squid roast.

I was staring at my stomach looking at where I was being treated... and I was smiling bitterly at midday when I thought the same thing.

"Chitoshi, you don't get fat, do you? I'm so sleek and envious."

"Healthy finesse, isn't it? It's tight."

"Uh, more compliments."

"It's really not thin... it's really thin when I hold it."

It's a well stuck tree, so I guess you know how thin a thousand years are. The tree is not extra thick, but rather thin because it is mid meat, but the thinness of a thousand years is noticeable when it is stuck together.

Now that you have the perfect figure that muscles don't float around, you can peek at a thousand years of hard work.

"You don't get fat for eating well."

"Metabolism's good."

"Besides, it's hard to get fat physically. I can't get anywhere else for that matter."

"... Ikun, oide over here"

You let your mouth slip, I realized in an instant, probably because a thousand years old gave you an unchallenged voice with a grinning smile.

Thousands of years old naturally get angry because they touched the area they care about plainly. I feel extra angry because I'm more of a boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, that was rude, please stop kicking my tibia"

"I've said it every time, but it's not worth a word? Talk friendly over there?

Send it to the tree without grieving and putting it in your mouth to a thousand years old who stuck to the arm of the tree with a smile and a laugh.

"If it doesn't ring a bell, you'll be shot..."

"Did I say something?

"Anything."

I refuse to accept it because it is an excuse to fly over here, and I smile deliberately to pass the tree rescue request at midday, which is troubling me next door.

"What do you want shaved ice for midday?

"Uh... yes, strawberries...?

"Mm-hmm. Shall we go buy it then? Thousands of years old, I'll get you some shaved ice first, so stay close there."

"Yes."

While intimidating the tree, he smiled and smiled back and replied, smiling small at the thousand years old, Zhou decided to pull his hand at midday and go back down the road once.

Thousand year old sermons weren't over when the two of them came back to buy shake ice.

Zhou glanced over his shoulder at the two of them discussing amicably a little off the road, looking at the middle of the day with an indescribably bitter laugh as he stuck to Zhou's arm.

"... I'm still doing it."

"We're close, aren't we?"

"Well, that's how they snuggle. Thousands of years old are angry."

"Ah, haha..."

I also know I'm not really mad at you, so I won't stop you, but I'll hand you the cup of shaved ice I was holding at midday.

"Look, midday."

"Thank you. Zhou-kun is... so sinister."

"I really like Uji Kim Hour, but it wasn't in the stall on the boulder."

By the way, Zhou chose matcha.

If there was one, I would have made it Uji Kim Hour, but it is an impossible compromise because there is something tough about asking Asoko and White Ball in the stall on the boulder.

"Zhou-kun, you eat sweets like that. I don't really try to eat it."

"I don't hate anything sweet, I just don't like it. I like you. Especially the crush."

I eat sweet things when they just don't eat them out of me. Trying to eat it yourself would be about custard based. I don't eat that much either, so I don't get the image of liking it first.

I like Anko because it suits matcha and green tea. Sometimes I actually like something sweet about something bitter because it pulls each other apart and goes so well together.

"Really?... It's hard to cook the filling, so it's hard to make something."

"It's awesome at midday when you start thinking about where you cook your penis. You can have it on the market..."

I wouldn't have the idea of starting where I would normally cook the beans. Even on the market, they sell bags all the time, so there are more people overwhelmingly choosing you when they think about hand clearance and time.

However, it seems that the handmade ones come first at midday.

"It's a heart that wants to feed delicious food to those who like it. Because when it's commercially available, the medium sweetness cannot be adjusted, and there are many things that don't leave the grain feeling."

At midday when Zhou said something healthy and smiled that he wanted Zhou Kun to eat it looking delicious, Zhou also felt sorry for the fact that he was loved. I didn't know if I should loosen my cheeks or tighten them.

"... Then I want to eat the one with the matcha pudding. And then Doraki."

"Hehe, ha. It's all yours."

I'll make anything for Zhou Kun, and Zhou carried his own shake ice into his mouth to delude him into feeling the indescribable smell of illumination at midday when he ate the shake ice with words that seemed not to be an exaggeration if he spoke at midday.