Seiji-kun, what do you want for lunch?
Saturday lunch.
It was when Tochigi-chan was having a rough time.
Tochigi, who sits next to the sofa, asks me as she turns the page with a cookbook in her hand.
Whatever.
It was made by Tochigi-chan, and there has never been anything wrong with it before.
I have peace of mind, trust and proven track record.
The food made from unnamed leftovers is also delicious.
Perhaps because you grew up well, your taste level is pretty good.
"Huh? Whatever..."
Noo, Tochigi is lowering her eyebrows like she's in trouble.
"I need you to make something that you want to make."
"When you're alone, you're not a teacher, you're Haruka-san!?"
Gentle, I was slapped on the shoulder.
It's a familiar exchange every time, but Tochigi doesn't have to be shocked.
I guess you don't want me to call you "teacher" because it's so private.
"Seiji-kun, I often say 'anything', but that's an unexpected death."
I see, Death.
“Tip, can I get a tip?”
Even if you say so, I'd like to eat anything that Tochigi makes, and I mean it.
As if begging, Tochigi leaned back and tangled her arms.
I said it as if I was exhaling with an unconscious eye.
Seiji-kun, what do you want to eat?
Your chest is touching my flesh. Isn't this the person you're pointing at?
"... then, Haruka-san"
"Nhhhh......♡"
He kisses me on the cheek and kisses my lips with the flow.
Tochigi, you're aggressive today, aren't you?
When he put his weight on me, he was pushed down by the sofa.
"If you say so, I can't help it.♡"
I wonder if this person has been induced to become like this.
It was so natural.
Needless to say, lunch was rather late.