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[ [Haa……] ]
The time has finally come.
It was the day after the day I had misdirected an email to Tachibana san and was told to [look forward to tomorrow’s lunch.]
I went to my locker with heavy steps and stood in front of the door. I heard the same sigh next to me, but that’s not important right now.
At this rate, the situation will not be clear. I have to prepare myself.
I unlocked the locker’s PIN and opened it…eh? Tachibana san, why do you know the password to my locker?
No, I probably just forgot I gave it to her. At that time, I was so happy that I forgot.
But with this, I must have thought that in case of an emergency, I wouldn’t be able to hide my naughty books. But as an e-book fan, I can’t be found.
Ah, you can’t read books that are not for people under 18 years old. Especially if you look at sexually explicit sites.
I’m going to change the PIN number of my phone. I’ll clear my search history. I don’t mean anything serious. I’m 18.
When I opened the locker I found a familiar wrapping cloth. There is no change from the outside. The problem is what’s inside……
I took it in my hand and gently closed the locker.
Here, for the first time, I look at the source of the other sigh. Next to me was Arata, who was also sticking his hand into his locker.
“You, I heard you brought your lunch. If you don’t mind, would you like to eat with me? I’ll share Tachibana’s lunch with you, since you’re heartbroken and lonely.”
Saying that, Arata pulled out a lunch box from….huh, how big is it? Even compared to my normal size, it’s clearly out of line.
Well, not everything wrapped is a lunch box.
But still, he’s Tachibana san’s boyfriend. The size of the lunch box is the size of her love. It’s very different from my ‘friend’s lunch’.
Tachibana san worked very hard to make that lunch box for Arata. Outsiders aren’t allowed to eat them.
“…..I’m just kidding. Don’t think I’ll let you eat it. By the way, you don’t seem to be eating your lunch in the classroom, where do you usually eat it?”
“Oh, that’s—“
“Sahara kun.”
I heard a familiar voice behind me.
The voice belonged to a lunchtime friend of mine who had just come up for discussion.
“Hey, what’s going on, Takeda san?
“I was thinking of going with you.”
“That’s unusual. I was surprised that Takeda san wanted to go with me.”
“Yes, my muscles are sore from yesterday’s muscle training, and it’s hard for me to carry my lunch, so I thought I’d have Sahara kun carry it for me.”
“Ah〜 I know how you feel. It’s hard when you haven’t done it in a long time.”
“……Sahara kun is very insensitive, isn’t he?”
“Why !?”
I have no idea where my insensitivity is in this conversation.
Arata, who was listening to our exchange, joins in the conversation. I can only feel a bad feeling from that expression.
“Hey, You…… you……p……pffft…..s-seriously…….with that….f-fatty…..ppfft…..I-I can’t, puhahahaha !”
Arata blurts out with his stomach. Words that clearly make fun of Takeda san.
I’m really pissed off. If I were Gian, I’d beat him to a pulp.
“Hey you !”
“Hahaha……ah, sorry, sorry, it suits you. You’re cute, cute, cute. I’m jealous.”
Oh, I’ll change into Gian’s character.
I really won’t forgive this guy. Someday I’m going to make him cry. At any rate, it’s not going to be good for Takeda san to be here.
“Takeda san, let’s go.”
“Y-yes……”
I pulled Takeda san by the hand and we headed to our usual lunch spot. I was walking with Takeda san’s hand in mine, and everyone saw us walking hand in hand, but I didn’t care.
Oh, does Takeda san care? Sorry.
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“Are you mad, Sahara san?”
“I am.”
“I don’t care, okay? I’m what you call fat.”
“Takeda san, that’s not what I meant.”
“Then what do you mean?”
What’s the matter? Even Takeda san, who is always astute, doesn’t understand. I have to hand the title of insensitivity to her.
“It’s annoying to have your friend ridiculed.”
“……Yes, that’s right. If I were in your opposite position, I would have been just as angry. I’m sorry.”
“As long as you know.”
“Sahara kun is a cunning man……”
It seems that in Takeda san’s mind, I have changed my job from an insensitive man to a cunning man.
From depressed mood to indignation. Today is a day of emotional turmoil.
I’m going to have lunch to cool down.
“……”
“What’s wrong?”
“No, I just suddenly felt down when I remembered about the lunch.”
I don’t care what happens.
I opened the lid of the lunch box and opened it.
There were medicinal herbs in it.
Perilla, perilla, perilla…..perilla.
Perilla tsukune, perilla potato salad, perilla grilled chicken with cheese, perilla meat roll, perilla and plum mixed rice etc……and perilla egg roll.
It was a parade of perilla, as if to overwrite the taste of the perilla omelet I had yesterday.
“Ahhhh…….”
I heard a voice of pity leak out from Takeda san.
There was a letter tucked between the lunch box and the wrapping cloth.
[I was a little too mean. From now on, I’ll make a normal lunch box. But it’s….your fault, right?]
I was thrilled and put the chopsticks in my mouth.
Hm? It was delicious after all. All of the dishes were delicious. But as expected, when it came to the last half of the meal, my mouth was full of perilla.
I couldn’t remember the taste of the perilla omelet I had yesterday any more……
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