Chapter 342 – A Date Without Peaches
“Ugh…!”
Lenka uses all her arrogance to avoid me.
You did that when you came into the room earlier, are you that shy?
But there’s no such thing as seeing something you can’t see like that.
She is about to be sarcastically hurt.
“Why do you keep avoiding me?”
When I approached Lenka and asked her with a sad expression, she blinked and put on her stern expression.
“Hey, do you mean that? When I meet you…”
“What am I?”
“I’m afraid I’ll do something weird again…”
“There are so many people, how could it be? Or is that your preference?”
“Chu, what is your taste…! Do you want to die?”
Perhaps because the voice was quite high, the eyes of the nearby members turned towards us.
Surprised, Lenka widened her eyes and smiled awkwardly at her teammates.
“It’s nothing, so do what you have to do…”
Then she looked back at me, smiling brightly, and continued her words.
“Don’t split. It was hard because of you.”
She seems to be saying that it was difficult to clean up.
“Was it very difficult?”
“Uh.”
“Sorry.”
“…”
Would I have weakened my heart when I apologized obediently?
Stretching her hardened face, Lenka let out a deep sigh, and she gave out a low, low voice.
“Okay… Now go.”
“I have nowhere to go.”
“Find something to do and do it! You’re the manager…! If you don’t have it, make one…! Or train…! Ask Chinami to tell you…!”
You’ve improved your skill at blocking her talk back.
Let’s make it unique.
“All right.”
I swiped Lenka’s waist behind her back in secret, gave her giggles to her who was covering her own mouth as if trying to hold back her moaning, and finished her managerial duties.
Ending her sub-activity so cheerfully, on the way to the school building.
While waiting for Miyuki, she is debating whether or not to go to the store.
“Senior Matsumatsuken!”
Just in time, Hiyori and Miho came out of the building.
Unlike Miho, who bowed respectfully at her waist, Hiyori was calling me by a slightly odd nickname.
Accepting Miho’s greeting, I tilted my head.
“Matsumatsu Ken?”
“I have more affection for Matsumatsuken than Matsuken. Isn’t it cute?”
Although I’m talking about my name, Hiyori is the first person to call me cute.
It’s absurd, but at the same time it’s fresh.
“It’s not?”
“Right? I will call it like this in the future. I cannot concede this.”
Stubbornly sitting in a strange place.
Isn’t it just called Matsumatsu from now on?
It’s really scary because it seems like that.
“When was the last time you made a concession?”
At my sudden words, Miho made a loud noise and covered her mouth.
Evidence of sympathy.
Seeing her best friend’s heartfelt smile, Hiyori laughed in vain.
“No one is on my side.”
“Are you a teenager?”
“Be quiet.”
“I get it.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Be quiet.”
“You may speak now.”
“I’m waiting for Miyuki.”
“Are you Hanazawa-senpai? Waiting like this every day?”
“Do you speak short?”
“Things like that happen, too.”
“Where are you going? Are you going to play again?”
“Yes.”
“Aren’t you studying?”
“Ah, why are you talking about studying again…!”
It’s cute to see him pouting with a pouty expression.
It makes me want to put one finger in that tiny mouth.
I suppressed that urge and said.
“It’s raining, so take an umbrella.”
“Oh really? Is it raining?”
“Uh. From seven o’clock. But did you return my umbrella I borrowed the other day?”
“I don’t know. Wouldn’t you have returned it?”
“If you returned it, did you return it or not?”
“You should know if you returned such a senior, why are you asking me?”
Pretending to be in trouble, I tightly closed her eyes, then opened them, and nodded, saying I understood, when Hiyori smiled and waved his hand.
“I’ll go. See you next time.”
“Go quickly.”
“That makes me want to stay longer… I’ll only see you today.”
Hiyori, who opened her eyes and made a face to see her, left with Miho.
How can he not say a word?
It seems to be worse than my conversation with Lenka.
Is there any way to embarrass Hiyori?
If you show your old-fashioned temperament, you’ll get tired of it rather than embarrassed…
I really want to hit it hard.
I was seriously thinking about it, but when I saw Miyuki coming down the stairs looking tired, I lost my thoughts.
**
The weather is cool, and the mind is refreshed.
It’s a perfect day for a date.
I was watching the people passing by at the ice cream parlor with a subtle smile on my face. I was momentarily taken aback when Chinami sneaked up to me from outside and placed her hand on her window to look inside.
Just come inside and see if I’m there, that’s why I’m so stalker.
After all, it’s like a weird Chinami.
With that thought in mind, I met Chinami’s eyes and was startled.
It was because the chest area of the blouse Chinami was wearing was pressed against the window.
Worried that someone might see it, I jumped up, and Chinami tilted her head as if asking why.
When I gestured for her to come inside, she shook her head and opened her door.
A thin white long-sleeved blouse, a pink skirt, and slightly heeled sandals with rounded ends.
Lastly, pink nail polished on pretty toenails.
It’s irresistible cuteness. Why is Chinami like an angel?
I want to take her home and sleep in her arms like Mrs. Juk.
If possible, even Momoka.
“Hello, junior.”
She greets her, holding the strap of her cross-body bag on her top with her tiny hands.
I said with a fatherly smile at the innocence dripping out.
“Hello. Wasn’t it inconvenient to come?”
“Four. The bus was also busy.”
“I should have just picked you up.”
“Don’t talk like that. You have to go back for a while.”
Going back and forth isn’t the problem, I said that because I was worried that other gossips might show interest in Chinami… Let’s just move on.
“Are you pretty today?”
“Whew!? Gah, it would be really embarrassing if you suddenly said that…!”
Her heart melts when she sees Chinami twisting her body around her body, not knowing what to do with the compliment.
After all, I thought it was good that we went on a date, so I asked.
“Shall we buy ice cream in a cone?”
“Oh, do you eat outside?”
“Yes. It would be nice if the weather was nice.”
“Then I will follow your will. I have peach-flavored ice cream…”
“I asked when I arrived, but unfortunately they said they don’t taste like peaches.”
“Hmm.”
Looking at Chinami’s disapproving expression in an instant, a smile forms naturally.
I said, putting her hand on her back and patting her lightly.
“The chocolate syrup coating on the soft corn looks good. How is it?”
“Is it so. It must be delicious because it was recommended by a junior. I will do that.”
“All right.”
“How much is it?”
“Since I will pay for it, Master, why don’t you buy other snacks?”
“Aha. Great.”
After paying the bill with the mild-mannered Chinami, we left the store and walked down the street with ice cream that just came out.
The weather was just perfect for a walk, so I looked down at Chinami carefully eating the tip of the ice cream that was longer than her face as we headed to a nearby famous park.
“It is delicious?”
“Four. It’s very good because it’s sweet. I don’t know if it’s because my junior recommended it, so it tastes even better.”
“Then can I just take one bite?”
“Nyuk!?”
“It can not?”
“Oh, no. It can’t be…”
Restless Chinami.
I wondered why such a reaction came out, but it was because it was a corn ice cream, so I couldn’t separate it.
Because when I take a bite of ice cream, our lips touch, and when I put my mouth on it, it becomes an indirect kiss.
My Chinami is still naive even though she and I kissed tongue-in-cheek.
I looked down at her and opened her mouth, and her Chinami carefully held out her cone with both hands.
I looked into her eyes, half curious and half excited, and bit off the top of the ice cream.
“Uh, how are you…? Isn’t it very delicious…?”
Then, answering Chinami’s question with a trembling voice, I brought my portion of cones close to her face, answering with a smile.
Means to eat.
At that, Chinami opened her eyes twice as wide and licked her throat. She opened her tiny mouth and ate very, very little of her ice cream.
“Hmmm… That tastes great. I would like to say that I have made a new discovery of vanilla…”
Chinami’s dumbfounded impression.
To that end, I held out a hand towards her.
“Shall we hold hands?”
“Nenet!?”
The reaction from earlier is so… It seems like a haunted house has come.
“Hurry.”
When she urged Chinami, who was more nervous than she needed, she widened her eyes as if she had made a big decision and slowly held out her hand.
This makes it feel like you’re kidnapping an innocent kid by tempting him with ice cream.
I feel like committing a sin somehow.
Arriving at the park with Chinami, I saw a ferris wheel slowly turning at a fairly close distance.
I asked, pointing at the Ferris wheel with Chinami and the hand holding the pod.
“Do you want to go around for a while and ride that?”
“Ah… A Ferris wheel?”
“Isn’t it great?”
“Ah, no…! Great…!”
On the other hand of Chinami, who suddenly nodded, there was a little bit of ice cream that had flowed down the cone.
It seemed that he was holding my hand and couldn’t take out a handkerchief or tissue.
No, it seemed right to say that I hadn’t even thought about cleaning it.
I stared at Chinami, who was staring at her in front of her, with her eyes tightened, and then I brought her hand to my mouth.
Then, he pecked and sucked on the ice cream.
“Meaaaaah…!?”
Then, she shows a great reaction by staggering her body.
If this is enough even for a simple expression of affection, I wonder if the two of us will faint when we are alone on the Ferris wheel.
I smiled softly at Chinami, whose face was pale, and started wandering around the park waving her arms wide.
It’s not bad to wander around like this without a plan.
Does Chinami think so too?
I hope so.
