I Was Supposed to Be Giving Love Advice on the School Radio, but Before I Knew It, the Beautiful Girls at School Were Hitting on Me
“Thank you for the meal.”
“Okay ! We look forward to seeing you again.”
Kinami led the customers to the entrance and bowed to them.
It was already late in the evening. Her shoulders were blatantly fatigued from working part-time after school.
She stretched her body by gently twisting her arms.
“Ah, I’m so tired.”
As I was stretching, Miharu san, a hall staff member, came up to me with her hand snapping her neck.
“That’s quite an impressive sound, are you okay?”
“I was a little sleep-deprived today.”
“Are you busy with a report or something? Or a band?”
Miharu san, a university student, is working both in the band and at Bianca’s part-time job.
But when I expressed my concern, she waved her hand in a flutter.
“No, no, no. I was up all night yesterday playing mahjong. That’s why I didn’t sleep well.”
“Wow……”
She was a classic example of the bad college student I’d heard so much about.
“No, no, college students are just like this. Kageyama kun, are you in your second year of high school now?”
“That’s right.”
“Then in a couple of years you’ll understand what I’m talking about. When you open your mouth, you’ll hear Pon, Chi, Richi !”
“Don’t call out those words in a coffee shop so often……”
I rebuke Miharu san who says mahjong terms in a rhythmical and high-spirited manner in a whisper.
I have never played mahjong.
“What are you talking about?”
As I sighed, Kinami, who had finished bashing, approached me.
Her big eyes are wide.
“No, I was just showing this boy how to be a college student.”
“Please don’t try to be cool when you just say things like that.”
I looked at Kinami, and sure enough, she had a puzzled look on her face.
“Richi… are you ramen?”
Kinami tilted her head in confusion, and Miharu san and I exchanged looks for a few seconds as she spoke haltingly, even pronouncing the words incorrectly.
“There there, Maki chan is so cute.”
“Hey, Mihara san, please don’t pat me !”
“You’ll stay like that for the rest of your life…….”
“What is it with you two !”
The more Kinami dislikes it, the more Miharu san’s stroking doesn’t stop. I look at Kinami with a smile.
“You guys, I’ve come up with a new summer cake. Do you want to try it? …What are you doing?”
The party to admire Kinami continued until the store manager came with a cake to check on us.
♢
Then, since the number of customers was getting low, they decided to close the store for once and have a tasting of the new cake.
“Gee……”
Kinami slammed her fork into the plate with a sullen look on her face.
She doesn’t seem to be willing to speak to us at all.
“Sorry, Kinami, I had a bit too much fun.”
“No thanks.”
I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn’t listen to me. Well, I guess I completely pissed her off……
By the way, Miharu san gave me a thumbs-up and disappeared somewhere before I knew it. You’re the one who started it.
I couldn’t help myself, and Kinami was chomping down on her Japanese chestnut mont blanc with a disgruntled look on her face.
I also looked blankly at the fruit tart I was eating.
“T-then…would you like to try my fruit tart?”
As I handed the plate over to her, Kinami looked back and forth between it and my face with a dumbfounded look.
“Hmm…are you trying to lure me with food?”
“S-sorry.”
Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to reach for the food so easily after all…
I pull the plate back towards her.
At that moment, my wrist is grabbed firmly.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t eat it.”
“Eh?”
“I never said I wouldn’t eat it.”
She said it twice, apparently it’s important.
“……Do you want some of my fruit tart?”
I asked, and Kinami nodded.
“But I don’t want to eat it the normal way.”
“What do you mean?”
“…..Senpai should feed me.”
“Huh !?”
I couldn’t help but shout out loud, but Kinami didn’t let go of my arm.
“No, you know…”
“If you don’t do it, I won’t be happy”
“Are you serious…”
I’m a bit embarrassed too, but…we look like a lovey-dovey couple.
I looked around for help, and saw Miharu san peeking at me from the kitchen.
Please Miharu san, aren’t you just as guilty as I am…?
(……Guh.)
With a good smile and a thumbs up, she walked off.
Hey, do something about this situation.
“Won’t you feed me?”
Kinami stares at me with jittery eyes as she grabs my arm. The power of her grip on my arm is getting stronger by the minute.
“Okay…..so let go of my hand.
“Really !?”
Kinami suddenly had a happy look on her face and quickly let go of my hand.
“Then I want to try the Muscat.”
“Muscat…….”
She even cheerfully specified the place. The whole muscat on the tart was the last thing I was saving to eat.
They say that leftovers have clothes, but apparently it’s not true.
I gave up and scraped off a larger portion of the muscat with a fork.
I look ahead with my fork and see Kinami leaning toward me.
For some reason, her eyes are downcast and her mouth is open …….
“Nn…….”
Kinami lets out a sigh, perhaps because the leaning forward position is difficult.
…Somehow, even though it’s just a “feeling” I feel like I’m doing something wrong.
To be honest, I don’t really understand why it’s okay to give “feeling” to a junior!
“Hey, please hurry up.”
Kinami says with a superior look.
I’m sure he’s just saying it normally, but it sounds like he means something evil. …..
Kinami glares at me with a dirty look, and I begin to hesitate as to whether it is okay to just hand over the fork.
Damn, what am I supposed to do……?
“Nom.”
It was that split second.
Kinami leans forward even more, putting a bit of resistance on my fork.
The next thing I know, the tart is gone from my fork.
I slowly looked up to see Kinami chewing something skillfully.
Naturally, the Mont Blanc in her hand had not decreased at all.
“Mmmm, the tart is so good.”
Kinami looks so good as she eats the tart, leaving me dumbstruck.
“Maki chan, you horrible child…….”
Miharu san, who had returned before I knew it, muttered a few words, but I didn’t have the energy left to comment on it.
Maitoshi