บท 211: Is Your Stomach Caught?
After he finished, he went to the second floor to wake up his little sister and Rikka. He didn't call Mashiro, but the girl automatically woke up smelling the aroma of cooking.
While waiting for the girls to eat, Asahi yawned and prepared to rest on the sofa for a while. He stayed up late last night, but as soon as he lay down, neon lights stuck to the ceiling like a stadium dome looked down on him, because it was too dazzling, Asahi raised his hand to cover his eyes.
The girls ate quickly, and after everyone was done, Rikka and Kobato left Sakurasou first with their school bags on their backs.
Asahi puts clothes, socks and shoes on for the disheveled Mashiro and then walks her to school. His job is done, he just needs to go back to Sakurasou after school.
But Mashiro was attracted by the taiyaki by the roadside, standing motionless at the side of the stall, and looking at Asahi with longing eyes.
Obviously having just had breakfast, Asahi didn't bother to think about whether Mashiro wasn't full yet or just wanted a snack, so he stood in line and bought her taiyaki.
The Taiyaki fragrance that made people move their index fingers wafted out from the paper bag. As Asahi was enjoying the scent, his right hand was suddenly surrounded by a burst of warmth.
"What is it?"
He looked at his right hand and found that he was holding hands with Mashiro.
"In order not to let Asahi get lost."
"You are the one who will get lost!"
"It's better to be honest."
Mashiro said of course.
"..."
After a while, Mashiro suddenly said: "I always feel that..."
"What?"
"Just wanted to hold hands and see."
Mashiro's tone was indifferent, expressionless as usual.
Asahi was surprised by her suddenly spoiled behavior.
After walking for a while, seeing an empty seat in the park, Mashiro stopped again: "Asahi, I'm tired."
"You just want to eat taiyaki now."
Mashiro did not argue.
Asahi asked Mashiro to sit on a thick round bench beside the boulevard, and sat down beside her, and handed her a hot taiyaki: "It's hot, be careful."
Mashiro didn't say a word and nibbled on the taiyaki from the start, which somehow matched her temperament and looked ridiculous.
Asahi showed a playful smile, and stuffed the taiyaki into his mouth.
The breeze is blowing at the feet, and the timetable has entered September. As hot as summer is like being on a steamer is annoying, the meaning of autumn is stronger.
The pedestrians coming and going on the boulevard ahead irritated their ears, and they could also hear the trumpets being played by the merchants to attract the attention of the crowd. There was applause, but when it stopped, only the sound of the crowd remained.
Asahi carefully tasted the Taiyaki, swallowed slowly, and Mashiro was still eating, moving her small mouth to chew carefully.
When Asahi shifted his gaze back, looked around aimlessly for a few seconds, and looked at Mashiro again. For some reason, her face was right in front of him, about ten centimeters away, and she was still approaching.
Asahi's eyes naturally turned to Mashiro's lips. At this moment, his lips suddenly licked.
"What are you doing now?"
Asahi checked Mashiro.
"It is colored with red bean paste."
Mashiro's face gradually moved away, and explained seriously.
Asahi smiled helplessly, and the passers-by stared at the two of them.
Mashiro didn't care about other people's views, and handed over the half-bitten taiyaki: "Do you want to eat?"
"What?"
Holding Mashiro's taiyaki, approaching a distance where they would touch each other's shoulders, her eyes expressed the hope that Asahi would eat them.
Without saying a word, he ate the taiyaki that Mashiro handed out, Asahi didn't know how taiyaki tastes when it's cold.
During that time, Mashiro kept looking at him: "Is his stomach caught?"
"Um?"
Mashiro said something strange: "On TV it says that you have to hold a man's stomach."
"The so-called catching a man's stomach is cooking with your own hands, no matter how good this taiyaki is, it is not yours."
"I see, self-cooking..."
Mashiro nodded with half understanding.
"Let's go after eating, we'll be late."
Asahi pulled Mashiro to stand up.
As far as results were concerned, it was still too late, because Mashiro's Path would always go somewhere else somehow, like crouching down to watch the cats for a few minutes.
After sending Mashiro to a second-grade art classroom, Asahi is just about to leave school, but he runs into Hina, Koharu and Chihiro in the ladies' room in the corridor.
Chihiro had a heavy base of makeup on her eyes, and she was trying her best to hide her age today.
"What are you doing here, are you trying to sneak into the women's restroom?"
Chihiro stared in disdain.
"Think before speaking."
"Hmm, is this a philosophical magic sentence that can cancel evil?"
Chihiro crossed her arms.
"Isn't this Asahi-san? No, you can't go too far just because you're about to graduate. If you really can't endure it, please do some breeding behavior with Sensei."
Koharu cut off the topic in a sweet voice.
"Do I look like that?"
"Who knows."
After that, Koharu frowned: "I just caught a male wanting to sneak into the ladies' room last week. It's definitely not Spring, but there are a lot of people in the heat. If you want to do it, you can find a girl."
(Is this what Sensei has to say?) However, considering that Koharu and Chihiro are clearly different from normal people, Asahi decides to pretend he didn't hear it: "Goodbye."
As he passed the three of them, Hina finally fell silent, filling a piece of paper with something in his hand.
"Um?"
Asahi stopped and looked back, only to see three female teachers waving at him, while Hina winked playfully and showed a mysterious smile.
Seeing them completely disappear around the corner, Asahi lowered his head and looked at the objects in his hands.
Open the paper, inside is a key, and there is a line of writing on the paper.
"Because it was inconvenient to meet, I moved to live alone before school started. This is the address of the rented house and the key. If it's useful, take it, hmph."
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