Tokyo: Who would still fall in love after being spoiled?

Chapter 16 Before he knew it, Inoue began his daily routine of going to school with the girls
He decided to go to the laundry to pick up his school uniform first and walked past the two of them as if nothing had happened.

"Wait... Hey!"

Takeda gave Amano an apologetic smile while he was talking, trotted over and hit him on the head with a piece of bread.

"Don't you want bread?"

"I didn't see it, sorry." He took the bread and kept walking.

"Nonsense! You definitely saw me when I looked at you." Takeda chased after him.

"Butter bread..." Amano didn't stand still. He appeared on the other side of Takeda without knowing when. He glanced at the bread in his hand and asked, "Where did you buy it?"

"Hey? Go west and cross the intersection. There's a line at that store. The cream ones are good, too, but I recommend the red bean ones. 10 out of 10!"

"No..." Amano said in a flat tone, waved to Takeda, turned and left.

“…No?”

Takeda looked at her back, his eyes full of confusion.

Inoue took advantage of this moment to walk out of the boarding house and head towards the laundry.

When I retrieved my school uniform and returned to the dormitory, other students in the dormitory building began to wake up one after another.

Takeda was no longer in the yard, probably having gone to the park.

He went upstairs to change into his school uniform, unwrapped the bread on the way downstairs, and took a big bite of half the bread. The rich butter was squeezed out from the bite mark.

Apart from the rice set meal, this is his most common breakfast.

The fact that red beans are better than butter is just Takeda's personal prejudice. For him, butter bread is the top one...

The moment he walked out of the dormitory building, he stopped walking and stopped chewing the bread. The bread that had not been swallowed yet filled his cheeks.

"Good morning, Inoue-san."

In front of the flower bed facing the boarding building entrance, Amano greeted him calmly, holding a cream bun from the same shop.

"..."

He swallowed the bread in his mouth and walked past her.

"Have you completed the check-in formalities? Congratulations."

"Check in? I don't live here." Amano followed him very naturally, watching him take another big bite of the butter bread, her pretty brows slightly frowned.

"Then what are you doing here?" he asked vaguely while chewing the bread.

"Visit." Amano stared at his bread for a long time.

"If you want to live near the school, I recommend you look for another place." He kindly suggested.

Amano ignored him, took a deep breath, prepared himself, and opened his mouth hard to take a big bite of bread.

I bit off about one seventh or one eighth.

He stuffed the remaining bread into his mouth for the third time, no longer paying attention to the girl who was definitely mentally ill, and started running towards the park.

From the boarding house to the riverside park, he would run three or four laps in the park, and finally adjust his breathing and walk slowly to school - this was his usual morning exercise route.

Before the man walking his dog discovered this park, he would connect his phone to Bluetooth headphones to play the radio and do a set of gymnastics in the park following the radio.

He ran into the park, dropped his backpack on a bench beside the trail, lightened his load, and quickened his pace a little.

Takeda was also doing morning exercises, still occupying the position where he used to do radio gymnastics.

She rhythmically raised her arms above her head, palms facing each other, rising on her tiptoes as her arms moved, holding the most extended position for a moment before slowly lowering them.

It seems that the movements are done in accordance with the rhythm of breathing.

After he finished the first lap, Takeda changed to a new move, stretching left and right.

He thought about Tai Chi - is it too early to start at this age?

It was a late spring morning, and there was still a last hint of chill. It wasn't until he finished a lap that his body warmed up.

Stretch your body and further increase your stride frequency.

On his second lap, he passed the bench he'd been on before and saw a student's backpack of the same style on it. "..." He slowed down his pace, taking a moment to look around.

As expected...that shoulder bag belongs to Amano.

The girl tied her long hair into a ponytail like she would for badminton and ran rhythmically along his route on the other side of the trail loop.

What on earth does she want to do?
He was puzzled, so he looked away, picked up his pace, ran another lap, and at the beginning of the fourth lap he caught up with Amano, who was half a lap behind him.

Without saying a word, he easily surpassed the past.

After keeping a few meters away, he turned his head and made a scissors sign to Amano, who was already breathing slightly behind him.

Amano glanced at him, his eyes calm and unaffected.

I should have given you the middle finger earlier...

He turned around and looked at the bamboo field in the open space.

The breathing exercise was over. The girl put on headphones, stood still with her head held high and chest puffed out, her mouth opening and closing rhythmically. Her voice was so quiet that it was unclear what she was doing.

"I can't hear you!" He ran to the position opposite Takeda, put his hand to his ear like a speaker, and reminded loudly.

"Ah!...What?" Takeda was startled, a blush quickly appeared on his cheeks, and he glared at him.

"Such a small sound can have an effect on practice?"

"What do you care?" Takeda turned around and left him with his back.

Although he said this, his voice became louder after he started practicing again.

It turned out to be singing.

The lyrics are incredibly simple and familiar... like the kana pronunciation lip exercises we learned in elementary school.

As he focused on Takeda's song, Amano's voice came from behind him, getting closer and closer.

"Are you out of strength?" The girl ran past him and asked with a hint of pride between the lines.

He raised an eyebrow and simply stopped where he was. "I've already finished running four laps a day."

Amano stopped talking.

He stretched his arms and caught his breath as he returned to the bench, shouldered his backpack, and, dismissing the sudden thought of hanging the Amano backpack from a tree, left the park.

Ding--

Just as I was walking, the Line message notification sound rang on my phone.

[Takeda: Won’t you wait for me?]
[Takeda: (Rabbit attacks)]
baffling……

[Inoue: Is there any benefit?]
[Takeda: I promised to treat you to barbecue this weekend! You still want some benefits?]
That’s what I said…

[Inoue: Do you want to go to school with me?]
[Takeda: I just wanted to talk to someone, don't get me wrong! Going to school alone is so boring.]
[Inoue: Oh... I don't have any friends.]
He stood on the side of the road, one hand in his pocket, and replied with his head down, saying that there were no new messages.

"You have no friends." Takeda himself had rushed over, breathing slightly, and spoke to him viciously.

"Going the same way?" He put away his phone.

"From the same school!" Takeda said angrily, walking in front of him, showing his sailor uniform, and walking backwards, "You can't even recognize the school uniform?"

"This kind of school uniform is not uncommon."

"No way!" Takeda protested, pulling his cuffs to show him, "Blue cuffs, one thick line, two thin lines..."

"And here at the collar! This double line looks like a five-pointed star made of stacked paper ribbons. It's something only our high school has."

"Amazing..." He expressed his admiration from the bottom of his heart.

"I came here just because I liked the uniform of Kitayuki High School." Takeda returned to his side with his head held high.

When I passed an intersection and waited for the red light, Amano, who had not yet finished running four laps, followed me from behind.

Without saying a word, she just stood beside them, glancing at him from time to time, not shying away even when their eyes met.

　Thanks to the thief Han Buzhu for the monthly ticket

　　
　
(End of this chapter)