My youth romance is always confusing

"So what is this unfolding?"

I looked at the group of people in front of me and asked my own questions.

Yukino and Komachi brought the last of the dishes to the table, then took off their aprons and placed them on the rack.

"Why, any questions?"

After getting herself ready, Yukino pulled out a chair and sat down.

"No, I don't think there's anything wrong with congratulating Komachi. The key is whether the person is the right one."

I raised my hands and glanced at the people sitting down with a puzzled look.

Hiratsuka-sensei, this is no problem. As for the latter one——

"Forget about it, Mr. Hiratsuka. There's someone I don't know here! Is that really okay?"

But this time, Yukino ignored her husband because she knew that someone would reply to him.

"Really? Didn't I just see it yesterday? Does someone's memory only last seven seconds like a fish? Well, it's understandable. After all, someone's eyes are like those of a dead fish."

Yang Nai had a warm smile on her face, but her eyes were narrowed.

Ugh, this person is so scary. And why does she seem to be the same as Yukinoshita? I thought she should be a more troublesome person.

"It's a return gift to someone."

I spoke in an emotionless tone without even looking at Yang No.

"Here it comes again, Yukino-chan, your man is bullying me, wuwuwuwu, you better take care of him."

Yangno pretended to be pitiful and cried to Yukino.

"It's all your fault, don't blame anyone else."

Wait, have the roles of these sisters been reversed?

"Well~ Sister Yang Nai, just ignore the old man. Don't you know him?"

Instead, it was Komachi who was persuading Haruno.

Let the protagonist of this banquet persuade himself, even Haruno didn't want to continue to act weird, and went down Komachi's stairs.

However, she still made a face at Hachiman and stuck out her tongue.

Primary school student?

Looking at the table full of delicious food, I was too lazy to continue making fun of Yang Nai. This time I just brought it up so that she wouldn't do it again in the near future.

As for a month later? That's not my business.

"Congratulations Komachi on completing your studies!"

"Congratulations Komachi on completing your studies!"

As the battle between Haruno and I ended, everyone raised their glasses to congratulate Komachi on her graduation.

Hmm? Hiratsuka-sensei didn't drink alcohol, which is unusual. Did he realize it after talking to me earlier? But it could also be because he had to drive home.

"In the blink of an eye, Komachi has graduated too. Time flies so fast."

As a sister-in-law, Yukino expressed her feelings about the passage of time to people, after all, she really watched Komachi grow up.

I was looking at the dishes on the table and feeling worried because several of them were not my favorite.

Also, why is the closest dish to me a tomato? How can such a red devil fruit appear on the table? Ahhhhh.

"Yeah, but I don't feel anything."

I picked up a piece of tomato and put it in my mouth. The sour juice burst in my mouth, and the soft flesh and jelly-like substance mixed together made it even more unacceptable to me.

Hmm.

At this moment I couldn't even control my expression.

This kind of thing is really unacceptable to me.

"Of course it's true for you. Your Komachi is only in the third grade of junior high school, right?"

As a wife, Yukino knew Hachiman's life journey very well, especially the last two years of high school, which she could count with her eyes closed.

After saying that, she smiled back at Hachiman's face which was in pain because of the tomatoes.

"Ah, so your perception isn't very strong."

And the way you are acting, it seems like you did it on purpose, Yukinoshita Tomato!

"Haha! You'll feel it one day, Hikigaya."

The teacher patted my back with laughter.

I almost spit out the tomato I just swallowed as I was hammered wildly by Mr. Hiratsuka.

What did I do wrong to have to suffer like this, tormenting my body both inside and out. My luck is so bad. Where did I come from?

"That's definitely not as profound as Hiratsuka-sensei's."

I said this sentence like I was asking for death.

"Iron Fist Sanction!!"

I wasn't as lucky as last time, this time I was hit directly in the abdomen by Hiratsuka Sensei's straight punch.

Ugh! I'm dying... dying... eh? It doesn't seem to hurt that much?

I lowered my hands from my stomach and looked at Hiratsuka-sensei.

"Hehe~ You don't think I'll let you go this time, do you, Hikigaya?"

What I saw was Hiratsuka-sensei's arrogant smile.

What? You still held back. The blow just now was much lighter than in high school. You are a tsundere and violent female teacher who can only talk tough.

Seeing the teacher and I bickering, the three people at the table except Yuna-chan all laughed.

"Wh...what?"

Is it so funny to watch me get beaten, you bunch of people? In this cold world, only little Yuna can bring me warmth.

Just as I was looking at little Yuna with gratitude, I found that she was laughing with everyone else.

What a brat who can't read the air.

So I showed a look of despair on my face, but who knew that they laughed even louder.

Are these people all devils who build their happiness on the suffering of others?

"Nothing, I just haven't seen this scene for a long time."

What? It's been a long time since I was scolded by this violent female teacher. It's incredible.

Even my dead fish eyes exude disbelief.

Seeing the long-lost scene was like going back in time, and everyone's mood became cheerful.

But speaking of going back in time, my current state is the real time going back, right? Wait, can this be the reason why so many people have come here recently?

Looking at Yang Nai's half-smile, I feel that this guy's purpose is most likely related to this.

"Ha, I was often beaten by Hiratsuka-sensei."

I vented my daily dissatisfaction with a slightly complaining tone.

Even the food in the bowl became unpalatable.

But when I looked down, I found a few extra tomatoes in the bowl. Who did this?

I carefully observed the actions of the people around me, but theoretically the best people to attack are the two people on my left and right. I had been staring at Ms. Hiratsuka on the left, so the only one left is... little Yuna on my right?

Sure enough, while I was distracted, little Yunai put another piece of tomato into my bowl.

Good job, you little guy!

"Just think of it as a physical test. It will be hard to get beaten up in the future anyway."

Seeing my actions, Yukinoshita shook her head at me.

"Oh, you mean Mr. Hiratsuka's resignation, right? Well, he's a civil servant after all, so it's understandable. That's the rule, isn't it?"

What? Did you and your husband do this on purpose?

"Yeah, I felt really sad to leave at that time, didn't I, Yukinoshita?"

Hiratsuka-sensei, if you want to talk to Yukinoshita, just talk. Why are you clamping my head with your arms? It hurts! Let go now.

But Hiratsuka-sensei had a threatening smile on his face.

A teacher: You two should just educate your children, but you are using my affairs as an excuse to communicate with each other, right?

Hiratsuka-sensei, your thoughts are written all over your face.

"Ah, yes, Hachiman was crying like a baby at that time."

Yukino, who had intruded into the battlefield, continued to maintain her firepower.

"How can it be!"

I rubbed my neck that Hiratsuka-sensei had let go of, then forked another piece of tomato and put it in my mouth.

I saw the little guy smiling with success while I was eating.

I thought it wouldn't be something like: 'Ah, little Yunai, don't be picky about food. Look, your dad is not picky about food. Come and eat more vegetables like your dad. Your dad likes tomatoes the most, so little Yunai should also eat tomatoes obediently'. This is a cliché setting.

I curled my lips after eating.

You understand it really quickly.

Yukino smiled at Hachiman's look of understanding.

But this method doesn't seem to work. I looked at the tomatoes gradually increasing in the bowl. This little guy obviously doesn't like eating tomatoes and kept picking them up for me.

Or you can suggest to Yukinoshita that we make tomatoes tomorrow night.

Well, hurt each other.

Thinking of this, I picked up another piece of tomato and put it in my mouth to savor it slowly.

Hmm, it still tastes terrible.