My youth romance is always confusing

Perhaps in order to let the birthday protagonist taste his cooking skills, Ebina volunteered to serve Yui a bowl of pork ribs and corn soup.

But before she could do anything, someone had already put a bright red devil fruit into the girl's bowl.

"Well..."

Looking at the tomato that Miura picked for her, Yuigahama puffed up her lips slightly.

"Yui? Why, you don't like it?"

"No, no, no, how could I be picky about food, hahaha..."

Hey, I'm sorry for being so picky about food.

Facing Yuigahama's gaze for some unknown reason, I vented my anger on the potatoes beside me.

The chopsticks poked several holes in the potatoes that had been steamed until soft.

Looking at the round shape of the potato, I imagined it as snow rolling in the bowl.

Suddenly, the movements of his hands became more powerful.

"Someone, wasting food is not a good thing."

"Who cares? Where are you from, mom?"

Although what Yukinoshita said made sense, I at least ate the potato that was pierced into pieces.

Apologize to me now, you slandering a good person.

By the way, my mother doesn’t actually blame me for wasting food, but not because of some disgusting reason like spoiling her son, but because she hardly ever eats with me.

Although Yukinoshita and Miura were at loggerheads in the previous game, fortunately they got along peacefully at dinner and did not mess up Yuigahama's birthday party.

Maybe... this is also proof of their friendship.

Water is more than thirty days old, and vegetables are more than five flavors.

Xiao Meiyue's mouth was full of grease. When Yukinoshita saw this, she quickly took out a tissue and wiped her mouth.

The little guy's face was constantly rubbed by the tissue in the girl's hand, but he did not show any refusal.

"By the way, since it's my birthday, there must be that!"

Seeing that everyone had almost finished eating, Ebina, who was in charge of livening up the atmosphere, immediately stood up and urged everyone to take out the cake prepared for Yuigahama.

The cake stayed quietly in the corner for the whole afternoon without making any sound, just like me on weekdays at school.

Seriously, where did you get Hikigaya Cake from?

But cakes can bring happiness to people, which is something I can't do no matter what.

"YEAH!!"

Ebina shouted in a very high school girl style, and put the "crown" that belonged only to Yuigahama once a year on her head.

Stop shouting, that's stupid.

The cheap paper crown was connected end to end and fastened on Yuigahama's fluffy pink bun hair.

"YEAH!!"

I don’t know if it was to agree with Ebina, but Yuigahama also started to act stupidly, shouting in front of everyone, like a kangaroo that had found food.

"Yui, you're already so old, please stop now."

Apparently, I wasn't the only normal person in this room.

Looking at the childish behavior of his two friends, even Miura couldn't help but cover his forehead and hurriedly stopped the two from going crazy.

Well done, Miura, just split them up like this.

Just like the boys and girls separated by the physical education teacher during class, it is best not to leave them with any opposite sex.

Hmm, where am I from, Mr. Hiratsuka?

but...

Looking at Yuigahama's sincere and pure smile surrounded by her friends, I couldn't help but fall into silence.

Isn't this good?

Miura was holding a camera that came from somewhere and directing Ebina and Yuigahama.

"You two stand still, and this little friend..."

When dealing with her friends, Miura's tone was full of arrogance, just like those bad friends who drank in groups in a bar, but when facing Mitsuki, her attitude suddenly softened.

This guy couldn't be schizophrenic.

Mitsuki heard Miura's call and tugged at the corner of my clothes.

"Together?"

Facing her agate-like eyes, I subconsciously avoided her gaze.

"No, why would I go take pictures with you girls?"

As I said this, I deliberately brought Mitsuki to the side of Yukinoshita, who had been away from the trio, and signaled the little girl with my eyes.

Mitsuki glanced at Yukinoshita, who had never taken her eyes off Yuigahama, and understood everything.

She called softly like a kitten.

"Senior."

There were no extra words, just two words, and they instantly attracted the full attention of the cat lover named Yukinoshita.

The battleship Yukinoshita was sunk.

It seems that Mitsuki's cat nature hidden under her human body is a little too strong.

"Ah... yeah."

After hesitating for a moment, Yukinoshita took Mizuki's hand and walked to Yuigahama.

Seeing that Yukinoshita actually joined in the photo taking, Miura, who was holding the camera, raised her eyebrows slightly, but she looked at Yuigahama's smiling face in the viewfinder and didn't say anything to ruin the atmosphere.

Yukinoshita leaned against Yuigahama, with Mitsuki between them. Compared with Ebina who was sticking to them, she seemed a little unfamiliar.

But before she could stand firm, Mitsuki slipped out from between the two of them and stood directly in front of Yukinoshita.

Her small body just blocked Yukinoshita's legs in black stockings.

Seeing this, Yukinoshita couldn't help but take a few more glances at the little guy in front of her.

This kid might be better at reading people's expressions than Yuigahama.

He is so young, who did he learn this from?

Thinking of this, she raised her head and glanced at the only man present who was pretending to be slacking off, her eyes full of deep meaning.

I fiddled with the smartphone in my hand, trying to focus all my attention on it so as not to show any envy.

Humph, even in a place like this, my loneliness cannot be defeated!

With my last bit of persistence, I tried hard to open the alarm clock setting interface, intending to adjust my recent schedule.

As I was thinking this, I caught a glimpse of the gaze from the Snow Girl-like being over there, and I suddenly became much more sober.

"Okay, okay, everyone stand in line!"

Fortunately, Miura's voice immediately filled the somewhat lonely living room, applying the 'enthusiasm' buff to me and dispelling the resentful gaze from the Snow Girl.

Well done, Miura.

Thinking of this, I shrank back towards the cabinet, trying to avoid someone's sight.

"Hey, Yumiko, hurry up, I can't hold on any longer!"

Ebina put one hand around Yuigahama's left arm, and made a somewhat strange movement with his lower body, with one foot on the ground and the other foot in the air, like a hen that had just flown but had not yet taken off.

So is it really necessary to go through so much trouble just to take pictures?

"Okay, okay, it will be ready soon."

Miura fiddled with the camera in his hand for a few times, then put it on a shelf not far away and pressed the shutter.

This camera seems to be able to delay shooting, so there is no need to ask me, the only outsider, to help take pictures.

Technology is so convenient.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Miura quickly slipped behind Yuigahama, leaned his face against her left shoulder, stretched out his arms to wrap around someone's neck, and shouted.

"eggplant!"

With the flash of the flash, the camera recorded this moment forever.

Perhaps one day in the future, they will pick up these youthful photos again and recall many interesting things from their school days.

But that has nothing to do with me.

Because in this photo, there is no person named 'Hikigaya Hachiman'.