My youth romance is always confusing

"Come on, ah---"

"Ah--Hmm--"

Yukino put the fish meat in the spoon into little Yuna's mouth, and little Yuna ate it contentedly.

The white and tender little face bulged when chewing food.

——Ah, it is at this kind of feeding moment that I can experience the happiness of being a mother.

Yukino looked at her daughter with a happy face.

"Why? Are you envious? Who are you envious of, Yuna-chan or Yukino-chan?"

Yukinoshita Haruno, who was sitting next to me, started teasing me.

Whether you are envious or not, it has nothing to do with me.

I turned my head away and ignored her.

“Oh my, little Hachiman is still shy. It’s just feeding, let your sister do it, come. Ah——M——”

"No, this is too..."

Even I couldn't withstand such an attack, so I squinted my eyes and deliberately avoided looking at her, and then used my palm to separate the two of us.

And you definitely did it on purpose. Why did you pick up a piece of tomato? I don’t believe you don’t know that I hate this.

Also, why are there so many tomato dishes around me?

Little Yunai used the advance warning antenna to run to Yukinoshita's side.

"Are there a little too many tomatoes today?"

It's not just a little bit, it's all around me.

"Hmm? You don't like it? I bought a lot of tomatoes this morning and I can't let them go to waste, so let's cook them together."

Yang Noi stuffed tomatoes into her mouth while talking to prove that she really had no bad intentions.

But as someone who is good at observing people, I won't fall for her trick.

Humph, it’s just a tomato. At most I can eat less for dinner tonight. It’s not something unacceptable.

Just when I made up my mind, Mr. Hiratsuka suggested lighting candles and cutting the cake.

Surrounded by everyone, little Yunai put on the birthday crown that symbolized the little birthday boy.

"Hehe~"

The child looks quite happy.

Looking at Yuna's happy little face, I feel that if it were me in this situation, I would probably just feel awkward and uncomfortable.

But from an outsider's perspective, the unexpected outcome was not bad.

"Happy birthday to——you~"

"Happy birthday——to you~"

"Happy birthday——to——you~"

"call--"

As the birthday song ended, little Yunai blew out all the candles on the cake.

"Wow!"

The one who was having the most fun was Komachi, but she was indeed the only one who could liven up the atmosphere the most among those present.

"So what did Yuna-chan wish for?"

"It's a secret. It won't work if you tell it out."

"Hahaha~"

The smart little Yunai will not be easily tricked into giving up his wish.

But little did they know that everyone just wanted to see her like this.

Seeing children happy, adults will naturally become happy. This may be the power of nature.

But in this scene, Yang Noi showed a slightly lonely expression.

In this noisy moment, I was the only one who could see her like this, sitting next to her.

However, immediately, noticing my gaze, Yukinoshita Haruno suddenly changed her expression to a smile and looked at me, as if nothing had happened just now.

But I did notice that they felt a little lonely.

I slowly closed my eyes and recalled the scene just now.

If, I mean if, I stood in front of the birthday cake when I was five years old, what would I wish for? Would I never have to take exams again? Or would I buy all the toys I wanted? Or would I hope I could grow up quickly and stay away from those annoying places? If a child's wish is defined by his or her purest heart, then what would I wish for? What would I wish for if I were to return to that age?

But all this meant nothing, because that summer, when I returned home, all I was greeted with was an empty room. There was no birthday party, no birthday cake, and even no parents.

If there was one thing that could comfort my heart at that time, it must be Komachi who was with me at that moment, so, if, if I could really go back to that summer, I would make a wish.

——I hope Komachi is well.

I opened my eyes to greet the light. Komachi was holding little Yuna and pulling out the candles on the cake. Mitsuki was clearing the plates in front of her. Yukinoshita was also silently watching little Yuna.

This scene should never have appeared in my mind, but now it is right in front of me.

Maybe, my wish has come true.

However, I didn't make that wish.

"Haha! Let's cut the cake!"

Shizuka Hiratsuka was eager to cut the cake in front of her into five pieces with a cake knife in hand. She had chosen the style of this cake herself and had set her eyes on it for a long time, but she couldn't eat so much by herself. This time, since it was little Yuna's birthday, they could share it with everyone.

But the cake was indeed, as I said before, a little too big, and after everyone had a piece, there was still a lot left.

Everyone was a little full, and it looked like there was no way they could solve the problem today.

But this doesn't matter to me. I was poisoned by tomatoes tonight and didn't eat much for dinner. The only thing I have to consider when facing the cake is how much to eat and whether I will get sick of it.

Compared to those girls who pay attention to their eating manners and the amount they eat, I eat cake much faster.

Who told me that I like sweets?

After three or four bites, a big piece of cake was in my stomach.

"for you."

A piece of untouched cake was pushed in front of me by Yukinoshita Haruno. It was supposed to be her piece.

"Why? You don't want to eat?"

"I'm a girl. Eating something so sweet will make me fat."

"Oh."

Although I didn't quite understand, I still accepted her piece of cake. After all, it was freshly cut and hadn't been touched. It would be troublesome for me to cut it myself now, so I might as well eat the ready-made one.

But I was afraid that she would throw a few pieces of tomato into the cake, so I took a second look at it before eating it.

"Don't look at it. It won't happen no matter how hard you look. This is Yuna-chan's birthday cake. It's not my style to mess with it."

In other words, does it just have to be something other than little Yuna's?

I looked at her still smiling face, and for some reason, my appetite dropped a little.

But I still ate quite fast, and soon the cake in front of me was finished.

"Come on, Hikigaya."

Another piece of cake was pushed over from the right.

Without a doubt, it was Hiratsuka-sensei.

"Teacher, you haven't finished eating yet, but you cut another piece for me."

I was speechless as I looked at the half-piece of cake left in front of Mr. Hiratsuka.

This person is worrying about me even though he hasn't taken care of his own affairs yet. How much does he care about me?

But, including this piece, it’s only three dollars, which is no problem for me.

I continued to dismember the cake in front of me and devour it.

"Eh? Brother, can you eat so much?"

The lament about Hachiman's appetite came from Komachi, who couldn't even handle half a cake (fear of getting fat)

"There's nothing surprising about that. He has always liked sweets."

This is Mitsuki who also has half a piece of cake left (she wants to eat but can’t finish it)

"Ah, someone's appetite is still as strong as ever. I remember that when he was in high school, he had to eat two or three pieces of bread in one meal."

As a married woman, Yukino doesn’t have to worry too much about her body shape because she has a husband, but she can’t eat too much either.

Why does my eating attract so many comments?

"Hey, don't underestimate the appetite of a sophomore boy."

Generally speaking, the appetite of high school boys is almost the highest in their lives.

As physical and mental activities increase, the body is in a period of growth and consumes a lot of energy, so naturally you eat more.

I continued to concentrate on eating the cake in front of me, but before I finished another piece, it was pushed towards me.

"Hmm? Hiratsuka-sensei, I haven't finished eating yet."

I looked up at the teacher who was absorbed in cutting up the cake.

This person won't randomly distribute the cake to people.

Shizuka Hiratsuka heard Hachiman mumbling something beside her waist, and she leaned over to look at him.

"As a grown man, stop making excuses. Eat as much as you can. It's a good thing for a man to be able to eat."

"No, even if you say so..."

Damn it, Hiratsuka-sensei was clearly my designated food waste disposal plant before this, but now she's the one throwing cakes at me and asking me to deal with them.

What is this? A tornado destroys a parking lot, and then the parking lot kills the tornado?

Also, I can’t see your face, teacher, because it’s blocked by your breasts.

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