I thought my heart was going to stop upon the personnel who entered the second tea room. It was no other strange that these people would be in such a place. What on earth are they here for I wonder?
“Ah, as I thought, they were here”
Amamiya waved his hand with a honey coated smile and beside him, was Kiryuu with a sour look. Behind them was a carefree Tengenji calling out “Kumoruiwashi-saaan!” and an Asami-san surprised at the line of cakes in a tea room.
Maybe they got close enough to do things together without me knowing. The four in the original were together a lot after all, as myself, I found knowing weird about the fact. Shifting my gaze onto Sumire, her eyebrows were tied in a knot as she expressed her distaste in full power… Sumire didn’t really think well of these guys so it was probably a given that she wants them to leave, the faster the better. “I placed first on today’s horoscope damnit, that bastard liar” I heard as a brief murmur… where did she learn such a phrase.
“Is it alright if we joined too?”
Sumire shook her head in big turns of rejection at Tengenji’s smile that was almost blinding.
“This is the place for our club activities! Guys are not allowed!”
“Eh, club?”
A group of girls who seem to be preparing for nothing else except eating cakes, it’ll be exaggerated no matter how you look at it if you linked such a scene to club activities. Please let Sumire notice that she’s the only one who thinks the ‘Snack Friends’ gathering is a proper club.
“At any rate— ….. funnugaaa!?”
Along with Sumire’s dunced voice was a ‘Pesha’ sound of something being squashed. Turning back, I found Sumire face diving in a cake… Su-Sumireee! What are you doing, this isn’t the level of being able to falsify anymore!
Trying to stand up but collapsing her form and diving into cake, maybe the shock was too big that Sumire isn’t moving an inch from the cake. Everyone’s eyes were gathered on that scene.
“U-Um, are you alright!?”
Coming back to her senses, Asami-san took off her indoor shoes, going over to Sumire’s place in a haste as she called out in concern. As though a horror movie or something or other, what was met after Sumire’s lifted face for a pair of glazed eyes.
Don’t laugh, don’t you dare laugh. Sumire’s probably going to cry if you laugh.
Hitomi and Tengenji was dumbfounded while Kiryuu had his sour look remaining unchanged. Amamiya had both hands covering his face as his shoulders seem to be quivering slightly.
Asami-san took out a handkerchief from her pocket as she hesitantly wiped Sumire’s face full of cream.
“It’s probably better to have your face washed isn’t it, waah, what pretty hair… it’s real right? Ah, S-Sorry”
“P-Pretty…?”
Widening her eyes out at Asami-san’s words, Sumire mouth twisted like a goldfish’s. The spaces in-between cream on her cheeks seem to be red… was I seeing things?
“Awawa-awawawawawa”
“E-tto… are you alright?”
“I-I-I-a-am-m-f-fine-fi-ne”
Sumire’s face became more bashful, it seems like I wasn’t seeing things. The Asami-san who’s cluelessly tilting her head seems to have no self-awareness that she’s currently cross-dressing.
“Sumire, calm down for a bit. He surprised too”
Heaving a sigh, Hitomi stood up with a “let’s go wash your face” as she took Sumire, temporarily leaving the tea room.
The me who was left behind found myself in a gathering of not-so-comfortable-to-be-with members. Amamiya has this wide grin, Tengenji’s thoughtlessly gazing at the cakes, Asami-san’s neatly folding her handkerchief and Kiryuu’s sharp gaze is on me.
I thought my heart was going to stop upon the personnel who entered the second tea room. It was no other strange that these people would be in such a place. What on earth are they here for I wonder?
“Ah, as I thought, they were here”
Amamiya waved his hand with a honey coated smile and beside him, was Kiryuu with a sour look. Behind them was a carefree Tengenji calling out “Kumoruiwashi-saaan!” and an Asami-san surprised at the line of cakes in a tea room.
Maybe they got close enough to do things together without me knowing. The four in the original were together a lot after all, as myself, I found knowing weird about the fact. Shifting my gaze onto Sumire, her eyebrows were tied in a knot as she expressed her distaste in full power… Sumire didn’t really think well of these guys so it was probably a given that she wants them to leave, the faster the better. “I placed first on today’s horoscope damnit, that bastard liar” I heard as a brief murmur… where did she learn such a phrase.
“Is it alright if we joined too?”
Sumire shook her head in big turns of rejection at Tengenji’s smile that was almost blinding.
“This is the place for our club activities! Guys are not allowed!”
“Eh, club?”
A group of girls who seem to be preparing for nothing else except eating cakes, it’ll be exaggerated no matter how you look at it if you linked such a scene to club activities. Please let Sumire notice that she’s the only one who thinks the ‘Snack Friends’ gathering is a proper club.
“At any rate— ….. funnugaaa!?”
Along with Sumire’s dunced voice was a ‘Pesha’ sound of something being squashed. Turning back, I found Sumire face diving in a cake… Su-Sumireee! What are you doing, this isn’t the level of being able to falsify anymore!
Trying to stand up but collapsing her form and diving into cake, maybe the shock was too big that Sumire isn’t moving an inch from the cake. Everyone’s eyes were gathered on that scene.
“U-Um, are you alright!?”
Coming back to her senses, Asami-san took off her indoor shoes, going over to Sumire’s place in a haste as she called out in concern. As though a horror movie or something or other, what was met after Sumire’s lifted face for a pair of glazed eyes.
Don’t laugh, don’t you dare laugh. Sumire’s probably going to cry if you laugh.
Hitomi and Tengenji was dumbfounded while Kiryuu had his sour look remaining unchanged. Amamiya had both hands covering his face as his shoulders seem to be quivering slightly.
Asami-san took out a handkerchief from her pocket as she hesitantly wiped Sumire’s face full of cream.
“It’s probably better to have your face washed isn’t it, waah, what pretty hair… it’s real right? Ah, S-Sorry”
“P-Pretty…?”
Widening her eyes out at Asami-san’s words, Sumire mouth twisted like a goldfish’s. The spaces in-between cream on her cheeks seem to be red… was I seeing things?
“Awawa-awawawawawa”
“E-tto… are you alright?”
“I-I-I-a-am-m-f-fine-fi-ne”
Sumire’s face became more bashful, it seems like I wasn’t seeing things. The Asami-san who’s cluelessly tilting her head seems to have no self-awareness that she’s currently cross-dressing.
“Sumire, calm down for a bit. He surprised too”
Heaving a sigh, Hitomi stood up with a “let’s go wash your face” as she took Sumire, temporarily leaving the tea room.
The me who was left behind found myself in a gathering of not-so-comfortable-to-be-with members. Amamiya has this wide grin, Tengenji’s thoughtlessly gazing at the cakes, Asami-san’s neatly folding her handkerchief and Kiryuu’s sharp gaze is on me.
