Aren't You Too Sweet Salt-God Sato-San?

"Mr. Sato's... father...?

Repeat the words of a magnificent man across a smartphone.

He responded quietly, but clearly, 'Yes'.

Every word he utters comes to intimidate this one with an obvious mass.

It was the first time my voice alone had found them so horrible.

But that doesn't matter now.

I was forced to open my mouth.

"Hey, why Sa... Your father called Koharu..."

I don't know what you call your father.

"... eh"

Covered with an unspoken tone of presence or absence, I get stuck in words.

But if I keep my mouth shut, I have a feeling this mouth will never open again, and I...

"... Why did Kazuharu answer Koharu's phone?"

'If there's anything urgent, I'm sorry, until I pick up the phone, if there's a requirement, I'll take it from here, but I don't need to explain why, so? If you don't need me, hang up.'

There are no islands to attach at all, but naturally we can't leave this one either.

"I don't know why I have to mediate you in private interactions with Koharu, please explain why"

Unbeaten and pale over there, but strongly appealing to the will to protest.

Is this just gonna get cut? I thought so.

- I took care of your smartphone.

"... Huh?

"Don't make me say it again, I kept this smartphone."

"How could you do that..."

"It's a family situation, it won't matter to you."

"- I do!!

Even though the other person is Sato's father...... no, is that why?

To that too cold an attitude, I accidentally make my voice absurd.

"I am Koharu's friend!! Explain it if you are also a father!!

……

Frequent silence.

In a tense tension, Wagen-san exhaled thinly once Phew...

"... I knew your name, Mr. Pushtail, and we've been getting along a lot lately. Let's thank you for that."

"Eh, be."

"But at the same time, there's a feeling that Minstagram... or you told me something extra (...)"

When the word "thank you” popped out of his mouth was too disproportionate to the voice color and confused, he said so early in the arrow.

Extra, things...?

"... what does that mean"

'Meaning as the word goes, my plans have remained crazy since I started to pluck depression into this but such crappy app'

"Crap......?

"It would be an app that just kind of shows off pictures (...), a place to satisfy the enlarged desire for self-approval that is endemic to adolescence, without saying crap about this. What?

Several scenes come to mind in my head when I get that spit-and-drop thing.

All of the scenes showed Mr. Sato.

- I thought if we became minstagrammers, we could be friends too...

- I wonder if I can become a famous minsta glamour if I practice some more too.

- Oh, Mr. Pushtail! This, this! How can I take it and show it?

- I could have put up such a hectic picture on Minsta and been in a bit too much shape for me to want to be a minsta glamour...

Mr. Sato was trying to change who he is now through Minsta.

That's best than anyone else, I know.

More importantly, it was thanks to Minsta that I got along with that "salt compatible Mr. Sato”.

Denying that is nothing more than denying Mr. Sato's previous hard work.

And the meaning of the "leave it alone" message sent earlier by Sato.

It was no longer obvious that he was in some way tormenting Mr. Sato.

"... correct me"

"What?"

"- That's what Sato said about something that got so serious!!

I almost tell him to yell.

He had blood all over his head, and the lotus and father who watched from the side shook his shoulders frighteningly at the same time.

But Mr. Wagen-san, with a knife to return,

'I'm not going to argue crap here, that's why I left my smartphone because it (...) sticks, I guess I was convinced'

"Huh...! I saved it... it was a mistake to cover it...!

"And Pushing Tai, you did make some promises for the weekend... tomorrow Saturday that you were going to stick... sorry but I'll let you say no instead about that, I'll answer before they ask, but I forbade you to go out to do this on the smartphone thing you kept"

He tells that extremely pale.

And I didn't even wait for this one to answer.

"Then if you need me, I'll let you hang up."

The conversation was quickly broken and I felt him keep the smartphone away from my face.

"Wait......!

I tried to say something to you - but I thought I didn't deserve to utter any words, so I stopped.

……

That's it, it's all over.

In the extended time, a vague hunch was in my chest.

I had a feeling that the conversation with Wagen-san would not only end, but that my “first love” would end in a real way at the same time.

That seemed like a very hard thing to do, but I thought, "Aren't I going to be free from this suffering?" The thought springs at the same time.

In fact, wouldn't it be better if we ended it completely as long as we kept having hard feelings?

I'm sure I only have a hard time staying with Mr. Sato any longer.

'Cause first of all, I'm flirting with her, right?

There's a lot to be done about such a guy stepping into the other guy's family situation.

Extra help, care, stalking......

Second, I saw the lotus.

How the hell does he know, staring at me holding my smartphone silently and saying, "That's all right," he's nodding slowly.

I'm sure he's always right.

It's not worth it for my first love, and there's no brother-in-law or point in me being flabbergasted to do that to Mr. Sato.

It's smart, best and right to do this - but.

"- Then come instead!!

I raised my voice toward the smartphone, and at that moment, the air in the field froze.

Lotus and father are opening their mouths and solidifying.

……

That seems to be the case with Wagen-san, who was silent for a while, and eventually the smartphone was pulled back near his face.

'... now what'

Low, heart tightens to cold voices.

If it's true, if it's true, I just want to get out of here.

But push and kill that feeling, and I'll say it out loud.

"Don't make me say it again, if you say no in Koharu's place, it will be your muscle to come in Koharu's place"

'... are you out of your mind?

"Maybe it's weird"

He's right, I'm sure I'm not at peace right now.

If you let Lotus, the romantic master, who said, "Hey, don't imitate me silly," there, it's totally unreasonable, floating, and stupid what I'm trying to do now.

How can you get that far to the person who fumbled you? I can't help it if they say so.

But...

"I'll show you what Sato wanted to show you... No, I'll show you what Sato was looking at. Crap, then take your time, have a cup of tea, and we'll discuss it."

If you make me say it from the first love master (...), first love is a numb by mistake.

No matter how snugly I flirt, because I like it (...), I can't (...).

'... I see, that's what you mean'

Mr. Wagen-san said quietly and exhaled a thin sigh of hum.

'I don't usually ride such ridiculous provocations, but the rhetoric felt quite intelligent for high school students... when and where to go'

"Cafe tutuji, 19: 00."

"" cafe tutuji "... oh, that shop, but didn't it close in the evening?"

"That's okay."

I say it out loud.

Already, the determination had been consolidated.

"Looking forward to it"

"I'm not looking forward to it, though."

I can hang up the phone at the end of that word.

The screen is marked “Incoming Time 4: 17”.

It was hard to believe that the thought of freezing my body and mind was just a four-minute event, but more than that, my consciousness was drawn to a sentence on it.

“Takeshi, Takeshi”

……

Later on, I launched the Minstagram app and one photo caught my eye.

That was taken that day by me and Mr. Sato in front of “cafe tutuji," two shots.

"... hitch pictures..."

In the first place, it's a picture taken in a situation almost like an accident.

The structure is subtle, hand-waven, and the smartphone's facial authentication system doesn't seem to work well, which is exquisitely out of focus.

And more importantly, both me and Mr. Sato are beefy because of nervousness, not the faces I made for selfies.

Such a single image that cannot be shown is tagged with just one, if you look closely.

As soon as I saw it, I erupted unexpectedly and cried quietly.

"What the heck, this tag... Ha, Sato, you don't know how to use Minsta..."

Shizukuishi, spilled and flabby, glides through the display and navigates through the tag "# my favorite photo” attached to the bottom of the image.

When I gently wiped my eyes with my sleeves, I looked back under Lotus and Dad again.

"... do you feel the same?

My father asks me worried.

I'm honestly happy with that care, but unfortunately, I've already made up my mind.

"- We both have, no, we need everyone to cooperate. To convince Kazuharu Sato, Sato's father."

"... I knew you were handsome, you"

The lotus shrugged.