A night without words.
The next day.
Kitahara Makoto and Togawa Sakiko woke up at almost the same time.
However, after going downstairs, Kitahara Makoto went into the kitchen to prepare food, while Togawa Sakiko went into the bathroom and began to wash her hands again.
Whoosh, whoosh.
The faucet ran non-stop.
Togawa Sakiko carefully washed her hands with soap, and the events of last night involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
At that time, her head was dizzy, and she actually used her hand to help…
"Later, he even wanted me to use my foot… How could he even think of that?!"
"Pervert!"
"Kitahara-kun's fetish is simply too perverted!"
Togawa Sakiko looked up at the mirror on the wall, seeing her own pretty face flushed crimson, as if on fire.
"It's not convenient to wash my feet in the bathroom; I'll have to wait until I get back home to wash them…"
Togawa Sakiko let out a light breath, turned off the faucet, quietly walked out of the bathroom, glanced at Kitahara Makoto busy in the kitchen, and then decisively slipped away.
She couldn't eat this breakfast!
Forget eating breakfast together; just speaking a word felt super awkward.
Run away.
Run away immediately!
So, by the time Kitahara Makoto finished breakfast and came out, he looked around but didn't see Togawa-chan anywhere. He couldn't help but pick up his phone to inquire about the situation.
Then he saw a message pop up on his phone:
"Going back to move, goodbye!"
"Tsk~"
Kitahara Makoto helplessly put down his phone.
"Moving is false; being scared away is true, right?"
"…"
After eating breakfast alone, Kitahara Makoto was completing his fitness routine for the day when his phone suddenly vibrated.
"Kitahara-kun, hurry over, we're going to rent dance costumes."
The sender of the message was none other than Yamada Ryo.
Looking at the text message on his phone, Kitahara Makoto was immediately speechless:
"You need to specially rent dance costumes for dancing?"
Yamada Ryo: "That's right."
Kitahara Makoto: "Wait a minute, if I remember correctly, the competition starts at nine in the morning, right? You're only just thinking of renting clothes now?"
Yamada Ryo: "I had too much stuff poured into me by Nijika yesterday, my head was fuzzy, and I forgot."
It's just studying, don't make it sound so bad!
Yamada Ryo: "Don't worry, renting clothes is quick; it won't delay our competition."
Kitahara Makoto was deeply skeptical of this.
The last time he went shopping with Anon, she changed at least a dozen outfits, leaving Kitahara Makoto with a deep psychological shadow.
However, the competition was today; there was no way to avoid it.
"Send me the address; I'll go find Yamada Ryo."
"…"
Half an hour later.
Shimokitazawa Station.
Kitahara Makoto walked out of the station and saw a short blue-haired girl squatting in a corner. Although he could only see her back, he could tell at a glance that it was indeed Yamada Ryo.
"Yamada Ryo, what are you doing?"
Kitahara Makoto walked over.
"Looking at a cicada's corpse…"
Yamada Ryo replied calmly.
Kitahara Makoto curiously looked down and found a summer cicada lying on its back in the green space, clearly already gone.
"There's nothing good to see about a cicada, is there?"
Kitahara Makoto asked, puzzled.
If it were Bocchi-chan, she might feel pity and specifically make a small grave for the cicada, but Yamada Ryo definitely wouldn't have that kindness.
Yamada Ryo raised her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth, and said expressionlessly:
"Last night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I accidentally saw a video and found that cicadas can be roasted and eaten, and they look very delicious..."
"..."
Kitahara Makoto silently bent down and looked at Yamada Ryo from the side.
What the heck!
I thought you were feeling melancholic, but it turns out the tears were flowing from the corners of your mouth!
Yamada Ryo stood up straight, wiped her mouth clean, and said as if nothing had happened:
"I still don't know what cicadas taste like. When summer vacation ends, let's take a cicada net and catch a few in the mountains, shall we?"
Kitahara Makoto sighed:
"Let's talk about that later. There's not much time left. Let's hurry up and get the dance costumes."
"Mhm." Yamada Ryo clapped her hands, "There's a clothing store up ahead that offers rental services."
After all, it's only for a competition, so renting is naturally more cost-effective.
However, after walking for a short while, Yamada Ryo suddenly stopped and looked expectantly at a takoyaki stand not far away.
"God, I want to eat takoyaki."
Kitahara Makoto looked over speechlessly:
"Ryo-senpai didn't have breakfast this morning?"
"No." Yamada Ryo covered her stomach with both hands, "I saw a speaker I really liked and couldn't resist the urge to buy it. Now my wallet is empty again, and I didn't eat dinner last night either, only a handful of wood sorrel."
Kitahara Makoto couldn't help but complain:
"Don't eat strange things randomly. Aren't you afraid of going to the hospital?"
"Don't worry." Yamada Ryo gave a thumbs up with her right hand, "I've eaten wood sorrel many times. It tastes slightly sour, and the texture is pretty good. Plus, it's very common in the park. I give it five stars for recommendation. Kitahara-kun can try it too."
"I'm sorry." Kitahara Makoto said expressionlessly, "I completely don't want to eat grass."
"..."
It was quite obvious.
This Yamada Ryo was already at her wits' end, without a single penny on her. Kitahara Makoto couldn't just ignore her, so he could only sigh, walk over, and buy a serving of takoyaki.
"Here."
Kitahara Makoto handed the takoyaki to Ryo.
"Kitahara-kun, feed me." Yamada Ryo raised both hands, "When I was waiting for you at the station earlier, I idly touched that tree, and my hands are unhygienic."
Kitahara Makoto said speechlessly:
"Eating grass is fine, but you care about unhygienic hands?"
Yamada Ryo raised her chin and said righteously:
"The grass is always carefully washed clean after being pulled home before I eat it, so there's no problem."
Kitahara Makoto sighed helplessly and poked a takoyaki ball:
"Open your mouth."
"Ah..."
Yamada Ryo slightly tilted her pretty face, opened her pink lips, and waited to be fed.
It has to be said that although Yamada Ryo is self-willed, her looks are quite high, completely a short-haired ceiling. At this moment, with her pretty face slightly tilted and her mouth open, one could clearly see two rows of pearly white teeth, and inside, her tender Toyohama, Kazuka tongue...
Kitahara Makoto's heart quietly sped up.
Cute.
Want to...
He took a deep breath.
Holding his breath, he focused.
Kitahara Makoto quickly drove away the distracting thoughts and brought the takoyaki to Yamada Ryo's mouth.
"Nom—"
Yamada Ryo bit down suddenly, swallowing the takoyaki ball in one go.
"Slow down." Kitahara Makoto reminded her, "Be careful not to get poked by the toothpick."
"Ah..."
Yamada Ryo clearly had no feeding shame. With one takoyaki down, there wasn't a hint of blush on her fair, pretty face. She quickly opened her mouth again, waiting to be fed.
Kitahara Makoto was responsible for feeding, and Yamada Ryo was responsible for eating. Before long, a box of takoyaki was quickly finished.
"Have something to drink too."
Kitahara Makoto opened a can of red bean soup and handed it over.
Yamada Ryo was not polite either, holding the red bean soup with both hands and drinking it with gulps.
"Mmm, my stomach is full thanks to Kitahara-kun..."
Yamada Ryo covered her stomach contentedly, her eyes slightly narrowed, a rare expression of happiness on her pretty face.
Kitahara Makoto's lips twitched slightly as he reminded her:
"Ryo-senpai, you have a little soup on the corner of your mouth."
Yamada Ryo heard him and stuck out the tip of her tongue, gently licking her lips. Although the action was very ordinary, it made Kitahara Makoto's heart beat faster once again.
Speaking of which, it seemed like it had been a long time since he had kissed Yamada Ryo...
"Don't move." Kitahara Makoto couldn't help but bend down and lean in, "I'll help Yamada Ryo clean it."