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

Sato-san looked at me and at the smartphone, and at me again with a shocked face, and then whispered,

[You are… a minstagramar…]

…I see, perhaps her plan to change her image with Minsta may not have been wrong.

After all, the way Sato-san looked at me had completely changed to one of respect.

In the last one hour, I learned two things about Sato-san.

One, Sato-San is a “salty” person indeed, but this does not mean that she is not interested in other people or that she doesn’t have much feelings, rather, she is overly sensitive to others.

According to the person herself,

[I have been nervous when talking with other people for a long time, and the longer I talked, the less words I could speak… Ah, but it’s okay when I am talking with my mother.]

When I opened the lid, nothing happened. All of that was just a misunderstanding.

“Salt god Sato-san”‘s real character is actually “Extremely shy Sato-san.”

…What the hell is with this completely reversed character!

And one more thing.

Her photography skills are devastating.

[This… How is it this time, Oshio-kun?!]

[Well…]

I stared at her phone, which she confidently held out to me, and groaned slightly.

This is not to say that I can’t judge whether her photos are good or bad.

The problem is, how do I indirectly tell her how much this picture sucks without hurting her delicate heart? I try to choose my words carefully, but,

[…No, it’s the worst. I can’t even understand how it turned out like that.]

In the end, I decided to say it honestly.

No… Rather than calling it the worst picture, it should be better to say it’s not even in the range of artistic sense.

How can a photo of a cup of tea from just now turn so unappetizing?

This is already in the realm of having a unique talent.

As my thoughts begin to drift into the realm of philosophy, I notice that Sato-san has gone quiet.

I come to my senses and look up to see Sato-san’s shoulders quivering and tears gathering in her eyes.

[What?]

[Ehm, wait… Sato-san?]

[You… You didn’t have to go that far…]

Within a moment, Sato-san pouted and tears started flowing from her trembling eyes.

—–Dangerous.

[—–Ah! No, well, that… Yeah! I think it’s better than earlier!]

[Really?]

Hearing that, Sato-san’s face turned brighter.

…A lie that doesn’t hurt other people is a kind lie.

But what’s with “Salty Sato-san”, isn’t she filled to the extreme with emotions?

[I wonder if I could become a famous minstagrammer with a little more practice…]

Ah, here we go, I praise her just a little and she immediately gets carried away.

At this rate, those repulsive pictures will be released on the internet.

No, no, as a human, I can’t let it happen. For her sake and for the world ‘s sake.

Driven by a sense of duty, I climb down from the bed and walk behind her in the chair.

[But I think it would be better if it was like this.]

[Ehh? Oshio-kun…?]

[Start the camera app.]

[Eh… O-Okay. I am opening… Hyaaa—]

As I extend my arm out from behind her and put my hand on her phone, Sato-san lets out a high-pitched scream.

That almost stunned my ears.

[Uwah… You surprised me.]

[Sur-sur-sur… I am the one who’s surprised! Your hand and t-that, your face is too close!]

[I think it’s easier to teach if we look at the same screen like this… Because Sato-san, you aren’t focusing properly.]

“Ugh……”

Hearing this, Sato-san’s face begins to blush so hard that I could even see it from behind her.

I will say it again for confirmation, Sato Koharu is a beautiful girl.

Without a doubt, one of the top beauties. Her style is good enough to appear in fashion magazines as an amateur model.

…That’s why when she shows such a reaction, I can’t help but become conscious of it.

The faint scent of shampoo rising from her silky hair, the beautiful white nape of her neck, her ragged breathing… Ah, no-no.

I shake my head to remove the ulterior thoughts and begin to focus on the smartphone screen.

But just as I am about to give a lecture about “how to take a minsta worthy photo”,

[Oshio-kun…]

Sato-san suddenly calls my name in a faint voice.

Her voice sounded feverish, probably due to nervousness. Being hit by such a feverish tone made me dizzy for a moment but I was able to hold on somehow,

[…What?]

[…Thank you for the other time.]

She fidgets for a while and then, as if she has made up her mind.

[That, thank you for earlier… That was really cool…]

Ba-dump.

At that time, Sato-san’s smartphone made a silly sound.

Then, Sato-san and I let out a shout [ [ahh] ], our voices overlapping, and immediately afterwards the door of the room opens—–

[Sota! I am short-handed, a group of customers just came in, help me a little—–]

However, as soon as my father saw us, he froze as if someone had paused a video.

After a short while of awkward silence, he shows off his inverted triangle back with a splendid back-rate spread. (TL note-you can either google the pose or can just check illustration,the one with where multiple characters)

[Father will do his best.]

And leaving behind his words, he closed the door forcefully and left in a huff.

Silence once again swoops down on the room, followed by late but overwhelming shame.

Now she wasn’t the only one, even I was also flushed to the tips of my ears.

[Ha-ha-ha… A group of customers has come… It might be bad if I don’t return back.]

[Tha… That’s right, it will be bad! Ahaha…]

Saying that, Sato-san and I hurriedly take our distance.

We both sensed that we had reached our limits in many ways.

[T-Then, I’m going back! I’m sorry for everything so far and for bothering you. I would be happy if you could convey my apology to your father. Let’s meet again in school later.]

Sato-san stood up from the seat as if someone had put a spring on her and hurriedly rushed to door.

[I’m sorry for bothering you.]

And after leaving behind her loud greeting, she left.

Now that I was alone,

[Ahhhhh…]

I let out a silent scream and immediately collapse on the spot.

My heart is still pounding. I am sure my father is running around the café now, but… I’m sorry, it’s impossible.

I leaned against the bed and sip my partially drunk cup of tea with trembling hands, the tea was already cold.

[…Until just a moment ago, Sato san was here.]

I can’t believe it, it’s almost like I’m dreaming.

No way my first love was in this room until just a while ago, and that we were chatting alone.

[I hope I haven’t said anything strange…]

As I continue to drink, I feel a bit anxious.

After drinking, when I put the empty teacup on the table, I found that it was under the chair.

With a simple cover, one that seems to be sold at a 100 yen shop, without any kind of decoration to the extent it looks “saltier” than the owner itself.

[…Sato-san, you forgot your smartphone.]