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

[As it’s name implies, Muscle Lord was so fascinated by muscles that……that person had fallen to the muscle side because of strange obsession to them]

What the hell is this muscle side, where does it come from!?

[After being expelled from the football circle who hated him for his radical ideas and excessive muscle appearance, the muscle lord fled to our club, which was relatively peaceful and free from the influence of the football circle.]

[What does father and others do?]

[We accepted him.We were like brothers in the same pancake.]

Don’t say it like rice in the same pot, It’s disgusting.

[……So? That muscle obsessed person….?]

Tou-san smiled at me and said,

[He added the protein in our pancakes.]

[That guy is already a psychopath.]

I finally got it out of my mouth. That’s already beyond hope.

[So because of excessive protein, we became fat and started dieting. We impose harsh muscle training and before we knew it, our body turned muscular as the muscle lord expected.]

[So those muscle origins were such an obsession……]

I get to know what I didn’t wanted to.

[So we who were mad at being deceived fought the muscle lord…….well one thing led to another and in the end we reconciled.]

[Isn’t that one thing leading to another point most important…]

[No, what’s important is that in this struggle we’ve learned the merits of muscle, and Lord Muscle was also reformed and stopped forcing unwanted muscle on us.]

[Ah…….psycho muscle lord finally got his human heart back.]

[Well that person was Souta’s mother.]

……….

…………….

………………………..haaaa!!?

[My mother was the muscle lord!?]

I froze for a while at such shocking news.

What!?….. wait…it must be a lie, right!?

Okaa-san who is smiling gracefully inside the portrait of
the deceased person was the muscle lord!?

[Oops, the story derailed……what was it?]

[No, derailment of story or anything, I don’t remember due to excessive shocking news.]

[That’s right, it was the talk about Souta’s muscle crying.]

That’s right but…?

As I tilted my head, my father turned to look at me with a kind smile.

[Souta, Muscles grow only when they start hurting, just like your mother and father.]

[What…?]

I stared back at my father When he started talking quietly unlike before.

[Souta, people get hurt when they touch other people, it surely hurts and it’s painful, but the muscles are happy, they are happy to grow after this.That’s why if muscles start crying then it’s the time they might lose the chance to get hurt.]

……..I see, did you want to bring the story that way?

But, even if you said that….

[It can’t be helped, for practical problems.]

[It’s not that it can’t be helped!.]

Father screams and snaps his finger.

As I thought just what in the world does that mean—–Suddenly, some of the bushes in the garden start to rustle, and three strange muscular Daruma appear from within.

In this unusual situation, I unconsciously stepped back.

[What? What’s going on? Who are these suspicious people!]

[They aren’t suspicious people, they are your father fellow clubmates.]

[What!?… doesn’t that mean…no way]

[That’s right, all from sweet club.]

[So foolish talk just now was preparation for this?]

When I shouted, as if to affirm to me they each struck the pose, appealing Their muscles.

No, what kind of situation is this!? Seriously that situation—-

[Actually, I asked them to help me at my cafe only on weekends.]

[Eh…why?]

When I was completely bewildered by the succession of new revelations, father smiled gently at me,

[Isn’t that already obvious? It’s so that Souta can do what he wants to. It’s a disqualification of a father to snatch away the chance of getting hurt from a child who wants to be hurt. No, more than that……]

Saying that far, he got up from the chair, bowed deeply to his own son, and said,

[Thank you for everything till now.Thanks to souta, he made it this far. That’s why leave the rest to your father and do what souta wanted to do.]

[Ah…….]

Those were words of gratitude that were straight to the point.

At that time, I feel like the weight from my shoulder vanishes like smoke.

And—-as if God was watching over this.

Smartphone inside my pocket vibrates.

When I picked it up at, I saw a system message from Mine on the phone’s display—–

Koharu Satou has posted her first photo to Minsta!

I resolved my decision.

[Father, I’m borrowing your bicycle for a while.]

As soon as I said that, I jumped on the bike parked in front of the store in my work clothes and pedaled off into the wind.
I swept past Cafe tutuji and headed towards her—-

[Good luck souta, Tou-san is always rooting for you.]

At the sound of my father’s encouragement coming from far behind me, the sun in my eyes blurred a little, but I didn’t look back.

♠️

“aytim9”

This is a recently opened store in our town that specializes in rolled ice cream.

To begin with, rolled ice cream is made by spreading a thin layer of liquid cream on a cold iron griddle, scraping it with a spatula, rolling it up, and placing it in a cup.

Not to mention the process of making it, the ice-cream decorated like the petals of a tulip also look amazing.

I have seen an article on the net that that kind of Fancy sweet is popular among highschool girls.

[With this…it’s ok.]

After much deliberation, I uploaded the photo of the ice cream roll to Minstagram, [sighhhhh……….] And let out a deep sigh of relief.

Finally, I have finally done it.

The exhaustion was overwhelming me. I never thought that posting a single photo on the Internet would be so nerve-wracking. I had no idea that posting a single photo on the Internet was such a nerve-wracking experience.

…….I wonder what kind of response I’ll get?

Like the picture I took is really good? Maybe Comments? Tagging? Are you sure you’re a highschool girl?

A feeling of regret is going around in my head.

To begin with since I have zero followers, it seems wrong to even think about what kind of response I will get……..

[As expected, Oshio-kun is amazing…..]

Those words naturally come out from her mouth.

—— Wow, Oshio is amazing.

I have 0 followers and yet I’m worried about this but Oshio-kun has 5,000 followers.

He keeps uploading fashionable photos every day. That means he is living up to the expectations of 5,000 people whose names he doesn’t even know.

5000, I can’t even imagine. Even my classmates only count to around 40 people.

Oshio-kun really is amazing………

I blushed when I realized that I was trying to open the official account page of Minsta’s cafe tutuji quite naturally.

[……….]

I hurriedly turned off the smartphone.

Again I………. Even when I come here alone to eat ice cream, all I am thinking about is Oshio-kun!

And just how many times did I access the official account of Cafe tutuji in a day?

I feel like I have already seen it a million times already. Maybe a stalker is born like this, isn’t it?

Somehow I hate myself for falling into evil.

[Let’s eat ice cream….]

Yes, in the end ice cream is the main thing.

Scoop the ice cream with a plastic spoon and carry it to the mouth.

I think it’s delicious, un, it’s probably delicious.

But……I wonder what’s it I’m feeling?

I don’t feel like it’s that delicious.

I can’t tell the difference between ice cream that melts on your tongue and ice cream sold cheaply at the grocery store. It even cost 800 yen(around 7.5$)……

Suddenly, I look around.

There were a few young girls sparsely seated at the table, laughing and eating on their ice cream deliciously.

I wonder if my taste has turned strange.

[……….]

I tried to take one more bite, but as expected it was not delicious.

I’ve never had anything like this before.

But it wasn’t enough to leave behind, so I half-heartedly scraped the ice cream off the spoon and repeatedly put it in my mouth. It felt more like I was disposing than eating.

As I mindlessly put ice cream into my mouth like a Robot, I can’t help but think about him.

——-Oshio-Kun, he really is kind.

And I’ve been spoiled by his kindness.

Oshio-kun was always kind.

I guess he’s the kind of person who can’t leave a person in trouble like me alone.

I’m sure that nothing has changed since the day he gave me a Konpeito on the day of the entrance exam.

Helping me out in Café tutuji, taking me to the room and teaching me how to take photos and also going for drinking tapioca milk tea together, all of it was his kindness.

It’s not that I’m special, just he’s kind to everyone.

I knew that all along………

Re-thinking back to that day.

About that day, Oshio and I drank tapioca milk tea together.