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

11th

Saturday (...).

The time went around 5: 00 in the evening and I finally finished all of today's cafe business.

"All right, I'm done cleaning up... Dad, you got any tea?

I almost asked as I removed the apron, but didn't get back to me.

Strange to see, my father highlights his tough lower body in the kitchen at Abdominal and Rhinoceros.

……

Does that mean he's here?

Well, okay, let's get your father's share for now.

I started brewing tea.

- Five days have passed since Sato and I went to Tea Pearl.

Since then, Mr. Sato and I have never exchanged words.

As if the “Mine disturbance” that day had been a lie, Sato at school behaved as a "salt compatible Sato” as before.

No one can reach it, the flowers of the high ridge.

Naturally, I'm one of them.

I don't know how that happened.

But I definitely think it was the last conversation that was decisive.

- Holy shit, I'm gonna go get some roll ice cream next Saturday! I was wondering if you could follow me, too!

Her desperately spitting words rise to the back of her brain.

I wonder how I was right to answer.

... No, maybe there was no right answer in the first place.

Nothing. Where she was alone, it's not like she won't be able to take pictures.

Considering that I turned down Sato's invitation changed Sato may be a lot of thought in itself.

She must have behaved as a "salt compatible Mr. Sato” in school as before, while touring stylish cafes over the weekend and continuing to take pictures and hoard them.

Due to her lack of photographic sense, it would be a struggle at first, but it should improve less than a few times over.

And one day I'll upload that photo to Minsta, and the classmates who saw it will change their perception of Mr. Sato, and their friends can...

Look, there's nothing wrong with that.

... so I'm the only one with a problem.

……

While steaming tea leaves, think.

Mr. Sato is adorable.

The same goes for facial stories, but the occasional faces when you laugh, the unexpectedly childish places and the fine tricks, everything is cute.

If only the dishonorable title of "Mr. Sato with salt correspondence” was gone, she would surely be able to have a lot of friends and would be a lot of hotties.

Confessed by some refreshing good-looking guys like the football club and the basketball club...

... My chest got painful as I imagined it myself.

You're an idiot, I am.

Oh, my God, I take my smartphone out of my pocket, I launch the Minsta app, and I open that page that I've seen hundreds of times.

- That, he signed up that night (...), Koharu Sato's Minsta account.

0 followers, 0 total image posts.

Not even a profile picture set up, not a whole bunch of accounts.

... I'm sure she didn't know.

Minsta has the ability to work with Mine and will automatically notify Mine's friends when they launch their account.

Even today, the total number of image submissions remains unchanged at 0.

"... Ha ha"

I accidentally got a dry laugh at my own less feminine.

I can't believe I'm relieved (...) that no images have been posted today...

I have no choice, I have no choice.

I made myself a cup of tea with that excuse, and I went down to my father, who waited on the terrace.

- Your muscles are crying.

My father, who sat deeply in the garden chair, says things that make too little sense.

"What?"

Unexpectedly, I returned a vegan reaction.

What are you talking about, this muscle Dharma...

"... what's with the muscles?

I said, "My muscles are crying."

"Round it up. I don't know what that means"

Really graceful work, father to mouth the teacup.

... Hey, answer without drinking.

"O Tachita, I am Sasako... I have protected this“ cafe tutuji ”and Tachita with one hand since I was preceded by my mother, both of which are important and irreplaceable for me"

"That's... I really appreciate it, but why now?

"There's nothing I don't know about this cafe and the mistress."

"So what..."

"-Tae, for me and“ cafe tutuji, "you'd be trying to give up on your favorite child, wouldn't you?

……

I'm gonna keep my mouth shut.

More than any word, that was more of an affirmation than anything.

"... how could that be"

"Heh heh, you can tell by the look on my face, I've seen the look on my face next to pancakes before."

Even if it's a lie, put my son first.

"... you can't help it"

It's no use getting rid of my dad anyway, I started talking pompous.

"…" Cafe tutuji ”is a good customer, but I can't afford to hire a part-time job, that's how much I know."

Even I grew up with this “cafe tutuji” ever since I was born.

You don't have to look at the exact numbers to figure it out on your skin somehow.

"Dad doesn't force me, but for example, if I go on a date with a girl I care about over the weekend... Dad's in trouble, I know. That's about it..."

- Yes, that's why I turned down Mr. Sato's invitation.

“cafe tutuji” can't afford to just hire a part time job.

That's why when I leave here on the busiest weekend and leave my father alone, the store doesn't turn.

I felt comfortable blaming “cafe tutuji”, so I laid down my reasons for Sato...

"There's nothing I can do about all this,“ cafe tutuji ”is an important place for me too, because I'm on track now thanks to the publicity in Minsta, but I can't do that..."

This was the true truth that could not be falsified.

Of course I like Mr. Sato.

But more than that, this place is definitely something we need to protect.

Dad was quietly listening to this as he rolled his tea in his mouth.

And then after a while, I poured the tea down my throat, and I slowly opened my mouth and...

"... that was when I was in college, at the Sweet Fellowship..."

"What, something started all of a sudden"

"Shut up and listen!!

I was drunk, so I had no choice but to listen.

Father coughs up one thing and resumes the conversation.

"The Sweet Fellowship is a small sorority of four men who worked very peacefully, and we were captives of sweetness and calories back then."

... Awesome meeting.

Driven by the urge to speak up and scratch, I decided to shut up because my father is a rare serial mood.

"- But when my father was in third grade, there was a turning point, a man called" Lord Muscle, "who was banished from Ameft Circle, who wanted to join us."

"I care about those two names too...... banishing circles? Why?"

"He said he was hiding and serving protein to members' drinks"

Why not?

"Sir Muscle, as his name suggests, was fascinated by the muscles... and because of his unusual obsession with the muscles, he was falling on the muscle surface."

Where's the muscle surface, where is it connected from?

"Sir Muscle, driven by Ameft Circle, who hated its radical ideas and excessive appearance, has fled to our sorority, which is relatively peaceful and unaffected by Ameft Circle."

"... what happened to the fathers?

He said, "Well, if you put the same pancakes on, you'd already be like a brother."

Don't say it like the same pot of rice. It's disgusting.

"... so? Who's that muscle guy?

In response to this question, Dad grinned and smiled,

"Protein served on pancakes......"

"You're already a psychopath, that guy."

Finally, I stuck it in my mouth.

I can't help this anymore.

"Then he imposed a harsh muscle treasure on us who had blistered and fattened due to an overdose of protein, calling it for a diet, and when he realized it, all the members, as Sir Muscle thought, were this physical"

"... that muscle, it was from such a joke..."

I know what I don't want.

"So, we fought with Lord Muscle, angry at the deception... but somehow we forgave each other and finally reconciled..."

"I think that Kanya is the most important thing..."

"No, the important thing is that in this struggle we woke up to muscle goodness and Lord Muscle also revamped and stopped imposing unwanted muscles"

"Oh... Mr. Muscle Psychopath, I got people's hearts back..."

"Well, that's Kita's mother."

……

…………

.......................................... HA!!?

"My mother Sir Muscle!!?

Too shocking to freeze for awhile!

What, hey... you're lying!?

Mother, Sir Muscle, who smiled so softly in the remains!?

"Oops, you've derailed the story...... er what was it"

"No, derailment, nothing, too shocking to remember what you were talking about..."

"Yes, I'm talking about the muscles of the Lady Dowager."

Am I right...?

As he leaned his neck, his father smiled gently at this one...

"- You know, muscle, it hurts and it's the first time you've grown up, like a father and a mother."

"What...?

I stare back at my father for a quiet narrative like never before.

"People get hurt when they touch people, it hurts and it hurts, but the muscles rejoice, they're happy to grow, so if the muscles cry, that's when they lose their chance to get hurt themselves"

……

... I see that's how you wanted to take the story.

But I said that...

"You don't have a choice, it's a real problem."

"- I can't help it!

My father sips it and squeals his fingers off.

I wondered what the hell was going on - all of a sudden, some of the garden bushes went out of their way and three strange muscle dynamics appeared from inside.

I look at this anomaly unexpectedly.

"Duh!? What? What?!? Suspicious!?

"I'm not suspicious! Dad's fellow researchers!

"What!? That's no way......!

"Yes! Sweet Fellowships!

"Was that a silly story ambush just now!?

When I screamed, they each posed in pieces and appealed to their own muscles, as if to affirm it.

No, what situation is this already!? Seriously, I understand...!

"... Actually, I asked them to help us with our cafe just for the weekend"

"What... why...!?

As he was perplexed by a series of tattering new facts, his father grinned at this one and smiled gently,

"- Well, then it's settled, because I want Tae Tai to do what he wants, it's disqualified for a father to take the opportunity itself to be hurt from a child who wants to be hurt (...), rather -"

That's all I said, then Dad got up from the chair.

And bow your head deeply to your real son, and say:

"- Thank you so much for everything, I've managed thanks to you, so I'll leave the rest to my father and he'll do whatever he wants."

"Ah..."

That was a straightforward, thankful word everywhere.

At that time, I felt a sole on my shoulder disappear like smoke.

And - I'm sure God sees it.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

……

If you take this in your hand, the display on your smartphone...

“Koharu Sato posted an image”

- I'll be ready.