Why does the Ruined King still fall in love?

"Listen... I know Yukinoshita made bentos for you and her—"

"--the same as you!"

Yuigahama finally uttered his last words.

Oh.

Oh......

"We" doesn't mean "Yukishita and Yuigahama", but "us", the same as "Yukishita and Yuigahama and me".

Now I feel my stupidity, but I can't say no to free food.

"You two are finally here."

Yukinoshita Yukino greeted the two who came.

The sun was shining on the girl with dark hair sitting on a picnic blanket.It was a pattern of blue and white checkered.Yukinoshita is still wearing the same pair of gloves that Yuigahama prepared for her birthday as the winter cold is not over yet

.If Yukinoshita thinks it's too cold outside to eat, why is she even thinking about it?

"When it's so cold, are we still eating outside?"

"Yes. While it's a bit cold, the sun warms it up. Atmosphere has a strong influence on flavor, and I intend to have the strongest influence possible under reasonably optimal conditions."

Some cause? What if I get pneumonia? Who can get me back to health?

......what about you?

"It's nothing like the usual ministry gatherings."

I said, sitting on the picnic blanket, "If I get sick, it will be your fault," I said nonchalantly.

Yukinoshita just looked at me silently.

"Small business!"

Yuigahama glared at me, "Don't spoil the atmosphere! Before this, did you thank you for the food? It took a lot of effort for her to make it!"

"It's nothing, Yuigahama-san."

Yukinoshita spoke while stroking the hair behind her ear. "The dishes I make are delicious but also very simple."

"Haha...there's no need to be so modest!" Yuigahama said nervously.

"That's not modesty. I—"

"Well, under the snow."

I grabbed a pair of chopsticks and interrupted her.

"Well, Hikigu (jun)?"

"Enough is enough," I said. "Then, thank you for the food."

I patted it with my hands and picked a cucumber roll.

It looked nicely rolled, with just enough cucumber and avocado, like a delicate little gift.

Anyway, I think it tastes pretty good.

"Oh...this is so delicious..." came a soft murmur.

wait...what?

Sitting next to me is the perpetrator.

Sitting next to me, enjoying my food.

There she was, she was stroking her cheek happily, and that little morsel of food I was about to eat—was meant for me.

There she was, right next to me, as if she had absolutely no shame in her illegality of not letting me eat my food.

The junior student who caused Hikigaya's anger——is the student council president Ishiroba.

"Isshiki-san." Yukinoshita broke the deadlock. "I forgot to prepare a bento for you."

"It's okay, it's okay," Isshiki waved his hand.

She giggled and said, "I'll eat with my senior."

What? I have no say?

"That's good, isn't it, senior? Can we eat together?"

Ah! We're not in kindergarten right now.

This "sharing is caring" mantra is just an excuse for the rich to steal candy and chicken nuggets from the poor.

Yuigahama said: "Iroha-chan, we can give it to you."

"Nah, nah."

Isshiki waved his hand, as if enjoying my lunch. "Senior, feed me a piece."

"What? You ate my food first, and now you want me to feed you?"

"Senior, please...I promise to repay you."

"me......"

"Yeah yeah."

Yuigahama agrees, and she tries a perfect bun-wrapped food. “This fried shrimp is delicious!”

"Yugahama-san..." Yukinoshita sighed.

"Slow down. You might—"

"what!"

"Choked." Yukinoshita pressed two fingers against her temples.

"Here, have some tea," she said, starting to pour a cup from the thermos.

Isshiki leaned against Yuigahama, rubbing her back.

The whole exchange process is full of 3D taste, I feel like a chess player's car is racing.

"Cough cough cough..."

After drinking tea, Yuigahama smiled shyly. "Thank you, Xiaoxue."

"Yuigahama-san, maybe you'd better spend some time chewing your food. If you work as hard academically as you do eating, I'll be worried about my academic status at Sobu High School."

"Okay...wait-wait! What does this mean, Yukino!"

After that, the rest of the diet also passed without incident.

Yukinoshita made us each a bento box with our own side dishes, a side of rice, and a personal water bottle filled with bacon and lettuce miso soup.

"Ah...this is really delicious."

Yuigahama said while rubbing her stomach, a satisfied look on her face.

"As expected of Yukino! It's delicious. Thank you very much for the delicious meal!"

"You don't have to thank me." Yukinoshita said with a smile. "I guess, that means bento is delicious, doesn't it?"

Yubihama nodded vigorously.

"I'm done eating."

I said lazily.

The bento is really delicious, very tasty.

However, I will not leave any behavior that may make Xue Nao have a good impression of me.

"Hmm. I see."

Yukinoshita said slightly dissatisfied.Her eyes narrowed, "You licked the bento clean and said it was only acceptable."

"It's hard for me to say no to free calories."

"So you'd drink anyone's miso soup?"

"As long as it's free."

"Then what do you think is the standard for a dish to be good?"

"I'll know when I taste it."

"I see. Simple answer."

"what?"

Yukinoshita sighed softly.

"The solution is that I have to make miso soup for you every day."

Hey, this line is too old, how can any girl use this to express herself like a boy...Although I know that Yukinoshita Yukino didn't mean it, she just said it naturally, It's just that he didn't remember the deep meaning of the words for a while.

Surprised, Yuigahama looked at Yukinoshita.

"Snow, Yukino..."

"what?"

Yuigahama leaned over and whispered into Yukinoshita's ear, but she could have said it out loud too, since I could hear it from where I was sitting.

"Look... when a girl tells a boy she wants to make miso soup for him every day, it means she wants to..."

The flushed cheeks told me that Yukinoshita had an epiphany.

"Horrible. Harrowing. It makes my stomach sick to think I'm a slave to this dead fish eye."

There is no need to be so harsh, why do you have such an extreme reaction?

"It's so obscene."

Isshiki covered his mouth with his hands and gasped.

"Hehe, maybe Yukinoshita-senpai should think about the letter she wrote to Cupid's Arrow, huh?"

"Not at all."

"what......"

Yukinoshita completely rejected Isshiki's suggestion.

"Speaking of which, Yukino, who is your letter addressed to?"

Yukinoshita looked at Yuigahama, then at me, and finally at Isshiki.

She looked at each of us carefully, as if gauging our reactions.Finally, she sighed.

"I mentally pre-imagined all the scenarios. First, I would say, 'Yuhihama-san, there are many other things to care about in the world, not just love.' Then you would reply, 'But , Yukino! I'm curious!' Then Isshiki-san will join you on the battlefield, and Hikigu-kun (bacteria) will run to buy MAX coffee."

Wow.Yukinoshita attributed the situation to my favorite drink.

"Um...um...hey, no, I won't...but I'm curious...oh! Yukino! You're so smart!"

Yuigahama goes from rejection to acceptance to total admiration.

It's as if she skipped three of the five stages of death and was reincarnated in one fragmented sentence.

Accepting the five stages of death, the famous American psychoanalyst doctor Elizabeth Kübler Ross divides the process of dying into five psychological stages through interviews with a large number of terminal patients and research on the mental activities of patients before death : Rejection, anger, struggle, frustration, acceptance.

Well, I love my deep and useless cultural knowledge reserve.

"Cupid's arrow is very interesting," said Isshiki. "That's why I'm here!"

"Oh?"

I turned around and said to the junior who made me despair. "What's the fun in a group of people who can't even confess their feelings in person? Recourse to texting? So childish."

Yuigahama was furious from behind. "Take back every text message confession you send!"

SMS confession.Is this real? Is this real life?

Well, I surrender.

So, what I've heard from Yuigahama is that there are people who believe in love in the real world.

Of course, anyway, why not?

But there are also those who, in the pursuit of desperate happiness, can't even talk face-to-face?