In the commercial district near Shuchiin Academy.
Inside a ramen shop—
"Yokosho my Ramen Shop, what would you like to order?"
The owner, with a kind-looking face, glanced at the two customers who had just walked in.
'These two seemed to be visiting for the first time, so maybe it's okay to 'charge' them a bit less.' He thinking.
Fujiwara Chika glanced at the menu board hanging on the wall, then said, "I'd like a bowl of shouyu tonkotsu ramen, a bit lighter, and the noodles a bit firmer, please."
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After saying that, she and Sakurai Saki sat down at the seats across from the owner.
Chika swung her little legs, gently swaying in the air.
"Saki-kun~ what do you want to eat~?"
"Tonkotsu ramen, as for the noodle firmness... make it a bit softer." Sakurai Saki wasn't too picky.
"This place, Chika, is it your first time here?"
He asked as he glanced around — there wasn't a single other person in the shop. This place was pretty hidden, and 'regular people' probably couldn't even enter.
As for the shop owner, if you ignored the pig-head mask on his face, he actually looked rather kind.
"Umu umu, but this shop owner is really interesting!" Chika-chan cheerfully nodded.
It was her first time having dinner outside with Sakurai Saki, so at this moment Chika was extremely excited.
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One shameful incident was enough.
The pants he had to wash this morning were still hanging out on the balcony like a flag of disgrace!
Yakumo Shiro wore the triumphant face of a victor.
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——About ten minutes later——
"Sakurai-kun, what dessert are you making?"
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"Daifuku."
"Can I have some?"
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"…Sure. The filling is bell pepper and carrot. Want some?"
Upon hearing that, Yakumo Shiro shook her head violently. "Nope nope nope!"
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Those were the two vegetables she hated the most!
"You really are an elementary schooler~" Sakurai Saki sneered.
"Guu~"
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Yakumo Shiro puffed up her cheeks and pouted. She clung to Sakurai Saki's back.
"I'm not an elementary schooler!"
From behind came a soft sensation.
Sakurai Saki kept a straight face as he took out the steamed dough and poked it a couple of times with a wooden spoon. The dough jiggled elastically.
Yakumo Shiro, of course, wasn't an elementary schooler — Her cup were about five times that of Shinomiya Kaguya's. —Of course, that was just Sakurai Saki's speculative estimate.
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