Black Tea

Haruto suddenly felt regret.

Yuigahama's cooking skills...

Don't mention that!

He had already realized that Yuigahama wasn't dumb, so it wasn't surprising that she wasn't good at cooking.

This was because Yuigahama's mother was a full-time housewife who prepared meals three times a day. As a result, Yuigahama had never cooked since she was a child.

Even with salt and sugar, soy sauce and vinegar, cooking oil, and dish soap, mistakes could easily be made.

It was almost impossible for her to cook at all.

Although this time Yuigahama said she had practiced well, it was still hard to have confidence.

Haruto thought for a moment, reached out his hand, and said, "Thank you, I'll have the lunch."

If he hadn't eaten, he had no right to speak.

What if?

What if, after undergoing difficult practice, Yuigahama had improved her cooking skills?

Besides, this was also her intention.

If he didn't even eat it, he might as well just reject her.

Yuigahama sighed in relief, a happy smile on her face, and handed the bento to him: "Kuromori-kun, if it doesn't taste good, don't force yourself."

'You're overthinking it. If it doesn't taste good, I'll tell you right away.'

Haruto reached out to take the lunchbox, opened it, and found it contained very ordinary seaweed rice balls, wrapped in seaweed, making them easy to hold, and the aroma of the seaweed could also enhance the flavor.

Yuigahama pointed with her finger, her eyes wandering, and she said guiltily, "Because of time constraints, I only made seaweed rice balls."

In fact, she wanted to make other rice balls, but unfortunately, the other rice balls required more ingredients to prepare, and they were also more troublesome to process. Unlike seaweed rice balls, where the seaweed only needed to be cut and mixed into the rice.

Of course, there was another important reason.

It simply took too much time.

She finally woke up in the morning, and after taking a shower, there wasn't much time left. Moreover, she had to hide the rice balls from her mother. There was no other way. If she told her mother she was preparing a bento, she would definitely be misunderstood.

As for the taste, it should be fine, right?

"It's okay, I also prefer rice balls."

Rice balls are made of rice, so as long as no seasonings are added, they won't taste bad.

And they're filling; satisfying the stomach is easy.

These rice balls made by Yuigahama looked ordinary and well-formed, and they emitted a unique fragrance that made people want to eat them.

"I'll give it a try."

Haruto took a rice ball and bit into it.

Honestly, when he saw the seaweed rice balls, he wasn't disappointed at all; in fact, he was relieved.

Even Yuigahama, a poor cook, could make something as simple as a rice ball, right?

In the end, as long as it was edible.

However, in the next moment, Haruto realized he was wrong.

This salty and bitter taste... Was he sure he wasn't eating salt?

Yuigahama watched with wide-open eyes and saw Haruto's movements suddenly stiffen, and a rich expression appeared on his face.

It was the first time she had seen him show such a rich expression because usually, he always looked calm, even when arguing with Yukino.

Yuigahama looked at him expectantly and said, "Kuromori-kun, how does it taste?"

"..."

'You really dare to ask?'

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't sense any malice from Yuigahama, Haruto would have doubted whether this girl was trying to harm him.

He swore this must be the most unforgettable rice ball he had ever eaten.

Other people's rice balls fill the stomach and, at worst, can save a life.

But Yuigahama's rice balls clearly threatened his life!

Haruto tried his best to swallow it, hesitated for a moment, and under the wide-open eyes of the three of them, he took the black tea beside him and drank it all in one gulp.

Anyone who wants to know what it tastes like should just eat a little salt!

Anyone who eats it will know the taste.

Although he knew this was Yukino's black tea, there's a saying that when someone is facing a life-or-death crisis, they would eat a tiger when meeting a tiger, and they would eat fat when meeting fat.

This is called an emergency evacuation!

It's just a cup of black tea. Haruto would make another cup for Yukino later.

"Phew..."

Haruto put down the cup, a look of relief on his face.

He swore he would never eat Yuigahama's food again!

Then there's the problem.

Haruto sighed, "Yui, the rice balls you made don't taste good!"

"I'm sorry."

Yuigahama raised her hand to cover her face and couldn't help but scream.

She had clearly worked hard to make the rice balls, but the result was so bad.

Even Yuigahama was severely hit.

She suddenly remembered something, turned her head towards Yukino, and shivered.

Very bad!

It seemed like ice was condensing in the air, and the entire activity room seemed to freeze.

In the corner, Hachiman was stunned, then shrank his neck.

"Is Yukinoshita really that scary when she's angry? I shouldn't offend her."

'But that cup of tea was only for Yukinoshita to use. She had just sipped it, and Kuromori drank it. Is this an indirect kiss? Damn, I'm not jealous of you at all. So... Good luck, Kuromori.'

Hachiman silently prayed for Haruto. As someone who had experienced Yukino's sharp tongue, he knew exactly how difficult Yukino could be.

And Yukino was very angry.

How about retreating for now? Hachiman couldn't stay here any longer.

Yukino wore a cold expression and stared at Haruto. If looks could kill, Haruto would have been riddled with holes.

It was the black tea she had just drunk, and this guy actually drank it after taking it.

An indirect kiss?

The thought of Haruto drinking the black tea she had just drunk made Yukino feel uncomfortable.

The atmosphere became very dismal, like the calm before a storm.

Seeing Yukino staring at him, Haruto paused for a moment and said, "Sorry, I was in a hurry just now. Yukinoshita, may I make you another drink?"