The starry sky tonight is still beautiful (Part 1)

　　"Girls have other desires for sweets, right?"

　　Shinichi stood behind the two of them, watching them take two flavors of crepe from the clerk, and groaned.

　　"You all know we're having dinner tonight, you're still eating sweets..."

　　"Asada-san doesn't understand, all girls are like this." While pushing her hair behind her ear, Fumino bit off a piece of crepe.

　　"Wow, so delicious~"

　　"Actually, I don't really understand..." Rizu who is also a girl, looked at the vanilla-flavored crepe in her hand in confusion, she was just being dragged by Fumino and she didn't have any particular desire to eat the crepe..

　　But at the urging of the other party, she still bought the vanilla flavor which was the opposite of Fumino.

　　"How?"

　　"...Um, delicious Rizu said vaguely, "Even though it's delicious... But Fumino, I still don't understand why I have to eat sweets before dinner."

　　"Ahaha..." Fumino who was mercilessly criticized by her best friend, could only smile bitterly.

　　Then she turned around, only to find that Shinichi had also taken the crepe from the clerk.

　　She covered her mouth in astonishment.

　　"Heart girl?!"

　　"Not that!" Shinichi looked annoyed, "I don't eat too many sweets, but this 'Chicken Flavor' seems quite interesting, so I'm going to buy one and try it, it might also whet my appetite."

　　 Shinichi and the other guy's girl went to the seating area next to them to sit and eat crepes while admiring the sunset.

　　"Ricchan, let's swap crepes."

　　"Oh."

　　If there are two flavors of crepe, it seems to have become a habit to eat them alternately.

　　Of course, this has nothing to do with Shinichi who specifically chooses salty ones. He ate his own spicy and sour crepe, not interested in chocolate and vanilla.

　　In contrast to the two of them who both ate slowly, Fumino ate her crepe half way through.

　　She licked her fingers and glanced at the crepe in Shinichi's hand. She was worried that Rizu was still there, although she wanted to try the taste, she didn't bring it up too much.

　　"I'm full~ I'm going to throw out the trash, and go to the toilet, come back later~"

　　Shinichi glanced at her sideways: "No, what if you are full? Aren't you going to eat udon..."

　　Fumino denied: "No! I mean the other stomach is already full… Oh, Asada-san loves to complain about these small places."

　　"I want you to take care of it," Shinichi shrugged.

　　Rizu raised her head and said, "Fumino, be careful on the road."

　　Fumino smiled lightly.

　　"Of course!"

　　She waved her hand, hummed a little song, and quickly left the seating area.

　　Only Rizu and Shinichi sat opposite each other.

　　Who knows why, but the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

　　Shinichi's expression was calm, and he could control himself well not to think wildly.

　　Rizu munched on a vanilla crepe, her eyes sometimes fixed on the table, sometimes on the ground, and sometimes on Shinichi's lips. She paused for a few seconds and then looked away.

　　Then, her face turned red.

　　Shinichi sighed silently.

　　Does Rizu remember what happened back then?

　　Really, that kiss was very impulsive, because Rizu didn't have that awareness so now she looks confused...

　　Suddenly, Rizu spoke.

　　"Shinichi-san, the corners of your mouth…"

　　Shinichi was a little surprised, as soon as the crepe was taken out of his mouth, a fragrant breeze came to him.

　　He stared in amazement at Rizu's blue eyes who were only less than ten centimeters away from him.

　　The next second.

　　Next to the corner of his mouth, there was a moist and soft touch,.

　　The two stopped breathing almost at this moment, looked at each other, and let their hearts beat faster.

　　A few seconds later, Rizu who was supporting the table with both hands, then pulled away.

　　"...It's stained with sauce."

　　Rizu turned her head away.

　　Seeing Shinichi frozen in place, Rizu panicked a little.

　　"Um, sorry, I did it without permission, just... Thanks to this, I also got valuable mood data..."

　　After becoming incoherent, she lowered her head and said sincerely.

　　"Thank you very much, Shinichi-san!"

　　Shinichi: "😐"

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　　After going to the toilet to wash her chocolate covered hands, Fumino walked quickly back to the seating area, afraid of missing out on a good show.

　　Including inviting two people to eat crepe, deliberately eating a little faster, and finding excuses to leave for a while, these actions were actually done on purpose by her!

　　Since there was no way to find out from them what happened in the "half hour of disappearance", Fumino could compare the progress of their relationship by observing their behavior when they were alone.

　　For her, what is important is not the process of "what happened", but rather the result of "what happened to their relationship" afterwards.

　　Just now, she was so excited about the dolls that she forgot to follow them secretly, but now it's not too late to make up for it, so she can't miss it this time.

　　Passing through the crowd and merchants, Fumino walked forward, suddenly thinking of something, she lowered her head, and clenched her fists.

　　(As long as I make sure Ricchan doesn't have such intentions towards Asada-san, then when I leave after dinner...)

　　If all the lights in the sky were stars, Fumino felt that she would gain courage, for the first time, truly, without shying away—

　　Take the initiative and confess!

　　The quintuplets have gone abroad, and insist they did not harm Rizu. In this way, Fumino was finally able to confess to Shinichi that she had been hiding her feelings for three months.

　　Maybe it would be better to endure it longer?

　　Experience more things with him, build deeper relationships, and let him truly live in her heart, just as he already lives in her heart.

　　It's a pity that there are rivals in love everywhere, staring at Shinichi like a tiger.

　　If Fumino doesn't move again, when Miku and the others return, Shinichi will be taken!

　　Now is the best opportunity, she has never been in a relationship before.

　　But love is an unreasonable thing, pushing people forward into an unknown vortex, and they don't want to go back unless they hit a wall.