Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

"Um, I'd like to try Matsu-kun's bento too. Is that alright, miss?"

Shiratori Saki's gaze shifted to Chiya Mio, a hint of hope in her eyes.

"Since you've put it that way, what reason do I have to refuse?"

Chiya Misaki chuckled softly, noticing Shiratori Saki's expression.

"but……"

"Matsu, who do you plan to give it to first?"

"Hmm...hmm?"

Both of their gazes fell on Fujiwara Matsu, their intense stares burning into their hearts.

"A bento box made by Fujiwara? Why don't you bring me one too?"

Ichinomiya Satsuki put down her chopsticks and suddenly spoke, making Fujiwara Matsuto feel a little numb.

"No, you're here too?"

He turned to look at her, and Ichinomiya Satsuki was just looking at him calmly, without any expression, but he sensed something different.

This guy is definitely stirring things up, isn't he?

"Can't I? Just make one for me while you're at it, it won't hurt."

A hand appeared in his line of sight, forcibly turning his head back so he would look at him.

"Matsu, I'm asking you a question."

"Um, I don't just make one serving of bento boxes. Isn't it all the same whether it's the first time or the very first time? There's no difference, right?"

Fujiwara Matsu skillfully began to carry the water. It was easy to not hold two bowls of water level, but now that Ichinomiya Satsuki was there, it was much easier to hold three bowls of water level.

After all, she and he had no emotional entanglement, and Fujiwara Matsu felt no psychological burden at all in using her as a tool to resolve things.

"Shouldn't a bento box made with love be special?"

"Matsu, who are you planning to give this special first one to?"

"I give it to Ichinomiya."

"Anyway, none of you would be happy if we gave it to her. She just wanted it, so we might as well give it to her."

Since maintaining stability was not an option, Fujiwara Matsu decided to offend everyone and direct the conflict towards Ichinomiya Satsuki.

"Oh, really? Then please prepare one bento for me from now on. Thank you, Fujiwara."

"You should know my tastes, right?"

Satsuki Ichinomiya readily agreed without the slightest embarrassment, inadvertently creating an even bigger problem for him.

This guy really knows how to take advantage of a situation...

Fujiwara Matsu already felt that the time they spent together was dangerous, and if he brought her a bento box now, she wouldn't be able to escape her lunch break either.

"Matsu, is that what you were thinking all along?"

Chiya Mio didn't think that Fujiwara Matsu really had any feelings for Ichinomiya Satsuki, otherwise he wouldn't have spoken like that.

"If she's going to make me bring lunch every day, then you should give it to Mio."

"Is it really that difficult?"

Although she received a satisfactory answer, Chiya Mio did not let Fujiwara Matsu off the hook.

"Because I don't really like cooking."

He genuinely felt that cooking was too much trouble for him; otherwise, he wouldn't have been eating bread every day before Chiya Mio brought him lunch.

"Aren't you the one in charge of cooking?"

"You can do it? Then you do it."

Fujiwara Matsu's words silenced Ichinomiya Satsuki's unspoken words; she truly didn't want to cook for three people.

Chiyo Misaki chuckled at his discomfiture, but soon realized something was amiss.

"Why does it feel like your relationship with Ichinomiya is getting better and better, Matsu?"

"I don't want to come home to that stern face every day. This guy..."

He gave an expression that suggested it was best not to mention it, and lightly brushed the matter aside with a mocking sarcasm.

However, this topic is clearly not so easy to move on from.

"But, isn't Ichinomiya-san always like this? I feel that she's much more lively around Matsu-kun than she is in class."

As Satsuki Ichinomiya's classmate, Saki Shiratori obviously has a lot to say about this.

"He's the same as Qianye, I don't mind talking to him more."

"As for Shiratori, you and the others in your class are not worth my time to say anything more."

Her words were cold and somewhat stinging, but Shiratori Saki wasn't surprised at all; it was just like the Ichinomiya Satsuki she remembered.

However, she looked at Fujiwara Matsu's eyes and saw a hint of sadness in them; she still hoped he would choose her.

Chiya Mio merely glanced at the two of them, observing them for a moment:

"Matsu, don't do things you shouldn't do."

"Have I done anything I shouldn't have?"

She didn't answer, but silently fixed her gaze on Shiratori Saki, the meaning of which was self-evident.

The maid lowered her head, burying it in her chest like an ostrich, as if saying this meant she wasn't herself.

"By the way, Song, let's set the date for this Saturday."

Two Saturdays ago, Fujiwara Matsu didn't have a work shift, but he appeared at the shrine with Ichinomiya Satsuki.

Chiya Mio guessed that he probably worked at the shrine on Saturdays, so she deliberately chose this time to test him.

But she didn't expect Fujiwara Matsu to agree so quickly, as if without any hesitation. She turned to look at Ichinomiya Satsuki, who was eating expressionlessly, as if she had no idea what had just happened.

"it is good."

For Fujiwara Matsu, the reason he went to work at the shrine was to meet with Ichinomiya Satsuki. Now that they can meet every day, going to the shrine has lost its meaning.

"Matsu-kun, how's the bento?"

After eating about half of it, Shiratori Saki, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke.

"It tastes great."

"Okay! Then, how about I bring you lunchboxes from now on?"

Hmm? Sensing something was off about the atmosphere, Fujiwara Matsu glanced at Chiya Mio.

Chiya Mio's gaze was fixed on him, her eyes conveying an unreadable meaning.

Turning his head, he met Shiratori Saki's expectant gaze again, and he remained silent for a moment.

"Didn't I say I was going to make it for you?"

He tried to gloss over the matter by bringing up something that the others had just mentioned.

"Hmm? Song, do you want to keep helping us take care of these?"

Shiratori Sazaki nodded as she struck the snake stick.

"Matsu-kun, is it okay?"

"Um... okay."

"In that case, how about adding one for me, Fujiwara? Is that alright?"

He turned his head and stared at Ichinomiya Satsuki, who met his gaze without hesitation.

After a long while, he sighed. Whether it's one cow or three cows, it's all the same.

"OK."

I ate lunch quietly until the afternoon's PE class.

Since it's almost June and summer is approaching, the physical education class has changed from regular training to swimming lessons.

It's nothing really, but it couldn't stop the discussions among the people around me.

In the locker room, the men around me were all discussing the topic of women wearing swimsuits.

Especially, Chiyo Mio...

"What do you think Chiya-kun will look like in a swimsuit?"

As soon as he said that, Fujiwara Matsu felt all eyes on him.

"The school swimsuits aren't anything special, are they?"

He was indifferent to the matter, after all, the swimsuits at school weren't anything special.

But... in the swimming pool.

Satsuki Ichinomiya, who hadn't changed her clothes yet, stood by the pool, with people around her keeping a considerable distance away.

"Huh? Ichinomiya, what are you doing here?"

"We also have physical education class."

So, Sazaki-senpai is here too?

So? They're all here again?

It's not uncommon for three people to appear together, but this time they're in swimsuits.