How to keep distance from a beautiful girl

The next day I burned Balsan in the house of oranges.

Kyuya didn't get involved with me during lunch break today, so it was quiet.

Remove the convenience store bread from the bag and stretch your cheeks while playing with your phone.

It is very grateful to a person like me to use a smartphone during a holiday.

Our high school has loose school rules, to say the least.

Don't let anyone speak to you, and proceed with your meal quietly.

In the middle of the classroom, Kyuya was having fun with a few boys.

Looking down the hallway, a lot of students were talking and heading somewhere.

Funny, those people with lunch will be in the courtyard.

Only Rear Charge can jump into such a Rear Charge Cave.

I've never been in the courtyard before.

I don't want to go out.

Hmm?

And then a stranger came through the hallway.

This aura, which can be seen from afar, is, after all, Rika Orange.

Besides, Kyuya's girlfriend, Sayuki Hida, and the other girl with ponytail glasses.

The appearance of the three makes the hallway look more glamorous at once.

This is from after the beautiful girl...

"Kyuya, let's go."

"Ahh, ooh!

Kyuya leaves the classroom with her lunch box in one hand as she is shouted at by Chida, who peeks into the classroom through the window.

As I gazed at the state, I saw the orange standing nearby.

Before I turn a blind eye, oranges penetrate as they do one day.

That's definitely looking at me.

After I got lost, I nodded twice a little and gave back my reaction.

Even though I have eyes around me, ignoring them is very attractive.

Still, he's as polite as ever.

The oranges passed by the classroom and naturally never came back.

◆ ◆ ◆

I woke up with the ringing of a ping-pawn.

What is it, man?

I refuse to solicit newspapers...

Looking at the intercom while rubbing his sleepy eyes.

But then all of a sudden my drowsiness burst out.

Rika Orange in uniform stands in a good position with something like a plastic bag.

What the hell do you want?

Punch him?

Walking to the front door and opening the door, it looked like oranges stroked their shoulders down.

"Good evening."

"... good morning"

"I was going to ask you a little earlier, but I didn't decide what to do in return, so I was late. I'm sorry."

The orange voice that talks without starching slowly buzzes my head.

Speaking of which, I wonder if there was such a story...

"Thank you so much for yesterday. There are no more cockroaches in the room."

"Oh, that's good. Next time, put down the cockroach whistle properly."

"Yes, that's what my friend told me, it's already installed."

"Well, you're a brilliant friend."

"May I come up?"

"... why?"

"Nh"

With such a short voice, Orange showed me the contents of the vinyl.

It's a supermarket bag that I use a lot.

It contained a variety of ingredients, including carrots, potatoes, onions, green onions, chicken and curry roots.

"Yesterday I looked at Mr. Nanba's room and found out about your diet. I was wondering if a nutritionally balanced diet would be a good way to thank you."

"Ooh."

I was impressed.

As a matter of fact, I could not forget the deliciousness of the orange lunch I had eaten before.

I don't want to be able to eat such food again.

... but...

"... no, that's too much effort. Lending and paying back are not equal."

Again?

The orange blinded and shook his head in astonishment.

"I don't think this is enough. There is no reward for being convinced that you and I are different."

"Well... yes, of course."

"I've been thinking too much. I'm a friend, so thank you for saving me, and thank you for paying me back. Isn't that good?"

"... hmm? And friends?

To Orange's unexpected words, I shouted.

"Are you a friend...? We"

"At least I think so. I don't know about Nanba."

Orange said in a majestic voice.

It was a straightforward tone with no intention or hesitation.

Friends.

Me and Orange, friends?

"I'm not going to argue about it, for God's sake. I don't feel worthy of clarifying the relationship."

Orange slipped through my side and went up into the room, telling him to control my objection.

It's an unexpectedly aggressive one.

"... it's kind of more messy than yesterday."

"Giggle"

"... that's fine. I'll rent the kitchen."

"Yes"

Orange was wearing an apron that she said she had brought with her, and she moved smoothly.

Probably cooking normally.

I'm used to handling it and it's not dangerous.

In the meantime, I decided to clean up the room.

The cartoons and clothes are scattered and there is very little room to sit oranges as it is.

Still, I didn't expect that orange to come to my house and cook.

It's kind of a strange development.