How to keep distance from a beautiful girl

So, here it is.

"Yes, it's a mental blind spot."

They were brought to the dance floor on a staircase leading to the roof.

But our high school is sealed off on the roof.

That's why no one climbs these stairs.

It's a common choice, but, well, that's what it is.

Sitting side by side on the steps, we opened the package together.

"Ohh... uhh...!

Well done.

Meat, vegetables, eggs, fish.

There was an incredibly high quality lunch box that was perfectly balanced between color and ingredients.

Indeed, it is different from a convenience store lunch box.

Even though I haven't eaten it, I can tell it's delicious.

"Go ahead."

"Ah, ah, thank you."

Receiving a red elegant chopstick box, I unintentionally put my hands together.

"I'll take it...!

"I'll take it."

Take a bite and try the egg grill.

No, it's delicious.

Of all the eggs I've ever eaten, it's definitely the most delicious.

"I see. Thank you very much."

As I conveyed my feelings, Orange smiled faintly with a seemingly full face.

Cute and delicious.

Pushing chopsticks in a heartless fashion, everything settles into your stomach lightly.

It was the best lunch anyway, if I had to be ashamed of myself.

"... it was really good. Thank you for your meal."

"Thank you. It's the end of the line."

Clean up the lunch box and chopsticks and return them to the orange.

Immediately after receiving it, the oranges finished eating their own.

"Thank you again for the other day."

"No... that's fine. It's because I got annoyed and did it on my own."

"Are you upset?

"To his words."

Somehow, I was able to speak naturally with oranges.

The lack of eyesight and the taste of the rice may be the cause.

But I felt like I didn't care what the reason was.

"He should thank Mr. Orange, even if he just told me his confession. It has nothing to do with Orange being a beautiful girl."

……

"And yet, he turned to Mr. Orange, who refused and didn't say why. I need energy to tell you why. Why do you have to complain if you refuse?"

"... that's..."

"That's selfish. Self-sufficiency is something you do by yourself. I think so, and I do. That's why I was..."

That being said, I noticed that oranges looked strange.

Ah... I talked too much for nothing.

What the hell am I doing?

I guess I'm just annoyed to hear such a story...

"Sorry... for a long time"

"No, I asked for an explanation."

"Ah, ah. Well, that's what I mean...."

Nanba, are you...

At that time, the chime rang at the end of the lunch break, scratching off the orange voice.

Apparently, this is where the chimes can be heard loud.

Come on, that's it.

I got up to jump, and I took my pants' buttocks off with my hands.

"Bye," and then, "Thank you."

With those two words, I went down the stairs quickly.

This is the sign of the end.

The end of my relationship with Orange.

You won't have to talk anymore.

That's the path I choose, and we're right.

That's why I didn't look back, even if Chime couldn't hear the mysterious orange line.

"... you still look like me."