"What are you writing?"
Beside the stone pavilion, the two sat facing each other.
Yuu opened his lunchbox, glancing at Masuzu, who was scribbling something.
"Just a kind of diary. Don't worry about it." Masuzu closed her black-covered notebook and spoke casually. "By the way, this isn't revenge, okay? I just have a habit of writing down grudges—this will definitely be repaid."
"If this isn't considered revenge, then what is?"
"Pouring frog urine into your lunchbox."
"That's a serious revenge."
There was absolutely no atmosphere of a couple. After exchanging a few sentences, they began eating their meals in silence.
To avoid the silence becoming too heavy—or perhaps simply out of boredom and a need for conversation—after a brief pause, Masuzu spoke again while sucking on her jelly drink:
"Did you make your lunch yourself?"
"Yeah, I did." Yuu replied while slurping his chopsticks, barely looking up.
Because he'd deliberately chosen side dishes that tasted good even when cold, his lunch still looked, smelled, and tasted delicious despite being prepared that morning.
"Oh? You've got quite the feminine soul."
Masuzu stared at him for a moment, then quickly looked away, uninterested, returning to sucking her jelly drink from the silver pouch.
Yuu's chopsticks paused slightly. He laughed. "You feel offended?"
"Not at all. Since I don't like eating, there's no point in me learning to cook." Masuzu pouted, speaking with boredom. "They say girls learn to cook to attract men... How foolish. Even if they were like Ratatouille himself, the person they like might not return their feelings if they lack sufficient appeal."
"Can you give a human-related example?" Yuu sighed. He looked at the tiny jelly drink, barely the size of a palm, in her hand. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Are you full just eating that? Are you on a diet, or have you given up on being human?"
Masuzu completely ignored the word "diet." Her attention was caught by the JOJO joke—her blue eyes sparkled, and the corners of her pink lips lifted into a smile.
"I'll eat a small bread too. But this is more convenient—I can get full with just srrp~ srrp~, like a vampire."
As if to demonstrate, she straightened her back, gripped the pouch with both hands, and inserted the straw into her small, cute lips. As she slowly sucked, her pale cheeks slightly hollowed, and the pouch began to collapse.
"Ngh..."
Her glossy lips, as if lightly coated with lipstick, tightened around the cylindrical straw. A faint sucking sound echoed, and her throat, hidden beneath her long silver hair, moved slightly.
She seemed to have accidentally sucked too much and struggled to swallow. Her brows furrowed slightly, looking a bit strained.
From any angle, the scene was intensely erotic—and clearly, she was doing it on purpose.
Yuu watched her while eating.
"Puhah..."
Only when it seemed no single drop remained inside the pouch did Masuzu finally pull the straw from her lips. She leaned her head back, eyes slightly glazed. The silvery liquid clinging to her lips and the straw quickly broke apart, leaving only glistening droplets on her pink lips and the now-clean white straw.
Yuu continued enjoying the show while eating.
"Hehehe, the Joestar bloodline is quite compatible—really gets me excited~"
After saying this in an odd tone, her expression quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. Masuzu casually set down the empty pouch, ending the conversation with a serious tone.
"Done."
"What's done?"
Masuzu tilted her head, confused. "I'm finished. What about you?"
Yuu rubbed his temple. "I get your joke, but I truly don't understand your logic."
She tucked her hair behind her ear. Masuzu narrowed her eyes, her smile as beautiful as a blooming flower.
"You don't need to understand—it's fine. I like that you get my jokes, Yuu~"
The words sounded sincere, her tone bright and happy.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, host has received a reward: JOJO Volume 2]
"It seems you really don't have many friends..."
Yuu couldn't help but sigh. He picked a piece of bacon-wrapped cabbage roll from his lunchbox and offered it to her. "Want to try? This is the first time I've shared a side dish from my lunch with someone."
Except Totsuka—don't ask why.
The reason he did this so suddenly was simple. Seeing Masuzu uninterested in his cooking, he wanted her to taste it herself. If she remained unimpressed, he could get feedback and think about what needed improvement.
After all, most of his cooking was for his younger sister—he took this very seriously.
Whatever she was thinking, Masuzu raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Why? Did the scene just now move you, so you want to feed me...?"
Gulp.
She had originally intended to tease him and then refuse.
But as the bacon-wrapped cabbage roll drew closer, the glistening oil and its aroma reached her. She couldn't help but close her mouth, saliva forming, and she swallowed.
...It smelled delicious.
It looked incredibly appetizing.
It was just a cold-packed lunch dish—why did it still look so mouthwatering?
Yuu observed the change in her expression. He confirmed Masuzu didn't have anorexia or stomach issues, then forcibly pushed the chopsticks into her slightly open mouth. After pulling them out, he took a tissue and wiped her lips.
"How is it?"
"..."
After briefly snapping out of her shock, Masuzu lowered her head, covering her mouth. She chewed for a moment, then spoke resignedly.
"Delicious. Compared to this, my jelly drink tastes bland. I could even eat a whole bowl of rice with this."
After honestly sharing her opinion, she licked the oil from her lips and looked at Yuu.
"The downside is your feeding style is too rough—too forceful, without any mental preparation."
"Alright, I'll be gentler next time."
Yuu said casually, continuing to eat his lunch, with no intention of feeding her a second bite.
Trying hard to look away from her longing gaze, Masuzu picked up her notebook again. After writing a few lines, she wiped her cheek and frowned in annoyance.
"Annoying. Want another time? Do you really like touching my mouth?"
Yuu replied without looking up. "If you can't make a dirty joke properly, don't make dirty jokes. It has no artistry at all—just ruins the image. If you really want to say it, learn from how the high school students in Seitokai Yakuindomo do it."
"Seitokai Yakuindomo? Is there an organization like that at Sobu High?" Masuzu asked, confused, then shrugged indifferently.
"Well, since you said that, to avoid being annoying, I'll restrain this side of me."
"Good. I like this obedient side of you, Masuzu."
"That's an obvious lie—and completely uncreative."
Masuzu rolled her eyes, too lazy to say anything more. She propped her cheek with one hand and poked the empty jelly pouch with her finger.
She kept watching him eat seriously, slowly waiting for lunchtime to pass—
In her plan, after this opening performance, all she needed to do was go home with him at a fixed time. That way, she could escape the hell of constant confessions, and no one would doubt their relationship.
Of course, she didn't need to have lunch with him every day—doing things only close friends and lovers did.
So, could this be the last time?
(The last time I see Yuu eat... (sniff sniff))
(Hehe, just kidding~)
(Regardless of whether it's the last time or not, most of what he says and thinks are lies. He won't show much truth to others—or even to himself.)
(Then, who is this beautiful, aggressive, annoying, invincible girl destined for loneliness?)
(Yes, I am—Natsukawa Masuzu.)
"Hey, you're voicing your inner thoughts."
Yuu was forced to stop eating, looking at her with resignation as she read those words with an innocent face.
Masuzu shook her head, then looked back up at the sky, her tone full of pity.
"Please don't mind me. Continue eating!"
"You're my girlfriend, yet you're telling me not to pay attention to you?"
"Oh, I'm just a regular fake. Why interfere with each other's private lives? That'd be cheating."
"Hah, how bold of you to say that. Lady, who's currently interrupting my private lunchtime?"
"No, this is our date time now... Hmm, it feels so ridiculous saying it, it makes me nauseous."
As she said that, for some reason, Masuzu actually smiled contentedly.
Autumn sunlight shone brightly. The dappled shadows of the trees, cut and woven, looked like a summer tapestry.