Interlude: A Visit to the Butcher’s Shop, Part 5

Interlude:
A Visit to the Butcher’s Shop
Part 5

D OES HINO like my boobs?

“Hmm…”

She always seemed to find an excuse to touch them—or rather, hit them. Pretty hard, too. Sometimes it really hurt, so I always did my best to block her. So, did she like them, or what?

“Hmmm…”

“What are you pretending to think about now, huh?” Hino teased across the table from me. She was always close at hand.

The easiest option would be to ask her directly, of course, but someone once told me that I needed to think critically for myself sometimes…or did they? On second thought, maybe I read that in a manga. Regardless of where I picked it up, though, it was still an important lesson. So, I stopped eating and started thinking.

Personally, I hated my boobs. They always drew attention to themselves, and it made me self-conscious. But if Hino liked them, then maybe it was time I re-evaluated how I felt about them.

“Mmmmm…”

“You can think about it all you want, but no matter what it is, you’re just going to forget three seconds from now.”

Rude! I’m not THAT dumb!

I looked at Hino. Her chest was…meager…and she was short. The exact opposite of me. How did we turn out so differently when we’d eaten so much of the same food growing up? Note to self: ask her about it later. Right now, I needed to think about why Hino enjoyed touching someone else’s bosom. Did she like my boobs or not? Which was it?

“Mmmnngh…!”

“Here, have some chocolate.”

“Gahhh!”

And so, I pretty much completely forgot whatever it was I was agonizing about.

~ Today’s Adachi Forecast~

How often can I email Shimamura without it being weird?

I debated the issue for days and days and days… Then I realized that two weeks had passed since my last email, so I sent another.

Two weeks it is.