Yes. All of Them. Give the Ramen World More Credit – Part 07

“Uuugh.” Haruna opened her eyes.

Thinking she might want some water, I poured barley tea into a cup and asked, “You okay?”

“Didn’t you already confirm she has a high fever? Of course she isn’t okay.”

I mean, sure, but still. You okay? was something people say even to someone hospitalized with full-body fractures. It was just a basic expression of concern.

Haruna pushed herself up slightly, gulped down the barley tea I handed her, and passed the cup back to me.

“You infected me with something,” she said. “Some kind of Bruce Virus.”

“You’re accusing me too, huh. I’d love to get infected by a virus that turned me into Bruce Willis.”

Sometimes I couldn’t tell if Haruna’s claims were right or wrong.

It was like that game where everyone guesses what’s inside a box. No one else could see it, but Haruna stuck her hand inside and