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"Sakura... what's wrong...?"
Hearing the soft inquiry beside him, Uesugi Sakura, lost in thought, shook his head and mumbled to the lean pork congee in front of him:
"Nothing, just thinking breakfast is really good."
"It's quite ordinary." Hanamaru Hanabi looked at him with some concern.
"Ordinary," Uesugi Sakura shook his head, savoring the word in his mind, and then continued, "No, not ordinary."
He suddenly turned his head, seized the moment when sunlight scattered on his face, and smiled:
"If I could have food this good every day, I'd be content."
"Sakura is acting weird..."
"This is breakfast that brings happiness, a sign of liking you, liking you."
Uesugi Sakura smiled, emphasizing the last "liking you."
Being told someone likes you is a wonderful feeling, and Hanamaru Hanabi was the kind of girl who felt happy inside with even a little praise.
But unfortunately, she rarely showed this happiness.
"...As long as Sakura enjoys it..."
But...
