All Beautiful Girls Want to Stick with Me

Iroha Isshiki gradually realized that at this moment, only she and her senpai were left at the table.

Four words immediately surfaced in her mind—a world for just the two of us!

Her cheeks grew warm on their own, but more than that, excitement surged in her heart.

She glanced expectantly at Kotomi beside her, just about to lean on her shoulder and tease her like usual. But then, she noticed that Kotomi wasn’t even aware they were alone!

Her eyes were completely locked on the menu, studying it with an intense gaze, as if she were a hungry wolf planning its next meal.

Honestly, with the way Kotomi looked, if she slammed the menu onto the table and shouted, ”Bring me everything on this menu!”, it wouldn’t have been surprising in the slightest.

Senpai, stop looking at the menu—look at me!

Look look me!

Iroha mumbled in her heart, pouting slightly. Her gaze subconsciously shifted to the dishes Kotomi had picked out.

Among them was ginger pork stir-fry.

It was one of Iroha’s favorite dishes, but since she knew Kotomi disliked green onions, ginger, and garlic, she never ordered it whenever they ate together.

”Senpai, don’t tell me you suddenly like eating ginger?” Iroha asked curiously.

Kotomi lifted her head, glanced at Iroha, and then chuckled as she shook her head.

”Of course not. The one thing I dislike the most is green onions, ginger, and garlic. Well… except for roasted garlic and the chopped green onions they put on grilled meat—I like those.”

She grinned and continued flipping through the menu.

”Then why did you order…”

”Because you like it,” Kotomi replied without hesitation, eyes still on the menu, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

”A long time ago—don’t ask me when exactly—Aimi mentioned that you love ginger pork stir-fry. So when it arrives, make sure to eat plenty. You’ve gotten skinnier lately, haven’t you? You need to eat more.”

”Senpai, you do realize telling a girl to eat more will only make her worry about keeping her figure, right~?”

Iroha tilted her head toward Kotomi, a playful smile on her lips. Her heart swelled with happiness, as if nothing in the world could ruin her mood at this moment.

Her cheeks were flushed, her thoughts filled with expectation.

Would Kotomi say next, ”Even if you eat a lot, I’ll still like you.”

And then, naturally—a confession?!

Yes!

Aimi, thank you for telling your sister I love ginger pork stir-fry!

Iroha glanced toward Aimi, who was still waiting in line for juice, her eyes full of gratitude.

But Kotomi’s response was not what Iroha had imagined.

Instead, she suddenly nodded in realization, ”Ohhh, so you’ve been on a diet recently? Sorry, I just found out. In that case, I’ll eat all the pork in the ginger stir-fry for you. You can have just the ginger. Oh, and you can give me half of your rice too.

”No need to thank me! I, Kotomi, love helping others.”

”…Huh?”

Iroha stared at her, completely dumbfounded.

This… this wasn’t the answer I expected!

Her cheeks puffed slightly in frustration. ”Senpai, you’re such an idiot. Pout pout!”

Kotomi chuckled at Iroha’s reaction and handed her the menu.

”What does your dad like to eat? After lunch, let’s bring him something.”

The last time they met, it was at the hospital. Even though Tetsunosuke Isshiki had looked in good spirits, he had still just come out of surgery. Kotomi hadn’t wanted to disturb him too much and had left quickly.

”Motokawa-san has been taking care of my dad a lot lately. She brings him breakfast, lunch, and dinner from the hospital cafeteria.

”But I heard the desserts and custard buns from this restaurant are really good. My dad loves sweets. Let’s get him some after we eat.”

So Isshiki-san liked sweets. Kotomi silently took note of that.

”Who’s Motokawa-san?” Kotomi asked, curious.

A relative of the Isshiki family?

She had never heard Iroha mention such a person before.

”Kumi Motokawa. Senpai, you met her at the hospital last time, right? That serious and cold-looking doctor. She was my dad’s classmate for both middle school and high school—six years as desk mates! Impressive, huh?” Iroha said with admiration.

Hearing this, Kotomi suddenly recalled the person in question.

Back when she had rushed to the hospital, she had indeed met that strict-looking female doctor—a woman who seemed completely devoted to her work, exuding an air of professionalism.

She had never expected such a woman to be Tetsunosuke Isshiki’s old classmate, and not just any classmate, but his desk mate for six whole years.