Adachi and Shimamura Vol. 3 by Iruma Hitoma

Author:Iruma, Hitoma [Iruma, Hitoma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Seven Seas
Published: 2020-08-26T07:00:00+00:00

At lunch, I noticed that Adachi had actually brought something from home for a change. Originally, I thought maybe she’d packed a sandwich. At that point, I figured we could eat together, so I headed over to her. She sat at her desk, chewing silently as she stared downward. At first, she didn’t notice me, so I walked between her and the desk in front of hers.

“Whoa!” I exclaimed.

At that, Adachi finally looked up.

Spread out on her desk was a cascade of store-bought chocolate of all different brands, spilling out of a plastic to-go bag. No sandwich or anything. Just chocolate.

“Himamurhh?” she asked, her mouth full. Then, a split second later, she snapped back to her senses and stuffed all the chocolate back into the bag. Admittedly, my reaction to her lunch was a little scandalized, but surely she didn’t need to hide it.

That said, I hadn’t realized she was such a chocoholic. For that matter, what was going on with her hair? Pony alert! Open the stables!

“Oh, I get it. You used too much brainpower during class, so now you’re filling up on sugar?”

“Uh…yeah…something like that,” Adachi replied instantly—so fast, I wasn’t sure she’d actually listened to a word I said. As she rested her chin in her hands, I noticed a bottle of mineral water on her desk. This came as a relief. Now, that’s the Adachi I know.

This ponytail look, however, was an Adachi I didn’t know. As her head swayed from side to side, so too did her hair, attracting—no, demanding —my attention. Naturally, it worked. How could I not notice when it kept bouncing around in my line of sight during class?

So, what had made her change her hairstyle? Was she trying to reinvent herself? Her exposed ears trembled slightly.

“You know, I heard that excessive chocolate consumption can give you a nosebleed,” I commented casually. “Not sure if it’s actually true, though.”

Reflexively, she reached up and touched her nose. Then she wiped it with her sleeve, and once she confirmed that she wasn’t bleeding, she looked back at me. I wasn’t sure what she was expecting. After a moment of extended eye contact, she averted her gaze and started to unwrap another chocolate bar. Whew .

As I watched her break off each piece of chocolate one by one and pop them into her mouth, it made me want a taste. “Gimme a piece.”

She handed me the whole thing. I accepted it, then flipped it over and compared its calorie count with that of my croquette sandwich. I knew I shouldn’t have bought this thing . The numbers were in the triple digits. I started to sweat.

Meanwhile, Adachi carried on eating her chocolate like she’d never even heard of calories. As I glanced around at the various wrappers, I realized what they had in common: they were all milk chocolate.

Milk chocolate… Feels like we had a conversation about that recently.

Could Adachi’s new all-chocolate diet possibly be my fault? Was the ponytail a symbol of her determination

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