It was Naomi that had her mouth sealed and throw a sharp piercing gaze towards Kizuki, rather than joining the amicable conversation between Kizuki and Yuki.

“By the way… you over there… you want some of this?”

Knowing the fact of being present made Naomi’s mood gone down to the drain, Kizuki sighed and converse with the sour-face girl. Naomi that was suddenly pulled into the conversation, seemed swayed for a moment, but she was able to recover her poise immediately.

“No thank you, I’m fine with my own food.”

“Ah, I see…”

Kizuki looked at her plate.

“You’re on diet?”

Seeing the dish that seems to be a miniature-size piece of fillet which wouldn’t be filling.

“It doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

“Aren’t you in your growth phase? You should eat more. You don’t want to be underdeveloped, you know? And—perhaps you lost the mock battle just now because you’re not having enough energy.” Kizuki’s eyes was on Naomi’s breast before he shifted his gaze to Yuki’s breast. …Yuki is the obvious winner here, he thought. Luckily that the girls didn’t notice what he was looking at—else it would be a pain for Kizuki—especially if it was Naomi who notice it.

“N-None of your business, okay?! A-And you don’t have to mention it, pervert! About that—, you’re just lucky—!”

“Lost is a lost anyway. Get over it, hot-headed girl. Plus, nothing to lose if you befriended me though.”

“It’s I-SHI-KA-WA—! And how can I be friend with a pervert?!”

Naomi shooted a stern look when she said that.

“It’s like hundred times you’ve accused me with that ‘pervert’ incident. Well… anyway… if you don’t want to…”

Kizuki resumes chowing down on his delicate dish elegantly, pay no attention to the fiery red-haired girl, Naomi who is discontent since they had met earlier.

This boy, pretending to be nice, ugh…

Naomi’s bright red eyes narrowed slightly as her eyes locked in Kizuki’s direction.

Hmmm… Kizuki thought while chewing his food as he inspected the surroundings, no suspicious movement so far—

“You might want to have your soup while it’s still hot.”

Yuki’s words broke Kizuki out of his inner monologue.

“—Oh? You are right.”

“You should too… You might don’t want your cake expose to the air for too long.”

“Ah… right… Hehe.”

On Yuki’s ornate plate, was a slice of strawberry cake, simple yet delicate with whipped cream on top of it and topped with strawberries, decorated with few yummy pieces of chocolate thins, and with a finishing touch of folded flower-like gold leaf that was edible.