Dragged along by Azaki, Sasaki and I (and probably Aihara too) reluctantly left the stadium.
For Chiba, the area around the stadium was surprisingly quiet.
After walking down a rural road for a while, we finally found a family restaurant and went inside.
It was an Italian-style family restaurant chain, filled with the savory aroma of baking pizza.
Sasaki and Aihara were seated on the sofa at the back of the table, while Azaki and I took the seats facing them.
“Stare—”
The gaze from Sasaki sitting across from me was painfully intense.
She looked obviously dissatisfied.
“S-Sasaki-chan! Look, they have pancakes too!”
Aihara, sitting next to Sasaki, pointed at the dessert menu, trying to calm her down.
Which one of them was supposed to be the older one?
For someone with refined tastes like Sasaki, family-restaurant pancakes apparently didn’t cut it.
Such a gourmet.
“Makishima, Makishima.”
Azaki, sitting next to me, called out while hiding his face behind the menu.
I had a bad feeling.
“Assist me.”
“That’s way too sudden. Azaki, this is reckless even for you. Aihara hates you.”
“Don’t say it. If you say any more, our contract is off.”
“You damn devil.”
Azaki was using that stupid contract from before as leverage.
If I don’t help with his love life, he won’t pass me the ball during matches.
A simple and absolutely terrible contract.
“I assisted you in the match earlier. So now you assist me here!”
“Yeah, yeah. So what do you want me to do?”
Azaki whispered his plan into my ear.
…He’s thinking up something stupid again.
“Do it when the food arrives. Got it?”
I had no choice but to nod.
I honestly felt bad for Aihara, being targeted by a guy like him.
Sighing, I took the menu from Azaki and started thinking about what to order.
There’s another match in the afternoon, so something light would be best…
As I stared at the menu, suddenly my feet started to feel itchy.
Did someone’s foot bump into mine?
…No, it’s probably Azaki messing with me.
Thinking that, I was about to kick him when I glanced down.
It wasn’t Azaki’s foot.
Under the table, Sasaki’s black socks were poking at my leg.
“What’s wrong, Makishima?”
“Huh?! N-no, nothing!”
“Hurry up and decide already.”
What is she playing at?
When I looked up from the menu toward Sasaki, she narrowed her eyes with a smug grin.
At the same time, under the table, her foot mercilessly brushed against my calf and knee.
“Ghk—”
The more I tried to endure the ticklish sensation, the more tense my legs became.
My nerves focused entirely on her foot.
Completely unaware of what was happening under the table, Aihara and Azaki calmly talked about today’s match.
Meanwhile, I was at the mercy of Sasaki’s foot.
W-what is this… isn’t this way too lewd?
“Makishima, have you decided yet?”
“Hyah—! Y-yeah, I deci—hyah!”
“What kind of sound was that?”
At this point, anything is fine. I just need to decide already.
I pointed at the hamburger steak listed at the top of the menu.
“Oh? So you like stuff like this, Makishima?”
Sasaki said casually, still stroking my calf with her foot.
“Ngh… I’ll remember this later.”
Clenching my teeth to endure the tickling, I rang the call bell.
“Sasaki-chan, are you sure just the drink bar is okay?”
“Yep. I already had a light snack in the stands.”
Sasaki ordered only the drink bar (probably because of the mask situation).
Aihara ordered the lunch hot sandwich set.
Azaki ordered pasta.
And I ordered the hamburger steak I picked in desperation.
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