「How was your outing with Yuna?」
As the relaxed atmosphere of lunchtime began to flow after class ended.
Kusakabe Nanaka, undoubtedly an R-18G-rated lump of meat, whispers.
The sound of some mysterious liquid splashing accompanies her words.
Probably to prevent others from hearing, she placed her tentacle near my ear, directing an excited gaze—or something like that—towards me.
「Well, yeah.」
My answer is ambiguous.
It was indeed fun, but if asked if I want to do it again, I have to hesitate.
After all, she’s a zombie. I’m just a normal high school boy. Normal high school boys don’t get excited about going out with zombies.
「Yuna was amazing, you know? When she came back, she was like, “Onee-chan, don’t ever associate with that idiot! Ever!” with such intensity.」
「Heeh.」
「I wonder if that’s jealousy. Finally spring has come for that girl.」
It’s not. Definitely not jealousy.
If I had to name it, it would probably be murderous intent.
And it seems Nanaka wants to pair me up with Yuna, as she keeps listing her selling points.
I’m ignoring about ninety percent of it since if spring comes for Yuna, winter will come for me.
If there’s a merit that can overlook the fact that she’s a decaying corpse, I’d like to hear it.
Nanaka is still a beautiful girl to everyone else. I still get strong stares for talking to her up close, but I’ve gotten used to it, and it’s like a gentle breeze to me now.
I mean, is there anything worse than having a lump of meat right in front of you?
「──Hey, Onee-chan!」
Speak of the devil.
The very person we were talking about, Kusakabe Yuna, barged in with her eyes narrowed.
A rotting arm is inserted into the small gap that was about to make contact with the meat, forcibly pushing it back to a distance where whispers can’t be heard.
It’s hard to say which is more unpleasant, the meat or the zombie.
「Yuna?」
「I told you yesterday and the day before! This guy isn’t worthy of Onee-chan!」
「Then is he worthy of Yuna?」
「Fuh… Of course not!」
She shakes her dull blonde hair.
Somehow, Nanaka, who doesn’t even have a face or limbs, seemed to be loosening her mouth.
「Fufufufufu.」
「Don’t laugh!」
「Ufufufu, sorry, just a bit.」
「Onee-chan!」
It’s my first time seeing Yuna like this, said the mysterious tentacle dancing.
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It moved so wildly that it bumped into my shoulder.
A volatile yet viscous unidentified liquid adheres to me.
It seems to have about 10 pascal-seconds.
My uniform, stained countless times, but I continued eating without caring.
I’m currently eating something called “Fiery Vegetable-Loaded Garlic Yakisoba Bread Extra”. The garlic smell was overwhelming when I opened the bag.
To put it bluntly, it stinks. But it’s delicious.
I munch mindlessly while watching their quarrel.
As expected, the battle between the lump of meat and the zombie is intense.
Much more than the horror movie I saw a while ago.
「Adashino(・・)! Say something too!」
The spearhead was pointed at me.
Does she want me to join this end-of-the-world battle?
Nanaka uses my body as a wall to bully her sister, and Yuna starts growling, using me as a shield.
It was like a shy child hiding behind their parent, which made Nanaka laugh even more. Yuna barked.
——By the way.
I’ve been thinking about it, but no matter how I look at it, the way I rejected her was the worst.
I should have dressed it up a bit more. Like with a dress.
Whatever happens, a decrease in Yuna’s favorability is unavoidable. Her already low favorability must have dropped to the Earth’s crust level.
So I thought I’d get beaten up when we met at school.
But in reality, “…Don’t stick too close to Onee-chan. You’ll catch his foreign-species-like lack of delicacy”, she said kindly.
Is this kind? If you’re not careful, you’ll turn into a red-eared slider.
Well, at least she didn’t use words that would hurt a boy’s pride the most, like calling me a virgin or a loser.
Despite having angered that Yuna, whose verbal attack power is second to none.
Moreover, as she said earlier, she started calling me “Adashino” instead of “you” or “virgin”.
Basically, using a surname is more distant than using a second person pronoun, so there’s a contradiction with the surely decreased favorability.
What on earth happened?
I don’t remember pressing some kind of favorability reversal button that’s trending in town.
It’s very mysterious.
「Well, Nanaka, let’s leave it at that.」
「Fufu, indeed. Let’s forgive him for now.」
Speaking of mysteries, there’s another one.
I’ve started receiving messages from Yuna on a talk app several times a day.
The content varies. At first, it was about the weather, and recently it was about the emission of greenhouse gases due to human activities and the impact and legacy it leaves on Earth.
Surprisingly intellectual for a zombie.
As I watched Yuna put her hand around my shoulder and growl, “grrr…”, I tilted my head, wondering what her true feelings were.
This mass release is exactly what I need, tftc