"You dyed your hair, right?"
"Right"
"Why did you dye it?"
"'Why' you ask..., yesterday, you..."
Said Shimizu, the high school deliquent girl sitting next to me, who dyed her hair from blonde to black, in a quiet voice, hiding her slightly flushed face.
After that when I, Daiki Hondo, said during a love chat with my close friend that I want to make food with a girl, the next day I ended up preparing food together with Shimizu, the girl who always skips classes. When I mentioned to him I would l...
