Amana-chan and her team won first place in the Oto-san relay at the Sports Day, and Amana-chan and the rest of the white team also won.
　The smile on Amana's face at that time was so cute...

　It was a celebration for the parents to get to know each other through their children, so we went out for a barbecue dinner.
　After that, the fathers continued to recognize me as the mainstay of the Minami family.
　The reason for this is that when Hasumi and the others had doubts about being treated as Amana-chan's father, they tried to correct them, but their mothers immediately stopped them from talking about it.

　

　Well, there was no need to tell the truth and cause confusion, and Tenri and I concluded that we would reveal it eventually when we were settled.
　Incidentally, I was strangely curious as to why Amari had a happy look on her face after we had talked about it.
　I'm sure it made her smile to see Amana looking so happy.

　And so the sports day ended without incident.

　
　d*mn it, I was after a full-on run yesterday.
　I don't say as much as Amana-chan, but I'd like you to work on your body a bit more.

　Well, the list of complaints is endless, so I guess I'll just leave it at that.

　It was Sunday, so I managed to finish today's delivery without any relief for Amana-chan.
　After returning to the head office and changing into civilian clothes, I took a break in the break area with a cup of coffee in hand.

I took a break with a cup of coffee in the break area after returning to the head office to change my clothes. Kazu-kun.
'Oh. Good job, Mao.

　While I was hanging out, I met up with Marao, who had finished her work.
　After we made up, we were able to return to our old, easygoing relationship.

　Well, I made a terrible mistake because of Miya's blowback.
　When I questioned him about it the day after I bought the shoes.....

I guess I was wrong.

　He came in and decided to do a teh pelopiece that made me as angry as I could.
　He proved to me firsthand that it's just weird for a guy to do it, but it doesn't matter.

　It's bad enough that I took that to heart and asked him in a way that was smug and confessional.
　But I decided that I would never ask this guy for relationship advice.

　It was right after I made that vow.

"Actually, I was secretly attracted to Maou.

　He spoke out of the ordinary in a matter of seconds.
　That was really surprising.
　After all, speaking of Miya, she has a desire to the extent that she routinely says she wants a girlfriend.

　I didn't think that she had romantic feelings for Mao.
　If that's the case, why didn't you confess your feelings to him earlier?

''Even if you hurry up, there's no guarantee that it will go well, right?

　...apparently.
　I don't understand, but I don't have to force myself to know, and it's just vague.

　I can't explain, but since it's just as I was told, I decided to avoid pursuing the matter further.

　As I was thinking back to my mind, Mao asked me something.

'How was yesterday's field day?'
"The white team that Amana and her team were in won. Taking first place in the relay seemed to do the trick.
That's good to hear. How's your dad's relay going?
'That one was just barely first place thanks to the other fathers. Thanks to the shoes that Mao picked out for me.
You're welcome. I hope Amana-chan was pleased with you?
Perfect.

　Marao nodded as if to say good, as she returned with a thumbs up.
　If it wasn't for Nice's shoes, she wouldn't have been able to beat that stubborn runner dad.
　Thinking about it, Miya's guidance and her help were of equal help.

　It's a delivery business with a workload I'd like to resent, but I'm blessed to have been colleagues with both of them.

　If I'd stuck to my roots and changed jobs, I wouldn't have met Amana and Amari either.
　I'm glad I kept going, and I feel a little less tired today.

"Kazu-kun still cares for Amana-chan, doesn't he?
"Well. It's always soothing and I'm not a pedophile, oh, and I'm not a pedophile, okay?
Yes, I know. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked those self-conscious questions.
It would be helpful if you could forget about that as soon as possible...

　I don't know if she liked it very much, but Marao regularly plays around with that question as a story.
　Every time that happens, the wound in my blocked heart opens up, so give me a break.......

　It's annoying to keep getting beaten up, so let's try to return the favor a bit.

''What does that kind of Marao think of Sannya?
Why is Miya-kun appearing there?
Because he just confessed to you, right?
What?

　As soon as she hears it, Marao's face turns red and reveals her agitation.

''Nah, how did you know...?''
He told me.

　When I answered simply, Marao held her head in her hands and dropped a paragraph.

''Why are you trying to fill in the outer moat after I refused~!

　You refused?
　And yet, this Sannya didn't seem to be giving up on you.

　I'm in love with a troublesome guy....
　When I think of it that way, I can't help but feel sorry for him.

''Huh........this matter is between me and Miya-kun for a while, so it's not as much of a problem as Kazu-kun is concerned about.
'What, are you saying I can't understand the story, too, Matsuo?'
'Not really. I just want you to focus on yourself, Kazu.
No, I don't feel that kind of connection right now, but...

　I replied that I didn't like anyone, but for some reason, he gave me a jit eye.
　What's that 'what are you talking about?' kind of feeling.

　It's not that I don't have any idea at all, but in her case, it's not possible by any stretch of the imagination.
　Eventually, Mao, who removed her gaze, let out a grand sigh.　

''Huh ... I thought it got a little better, but I guess I was mistaken.''
What are you talking about?
It's nothing.

　I asked him what it meant, but he was deflated and I didn't understand in the end.
　What's the matter with you two........

"Huh. I hope Kazu-kun gets a good match this time. I'll see you tomorrow.
I'll just say thank you...

　After saying only crazy other things, Marao left.
　I'm not sure if there really is such a connection, but since I was prayed for, I hope it's there if possible.

　Even the bitterness of the coffee spreading in my mouth could not paint over such sweet thoughts.