Yurika
Yurika was faced with a dilemma. She had to choose—between manju and the scale.
“If I step on the scale first, I don’t think I’ll be able to eat this...”
Yurika reached out for the manju, but she had a terrible feeling. If she got on the scale, she was sure she’d see a much larger number than she was used to. There was so much good food to enjoy in the autumn, and she knew she’d enjoyed more than her fair share of it. If she saw what the scale had to say about it, she was confident she’d be compelled to skip the manju.
And so she made up her mind. Manju first, then the scale. That was simply the only option. You see, Yurika was the type to ignore what she didn’t want to be true.
“But, but...”
She was moments away from grabbing the manju when her hand stopped. It was currently summer in Forthorthe, and there was talk among the girls about going swimming. Yurika couldn’t imagine a fate worse than having to wear a swimsuit after putting on weight.
“If I stood next to Sakuraba-senpai or Maki-chan...”
She’d already given up hope of ever looking like Kiriha. The real problems were Harumi and Maki, who shared Yurika’s build and were both determined to stay trim. Being compared to either one of them would be...
“A living hell. Th-This manju could be a ticket straight to hell.”
An overwhelming sense of despair crushed Yurika. If she was already getting fat, one more manju could be the final nail in the coffin. When she imagined a flabby version of herself sandwiched between the adorable Harumi and Maki, she couldn’t bring herself to pick up the manju. But just then, something occurred to her...
“B-But they say boys like ’em a little chubby, and Satomi-san was just telling Clan-san to put on some weight!” The unfounded belief that boys like slightly chubby girls was her only saving grace right now. She was that desperate. “I’m sure it’ll be fine! Satomi-san is nice, so he’ll still say he loves me!”
Putting her faith in that, Yurika snatched up the manju and ripped off its plastic wrapper. She’d already forgotten about swimsuits.
“Down the hatch! Hom! Oooh, that’s sooooo good!”
Nijino Yurika, eighteen years old, was a few short minutes away from the lament of a lifetime.
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