Vol Chapter 8 (2/2)

Where could Alex be possibly eating the bento?

“Really? I would also like to eat Haruto’s bento by all means.”

The destructive power of a hottie’s request is different, isn’t it?

While trembling a little, I also decided that this is a good chance for my request.

“Then I’ll make you a bento tomorrow. In exchange, will you cut my hair? It grew so it’s quite a bother. Urie looks like someone with a good taste regarding matters like that.”

I want to entrust it to someone with a reliably good taste, instead of Alex who sometimes let his stubble grow for a very long time.

Besides, if I imprudently went to their equivalent of a hair salon in this world, I think there is the possibility that my black hair may cause problems. And so, I cannot readily go with that idea.

However, Urie became upset.

“No, no! You cannot do that, Haruto. Long hair suits you. That’s right, why don’t I give you something to tie up your hair in a bundle instead? As a gift for making me bento, that is.”

Urie declared arbitrarily, then promptly returned to his afternoon work.

It was not until the evening of that day that I forgot to ask Urie’s preference for the omelette.

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