I'm back.

Mom, where's that deodorizing spray I asked you to get the other day?

Huh? Maybe she's in the tub.

Anyway, it should be around here somewhere. Let's see...

Aha, there you are!
Scentless deodorizing spray!

Still...
*Sigh*
This whole grilled squid thing is such a pain...

They're not cute or photogenic.
Plus, they make your clothes smell.

Maybe I should've worn my gym clothes when making them since I was one slipup away from having to get my uniform dry-cleaned.

But I don't want any of that sauce to get on my gym clothes either...

Which I guess means the best option is to wear this hideous shirt...

...

The more I look at it, the dumber it feels.

Yeah, the font and stuff do go with the idea of us making “seriously good” grilled squid...

But we really couldn't have gone with something better?!

*Sigh*

Oh, you're back...

Oh, yeah. I am...

(No, wait! My shirt...!)

Was that your class's shirt?

What if it was...?

Nothing.

What is it...?
If you have something to say, then just say it.

Oh, you sure?
Then...

I can't believe how lame it is.

...!

For your information!
I'm not happy with this shirt either!

Oh, is that so?
You have my condolences.

...!!

That means your class came up with a pretty great shirt design, right...?

If yours turns out to be lame too, I'm gonna paste it all over social media.

Alright, be my guest.

At the very least, the shirt my class came up with stinks a lot less than that one.

What...?

You! Are! The! Worst!!!

You're the one who said I could say whatever's on my mind.

Shut up! You can go away now!

Fine, I'll go once my tea's ready.

(Why did he have to see this dumb shirt?!)

(That's it. I'm gonna make sure no one else sees it by cramming it in the bottom of my bag.)

(Wait, huh...?)

No, I accidentally brought home the spices and stuff everyone asked me to buy for the stall!

Huh? What's so bad about that? The festival's tomorrow, so just take them with you to school.

Yeah, I know...!

(But I kinda felt like skipping it...
Now I have to go.)

Hey, Akito, if you agree to take these over for me, then I'll give you my dessert.

Oh, he's gone...

*Sigh*
I guess I don't have a choice...

Oh, right...
I need to let Mizuki know that I'm going now.

I'll send over a message later.

*Sigh*
Talk about bad luck...