Chapter 65: Hating mushrooms
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“Don’t tell me these things are mixed into the dish…”
Hanayuki was sitting across from Shaymi, glaring hatefully at her special lunch, which was the same as Shaymi's. For no reason other than the price, we both chose the most inexpensive option, but apparently, she had found something disagreeable about it,
“You don’t like mushrooms?”
Shaymi asked, peering at her plate.
She had carefully removed the mushrooms from her pasta. Hanayuki glared daggers at the limp pieces of fungus separated from the rest of her meal.
“I hate them! I mean, they grow off of trees! This means that these things are the trees right > I don’t make a habit of eating trees, plus they have a smiley texture, and worst of all, they have this strange shape! It is vile. I should be the one asking about how you can manage to stomach them. It makes no sense!”
She claimed, puffing out her cheeks.
Shayi saw now that Hanayuki had built up an irrational hatred toward mushrooms.
“I didn’t know HAnayuki was childish… My grandfather told me that I can’t be a proper adult if I can’t eat mushrooms. To become a proper adult, you must endure doing things you hate.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously…”
Shaymi stabbed every one of the mushrooms on the plate in front of her with her fork, moving them to Hanayuki’s plate.
“Consider this as part of the training. Eat up.”
“Um, hang on! When did our positions get reversed?”
“You can do it.”
I put up a show of eating my desolate pasta free of all the mushrooms.
“This is hell…”
Gazing at her pasta, covered in two portions worth of mushrooms, Hanayuki lost all hope.
It was several days later.
“What is the lunch special?”
Hanayuki asked.
The server who came to take our order answered.
“It's mushroom cream pasta.”
Hanayuki glanced sidewalk Shaymi, who was making a sour face, looking at the server.
“All right, could I have that without the mushroom?”
The server made a face who wanted to say, “Isn’t that just cream pasta?” But he only nodded and repeated our orders back to Hanayuki and Shaymi before leaving.
Hanayuki continues to stare at Shaymi, who averted her eyes away.
“Shaymi, do you hate mushrooms?”
Hanayuki wore a puzzled expression as she asks.
“Correct, I hate them. They grow on trees, and I hate their texture, their vile shape is disgusting. I hate them so much I want them to completely disavow their existence.”
Shaymi didn’t lie to Hanayuki and answered sincerely.
“... I already suspected that from yesterday.”
Today, they learned something they have in common.
- Writer
