To avoid the two beauties fighting in front of him, he quickly said to Kasahara Asuka, "I'm a bit hungry, could you go make something to eat?"
"No way!" Kasahara Asuka replied, glaring at Hoshimi Rinko.
The two beauties locked eyes from a distance.
Besides the taste of the sea, there was a faint scent of gunpowder in the air, and the temperature inexplicably rose a lot.
"If you don't make breakfast, I won't draw you!" Fujiwara Reya said with a poker face, giving his junior a flick on the forehead.
"Ow, that hurts!" Kasahara Asuka yelped, kicking him before reluctantly heading back to the dojo.
With just the two of them in the windbreak, it suddenly got quiet.
"Hey, do you think my chest is small?" Hoshimi Rinko asked.
"Maybe." Fujiwara Reya replied nonchalantly.
"Small like under-risen bread."
"Interesting metaphor." Fujiwara Reya paused his sketching to stretch his wrist slightly, "It might grow more in the future, no need to dwell on it."
