[ Mont Blanc Slip of the Tongue ]: Weekly Short-Short Note (Mont Blanc Slip of the Tongue)

↑ I tried participating in this prompt [Mont Blanc Slip of the Tongue].
Hmm, it's hard to condense it to about 410 characters...
So, this is a short-short story that's over 900 characters 😊♪

[ Mont Blanc Slip of the Tongue ]

　I want to eat a Mont Blanc.
　A fascinating brown mountain towers before me.
　The chestnut sitting on the very top emits a divine radiance.
　It's the joint celebration party for the high school boys' and girls' volleyball teams.
　Since both teams achieved excellent results in the prefectural tournament, the advisor and the alumni are treating us to cakes from a famous local shop.
　There are more cakes than there are people.
　Yet, there is only one Mont Blanc.
　I love Mont Blanc.
　I want to grab it right away.
　But...
　There is a third-year girl, a senior, who loves Mont Blanc.
　I'm a first-year.
　Impossible.
　Absolutely impossible.
　The senior is talking to other seniors and shows no sign of taking a cake.
　Holding a paper cup with flat ginger ale, I stare intently at the Mont Blanc.
　A shadow crosses my line of sight.
　My eyes are sensitive to his movements.
　Sato-senpai, a third-year boy.
　Every time Sato-senpai moves, my eyes react immediately.
　That Sato-senpai slowly reaches out toward the Mont Blanc.

Huh?

　The Mont Blanc is lifted, resting on Sato-senpai's hand.
　Ah, I wish I were the Mont Blanc if it meant being eaten by Sato-senpai, I was thinking, when our eyes met.

　And then,

"Kuriyama, Mont Blanc."

Huh?

　Yes, I am Kuriyama who loves Mont Blanc, but what about it?
　Sato-senpai holds out the Mont Blanc toward me.

"U-u-um,"

　I'm flustered.
　Sato-senpai, you can't give me the Mont Blanc.

"What's wrong, Kuriyama? You like it, right? Mont Blanc."

　He gestures with his chin for me to take the Mont Blanc he's holding.
　The Mont Blanc I love, offered by the Sato-senpai I love.

"Ah, thank you very much."

　As I receive the Mont Blanc, I glance slightly at the senior girl.
　Oh, is she glaring at me?
　I immediately look away.

　My hand, which received the Mont Blanc from Sato-senpai, won't stop shaking.
　Fear?
　Nerves?
　No, that's not it.

　Sato-senpai remembered that I love Mont Blanc.
　Even though I only mentioned it months ago during my self-introduction when I joined the club.
　That makes me so happy, so happy that I can't stop trembling.

"What's up, Sato? Are you hitting on Kuriyama?"
"No way, it's not like that. I hate Mont Blanc, anyway."

Senior student Sato is being teased by the male club members.
Oh, Sato-senpai, that is a gaffe in so many ways.
But, thank you.
I take a bite of the Mont Blanc.
Oh, it's so blissful, I feel like I'm melting into the sweetness.

The end.

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