What is your given name?\n<<textinput $nname>>\n[[Next|nname_get]]

honey

//I've gotten used to sweet things.//\n\n\n''honey''\n\n\n"Hey, could it be that Bun-chan doesn't have a sense of taste?"\n\n\nWhen I asked that question, Niou who was sitting in front of me, and Jackal who was sitting to my left burst into laughter.\n\n\n"Oh man! That's too much!"\n\n\nSince we were all crowded around one desk, the laughter seemed endless.\n\n\n"It's because you said something weird so suddenly..."\n\n\nSurprised looks were directed at me, but I insist it wasn't a weird thing!\n\n\n"Is that so? Why ask something like that all of a sudden?"\n\n"Well, you know~ Bun-chan says all of the sweets I make are delicious, you know?"\n\n\nI sighed at Jackal's words, dropping my shoulders. I held the straw of my juice pack in my mouth.\n\nAt first I was happy to hear such praise.\n\nBut, even for a compliment, you could say my cooking wasn't that good, and it's sort of sad for him not to say so.\n\nI thought about saying I was worried, but even if I did, nothing would change.\n\n\n"'The dried out sponge last time was also delicious!' was what he kept on saying!"\n\n"...all I can hear is how he really likes your cooking, though."\n\nIt's unbelievable, right?!\nI leaned forward in my chair, narrowing my eyes at Niou, seeking an explanation.\n\n\n"Hey, hey! If he really isn't lying even when you look him in the eye, you should start worrying already, I guess?"\n\n\nHey, Jackal?!\nTurning to the side, I reached my hand out for the sweets scattered on his desk, but he had already been long spacing out.\n\n\n"Hey! Both of you are on good terms with Bun-chan, that's why I wanted to ask if that's how he usually is. I'm using my precious lunch break here, you know!"\n\n\nSomehow, looking at these two made me realize I was probably overthinking things.\n\n\n"You should try asking Bunta himself."\n\n"We don't know what we can say anymore." *\n\n\nWith that, it seemed our conversation was about to end. To prolong it a bit more, I hurriedly took out my final weapon.\n\n\n"Then, please try this!"\n\n\nWhat was spread out on the desk were my handmade cookies.\n\nBut, these were purposely made to taste bad.\n\n\n"If you can say that this is still delicious, I'll go with you to the hospital. But, since I'm scared, please taste the poison first!" *\n\n\nAs I said that, the two's expressions froze.\n\n\n"Poison? Isn't that an understatement?"\n\n"Anyways, the person who made it should take responsibility and eat it first."\n\n\nI took one cookie and brought it to my mouth.\n\nBut I really don't want to eat it. \n\nI knew I didn't want to eat it.\nI put in a lot of salt after all.\n\nI groaned as I stared at the cookie.\n\n\n"Stop!!"\n\n\nThat voice brought a warm shiver across my back.\n\n\n"I was only called by the homeroom teacher, but why are you guys with <<$nname>> looking like you're enjoying tea or something?!"\n\n\nBun-chan scowled at the two and took the cookie from Niou's hand, swallowing it.\n\n\n"Whether it's what <<$nname>> makes or <<$nname>> herself, they're both mine. I always say that, don't I??"\n\n\nTaking my shaking body into his arms, Bun-chan rested his chin on my head and pointed at the two.\n\nOr should I say...\n\n\n"B-Bun-chan, the cookie..."\n\n\n"Hm? This time the saltiness was delicious! You're really a genius!"\n\n\nAt that point I would be comforting this poor taste-disabled boy, but...\n\n...I couldn't laugh.\n\nSo Bun-chan really doesn't have a sense of taste.\n\nUnable to stand seeing me upset, Niou spoke up.\n\n\n"Hey, how were the cookies you got from the front of the station?"\n\n"Aah, that was nothing."\n\n"How about the newly added dessert after that?"\n\n"It wasn't sweet enough for my taste."\n\n\nEven Jackal seemed to be up to the challenge of judging sweets...but wasn't Bun-chan being too strict?\n\nFor me, I thought they were delicious enough!\n\n\n"I guess that's it. I leave the rest to you two."\n\n"Huh?! What are you trying to say?"\n\n"That's something you don't need to ask!" *\n\n\nAs the two of them took their leave, Bun-chan looked at me questioningly. I looked back at him and started explaining from the very beginning.\n\n\n"No sense of taste? Pfft. Hahahaha!"\n\n\nHe started laughing really loudly.\n\n...why??\n\n\n"For me, anything <<$nname>> makes is delicious."\n\n"But I'm not good at cooking, you know??"\n\n"But it's still filled with love, right?"\n\n\nAah, if I look at his smiling face, it would be like punishment to me who was doubting him.\n\nEven so, even if I suspect he doesn't have a sense of taste, poisonous food is still poisonous...\n\n\n"B-Bun-chan! Drink this! Its strawberry milk!"\n\n\nI totally forgot! Bun-chan didn't eat anything after that really salty cookie.\n\n\n"I'm sorry! I put in a lot of salt. I'm really sorry!"\n\n"Aah, now that you mention it, it was really salty, but..."\n\n\nNonono.\nI'm truly sorry for intentionally making it salty. *\n\n\n"Have something sweet to get the taste out!"\n\n"If you say so...I'll have some~!"\n\n\nNext thing I realized, my vision was obstructed and I could only manage a mental scream in my head.\n\nAt that moment, warmth spread over my lips. There was a slight taste of salty and sweet as both mixed together...\n\n\n"Yep, it's sweet. I like you the best after all."\n\n"B-B-B-B-B-Bun-chan?!"\n\nJust now!\nHe kissed me just now, didn't he?!\nBut there are people around!!\n\n\n"But, I'm not yet contented..."\n\n\nOur gazes were fixed on each other but, even so, I was panicking and couldn't say a thing. I thought about running away. Foolishly and almost immediately, I looked at Bun-chan's face which was nearing mine.\n\n\n"Itadakimaaasu~"\n\n"W-Wai--! ...nn"\n\n\n\nShortly after that, we started being called the Idiot Couple. It was no longer just a rumor.\n\n\n"Mou~ It's all Bun-chan's fault I can't eat my food in the classroom anymore!"\n\n"But thanks to that we can come up here to the rooftop. Isn't that great?"\n\n"But, but..."\n\n"I only showed off to let those guys in the classroom know you're mine."\n\n"Wha?! Could it be you planned that?"\n\n"Well, I wonder..."\n\n"Bun-chan!!"\n\n\n\nYour kindness, your concern, your love...they're all so sweet that there's no helping it.\n\nThat's why I won't let you go.\n\n\n"By the way, since we're here...can we kiss? There's nobody watching so it's alright, right??"\n\n\n"Wha?! Saying something like that, of course~!"\n\n\nWell, even though I seemed angry, the truth was that I couldn't help feeling happy about that.\n\n\n//I'll always look forward to spending time with you happily and sweetly like this everyday.//\n\n\nEND

What is your family name?\n<<textinput $surname>>\n[[Next|surname_get]]

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So your name is: <<$surname>> <<$nname>>.\n[[Confirm|start]]