“Ugh, I’m stuffed.”

Near the end of lunch break.

My stomach was swollen from all the bento tributes I got from the girls in class, I was heading toward the restroom.

Even with the stomach of a male high schooler deep in his growth period, getting lunches from ten girls was enough to make me completely full.

Because they just kept offering food endlessly, I used going to the restroom as an excuse to cut the bento time short.

By the way, since Honey Academy is practically a girls’ school, there are barely any boys’ restrooms—there’s only one, right next to the staff room on the first floor.

It’s horribly inconvenient, but apparently it’s for security reasons, because the boys’ restroom is “targeted” in various ways, so it has to be placed where teachers can watch it.

The idea of a boys’ restroom being targeted makes absolutely no sense to someone like me who has memories from a past world.

And the Honey Academy game wasn’t 18+, after all. (Totally acting clueless)

Anyway, time to get this over with.

I unlocked the restroom with my student ID card and stepped inside.

“Hyah!? Ah—oh, it’s just you, Tomoki-kun.”

“Hey, Haruto. What’s with the cute scream?”

There was someone already in the boys’ restroom.

Realizing it was me, a fellow first-year boy, Haruto relaxed with relief.

“S-sorry, I made a weird sound. I thought it might be some upperclassman guy I didn’t know.”

“Ah, I get it. Still, this boys’ restroom is ridiculously big.”

Saying that, I sat down on the counter chair next to Haruto.

In this world, the boys’ restroom has a huge makeup counter area with chairs, a large mirror with lighting, lotion, face wash, oil blotting sheets and all sorts of amenities—it’s practically a full-on powder room.

In my original world, some facilities had powder rooms for women, but never for men.

Stuff like this really shows how valued boys are here.

“Yeah, it’s too spacious.”

“Seriously. You could probably eat lunch in here—this place is comfortable enough.”

“Haha! True.”

Since this area is separated from the part with the toilets, there’s no smell or anything.

You could enjoy the perfect toilet-lunch life here.

In a world with reversed chastity standards like this, even if I ended up eating lunch in the restroom, it’d still be safe.

“Ahh, but since I ate so much, my face is super oily. Gonna wash up.”

I basically ate only side dishes from the girls’ bentos.

Since they kept giving me fried chicken and other main dishes, everything ended up being oily.

Even Kuruwa’s octopus sausages were crisp from being pan-fried and tasted great.

“Ah… so Tomoki-kun also got a ton of bento food from the girls.”

Haruto said with a wry smile, holding his stomach.

“So you too, huh. You look like you eat small portions, it must've been tough.”

Haruto is petite, a total shota-type and doesn’t seem like the kind of character who can eat much.

“But since the girls worked so hard to make the lunches, I’d feel bad not eating them.”

Saying that, Haruto drank stomach medicine placed in the powder room.

What a dutiful kid.

“Lunch break’s gonna end soon, so I’m gonna go take a piss.”

“Eh?”

Talking with Haruto as fellow guys is fun, but because the boys’ restroom is so far away, I need to finish before afternoon classes begin.

“Are you done already? If not, want me to go with you?”

“Ah, no, um… I…”

Suddenly Haruto panicked for some reason. His face turned red.

“…It’s not like I’m gonna peek at your d*ck from next door.”

“D-D… I—I always use a stall!!”

With that, Haruto rushed into a stall and slammed the door shut.

I guess… in this world, peeing together is a no-go?

Well, the game didn’t include any scenes involving the boys’ restroom.

No one needs that level of realism.

Thinking that, I started peeing at one of the urinals.

“Haruto, are you done yet?”

After finishing, I called out toward the stall door.

“Why are you standing right in front of the door, Tomoki-kun!? I can’t go like this!!”

“I just thought it might be dangerous for you to walk from the boys’ restroom back to the classroom alone. I’ll go with you, so hurry up and finish.”

On the way here, some girls from other classes and years looked at me, but for Haruto, who has a shota-style appearance, it could be dangerous—like someone might try to snatch him.

“I said I’m fine! Ena-san and the other girls from class are coming to pick me up! Go ahead without me!”

“A-ah… alright.”

Haruto doesn’t usually raise his voice, so since he sounded so forceful, I decided to step away from the stall door.

What’s up with him?

Well, he probably needed to… you know… do number two.

I washed my hands in the ridiculously fancy powder room and stepped out of the boys’ restroom.

Then I saw several figures ahead.

“Ah…”

“Oh, Ena-san and the others. Good work.”

Outside the restroom, near the staff room, the Class 1 girls including Ena were waiting.

When they saw me, they all flinched a little.

“H-hello, Tachibana-san.”

“Haruto seems like he’ll take a bit longer.”

“I—I see.”

Guy solidarity.

No way I’m telling the girls he’s probably doing number two.

But if he is, then it really might be because of the bento portions.

“Ah, Ena-san.”

“Y-yes!? Is there still something?”

Hmm.

Maybe because of the trauma from stepping between Classes 1 and 2 the other day, Ena reacts extremely sensitively to me.

Well, considering she had to face someone totally different from Haruto—someone like me, I must have scared her. Better keep it simple.

“It’s about Haruto’s lunches. Starting tomorrow, make sure the portions are a little smaller. He looked like he was struggling in the restroom.”

“Ah… I suspected as much…”

She glanced worriedly toward the boys’ restroom.

“Yeah. He’s too kind, so he’d never say he’s full and leave food. And he’d hesitate to ask the girls to give him less. So I’m asking you to tell them subtly, okay?”

“I understand.”

“That’s all. See you.”

I walked past Ena back toward the classroom.

“…So he’s not patting my head today…”

I felt like I heard Ena say something faintly behind me, but it was too far away for me to hear it clearly.