Chapter 1
The red Keronian paced back and forth in front of his tent, indecisive. Should I tell her? Should I not? My duty as a soldier is to concentrate on the invasion. But if I am a true soldier, I shouldn't be afraid of saying three little words! He sat down on the concrete block he used as a chair, and picked up one of his guns. As the red alien frog began to polish it, the object of his indecision appeared in his mind: A girl with reddish-pink hair, brown eyes, and a temper that was as dangerous as any of the red frog's grenades, yet he thought of it as spirit and bravery. Natsumi, he sighed mentally. He thought of Hinata Natsumi, the female Pekopon warrior, and how they had met. She had punched him out a window. Yet her anger had given him a different reaction. The reaction of l-... no, it was impossible for him to even think of that word. He never thought he would feel anything more than friendship towards anyone, let alone a human.
Besides, it's not like she likes me back. Natsumi has eyes for Saburo, he thought. Just then, the red soldier saw one of his comrades, Private Tamama, pulling a girl with short blue hair and deep blue eyes along into the backyard. "Come on, Momo-chi," the indigo frog insisted. "You're not backing out this time!" The girl looked quite annoyed, and dug her heels into the soil. "Giroro-san, help me out here!" Tamama called.
Giroro swung his head. "What are you doing to Momoka?" he muttered. Then he saw exactly where she was being pulled, and he groaned. Fuyuki, Momoka's crush. Would this like-like thing never end?
(Nope.)
"Shut up!" Giroro muttered at the narrator.
(Sorry.)
He let out another groan as Momoka- who had apparently gotten over her shyness- let out a loud "Fuyuki-kun!", and Giroro mentally punched himself. If Momoka can confess, you can too, part of him was saying, while his other half pointed out, But Fuyuki doesn't like someone else.
Well, there was a chance that Momoka confessing would make Fuyuki- and in turn, Natsumi- happy, so Giroro went inside to watch.