I groaned, slumping in my seat. Four plates were stacked in front of me, empty, the food in my stomach. But... "My stomach! It's revolting!" I complained, shifting again. Shibazaki sighed. She still had plenty of food on her plate. She has a small stomach...
"It's no wonder, Iku!" she said. "You ate an entire cow!"
"Shibazaki..." Dojo asked from the other table when he saw my withering figure, hunched in my seat. "...is she dying?" His brow twitched. He'd like to see me die...jerk!
"Oh, hello Dojo," she cooed, a smile instantly on her face. "Oh, and about Iku...she just ate too much." I groaned again, as if to emphasize her words. Shibazaki shrugged. "That's our Iku for you."
"Er..." one woman said at one of the other tables. "I can't eat this. It's too sweet. Who would—" I jumped out of my seat.
"I would!" I grabbed the food and sat back down. Taking a bite out of it, I managed a smile, then a grimace.
"Kasahara! What about your stomach?" Dojo asked.
I grinned. "It's worth it. Totally worth it."
THE NEXT DAY
"Where is she?" Dojo yelled at Shibazaki. "She's not at the library."
Shibazaki gave a small, suggestive smile, then said, "She won't get out of bed. Whenever she gets up, she collapses. Looks like all that food made her sick."
THE END
