Yukimura, who just entered junior high school, laments every day how awesome the new friends he has met are. Each of them is my little roundworm, but they look at me a little weird.
Yukimura was wearing a sweatband, and a friend immediately handed him a tennis racket;
Yukimura glanced at the little iris on the road, and there will be an extra potted plant on the desk tomorrow; Yukimura perfected the sense of annihilation, why does my little friend look at me like my little cub has grown up again~~Ah, what should I do if the team member is too considerate?