Chapter 1: Tooko-senpai Is a Gourmet

melting on your tongue. That feeling of nippiness intertwining with surreality- it cleanses my

looked through Paul Gallico‟s short stories anthology.

at the west side corner of the third building.

being poured with honey.

corners of the room. In the middle there was an old beech table, plus two iron bookshelves and a

every corner. If an earthquake strikes, the towers of books would definitely collapse. It seems

Sitting in this narrow room, filled with the musty odor of old books and mildew, was Tookosenpai.

panties. Moreover, every time she shifted her positions, one could get a glimpse. Her posture is

Senpai put her pale face on her bent kneecaps and, with her arms wrapped around her legs, she

Her black bangs were reclined on her white forehead. Her long braids were hanging from her

seemed as if they were glimmering.

But…

She held the piece in her mouth and, like a goat munching on grass, she started chewing.

many times I witness it.) 

Her throat gave a bit of a gulping sound as she swallowed the paper. After she was done with

expression changed into an expression of bliss. The corner of her eyes fell and her face gave a

“Gallico‟s stories always taste so good~~~~~Ahh, Gallico! He was born in New York. The

Harris‟ are deservingly famous. However I think his best work is „The Snow Goose‟! The artist,

injured white goose when she met Rhayader –their hearts communicate with such silent grieve!

an innocent love! Did you know? Konoha, not everything can be expressed through noisy

Only by resisting the temptation to speak can one admire the beauty of lamentation! I cry every

chilled Gelatin dessert can heal one‟s mental scars. That throat soothing sensation, absolutely

translation edition!”

prepared myself to write a three topic short story. Today‟s topics were “First Love”, “Strawberry

As I lowered my head and started writing, I calmly retorted Senpai with comebacks.

you don‟t know what chilled jelly tastes like; how can you do analogies with it?”

“Of course I can. I can use my imagination to compensate for this fault. Ahhhh! The taste of

I only want to swallow all the stories and words in this world into my stomach. I am just a

“I don‟t think a normal high school girl would just tear books apart and then swallow the pieces

never heard of a high school student as weird as Tooko-senpai.”

shouted-

unthoughtful! I am hurt. Konoha, despite you having such a gentle face that suggests you may

say such mean things to your Senpai.”

instantly. She sprang from her chair with a loud thud and, with a merry expression on her face,

“Ah well. My forgiveness is as encompassing as the Andromeda galaxy. I won‟t pay much

She really is a very straightforward person, so much so that when she asks for snacks, even her

throat at this moment.

monster who likes to eat stories. She sees book pages and words on papers as bread and water,

One year ago, this French braid bungaku shoujo dragged me into the Literature Club. From then

something, come on….” I would then proceed to scribble some poems or stories.

only members. We couldn‟t get any 1st year student to join. A few days ago, she finally lost her

president, I will entrust these to you!”

hand out the brochures. Even then, no new students joined.

I already decided to quit writing, why would I join the Literature Club? Writing should have

The reason for this is that writing snacks for this monstrous senpai is no longer a tedious task- it

pocket and shoved it to my face.

write something that is super sweet! Gallico‟s stories are known for their inner calmness and are

are beautiful in themselves, but a romance story must be coupled with a happy ending. Don‟t 

choking to death by eating strawberry daifuku, or anything similar in tone!”

I decided to change the plot.

into each other in front of the parliament building. The girl will then be killed by a box of

Tooko-senpai put her chin on her hands and, with her elbows supporting the weight of her head,

She looked as if she were a well-mannered lady; when she was waiting for her food or snacks,

anticipation.

compositions, the reader will taste the sweetness of ripened fruit. On the other hand, the writings

compositions- it is as if you use your hands to lade water from a clean creek and sip the crystal

enjoying some just-harvested tomatoes or yellow pickles! Even though sometimes the fruits taste

My compositions are tomatoes and yellow pickles…?

Of course, I would never mention that incident ever again in my life.

Tooko-senpai started cheering for me. She slightly tilted her neck and, with her eyes looking

Senpai, you are too naïve. I won‟t let things go as you wish.

“Excuse me! Waaaah!”

A girl was on the ground. Her school uniform skirt is flipped inside out; her teddy bear panties

Just as I realized that this person was wearing the same style of panties as my primary school

When she tried to outstretch her arms to balance herself, however, she managed to knock over

“Ahhhhg!”

“Muaaa….Aaah….nose….my nose….”

to her.

Senpai hastily straightened the girl‟s skirt; unfortunately I already saw what she prohibited me to

teddy bear panties.

Tooko-senpai gently took the girl by her arms, and tried help her up. The girl, seemingly

blush furiously.

there is nothing for me to trip over. I'm used to this. Don‟t worry about me.”

“Sorry. I am Chia Takeda from 1st year 2nd class. I came here today to get your help on

petite. All in all she looked like a mini Lion Dog or a Bichon Frisé puppy.

hand out actually had an effect? If this was the case, fantastic. The more students that join the

Just as I'm starting to salivate at this prospect, Takeda-san put her hands tightly together, and

“Please help me with my love relationship!”

“But we are the Literature Club?”

“Yes! I saw the mailbox!”

I lost what she was saying.

On the mailbox it says „We will help you with your love life. If you need assistance, write to us!

when I saw the mailbox. This must be a gift sent by God. I could hardly wait, so I just ran

I became startled, and then I realized what was going on.

Only Tooko-senpai would do something like that.

“Hm, you came at the right time. I am the president, Tooko Amano. Leave everything to us!”

“Wait a second. You said „us.' Did you count „me‟ in as well?”

consultants-”

“You're kidding me right?!- Oh my god!”

Tooko-senpai reached over and covered my mouth with her hand, and then, with a sober

“On the day Takeda-san‟s becomes successful, I want you to record down in detail everything

“What? Write a report? I dread writing essays.”

When a normal person tries their best to convert their emotions into words, it is even more

report as a checklist or write trivial things; Write the report in essay format. Also, don‟t use a

Tooko-senpai, with her slender fingers, grabbed Takeda-san‟s pinky finger. Then, Senpai

This was your real intention wasn‟t it, Tooko-senpai.

she placed that love consulting mailbox- to squeeze some love stories out of the clients.

off; Tooko-senpai, however, would definitely try to turn the idea into reality. One could say this

So, someone must care for this literature girl.

were no one to look out for her, she would do something drastic. She might even drag innocent

“OK, Takeda will try her best to write many reports.”

sight of the mailbox, run to this strange Literature Club, right?) Her eyes were dazzled with

chosen Senpai as her dear older sister[Translation: think Maria sama ga Miteru].

“No problem, we provide the best service. We, as members of the Literature Club, are experts in

compositions. With our expertise in writings, Takeda-san, we will write the best love letters you

“What?!” 

I've ignored them up to this point. But I still got a bit of a shock when she declared:

to melt your secret lover‟s heart.”

letter!”

and brush off whatever objections I had! The only thing I could do was abide by her orders

“'To date, he has created hundreds of love letters. He is the romance story specialist, Konoha!‟

He effortlessly blew away all the competitors and got the number one position in the Contest!”

has even heard of such a lame contest.

I told you I am not a writer!... No, I mean, I was a writer at one point… A bestselling writer, in

snacks. How can I help others write their love letters?

“Konoha-senpai, thank you for your aid!”

In the end, I have to play the part of a female student, trying to write a love letter to her secret

End NoteAfter

composition. As she eats, I noticed, she looked as if she were about to cry-

head. No! I won‟t accept it! This tastes odd! It‟s like having red bean paste [dessert, extremely
sweet] floating in my miso soup[very salty]!. Ughh, I want to hurl. This tastes so bad~~~~~~”