Even as I was thinking, the scenes rapidly shifted from one to the next.

Me, acting suspiciously as Toriko handed me a fat wad of cash.

Me, trying so hard to finish the excessive amounts of food Toriko ordered.

Me, with my arm around Toriko as I fired the shotgun resting on the balcony railing.

Me, on top of a military vehicle, looking ahead of us, a tense look on my face.

Me, in a swimsuit, not quite willing to look Toriko in the eye.

Me, sitting across from her in a yakitori place, looking to the side sullenly.

Me, lying on the floor, blanching with pain, but still seriously looking at the woodwork mosaic.

Me, looking blankly at Toriko on the roof as we waited for the elevator.

Me, sitting next to her on the train, playing with my slightly longer hair.

Me, bound to a chair, looking up at Toriko in disbelief.

Me, clinging to Toriko, my face a mess of tears as I babbled something.

Me, in the changing room at the hot springs, looking tense as I took off my clothes.

Me, in a dark hotel room, rinsing out my mouth in front of a sink with no running water, looking exhausted.

Me, opening the box containing the folding knife, my eyes widening with surprise.

The scenes played out without sound or smell, only vision, but there was one thing, like it or not, that came across clearly.

Wow. Toriko Nishina really loves me... No, I knew that. I already knew that. She’d told me as much herself, so it was a bit late to be saying this, but... Geez, you know... She really does.

Toriko loves me. In Toriko’s eyes, I looked like I was adorable, strong, reliable, smart, like someone she just couldn’t leave alone... I was way more attractive than I ever would have thought myself.