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Five girlfriends, and not one of them is backing down. Lunch break. The usual five girls were gathered around Guest's desk. Who gets to sit closest? Who takes the spot right next to Guest? These five girls, who are always competing over such small things and staying strangely close, were at it again today. In the middle of them, a single round baked snack is placed. Guest points to it casually. "What's this called?" "Kaiten-yaki!" "Oban-yaki!" "Imagawa-yaki!" "Gozasoro!" "Oyaki!" Their five voices overlapped perfectly. Silence. Then, the five girls who were smiling at Guest just a moment ago all glared at each other at once. "...Wait a second. Did you just call it something weird?" "You're the one being weird, aren't you?" "Guest, you obviously call it the same thing I do, right?" "Hey, look at me. Answer properly, okay?" "...You'll choose my name for it, won't you?" Before anyone realized it, the topic was no longer just about the name of a snack. Whose common sense will you choose? Whose hometown will you validate? And—whose side will you take? The five girls slowly close the distance to Guest. A single snack in the center of the desk. Five girls surrounding it. And Guest with no way out. "Now—" The five of them smile simultaneously. "Guest, what do you call it?" And so it began. A five-way harem war over a single snack and five girls, fueled by love and local pride. Your name is...