A Story About a Blonde Gal Angel Who Excessively Praises My Cooking. After Asking Me to Teach Her How to Cook, Feelings of Mutual Love Began to Grow - Chapter 1-2

Chapter 1: The Gal Angel in the Same Class

I’m an introvert, and I should not be eating my lunch in the classroom.

By the time I realized this, it was already too late.

“Takeru Motobu-kun’s lunch looks so good!!”

It was the second day since I started high school.

And now, I found myself being approached by a gal who seemed to be at the top of the class hierarchy.

“Hey, hey, Motobu-kun, did you make this yourself?”

“Uh, yes…”

“Really?! That’s so cute!!”

Long blonde hair, flashy piercings, and makeup.

Her nails sparkled in a way that didn’t seem fitting for a student.

On only the second day, she already remembered the name of someone like me, who blends into the background. She’s got insane social skills.

Miu Amatsuka.

“Hey, hey, want to trade side dishes? This looks seriously delicious!”

“What’s up, Tenshi-chan?”

“Tenshi-chan’s taking lunch from a boy?”

“No, I’m not!! Just look, seriously!! Isn’t this cute?!”

A group of gals swarmed around my desk.

…This is scary. Am I really about to get my lunch taken?

I didn’t intend to make a lunch that would appeal to girls.

It’s not a character-themed bento, nor does it have animal motifs or anything like that.

It’s just a slightly more photogenic version of my usual cooking. Please don’t tell me not to post on Instagram just because I’m a nobody; I don’t even show my face, and it’s really just a hobby…

“Motobu-kun, are you good at cooking?”

“…It’s not so much that I’m good at it, I just have to do it.”

How long are they going to stay by my desk…?

People are starting to stare, and I feel uncomfortable.

Also, Amatsuka-san is way too cute.

I’m definitely going to become a target for bullying… I don’t like this.

“That’s amazing. I try to make my own lunches too, but they never turn out well. Even when I try to imitate the photos of my favorite Instagrammer, it’s really hard.”

“I-I see… is that so?”

Why are you taking out your lunch at my desk…

And why does it look like a disastrous scene inside the bento box…

“Takeru Motobu-sensei!”

Somehow, I’ve been dubbed “Sensei.”

I don’t have enough followers to be called Sensei…

“I want to make lunches like this too, what do you think?”

The picture Amatsuka-san showed me was one from my own Instagram.

…Apparently, I was her favorite Instagrammer.

“If… if you try hard, I’m sure…”

“Why can’t I do it, I wonder?”

Muttering to herself, Amatsuka-san started eating her own lunch.

The sound of crunching as she eats what looks like a fried egg… Is that really a fried egg?

Maybe she needs some stomach medicine…

“Motobu-kun, can I have some of your side dish?”

“Uh, sure… go ahead…”

Next time, I’ll find a spot where I can eat alone. Yeah, that’s a good idea.

“Mmm!! It’s so good!!”

Amatsuka-san placed her hand on her cheek, savoring the taste with a blissful expression.

Seeing that face made me almost fall for her.

Until now, no one but my family had eaten my cooking.

Yet here was Amatsuka-san, eating it and saying it was delicious.

“Takeru-sensei! Please teach me how to cook!!”

Amatsuka-san clasped her hands together, pleading with me.

“I want to be like this person!!”

Amatsuka-san is one of my followers.

I don’t know how this happened.

The person I only knew online is now standing before me, shining brightly, and admiring the food made by someone like me, an introverted nobody.

“…O-okay, I’ll do it.”

“Really?!”

“…You’re too close, Amatsuka-san…”

For someone like me, Amatsuka-san’s dazzling smile from such close proximity is overwhelming…

“Thank you, Sensei! I’ll do my best!!”

Amatsuka-san smiled while holding my hand.

Even though this situation is a hassle, when I remember her face as she ate my lunch, I start to think that maybe it’s not so bad.

“Sensei, can I have one more?”

“…Sure.”

“Yay!”

My peaceful high school life, which was supposed to have just begun, came to an end with Amatsuka-san’s smile.

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Chapter 2: My Younger Sister, the Chocomint Lover

“…Phew…”

I was staring at the name “Miu Amatsuka” added to my Line friends list, feeling confused by the strangeness of it.

Including my family and Amatsuka-san, that makes three people.

“Onii-chan~”

“…What’s up, Chika?”

“My special ice cream is gone!”

“Ice cream? Manoka-san ate it while she was drunk.”

“…………”

My sister Chika, who had entered my room without knocking, dropped to her knees in despair in her pajamas.

The sight of Chika, who usually embodies a loli character, was like that of an adult who had lost all hope in life.

“Ugh… Uuu… My… chocomint ice creaaaam…”

Chika pounded the floor of my room in frustration, on all fours.

“Just brush your teeth, it’s the same thing. Give it up.”

“Onii-chan! You can’t just brush this off like that! Not to a chocomint lover!”

I said something unnecessary because I didn’t really care. I had forgotten that Chika, who proudly calls herself a chocomint lover, would lecture me endlessly about the greatness of chocomint if I brought it up.

I ended up sitting in seiza while Chika lectured me for a long time about how amazing chocomint is as a dessert.

“Yes… Yes. I’m sorry, Chika-sama.”

“Good.”

As I apologized, I couldn’t help but think that an older brother who gets lectured by his first-year middle school sister has no dignity.

“So, Onii-chan, have you made any friends in high school?”

“…I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I got one more friend on Line.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“More of a student than a friend.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“…Yeah, I know.”

I explained the situation, and Chika nodded, saying “Hmm, hmm.”

“A gyaru from your class became your student? So, is she cute, this gyaru?”

“…Isn’t she? I’m not really sure what’s good or bad.”

“For someone who doesn’t trust people, she might be out of your league.”

“…It’s not about the level, it’s like we live in different worlds. I can’t even see her as the same species.”

“Well, you do live in a different world, Onii-chan, so the gap must be huge.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“…That’s where you’re supposed to deny it, Onii-chan…”

We’re complete opposites, me, the background character, and Amatsuka-san, the angelic popular girl. I don’t know how to interact with her, and honestly, I’d rather not.

I don’t even want to imagine what kind of situation I might find myself in at school from now on. If I mess up, I could get bullied, and even if I don’t mess up, there’s still a chance of that.

I have to make sure Amatsuka-san improves her cooking skills as quickly as possible.

“…And on top of that, I have to go to her house during the next holiday to teach her how to cook…”

“Onii-chan, don’t be weird and start sniffing around, okay?”

“…Could you stop treating your own brother like a pervert?”

I’ll probably be too nervous to even think about sniffing anything.

When I tried to avoid the situation by saying, “I don’t know what cooking utensils you have,” she quickly blocked my escape route by cheerfully saying, “Then come to my house next weekend and teach me!”

I’m scared of Amatsuka-san’s decisiveness in cutting off my escape routes.