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 41-42

Chapter 41: Going to Kurose-san’s House (1)

“…”

I was trembling.

Facing Kurose-san’s house, where a stalker lives, I was frozen in fear.

There’s a strong possibility that I’m overthinking this. But, considering that I’ve already been nearly killed once, there’s a chance that once I enter this house, I might never see daylight again.

Anything could happen from here on out.

“…Well, it’ll be fine, right?”

Kurose-san lives in a Leopalace, and the surveillance camera is still recording me standing in front of her house. Even if something happens, at least there’ll be evidence that I came here.

“Here we go…”

With a trembling hand, I pressed the intercom. I’ve already finished shopping, so I’ll quickly cook and leave. That’s the safest plan.

“Good evening, Motobu-san♡”

“…”

I reflexively shut the door.

“Wait! Motobu-san?!”

Why is she wearing nothing but an apron…?

A-And that cleavage…

She’s definitely at least an E-cup. I mean, I don’t know much about breast sizes, but still. This must be what they call the abyss…

Here I was, worrying about getting killed or kidnapped, and now I feel like an idiot. I’m just so embarrassed about everything now. I almost wish I could die.

“…Kurose-san, could you please put some clothes on? Otherwise, I’m going home.”

“I heard it’s proper etiquette to greet someone you like while wearing nothing but an apron.”

“I don’t know about that etiquette! Where did you even hear something like that?!”

Who the heck told her that…

My fear vanished, and I ended up just making a normal retort.

“But I don’t mind if it’s you, Motobu-san!”

“No, I mind!”

I’d definitely end up cutting my fingers while cooking because of this.

“Anyway, please put some clothes on. Otherwise, I’m leaving.”

My demand isn’t wrong. Even if the other person is a nudist, it’s still public indecency if someone else is around. Yes, I’m not wrong. I need to make the right decision before I make a mistake…

“Please, come in…”

Kurose-san, now wearing clothes, opened the door with a dejected look. For some reason, she’s in a school uniform, but it’s way better than being naked.

“Please put your bags here.”

“Oh, okay.”

As I entered the living room, I felt a chill run down my spine. Since it’s a Leopalace, there’s almost nothing except the built-in furniture. Not even a futon. There’s no sense of living here at all. Aside from a few uniforms hanging around, there’s literally nothing else.

Well, to be precise, there are some essential items. But nothing unnecessary. Even the TV isn’t plugged in.

If someone told me she had just moved in yesterday, I might believe it. But Kurose-san should have been living here for at least a month.

I felt like I glimpsed a part of Kurose-san’s warped reality.

“Is something wrong, Motobu-san?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

I now understand why she’s wearing a school uniform. It’s not just that she put it on; she has nothing else to wear.

“Shall we start cooking then?”

“Yes, I’m looking forward to it.”

Kurose-san smiled happily. She can smile so normally, so why does this house feel so cold? Why is there no sense of life here?

“Finally, I get to eat something cooked by you, Motobu-san!”

“Just how much were you looking forward to this?”

I’ve given her bento boxes before, but freshly cooked food is always the best. There’s not much I can do. I can’t solve whatever problems Kurose-san might be facing. It’s not like a drama where everything is solved with a meal.

Even so, if I can cook for someone, even just a little, maybe that’s enough.

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Chapter 42: Going to Kurose-san’s House (2)

When it comes to a Leopalace, there’s a certain issue. It’s a one-room apartment, perfectly furnished for someone living alone, with excellent infrastructure and internet access.

However, for a full-time househusband, the biggest problem is the kitchen.

“This kitchen is pretty cramped.”

“I’m sorry…”

“No, it’s not something you need to apologize for, Kurose-san.”

Kurose-san, who usually has a composed demeanor at school and even serves as the vice president of the student council, often ends up crying when she’s with me.

Her emotional instability is alarming. And then there was that naked apron earlier. She’s not the typical unstable or yandere type you see in dramas or anime.

“Since we’re here, would you like to help with the cooking?”

“Yes!”

Smiling happily, Kurose-san went back to the living room to grab an apron.

A towel blanket was laid over the washing machine right next to the kitchen, and on top of that, a cutting board. Since there’s minimal storage space, the cooking utensils we bought are also kept to a minimum.

“Kurose-san, you’re surprisingly good at cutting ingredients.”

“Hehe, really? Thank you. I love you, Motobu-san♡”

“…O-Oh…”

What’s going on here? This should just be a simple conversation, but she threw the ball back at me with a cute little ribbon on it…

What am I supposed to do in this situation? I’ve already turned her down once, so how am I supposed to respond? She casually expressed her feelings like it was nothing, but should I be turning her down properly again?

All I can picture is her coming at me with a knife in a few seconds…

Is it possible to not feel any excitement after being confessed to by a beautiful girl? I feel more nervous about whether I’ll live or die than anything else. This isn’t like those heart-pounding high school days, right?

“Motobu-san, I’ve finished cutting the vegetables.”

“Thank you.”

We stood side by side in the cramped kitchen, cooking together. These days, it feels like I’m cooking with different girls all the time.

“Okay, all that’s left is to let it simmer, and we’re done.”

“This waiting time feels like torture… I’m so hungry it hurts.”

“It’s almost ready.”

“I’ll hold out.”

Right now, Kurose-san seems like a little girl in her demeanor. She’s not like she is at school, nor is she like the person who almost killed me with a knife.

Of course, people have many sides to them. So, it’s not surprising to see different faces. But usually, it takes different observers to reveal those different facets of a person.

“Let’s taste it to see how it’s coming along.”

“…Staaaare…”

“Would you like to taste it too, Kurose-san?”

“Yes!”

One theory is that Kurose-san might have multiple personalities. But I’ve heard that with multiple personalities, the alter egos don’t share memories to protect the main personality.

In my conversations with Kurose-san, her memories have always been consistent.

“It’s delicious, Motobu-san.”

Kurose-san smiled while holding a small dish. What is she thinking as she smiles at me, the one who rejected her confession?

“Well, it’s ready, so shall we eat?”

“Yes! You’ll eat with me too, right, Motobu-san?”

“It’s fine today.”

I’ll be alone when I go home tonight. I’m not in the mood to cook just for myself anymore. In fact, when I’m alone, I either eat something simple or don’t eat at all.

“Let’s eat.”

“Let’s eat.”

With her eyes sparkling, Kurose-san took a bite of the food. She chewed happily, smiling. And then, she cried. Why is she crying after eating my cooking?

“It’s so delicious… It’s really delicious…”

“…Is that so?”

“I feel like… I’m becoming human again.”

I didn’t understand what she meant by that at all. Kurose-san continued to eat, letting the tears roll down her cheeks without wiping them away.