Delivery Boy and Masked Girl - A delivery boy discovers the secret of a beautiful gal at his delivery destination. - Chapter 15.1: Scolding and chattering.
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- Chapter 15.1: Scolding and chattering.
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Scolding and chattering.
“Mouu! Why were you reading that in the classroom!”
The first thing Shizuki said to me after I delivered the pasta she ordered from Eats and Eats.
“What?”
“The manga! Wasn’t that so awkward and embarrassing!”
Shizuki puffed out her cheeks in a sober style that she seemed to have gotten used to being sober in front of me.
Behind her long bangs, both her large eyes were narrowed.
But still, I knew why she said that.
“I don’t know why but why are you feeling so uncomfortable, Shizuki? It’s not like they’re going to find out about our connection.”
“That’s not the point! I was embarrassed to see it because I was also paying attention to strange things around me!”
“Shizuki is very sensitive.”
“It’s just that Hasumi-kun is dull! Please pay a little attention to your surroundings.”
Shizuki placed her hands on her hips and said in a tone that somehow sounded like she was scolding a child.
Like piercings, manga are not prohibited as long as they are carried in moderation, so I don’t see the problem.
“Yuka-chan and Mariko-chan were staring at you like crazy, weren’t they?”
“I don’t really mind it at all.”
“…Huhh. God, Hasumi-kun you’re…”
Then, Shizuki shook her head in dismay.
I’m reluctant to do anything about it, but the fact was that I borrowed the manga from Shizuki.
Maybe I should refrain from reading them at school next time.
“…But still… to be reading this even during the afternoon break, doesn’t this concern you so very much?”
“Yes. But It’s really interesting.”
When I replied, Shizuki instantly looked not too happy about it.
It seemed to be Shizuki’s top recommendation, so maybe she felt like she had earned it.
“You were reading volume 15 today, right?”
“Yeah. But I made it to 18 when I got home.”
“Oh. Isn’t that right where the winter tournament starts?”
“Yes, yes. I like the tennis part too, so I’m really looking forward to reading it.”
“I learned the rules of tennis from that manga. Before that, I thought it was just hitting balls at each other.”
“It makes you want to play tennis, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, yes. You are totally correct.”
Shizuki looked very happy.
Holding the bag of pasta in her hand, she was still giggling with a somewhat different expression than at school.
By the way, I forgot to report the delivery completion.
I had gotten caught up in the conversation without realizing it.
“Oh. I’m sorry, I took a lot of your time…”
“No, it’s okay. I’m the one who got carried away.”
“You always talk while standing… Hasumi-kun, you must be tired from the delivery work…”
As usual, she is a person who cares about details.
But I’m honestly happy that she cares for me like this.
Well, I guess that’s why Shizuki is such a great character.
“I’m sorry, I’m the one who’s wrong. Next time, I’ll just return back as soon as possible.”
“Eh… y-yes. I guess…”
Shizuki looked strangely disappointed and sullen.
It seemed she really wanted to talk about manga.
She doesn’t seem to have any friends with the same interests, so maybe that’s why.
“Well, if it’s okay with Shizuki, we can talk for a while.”
“Are you sure?! Ahh… uhm…”
Shizuki’s cheeks were slightly red and her eyes were swimming as if she was in a hurry.
I know that you like that manga, so you don’t have to get so flustered.
“…Oh, by the way…”
Suddenly, I remembered the time I took care of Shizuki.
The package that I wrote my contact information on.
I wonder what happened to it.
“….What’s wrong?”
“…..”
….Well, whatever.
It seems like she didn’t need any help after all, and probably just threw it away.
“No, it’s nothing.”
“Ehhh? …R-Really?”
“Yeah. See you later.”
I said and turned my back towards Shizuki, being careful not to hit the delivery bag I was carrying.
“Hasumi-kun….”
“Hmm?”
“…See you later, please.”
“….Yeah. See ya.”
We’ll meet again, at school and again, here.
I wondered what Shizuki meant by that.
I pedaled my bike, thinking about it absentmindedly.
The cool air against my flushed face felt good.
Before I knew it, November was almost over.