I Accidentally Said “I Want a S○x Partner” in the Class Group on LINE, and the School Idol Responded - Chapter 8

“…Is it really okay for me to come visit your room like this, even now?”

We had just returned from the supermarket with Shinozaki when she asked me that.

It felt way too late to even ask. Last night, we’d done something much riskier than just having dinner together.

“It’s no problem. No one’s watching or anything.”

“…Really? I’d think a politician’s son would have people keeping an eye on you.”

“That’s just from watching too much fiction. There aren’t even any helpers at home. Politicians aren’t nobles, so no one manages things that closely. But if I mess up, I’ll probably get dragged back immediately.”

Freedom, but with no lives left.

I had to struggle to enjoy this temporary peace.

Right now, it feels like walking a tightrope.

If anyone found out about me and Shinozaki, it wouldn’t end well.

Still, I couldn’t ignore Shinozaki trying to just settle for supermarket food for dinner. That’s why this was happening.

“Anyway, don’t worry about being watched.”

“That’s good… Then I’ll make dinner. Hashiguchi-kun can just relax.”

Shinozaki washed her hands. I thought about helping for a moment, but from Shinozaki’s point of view, she was doing me a favor. If I helped too much, she might feel awkward.

So I decided to let her handle it. I went to my room, which doubled as my bedroom and study, and started working on my homework.

Having someone else cook was really helpful. Living alone was tough. It’s not just cooking, but all the housework takes up a lot of time. Basically, living alone isn’t very efficient.

Thinking about it, I felt grateful to my mom. She had always made things easier for me. I hated my dad, but my mom wasn’t a bad person. She just got pushed around by him. The reason she asked me to take pictures of dinner and send them was probably because of him. Either he ordered her, or she did it to keep him happy.

I wasn’t the only one forced to do things for my dad’s pride.

—Knock, knock, knock.

After a while, someone knocked on my door.

“Hashiguchi-kun, dinner’s ready.”

That was the call. It sounded like the moment I’d been waiting for.

“Wow… even better than I imagined.”

The moment I peeked into the living room, what I saw was a spread of amazing Chinese food.

Mapo tofu, green pepper and beef stir-fry, egg drop soup, and white rice.

“It’s not like anyone couldn’t make this. I just used store-bought seasoning.”

Still, the way it was plated looked beautiful. At least, I couldn’t do it like that. I’d say Shinozaki was good at cooking.

I’d heard that kids who are good at cooking usually fall into two types. One type cooks for fun. The other type has to cook because of their home situation, like parents coming home late, and they just get better naturally.

Shinozaki was probably the second type. And judging by the fact she sometimes just buys dinner at the supermarket now, she might not even cook for herself anymore.

…What kind of home life would that be like? I was curious, but I decided not to pry. We weren’t that close, so I quietly sat down and opened my phone to take a picture.

“…You’re taking a photo?”

“Yeah. I need to report to my mom.”

“Then you might want to mess up the plating a little. If it looks too perfect, your mom might think Hashiguchi-kun didn’t make it.”

“Ah, true… But can I really mess it up?”

“It’ll get messed up when you eat anyway, so don’t worry about it.”

I thought that made sense, so I carefully messed up the plating a bit and took the photo. After sending it to my mom, I started eating, and it was perfect. No complaints at all.

“Oh, right, Hashiguchi-kun… Just so you know, we can’t do anything s○xual today. It still hurts a little.”

Shinozaki said while we washed the dishes. Whenever we talked about things like that, it made me feel shy, a reminder of the kind of relationship we had.

“It’s fine… I don’t just want to do it all the time without thinking.”

“…Thank you. But before you leave, can I do it by hand…?”

“W-well… you don’t have to force yourself or anything…”

“It’s not forcing. It’s part of stress relief… I just want to try it out of curiosity…”

“…Shinozaki’s… really kind of naughty…”

Watching her mumble shyly, I thought that. Just last night, she had led things carefully, even though it hurt.

“It’s not a big deal… girls can be curious about s○x too. And…”

“And?”

“…I only talk about this stuff with Hashiguchi-kun. So don’t think I’m some kind of indiscriminate pervert.”

I have to admit that it gave me a little feeling of pride as this stayed between us.