It Seems Like A Girl I Don't Know Is Doing Housework At Home. But It Was Cute So I'll Keep An Eye On It - Chapter 10

Episode 10: Silky…

“…Um, well, I was lost in thought for a moment, so, uh, did you say something?”

Hmm. Indeed, something seems off with the stalker. She’s trembling slightly, or rather, she seems oddly unsettled.

Come to think of it, her behavior has been suspicious for a while now. I thought maybe she was feeling under the weather, but she hadn’t shown any signs of that before.

I suppose the stalker is supposed to be in good health. Sudden deterioration in health isn’t out of the question, but in that case, she wouldn’t be so leisurely in her response.

“……”

For now, I’ll put off confronting the stalker. I don’t want to complicate things in a situation where something seems off. Frankly, I don’t want to deal with someone who’s trembling for no apparent reason.

So, for the time being, I’ll shift to observation. I can’t directly confirm it, but I want to figure out the cause through her tone and actions.

“Um, you know? It’s such nice weather today.”

Leaving that aside, what’s up with her? She suddenly started talking like a socially awkward character from a manga… Where did her earlier confidence go? She was eagerly discussing someone I don’t even know.

Choosing to talk about acquaintances of acquaintances isn’t something a socially adept (or socially awkward) person would do. So, does that mean she’s feeling that pressured? Is she so overwhelmed that she’s resorting to talking about the weather?

“Ah, that’s right! If we’re going to eat dinner together… I need to check if we have the ingredients. We…ll what do we have!?”

As those words reach me, the weight on me lifts. It seems she’s headed to the refrigerator.

Checking for ingredients is indeed necessary. Although I’m the type to cook properly, I’ve got a stock of ingredients more than your average college student living alone would.

However, I still buy enough for one person, so there’s a possibility I might run out of ingredients.

…The issue is, her actions seem suspiciously calculated. It’s a necessary task, but there’s something unclear about her true intentions, like she’s trying to hide something.

“…Oh, looks like we might be running low on ingredients?”

“……”

The voice I heard sounds forced. No, it’s slightly trembling, so there’s clearly some intent behind it.

I sneak a sideways glance as she opens the fridge, trying not to make it obvious.

She’s bent over, checking the fridge. But still, her body is trembling. She’s even doing some sort of step movement.

Step by step, she treads on the floor, her body shaking. Is she singing some kind of tension-raising song in her mind?

“Hey, I’ll prepare it for you! Haruto-kun, would you like to go buy something at the supermarket?”

No, I won’t. Why on earth is an intruder like you giving me instructions about in my own home? Moreover, there must be some ulterior motive, trying to get me out of the house.

Sure, cooking properly is my policy, but this is different. Wait a minute, I just remembered, my ingredient stock wasn’t that depleted, was it? It’s definitely diminished, but with some improvisation, I could easily make enough for two people.

“……”

So, ignoring is the only option here. I tilt my focus towards my phone, shutting out the stalker’s presence.

“…Haruto-kun, pervert…”

Wait, hold on! Did an utterly unforgivable remark just come flying at me!?

“…!?”

My thought process kicks into high gear. Why do I have to endure such baseless slander? I search earnestly for the reason behind it.

No, seriously, I have no clue. I’ve been completely ignoring it. There’s no reason for me to be labeled a pervert when I haven’t even voluntarily interacted. Sure, I did touch the stalker’s body, but that was simply because she clung onto me, and I just let it happen.

“Ugh…”
“…?”

I hear a very dissatisfied groan. But honestly, I don’t know what’s bothering her.

If she’s dissatisfied, she should express it in words. Over these two weeks, I’ve come to realize just how much the stalker loves to talk. If she’s so keen on using her mouth like a speaker, she should tell me exactly why she’s calling me a pervert. …Though it’s probably just baseless accusations.

But seriously, what’s going on? Well, there must be a reason behind the stalker’s behavior, but even so, it’s not making sense.

Even listing all the odd behaviors of the stalker in my memory, there’s a distinctly tense atmosphere, her body trembling slightly, and she’s been doing some sort of mysterious step… Ah.

“…No, that’s not it…”

Wait a second. Does that mean…?

“…Eh, wait…”

Hey, hold on a minute. Does that mean she…?

“Ah, I-I can’t hold it in anymore…!!”

What is she doing, holding it in at someone else’s house like this?

“……”

Seriously, what’s with her? Was she acting suspicious because she was trying to hold it in this whole time? Is she just plain stupid? What’s she doing, challenging her limits in someone else’s house? What if it goes wrong, in various ways…?

“Because… if you hear the sound of peeing, it’s embarrassing…!!”

She lets out a sigh as if it just naturally escaped her, and then the stalker starts making excuses with a trembling voice.

Though she was trying to keep her composure for her mobile game, she seems to have realized it was a sigh directed at her. Indeed, it was.

“P-please, just go outside…!”

Instead of saying that, why don’t you just go to the bathroom quickly? You’ll get a bladder infection. Or worse, if the dam breaks, it’ll be beyond embarrassing…

“〜〜Okay, at least listen to music then!! You must, okay!?”

Perhaps she reached her limit, as she shouts this before dashing into the bathroom.

As I hear the hurried sounds of the door closing, I stare into space.

“…What should I do?”

Even if I’m told to listen to music, if I obey that and act accordingly, it won’t be ignoring anymore… Well, if it’s said that ignoring is over, then it’s true.

Honestly, I don’t want to deal with whatever this mysterious event leads to. It’s just too awkward in many ways.

So, the question becomes whether to ignore the instructions. But if I do that, I’ll be treated as a pervert who eagerly went to listen to the sound of the toilet…

“Either way, this is a dead end, isn’t it…?”

I hold my head, feeling like I can’t deal with this. Spare me from pointless ultimatums.

Or rather, isn’t this stalker worrying too much? Sure, it’s not the kind of sound anyone wants to hear, but it’s a universal physiological phenomenon.

At the very least, being labeled a pervert is unacceptable. I’m not the type to find arousal in such things.

I know that human fetishes vary widely, but at least I don’t have that kind of fetish.

So, while the stalker’s accusation is baseless, denying it at this point…

“……”

My head seriously hurts. Why do I have to worry about such stupid things?

As I furrow my brow in that manner, I hear the sound of rushing water. …Let me clarify, it’s the sound of a toilet flushing. It seems that particular sound finished while I was groaning.

And then, pitter-patter footsteps. For now, it seems this mentally unhealthy event has ended without incident, which is a relief.

“─Huh!? Heyy! I told you I was listening to music!!”

“……”

Correction. It seems it didn’t end without incident. Well, of course not. She was in the bathroom, so there’s no way she would know I was struggling with a headache and didn’t hear.

“Ugh, I’m leaving for today!! …Haruto-kun, you pervert.”

In the end, it seems I can’t escape from disgraceful accusations. …Well, at least the conversation about dinner disappeared, so I can continue to ignore that in the future, which is a relief.

“I can’t stand this unless I think that way…”

For now, since I’ve been called a pervert, I’ll vow not to treat the stalker better. I absolutely won’t treat her the same way she has treated me.