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 9
Episode 9: Oh? How’s Silky doing?
“─You know, Meg always has that calm expression on her face, right!? Don’t you think that’s unfair?”
My body sways gently. The epicenter is the stalker right next to me, leaning against me.
The unstable beaded cushion is pressing against me as if it were rubbing against me, causing a tremor that could have been a major earthquake. I really wish she would stop.
“Even though Meg acts cool, she’s actually quite clumsy. Yet she thinks she’s got it all together. Natural airheads really have no self-awareness.”
What I really want her to stop doing is pressing her body against me so forcefully. As she talks, or rather mutters to herself, her tension seems to rise, and the initial shyness has escalated to the point where there’s almost no distance between us.
Her whole body feels soft, and there’s a sweet scent, but it’s seriously damaging my mental state… Honestly, it’s quite tough.
Also, I’ve been quietly perplexed since earlier, but who exactly is Meg? I don’t even know the identity of the person speaking to me, so I’m at a loss when this stalker’s friend-like acquaintance talks to me. …Well, not that I respond anyway.
“…Um, ah! That’s right! I want to ask about everyone else too!”
“……”
No, seriously, please talk about yourself before mentioning ‘everyone else’. You’re just someone of unknown identity.
At least introduce yourself. I know I can’t say it out loud, but in my mind, this person’s name is still ‘stalker’.
Even though it may seem like we have a distance similar to that of a foolish couple, and I’m sorry for comparing it to a commuting wife, the emotional distance between us seems to be endless.
Why not just speak in the first person? You know, there are those types of women out there. I’m not sure if they’re maturing or what, but they’ve been straying from their original character. At this point, I’d be okay with a clear character change. …Either way, I won’t engage with her.
“Um, uh, right! What about dinner? Should I make it? …I know Haruto is good at cooking, so I’m not too confident.”
“…..”
Hmm… I see. So it’s until eight o’clock, does that mean it’ll extend to dinner time?
It seems my first name and the fact that I can cook are known, but leaving that aside…
Ah, thanks to this, the ‘stalker’s true identity, a customer from the part-time job’ theory has resurfaced, but let’s just put it aside for now. There are more important issues at hand.
“……”
Now, what to do? If she insists on dinner until now, it’s difficult to continue ignoring her. It’s not like I can just leave the food untouched when it’s right in front of me…
I’m not particularly fond of cooking, but I do work in a restaurant, and I’m responsible for the kitchen as well. Because I’m paid to make it, I know the struggles involved in cooking.
It’s really unpleasant to see the food I’ve made being treated carelessly.
That’s why I don’t like to play with food. My policy is to eat properly. I’m not saying you shouldn’t leave anything. If you’re full or don’t like something, it can’t be helped.
However, it’s irritating when someone is engrossed in talking or posting on social media and neglects eating for a long time.
In other words, if food is served, I can’t continue to ignore it. If I’m asked for feedback, I’ll respond.
“……”
In that case, should I be the one to cook dinner? But what about the stalker’s portion? Making only for myself and ignoring her seems a bit…
Some might think it’s too late to reconsider after ignoring her so thoroughly. However, as I’ve mentioned repeatedly, there are lines I can’t cross when it comes to cooking.
It’s not that I care about my likability or impression. If I’m going to cook, I want to do it properly. Simply put, I don’t want the food to taste bad.
Should I make it only for myself? Leaving nothing for the other person? Wouldn’t that be hellish silence at the dining table? If she’s a stalker, she must be eagerly looking forward to my homemade dishes, and if it turns out that she refuses to eat what I serve her, that would be an interesting reaction.
I’m not the type to enjoy eating in front of someone who doesn’t appreciate it. There’s no pleasure in eating bad food for the sake of it. Playing with food is absolutely forbidden.
“… It’s time.”
In that case, continuing to ignore her might end today. It’s regrettable, but I can’t bend my policy for that.
Regarding ignoring her, I’ve been about eighty percent stubborn about it. If it’s just a matter of stubbornness and policy, policy should prevail.
At this point, let’s consider it an opportunity. It’s been just over two weeks since we started seeing each other almost every day, so it’s quite impressive.
I exhale softly. Of course, there’s still some awkwardness about facing this situation now. But even so, I’ve made my decision and intend to stick to it… Huh?
“Ugh… um, did you say something just now!?”
As I prepared to face her and put some force into my body, I suddenly felt a sense of discomfort and stopped moving. The softness pressing against me was insisting that something was definitely wrong.
“……”
…Doesn’t it seem like this stalker is shaking slightly?