My Beautiful Childhood Friend Is Working in a Maid Cafe For Some Reason - Chapter 110

I don’t know what kind of romantic kiss Yukina wants.

What even is “romantic”?

Is it when you propose? When will you get married? Or maybe when you’re backed by a beautiful night view?

It’s something that differs based on how other people interpret it.

So, I have no idea what Yukina thinks of this.

She might think it was a clumsy, awkward, and not-at-all-good first kiss.

She might think I’m a guy with no restraint, kissing her whenever I feel like it, even though I avoided her when she tried before.

Still, I did it.

I couldn’t stand to see her hiding her true feelings and looking so distressed anymore.

Maybe it was just a brief moment, less than a second. Even so, it felt like time had stopped.

When I gently pulled away, I felt all the strength leave my body in a rush.

I did it…I did it…I really did it!

Regret immediately hit me—why couldn’t I hold back?

But since I’d done it unconsciously, there wasn’t much I could do about it.

And what’s worse…I ended up doing exactly what my mom told me. She’d always say, “Kisses and stuff like that should come after you’re dating!” Who was the one making such bold claims? Oh yeah, that was me.

Wait, is Yukina angry? Does she hate me now? Does she think I’m gross?

The more I thought about it, the more these thoughts filled my head.

I glanced at Yukina. She was frozen in place, like she’d turned to stone.

“Yukina…?”

I called out, but she didn’t respond.

The silence was terrifying.

I had no idea what she was thinking…I couldn’t predict it at all.

As I was starting to panic, she suddenly slumped backward, as if a string had snapped.

“Yukina!”

I quickly wrapped my arms around her back and caught her just in time to stop her from falling.

“Hah, thank goodness…”

As I sighed in relief, I noticed something odd.

Yukina had her eyes squeezed shut, her head tilted back as far as she could.

It was almost as if she was trying to escape from me.

But because of the closeness between us, it seemed like a futile attempt. Not that I intended to let her go anyway.

“Um, Yukina, are you mad?”

If she was, I’d apologize.

And I’d confess again.

But Yukina just shook her head slightly.

“Yukina, do you think you can talk?”

“…No.”

“I see. Well, just listen then. I love everything about you, Yukina. That’s why I love you.”

If she’s bad at cooking, she can practice. No matter how many times she messes up, I’ll eat whatever she makes. And if she still can’t get better, I’ll just keep cooking for her like I have been.

As for her small chest, she doesn’t need to worry about it. There’s a saying that breasts are just fat. And honestly, when I see Yukina worrying about her size, I find it cute and endearing.

Sure, the whole secret photos and recordings thing did throw me off for a second, but I’ve decided to stop caring about that. I know Yukina can be a little too intense, and I’ve taken the time to accept that.

The point is, I love everything—everything—about Yukina.

“Will you go out with me?”

Finally, Yukina turned to face me and opened her eyes. She had tears welling up at the corners, but she gave me a small nod.

“Thank you.”

I wiped away her tears with my fingers and smiled at her, and she smiled back, just a little.

Now that I think about it, we just made a very embarrassing scene in front of a bunch of people, and I’m seriously regretting it.

Well, I don’t regret it, exactly—after all, Yukina and I finally moved past being just childhood friends and became something more—but couldn’t there have been a better setting or atmosphere for this?

This wasn’t some drama; it was just our ordinary lives happening in front of a crowd. Luckily, most people were focused on the fireworks, so we didn’t get much attention. If anyone had seen us kissing, I would have died from embarrassment.

“Yukina. Let’s go back—”

Just as I was saying that, I froze.

Should we even go back?

What face am I supposed to make when I see Tadokoro? What expression will she have?

She said it was a joke, but I knew that wasn’t true.

And I rejected her. Then, right after, I ended up dating another girl. How could I ever face her?

Just then, my phone buzzed with a notification. It was a message from Akiba.

“Let’s call it a day. I’ll take care of Tadokoro.”

Maybe Akiba had overheard everything.

Maybe that’s why he was being considerate.