My Fiancée is a Cool-Headed, Peerless Angel - Chapter 51
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Chapter 51: School Cafeteria On The Day After Valentine’s Day
TL: lime
ED: Spynine01
The day after Valentine’s Day.
I walked into the classroom, which still seemed to be filled with the lingering atmosphere of yesterday.
Usually, I would enter the classroom while shrugging like a loser, but this year, I was able to enter with a sense of superiority because I had finally received one.
It was lunchtime.
Touma, who had noticed that the day after Valentine’s Day was different from usual, asked me in the cafeteria with a slightly dumbfounded look on his face.
“Did you get one?”
Touma, with a bored look, asked me while eating the soba noodles in the cafeteria, I could see his glasses had fogged up again today.
To that I said, “Well…” and slurped up some udon from my bowl.
“It’s written all over your face, you know? You got one.”
When he said that, I unconsciously brought my hand to my cheek.
“Ha-ha-ha. You got me.”
“Something… is annoying about you today…”
“Say what you want, but I’m more like a Buddha now. I’m in hyper-buddha mode.”
“I didn’t know that a singular piece of chocolate could do that to someone… You’re either very simple or just really straightforward…”
“You have no idea, do you? You get them every year after all. But unlike you, who is quantity over quality, mine is quality rather than quantity. The blow is completely different.”
“It’s a pain in the ass though…”
Then Touma sipped his soba noodles, not caring about his fogged glasses a single bit.
“You got many from a lot of girls, right?”
When I asked him that, Touma made a bitter face for a moment, then adjusted his glasses and replied brusquely, “Well…”.
“How many did you get this year?”
“Ah… Three, I think…”
“Hoho.”
One of them was from Shijo, and as I was wondering who gave him the other two, Touma, who had drunk all the soup, said to me while wiping his glasses.
“If you’ve got one, you have to think about what to give back on ‘white day’.”
“White… Day…”
I’ve heard of it before.
It’s the only event that occurs for brave men and women who have received a Valentine’s Day gift.
If you don’t, you won’t get any chocolates the following Valentine’s Day.
“It’s time for me to finally be able to give something back…”
“You look so happy… It’s just a lot of trouble for me, you know?”
“Asshole. That’s no trouble at all.”
“Do you have a plan? To give something to the cool-headed angel.”
“No.”
“――Umu…”
Touma adjusted his glasses quickly and asked.
“What does she like?”
I also drank my udon soup and sat back in my chair, “Well,” I said, mildly confused.
“She’s been reading with her headphones on at home.”
“Home?”
“Ah…”
Oh no… I let my guard down and said it.
“――Ah… That’s what I heard from her.”
“Fumu….”
I managed to keep my cool as Touma looked at me suspiciously.
“Do you exchange a lot of messages together?”
“Messages?”
“No, it’s just that she’s your fiancée, so what does it feel like exchanging messages with each other? ――And … Look, if you’re a lover, you exchange messages almost every day, and if it’s a one-sided love crush, you do the calculations for――I heard of that before, so I was wondering what it would be like with a fiancée instead.”
“A-Ah.”
I was relieved that the topic was somehow diverted and I answered back quickly.
“Well, we don’t do it that often, do we?”
“Why the question mark?”
“N-No, you can’t compare yourself to others. I don’t know anyone around here who has a fiancée.”
“That’s true too.”
Touma laughs lightly and asks the next question.
“――So? How’s that working out for you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your fiancée. Do you like her?”
My heart started to beat a little faster when he asked me that.
“W-Why?”
“The only thing I heard from you was that your parents decided it on their own… You didn’t tell me how you felt about her at all.”
“W-What’s wrong with you? Suddenly talking like it’s a love story…”
If I don’t answer the question and reply, he’ll ask me, “I wish you’d answer the question,” while adjusting his glasses.
“You look very happy to receive chocolates and it’s no trouble to give it back either. ――In the first place, how can you not be aware of her, when you’re married to such a beautiful girl?”
“Eh… No…”
Scratching my head, I was troubled by the suddenness of the situation, “What about it?” He asked forcefully.
When this happens, Touma won’t let me go until I answer, so I lightly thought about Shiori for a while.
I’m slowly getting to know the girl who has been expressionless all this time, and little by little she’s showing me various expressions that I didn’t know she even had in the first place.
When I come home, she cooks dinner for me and does other household chores for me too.
She has spent birthdays, Christmas and New Year’s with me, and was the first person to ever give me any chocolate on――.
“I’m sorry, Kojiro. Looks like I’ve troubled you quite a bit…”
As I was thinking about it, Touma apologized to me, and I was relieved that I didn’t seem to be obliged to answer him.
“Did something happen?”
When I asked him that, Touma looked a little surprised, so I smiled and told him.
“Because it was unthinkable in middle school for you to be talking about love.”
Could it be that something happened with Shijo? I expected to hear something along those lines, but Touma looked a little sad.
“I’m sorry… Now is… it’s nothing…”
He answered in a small voice, shaking his head sideways.
“Yeah. I see. ――Let’s get going. It’s no use staying around when we’ve already eaten.”
“Aren’t you going to ask?”
“Let me know about it when you feel like talking.”
When I said that, he said, “Thank you.”
“I’ll listen to Kojiro’s love story when things settle down.”
“You’re so uptight. ――Haha. I’ll see you then.”
A/N:
It seems that there’s an urban legend only in my hometown, where you have to either double or more your gifts in return, otherwise you won’t get any next year.