My Fiancée is a Cool-Headed, Peerless Angel - Chapter 68
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Chapter 68: Lunch In The Club Room
TL: lime
ED: Spynine01
“Ahー… So that’s what you meant.”
As the night fell upon us, I talked with Shiori about the earlier afternoon over dinner, and she finally seemed to have solved the mystery of my winking.
“It was just so creepy, I thought you were harassing me.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not very good at it.”
I grabbed a moderately skimpy piece of meat and potatoes with my chopsticks and brought it to my mouth.
Yeah, yeah. It’s such a talent for it to be so tasty and yet look so skimpy. Although it’s also a talent for it to taste so good while looking like complete dark matter.
“I’m sorry. It’s how the conversation went, but I had to ask you to make me some kind of lunch.”
I bowed my head lightly and apologized to her.
Thinking about it carefully, I said something very selfishly. It was too selfish to say that the person who has it made also gets to decide.
However, Shiori simply said, “No problem,” with her usual expression.
“It’s just a part of making breakfast anyway. It’s hardly any trouble at all.”
“Really? But you know… when I first started living alone, I was excited to give it a try, but it’s still a big hassle, isn’t it? Especially the washing up later on.”
Washing the lunches after school is a hassle. And the cost is almost the same as in a school cafeteria, so I’ve become a complete cafeteria person.
“There’s no problem.”
Shiori, who was sipping a bowl of miso soup with tofu and wakame seaweed, puts down her bowl and asks.
“Any requests?”
“For lunch?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s see…”
It would be easy to say the word ‘anything’ here. But my sensei’s words came back to me.
If you say ‘anything’, then you’ll stop being a good guy…
I made my low-capacity brain focus to its complete efficiency and came up with this――.
“Tamagoyaki.”
The most standard of standard dishes. The most classic of all the possible classical answers.
“I’m going to put it in.”
It’s so easy to get the pitcher back.
“Rightー” [EDN: supposed to be some sort of baseball reference but the TL and I couldn’t figure it out]
Impatiently, I search my brain’s hippocampus again for memories of bento dishes.
However, I was unable to find a good answer to my question, so I remained silent until Shiori, who had grown impatient, asked
“How do you like your tamagoyaki?”
“I like it…. Normally.”
“Okay. I understand.”
Shiori nodded and didn’t ask me another question after that.
I wondered if that was okay… That’s what I had thought in my head, but since I can’t come up with any other ideas, I’ll pretend that it helped.
♢
We gathered at noon the next day in the Film Studies clubroom, as declared yesterday.
Shiori and I, who weren’t members of the club, were very used to coming here, but we still had to be somewhat cautious.
I think it would be a good idea to join the club, but it would be impolite to do so without any intention of working hard in the club, so I’m not going to join halfheartedly.
――No… The main reason these guys joined the club is also impure, so I don’t need to worry about it――no, no, they do work hard in the club. That’s what’s important here. I can never imitate their efforts.
“Have any new members joined the club?”
When I ask the two people sitting across from me in the same seating order as yesterday, Touma replied with a wry smile.
“This year’s a dud.”
“Zero.” [EDN: This was said in English, I’ll try and put all English in italics henceforth]
Shijo seems to be in a strange state of tension, and imitates the title call of the news program that’s always being broadcast on the weekdays.
“Shijo has no talent for mimicry.”
“Ehー Isn’t that terrible?”
“Indeed.”
When Shiori followed up with her comment, she looked at Touma and cried, “Ugh. I’m being bullied by an Iinazuke-ppuru!”. [TLN: She said 許嫁ップル “Iinazuke-ppuru” which translates to engaged couple.]
I’ve never heard of Iinazuke-ppuru before. Bad pun.
“You really suck at it.”
“I guess so.”
I wonder if she was more suited to be an announcer because she can speak very eloquently in front of the camera. At the very least, I don’t think she’s suited to be a comedian.
As I was thinking, Touma said, “It’s okay” and followed up to Shijo.
“I think she’s good though.”
“Uwahー. Touma-kun is such a gentleman.”
Oh… What the heck. They look good together, don’t they?
I thought so in my head, and when I made eye contact with Shiori, she looked at me like she was saying, ‘What are you looking at?’
No good. Eye contact doesn’t work with this guy.
But I’ll make it work someday, so be prepared.
I sent her a reminder, but she ignored me and put her lunch box in front of me.
“Then, Itadakimasu.”
After the bento was placed in front of everyone, everyone says “Itadakimasu” and the lunch time begins.
“That’s rightー. It’s nice to have lunch in the clubroom.”
I found one piece of dark matter inside my bento, but I didn’t care, and remembering yesterday’s guest-pleasing panda-like stare, I said that I felt comfortable here.
After Touma’s half-unheard reply, “I guess so,” I turn to Shijo.
“Shijo. This fried chicken is so delicious. Thank you.”
“Thank you. I’m glad it suits Touma-kun’s taste.”
The two in front of me were talking like a couple who just started dating.
What is this…? They really suit each other.
We can’t afford to lose to them either.
“Shiori. This dark matter of yours also looks delicious.”
“Eh…?” the two innocent couples on the opposite side were paying attention to us while leaking out their voices at the same time.
“This is the same substance that was called an ‘egg’ until a few hours ago, right?”
“Yes.”
I picked it up and tried to eat it with a look that said, “Yes, yes, it tastes good anyway,” and the Touma-couple looked at me as if I was going through a mystical adventure.
“Hーhey…”
“I don’t mean to be rude to Shiori-chan, but are you… going to actually eat that?”
They asked in a voice that clearly sounded like something wasn’t right.
Surely they’re definitely right in their reactions. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that reaction.
But, well, you’ll understand when you eat it.
With an air of “I’ll know when I eat it,” I hesitantly put the substance that until a few hours ago had been called an egg inside my mouth.
“――Blegh!”
I spit it out as soon as I felt the taste on my tongue.
And just like that, I fainted and then fell backwards.
“Hey! Kojiro!?”
“Are you okay!? Isshiki-kun!”
I hear their worried voices from afar.
“Ah… crap… I was too enthusiastic…”
In my fading consciousness, I received some nice words from them, but because of the current situation, I fainted, and that’s how my lunch break today had passed by.