The Blonde Saint Only Makes Strange Noises In Front Of Me, What Should I Do? - Episode 33: Bento and Strange Voices (Part 2)

Episode 33: Bento and Strange Voices (Part 2)

“I mean, I didn’t know Sana could cook.”

“….Well, as long as it’s not too difficult.”

Finally, Sana, who seemed to have calmed down a bit, let out a breath and gave me a proper answer. For the time being, she seemed to have recovered from the depths of despair.

I witnessed Sana’s high level of skill when she said that this much Chinese food was not difficult to prepare.

“You see, my parents are a doctor and a nurse, right? So I had to work a lot of night shifts, so I kind of started making my own food.”

“I see…”

The young lady who seemed to be perfect was, surprisingly, not a young lady at all. It really was just a little bit of a high class family, and seeing it like this made me think of it.

“Speaking of which, where’s Sana’s bento?”

Come to think of it, I only have one lunch box. And Sana is just sitting beside me..

“Aaa.., well, I didn’t have time to make my own.”

I made a little mistake, Sana smiled embarrassingly and turned away.

I’m sure you’ve spent a lot of time and effort making such an extravagant bento.

“…..Sana.”

“What?”

I stopped eating my lunch and looked at Sana.

“I’m glad you made my lunch, but if you wake up that early or sacrifice your own food, it’ll make me feel uncomfortable, so don’t push yourself too hard. I really don’t care if it’s just a random assortment or leftovers.”

“….Okay.”

Sana glanced at me shyly and gave a small nod.

“That ….then, will you continue to eat my lunch if I make it for you?”

“Of course. If you make your own lunch as well.”

Sana’s face reddened and she nodded again and she said, “Okay.”

No, Rather, I don’t know why I asked her to cook for me.

I’m sure that Sana was concerned about the fact that I had bread every day. She’s a sweet girl.　

That was when it happened. Her stomach growled.

“HAU?!”

Sana’s face instantly turned red as she held her stomach.

“N-NO! This is because I’m constipated, you see. It’s just constipation that made the noise.”

No, that’s more embarrassing, isn’t it?　

I knew she was hungry too. It’s no wonder I woke up at five to get ready. I let out a sigh and picked up a piece of chicken with my chopsticks and brought it to Sana’s mouth.

“⁉”

“Look, let’s split it between the two of us today. It’s a little hard for me to eat such a luxurious lunch by myself. If Sana won’t eat it, I won’t eat it either.”

When I said that much, Sana reluctantly said, “Okay….” and opened her small mouth in a reserved manner. I put the chicken in her little mouth. As she squirmed, she stared at me resentfully for some reason. So cute.

“Is it good?”

“….Yes.”

“Okay, now for the shrimp chili.”

I pick up a piece of it and bring it to her mouth as well. Then she opened her little mouth and ate it.

What the heck is this? I felt like I was feeding a very cute creature, and it was a wonderful feeling. This is exciting.

She squirmed and paled when she saw the chopsticks in my hand….

“Wait a minute, Kaoru-kun, ….those chopsticks are the ones you used, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Because I only have one pair of chopsticks.”

“Yes, that means that’s an indirect…”

The moment Sana tried to say something, she suddenly let out a strange voice: 

“Gugyaborobaree”

No, that’s why I told you not to make that strange noise while eating. You were talking about poop earlier. Sana is quite fond of vulgar and vulgar things.

I’m not sure what’s going on here. …I picked up a piece of fried chicken that was soggy from the oil and put it in my mouth.

Oh, but the fried chicken is delicious too. Sana is a really good cook. Maybe I’m a very lucky person to be able to eat Sana’s lunch, even if it’s not this extravagant.

At that moment, I also looked at the chopsticks I had put in my mouth.

(…… Huh?)

Wait a minute. Didn’t I just give Sana a normal “Aaa~ Open your mouth.” Moreover, using these chopsticks.

W-W-Wh-Whi-Which means…

Indirect kis–

“Budorogueduoo”

I too had arrived at the truth that Sana had reached, and I couldn’t help but let out a strange cry.

For a while, we repeated “Gugyaborobaree” and “Budorogueduoo” without even bothering to eat lunch.

It seemed to take a while before we could settle down and have lunch together.

During the lunch break, a scoop spread quickly throughout the school that “Suzuya from Class 2A forced Itsuki Sana, the grandchild of the school’s director, to make her lunch, and then he slammed the lunch down on her, saying, ‘I can’t eat this!’”

Why? Why would that happen?