The Nurse’s Office Angel Only Acts Sweet to Me Again Today ~ I Was Kind to a Beautiful Girl Who Goes to the Nurse’s Office and She Became Attached to Me ~

Chapter 7: The Angel and the Matcha Fever

The shop was bustling with students and tourists, and the Angel and I joined the line.

“So many people… popular.”

It’s always trending on social media, so no surprise there.

If anything, it’s less crowded today than usual.

I heard on weekends, the wait can be an hour or more.

When our turn finally came, I ordered two of the simplest matcha crepes and watched from the storefront as they prepared them inside.

“Shouldn’t we have been more adventurous? They had pudding flavors and all sorts of stuff.”

“Matcha… as long as there’s matcha, that’s enough.”

She loves matcha way too much.

“Here you go!”

The shop clerk handed us two crepes.

They were wrapped in green paper, with soft, chewy matcha-flavored dough.

Inside was packed with matcha tiramisu and creamy white mascarpone cheese, dusted with matcha powder on top.

A matcha extravaganza—matcha on matcha on matcha.

“Here, Yukino.”

“Wow…”

I handed the crepe to the Angel.

The matcha crepe was so big that she had to hold it with both hands to avoid dropping it, and I was more nervous about her dropping it than eating my own.

“Mmm…”

The Angel managed to hold the crepe with one hand while using the other to scoop it with the spoon stuck in it, eating with complete focus.

She seemed fine, so I dug in too, starting with a bite of the matcha-powder-dusted cream.

“…Mmm! This is crazy delicious!”

The tangy sweetness of the mascarpone cheese blended perfectly with the bitter depth of layered matcha.

It was a fusion of Japanese and Western flavors, creating a whole new kind of dessert.

And the matcha dough was amazing too.

It looked thin during preparation, but once wrapped and bitten into, it had this moist, fluffy, chewy texture that was just perfect.

The dough itself tasted of matcha, with bits of red bean peeking through, plus the mascarpone cream, matcha tiramisu, and matcha powder—it was matcha overload in the best way.

No wonder people line up for this.

“Delicious! …I’ve never had sweets this delicious… matcha absolutely LOVE!”

We got both “absolutely” and “LOVE” this time.

She’s going all out. Must’ve really loved it.

“Hey… Yukino, you’ve got matcha on your nose.”

She was eating so eagerly that some matcha powder had stuck to the tip of her nose, turning it slightly green.

“Yeah. It’s kinda tickling.”

If it’s tickling, wipe it off!

“Take it off for me?”

“N-No way! Wipe it yourself!”

“But… I want to keep eating the crepe.”

What is she, a kid…?!

Fine, whatever…

I held my matcha crepe in one hand and pulled out a handkerchief with the other, bringing it close to the Angel’s nose.

Is it really okay to just casually touch a girl’s nose like this?

“What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing… but next time, wipe it yourself.”

“…No way.”

“Why not?!”

The Angel pouted a little but had already scarfed down her crepe in no time.

✳︎✳︎

The selfish Angel politely waited for me to finish eating.

I told her we could eat while walking, but she shut me down, saying, “That’s dangerous, so no way,” like some kind of mom.

Well, if she insists, I’ll take her up on it.

We ate in the shade near the shop, and I savored every bite.

Stare

As I ate my matcha crepe, the Angel eyed it hungrily.

I might be imagining it, but… no, she definitely looked like she wanted some.

“What? You already ate yours.”

“…I didn’t say I wanted any.”

“Your eyes are begging for it, your eyes!”

“Then give me some.”

“So you do want it?!”

Ugh… fine.

I scooped some matcha tiramisu and cream from my crepe to share with her.

“Oh, but you might not want to use the same spoon. Hey, Yukino, your spoon—”

Chomp

“Huh?”

The Angel stretched up, brought her face close to my crepe, and, like a bird snatching prey, put my spoon in her mouth.

She calmly ate the matcha tiramisu off it and then lowered herself back down.

“Mmm… still delicious.”

“N-No! It’s not about it being delicious!”

“Huh? …It’s delicious, though?”

“That’s true, but that’s not the point!”

I tried to process what just happened.

The Angel used my spoon without a second thought.

That’s… an i-indirect…!

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s just, that’s the spoon I used!”

“Hm? I don’t mind…”

“What?!”

“I don’t mind using the same spoon as my mom either.”

“That’s a totally weird comparison!”

The Angel’s cluelessness is on another level.

“Look, if you put your mouth on the spoon I used, it’s like… an i-indirect kiss, right?”

When I spelled it out, the Angel paused for a few seconds, then her face turned bright red.

“I… didn’t think about that.”

“Think about it!”

“I just wanted the matcha…”

This girl is way too driven by her desires.

She’s not an angel—she’s a fallen angel at this point.

“You still want more matcha sweets that badly?”

“With a boy… an indirect kiss…”

“Hey, how long are you gonna stay flustered? Snap out of it.”

“…W-What?”

The Angel gave me a suspicious look, as if I’d done something wrong, and responded in a slightly grumpy tone.

“I’m asking if you still want more matcha sweets.”

“Huh, there’s more?”

“Yeah. How about… ningyoyaki next?”

“Matcha… ningyoyaki?”

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Chapter 8: The Angel Is a Gourmet Princess

Five minutes’ walk from the matcha crepe shop.

The nostalgic downtown vibe from earlier gave way to a fancy, Western-style storefront that appeared before us.

This was a baby castella specialty shop.

Their popular item was bear-shaped baby castella, with dough you could pair with various flavors.

“Baby castella…! And bear-shaped ones!”

The Angel’s long hair swayed cheerfully as her eyes sparkled.

“You like them?”

“Super love them.”

“Super” love, huh?

We joined the line forming in front of the shop.

“From your reaction, I’m guessing this isn’t your first time with baby castella?”

“When I was in elementary school, my mom bought some from a festival stall. Back then, our house was really poor… we couldn’t afford to waste even a single yen, but she still got them for me.”

“Wow… that’s a kind mom.”

“Yeah. It’s a precious memory… baby castella.”

The Angel murmured wistfully, lost in thought.

Come to think of it, Sano-sensei mentioned that the Angel went through a tough time when her parents divorced and they were in poverty.

“My mom was so happy she cried when I told her I was going out with a friend. Because of my illness, I can’t attend classes in the classroom properly, and I don’t have any friends, so I’ve always made her worry.”

“I see… she even wrote that letter.”

“Yeah.”

The Angel’s mom seemed like a responsible person, but that letter also gave off a sense of her being a worrier.

If the Angel’s illness has a mental component, her mom might be blaming herself too.

But if this outing could bring even a little brightness to their parent-child relationship, then coming out today was the right call.

“May I take your order?”

“Twenty-four pieces… all matcha!”

“Got it!”

As soon as our turn came, the Angel placed her order without hesitation.

“Twenty-four?! And all matcha?!”

The crepe alone was so filling—can she really eat more…?!

The Angel took a large paper bag from the clerk and started walking, hugging it close.