The result of keeping my childhood friend company since we were little ~ Spoiling my childhood friend who has become dere dere - Chapter 4 - A cute childhood friend and miso soup

One week after the bath incident.

That day, Yuka-san was busy at her part-time job and would be late coming home, so she asked us to take care of lunch ourselves.

“Mom is going to be late.”

“I see. I’ll get some cup noodles….”

I was trying to recall which cup noodles there were in the kitchen closet when…

“Let’s cook!”

“Eh?”

Yuki-san suggested happily, leaning forward from the bed.

“Like I said, Yuu-kun and I are going to cook together!”

“I can’t cook anything, okay?”

“Ha ha ha, leave that part to me.”

And with Yuki-san in a good mood, I left the room with her in the lead and headed for the kitchen.

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There, I saw an angel.

Her fine hair was tied back into a ponytail. A pale pink apron covered Yuki-san’s body, and an angel was born. It’s simple.

“Then… what shall we make, Yu-kun?”

“Miso soup?”

“Why miso soup in the interrogative form? Is it that one? Like, ‘I want to drink your miso soup every day,’ or something like that…”

“Certainly, I would like to drink your miso soup every day, ah~ but…”

“Ok then…”

“Eh..?”

“Um, can I make miso soup every day for Yuu-kun…?”

A beautiful childhood friend who twirled her fingers together as her cheeks turned a shade redder. On top of that, a beautiful childhood friend willing to make miso soup for me.

Ah, this is bad. She’s too cute…

I covered my face with my hand to hide how my face began to relax.

“Please make it…”

“I got requested…”

The two of us stood there, with our faces turning red.

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The stiff air around them got cleared up when Yuki moved first.

Their rigidity is resolved when Yuki moves first.

“Then it’s miso soup for the first day of the week!”

“T-that’s right.”

“So, Yu-kun, please wipe the table and wait for me.”

“Oh? Can I not help you?”

“Do that next time. Just sit and wait for me today.”

“I understand.”

I took two cups and some chilled tea out of the refrigerator, put them on the table, and took a seat. After wiping the table with a kitchen cloth, I naturally looked at Yuki-san’s back.

There I saw Yuki-san chopping vegetables with a skillful hand. Her ponytail sways in sync with the thumping of the knife. I could hear her humming faintly, as if she was enjoying herself.

When I am presented with such a sight, I can’t help but be aware of it. I stood up unsteadily and started walking toward Yuki-san.

“Yuu-kun? You want someth- fuyaa~”

It echoed the fact that I’ve been strangely conscious of not being able to make love to her for the past week. I patted Yuki-san’s head. I love her and she loves me. High points for touch and good height.

“Fuwaa… Unyah~”

Yuki-san accepts it pleasantly. However, she does not break the rhythm of striking with the knife. This is an advanced technique that Yuki-san has acquired. While being pampered, she does not stop working. It’s a divine trick.

“More, near the sides too… uyaah~”

She didn’t forget to request more.

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As I continued to pat Yuki-san until I was satisfied, the cooking was steadily progressing and we were about to move on to serving.

“Oh, that’s right. Yuu-kun, please put the pots and pans on the table.”

“Okay.”

I took out a nabeshiki from the cupboard and put it on the table, and a handy-sized pot was placed there. Finally, he took a pair of chopsticks and a plate and sat down on a chair.

“I thought about serving it, but nabe tastes better when you poke at it.”

“So, it’s not just a normal miso soup?”

“Yes, it is. Then, Yuu-kun. Please open it.”

“Yes.”

I open the lid of the pot. Then, a good smell spreads. As far as I can see, there are pork, carrots, radish, konnyaku, and chives inside.

This is…

“Pork miso soup?”

“To be precise, it is pork miso soup udon.”

When Yuki-san stirred the inside of the udon with a ladle, the udon that had been hidden underneath revealed itself.

Since it was lunchtime, I added a hearty portion of udon to make it a pork miso soup udon.

Just looking at it, it whetted my appetite. I can’t wait to eat it.

As if sensing my appetite, Yuki-san placed the dish on a plate.

“Please add some shichimi (seven spices) if you like.”

“Thank you.”

After serving the dish to each of us, we joined hands and began to eat it. First, we ate some of the ingredients and savored the udon.

“!?”

“How is it…?”

Yuki-san looked both pleased that I ate it and anxious as she asked how it tasted.

“It’s delicious, so good!”

“Yay!”

With a smile like a blooming flower, Yuki also took a mouthful of the pork udon soup. With such a cute expression on her face, Yuki-san came in with a self-destructive suicidal remark.

“It’s like we’re newlyweds!”

“Eh…”

“Ah…”

When she realized what she had said, her face turned red and she plopped down on her desk. Truly, you reap what you sow.

“Uuu…”

I was so embarrassed that I felt the urge to pat Yuki-san’s head. I move my arm almost unconsciously toward Yuki-san’s head.

At that time, her head was just lifted up.

Puni~

Such a feeling arose in my hand.

“Hohee!?”

I accidentally touched Yuki-san’s cheek.

“Oh, it’s so soft.”

I have found other places to touch besides the head. This is an unexpected harvest. Since I had touched it, I grabbed it and played with it. It was very soft.

“Muu.”

Yuki-san grabs my cheeks, puffing her cheeks out musingly at my behavior. It’s getting interesting.

I removed my hand from Yuki’s cheek and stroked her head. I have been stroking her head for a while now, but I never seem to get tired of it. As I lovingly caressed her, Yuki-san’s face became relaxed.

“Ehehe… hey, Yuu-kun?”

“What is it?”

“Can I come over there?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks.”

Yuki-san moved to the seat next to me with her own plate. Then she opened her mouth wide.

“Feed me.”

Seems like she has slipped into the mood of getting spoiled after I pat her head.

“How much do you want to eat?”

“Everything.”

“I see.”

I took Yuki-san’s plate, blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to her mouth.

“Here you go~”

“Aah…”

Yuki-san’s bite is small, so I feed her little by little. I thought her mouth was like a hamster’s. It was so cute. Well, that’s what makes her so cute. I was feeding her like that.

“I’m full, so I’ll feed Yu-kun this time.”

We took turns feeding each other. Then, both of us were full, so it would be better to feed the rest to Yuka-san, who came home tired from her part time job.

“I got a little sleepy from being so full. Yu-kun, I want you to put a pillow in the living room.”

“Okay, okay.”

I closed the lid of the pot and sat down on the sofa in the living room. Then Yuki-san fell down on her side there and used my lap as a pillow.

“Yuu-kun, I’m going to get some sleep…”

“Good night, Yuki-san.”

In the meantime, I stroked Yuki-san’s head. And I touch her soft cheeks gently, that I discovered today. I also play with her smooth hair. But I find it more soothing to stroke her head.

As I was doing so, I heard Yuki-san breathing in her sleep.

“Good night, Yuki-san.”

“Suu… Suu… Yuu-kun… I love you…”

I was filled with happiness and felt undeserving when I received Yuki’s affection as she talked in her sleep.

“I’m sorry, Yuki-san. I can’t reciprocate those feelings yet… but me too, Yuki-san… I love you.”

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I love you.

Those were the words that I said to Yuu-kun when I was pretending to be asleep. I was so comfortable with his patting my head, grabbing my cheeks, and playing with my hair, that I unintentionally said those words in response to my feelings for Yuu-kun.

I was so happy.

The joy of being able to say I love you to someone you love is far beyond anything imaginable. It makes me love him more and expect more from him.

But it seems that Yuu-kun has not responded to my feelings yet. So, I’ll wait. I’ll wait until then.

The sight of Yuu-kun confidently proposing to me.

But if it’s too late, I won’t be able to resist, so I’ll do it myself…