The S-Class Beautiful Sisters at My New School Somehow Got Super Attached to Me and Ended Up Becoming Yandere Without Me Even Realizing It - Chapter 56-57

Chapter 56

“…Yeah, I think I wrote it pretty well, maybe.”

We kept working in silence for about an hour or so.

Finally, once I’d managed to get down everything I wanted to write, I stopped for a second.

“Really? Then lemme read it right now.”

“Asuka-kun, the guest… oh, you were here, huh.”

Grandma came into the living room, and Mizuki-san jumped up in a hurry.

“S-sorry for barging in. Um, I’m Asuka-kun’s classmate—”

“No need to be so stiff, dear. And you even brought a gift—now I feel bad.”

“No no, it’s nothing fancy or anything.”

Seeing Mizuki-san—who’s usually super confident—acting all polite and humble like this felt kinda fresh.

Grandma looked at her and went, “I’m about to start prepping beef stew for dinner. Wanna join if you’re free?”

“R-really? Is that okay?”

“Hehe, didn’t you come here today to learn cooking? C’mon, hurry over.”

“Y-yes!”

Mizuki-san quickly shut her laptop and hurried toward Grandma.

“Uh… what about me?”

“Asuka, just hang out and play around till the food’s ready.”

“Huh? So I’m better off not being here?”

“If you just sit there staring, you’re not doing anything anyway. And Mizuki-chan would probably feel embarrassed with you watching, right?”

“Y-yeah, exactly. So that’s how it is, Tendou-kun.”

And just like that, the two of them left me behind and headed to the kitchen.

“…Guess I’ll go shopping or something.”

Suddenly left alone with nothing to do, I stepped out of the house for a bit.

I’ve seen Grandma give cooking lessons a few times before, and once she starts, she teaches everything from step one to ten in crazy detail, so it always takes forever.

I was a little worried about Mizuki-san, but if she doesn’t want me watching, I can’t exactly force my way in.

Maybe grab an ice cream at the convenience store… huh?

“Ayaha-san?”

“Ohhh, Tendou-kun? What’re you doing around here?”

On my way to the conbini, I ran right into Ayaha-san—she was in sweats, carrying a shopping bag.

“Nah, just heading to the convenience store real quick.”

“Hmm. So you’re not with Mizuki and them today?”

“Not really… I mean, even on days off we don’t always—oh, but today Mizuki-san’s actually at my place learning to cook from my grandma.”

“Huh? Wait, what? Like, your family officially approves of her now or something?”

“No no, Grandma used to run a cooking class way back. When I mentioned that, Mizuki-san said she wanted to learn.”

“Ohhh, got it. Hmm, nice one, Mizuki.”

“Speaking of which, Ayaha-san, what’s with all that shopping?”

“This? Fruit and stuff for Papa’s shop. Both Papa and Mama are sleeping at this hour, so I help out with the shopping and stuff.”

“Wow, that’s pretty cool of you.”

“Right? Hehe. Hey, if you’re free, wanna swing by the shop now? Papa’s not there, but I can at least get you a drink.”

“For real? Ah, but… I’ll pass for today. Mizuki-san’s still at my house, and once the food’s done I gotta do the taste-test.”

“Aww, bummer. Oh yeah—didn’t you go on a date with Yuzuki?”

“W-well, I mean… calling it a date’s kinda… it was more like research for the novel, same as with you.”

“Haha, no need to get all shy. So? How was it?”

Still holding her shopping bag, Ayaha-san leaned in a little, asking curiously.

“How was it… like, what do you even want me to say?”

“What’d you two do?”

“She took me to bowling and the batting center.”

“Hmm, very Yuzuki. Did you have fun?”

“Oh yeah, it was super fun. Like, at bowling, Yuzuki-san’s really good at teaching—she helped me get a crazy good score. Well… she was way better than me, so I didn’t win even once.”

“…Hmm. I seeee.”

Ayaha-san pouted a little, looking kinda bored.

“Well, as long as you had fun, that’s good. Come hang at our place again sometime, ‘kay?”

With that, she wrapped up the conversation and quickly headed off.

—

Chapter 57

❤︎

“First, can you cut up these veggies for me? You know how to use a knife, right?”

“Y-yeah. I’ll do my best!”

Flying straight into the fire like a summer bug—that’s totally me right now.

I’m seriously hopeless at cooking. Like, deadly hopeless.

It’s not just that my seasoning sucks or my plating looks bad. We’re way past that level.

For some reason, every time I make even one dish, the frying pan ends up completely unusable, and every single ingredient I cut turns straight into trash.

My mom loves us kids a ton and we’re super close, but even she once told me flat-out, “Please, Mizuki, just don’t cook. Someone’s gonna die.”

When your own mom says that, even I have to admit how awful I am at this.

So I’d planned on living my whole life without ever touching a stove.

But after I met Tendou-kun, that all changed.

At first, I was just gonna pretend I wanted to learn cooking from his grandma so I could sneak into his house and get closer to him.

But once I actually fell for him, I really started wanting to learn for real.

I wanna make him homemade love-filled bentos.

I want him to eat what I made, fill up his stomach with it, and tell me it’s delicious.

That desire just won’t stop.

That’s why I swallowed my pride and came here.

“…Here I go.”

I gripped the knife hard, trying to steady my hand that was shaking from nerves and straight-up terror.

All I had to do was cut the carrot in front of me into big chunks—super simple.

But the second I brought the knife down, the carrot somehow ended up all warped and weirdly shaped, rolling around in messy pieces.

“…What even is this.”

I despaired at my total lack of talent.

There’s no way I’m ever getting good at this. Grandma’s probably gonna be totally disappointed too.

I peeked over at her nervously, but for some reason she was smiling warmly.

“Hehe, you’re tensing up way too much. And your grip’s a little off, isn’t it?”

“M-my grip?”

“More like… don’t squeeze so hard. Hold it gently. Yeah, just like that. Our knives are really sharp, so you don’t need much force. Just be careful not to cut your fingers. And stand straight up to the cutting board. There you go—now try again.”

After she carefully guided me step by step, I gave the carrot another go.

It still wasn’t pretty, but it came out way better than before.

“Oh… hey, it actually looks kinda okay now.”

“Mhm mhm, that’s looking good. Alright, next up is the onion. Same way, okay?”

“O-onion…”

I had zero idea how to even start cutting something round like that.

I froze again, staring down the onion like it was my enemy, when Grandma said, “It’s fine if it’s a little messy. Once it’s cooked, it all tastes the same anyway.”

Her words gave me a little boost, so I focused on what she’d just taught me and tried again.

And then…

“…I-I cut it.”

“Hehe, a bit thick, but not bad at all. Okay, toss the veggies in the pot now. Put it on the heat so they release some moisture, and we’ll add the roux later.”

I dumped the veggies into the pot with a clatter, and right away another trial hit me.

Turning the knob on the stove to light the flame.

Just that simple thing—I couldn’t do it right.

I could already picture it: snapping the knob off, the fire going wild, me watching it the whole time anyway, and somehow the ingredients and the pot ending up charred black.

That vivid nightmare made my hands freeze up.

Then—

“Hehe, it’s not a bad thing to be scared of fire. Being aware it’s dangerous is actually really good. So just take it slow—here, like this.”

Her small, slightly wrinkled hand gently supported mine as she turned on the burner.

Once it lit safely, she said, “Now put the lid on and let it sit for a bit. Can you cut the rest of the veggies while we wait?”

Grandma let out a little “whew” and sat down in a chair.

“S-sorry, it’s ‘cause I’m so bad at this…”

“No no, it’s fine. If everyone was good at cooking, there wouldn’t be any chefs, right? This is an old kitchen anyway, so don’t worry about messing it up a little. Go ahead and do your thing without holding back.”

“O-okay.”

Her kind words pushed me forward, and I kinda got carried away.

Grandma’s so nice, and she explains things really well. If I keep this up, I’ll definitely get good at cooking.

Then I can make Tendou-kun bentos every single day.

I’m gonna try so hard…

“Ow!”

Because I got all cocky, the knife slipped.

I cut my index finger just a little.

“You okay? Oh dear, it’s bleeding.”

“I-it’s fine, it’s just a tiny cut.”

“No no, we can’t let germs get in there. Here, a bandage. I’ll cut the veggies from now on, so you can take over again with the next step, alright?”

“…Okay.”

Her kindness and my own uselessness almost made me cry.

I can’t even make one dish for the guy I like.

Even if I act all smug toward Yuzuki, this is all I really am.

“…I’m seriously hopeless.”

“Hehe, Mizuki-chan, there’s nothing hopeless about you.”

“No, I really am clumsy. I can study fine, but sports, cooking, sewing—everything like that is a total disaster. At this rate I’ll never make the person I care about happy.”

“That’s not true at all. Cooking’s about feelings, you know. When you put your heart into making something for someone you care about, that feeling definitely gets through. Here, it’s about time to add the roux to the pot. Why don’t you do the seasoning?”

“B-but…”

“It’s okay. Are you really cooking for someone who’d call your food bad after seeing how hard you’re trying?”

“…I’m gonna keep going.”

Her encouragement made the tears that were about to spill dry up. I wiped my eyes and stood back at the kitchen counter.

Yeah—if I give up here, I’ll lose to Yuzuki… and even to Ayaha.

I’m the one who’s gonna cook for him every day from now on.

Every single day, he’s only gonna eat what I make.

“…Every day… until the day he dies, he’s gonna eat what I make.”