The Story of A Beautiful Girl I Rescued From An Attacker Who Became My Seatmate. - Chapter 17

“I’m going to make dinner now.”

“Okay, I’ll work on my Japanese homework and let me know if you need any help.”

As planned in the morning, Kirishima was going to cook dinner tonight. So I decided to focus on my assignments.

By the way, for the lunch I made, it seems like Kirishima enjoyed it. Of course, I didn’t go all out with excessive seasonings and excessive oil in the fried rice. She’s a girl, after all.

As I’m working on my homework now, I can’t help but keep glancing towards the kitchen. A beautiful girl wearing an apron is incredibly enchanting. Especially when it’s my apron she’s wearing.

I never really had a fetish for aprons, but I can understand why it’s depicted as moe.

“Hey~ Why are you staring at me like that? Finished your homework?”

“Oh, no. It’s nothing.”

Phew. If I were to say something like “I was captivated by your adorable appearance, Kirishima.” I’d be dead on the spot. I must keep that to myself.

“Well, never mind. By the way, do you know where the frying pan is?”

“The frying pan is in the bottom drawer under the stove.”

“Oh, you’re right. I’ll borrow it then.”

Hmm… What a sight to behold. Just thinking these thoughts makes me realize how much of a guy I am. Anyway, I’ll continue with my assignments.

While working on an essay question and contemplating the structure of my written response, a pleasant aroma wafted from the kitchen. Thinking it’s about time for dinner, I quickly assembled a 100-character essay response. The essay question is the kind of problem that becomes troublesome if interrupted midway. It messes with your thought process.

“Kurata-kun, dinner is ready~”

“Alright. I’ll be right there.”

Just as I finished my essay response, there are still multiple-choice questions remaining, but I want to eat Kirishima’s dinner while it’s still hot, so I head towards the table.

“Looks delicious…”

Seeing the dishes on the table, the words escaped my mouth unintentionally. However, they truly look appetizing and have a wonderful aroma.

“Come on, let’s eat!”

“Bon appétit.”

First, I’ll start with the main dish, the hamburger steak.

“Is it delicious?”

“…This is really good. It’s probably much tastier than when I make it.”

“That’s great to hear.”

I’m not just flattering her; it genuinely is delicious. Compared to the hamburger steak I made before, it doesn’t have excess juices running out, and the shape is much neater.

“Well, I should start eating too.”

“The soup is delicious too.”

“Hey, hey, Kurata-kun, are you the type who usually pairs soup with meals?”

“Well… It depends on my mood, but most days I find it too bothersome and skip it.”

During the meal, we got carried away discussing cooking. There were actually some helpful tips, so I want to make use of them in the future.

“Speaking of which, school starts tomorrow.”

“Golden Week is already over. In the end, I relied on you a lot, Kurata-kun.”

“Well, it’s no problem. Hey, how about we change the time we leave the house?”

“Why? We can just go together, right?”

Listen, if we do that, rumors will start spreading. Do you know your position in the class?

“Um, if it were to be revealed that you and I are living in the same house, Kirishima, it would cause various issues, you know?”

“Oh, right, that’s true. Got it. So, should I go to school first?”

“No, girls have their own concerns, so I’ll go first.”

After several rounds of compromising, it was decided that Kirishima would leave first. She kept apologizing, saying, “I’m sorry for being a freeloader,” and I eventually gave in. Kirishima can be stubborn in strange ways.

“Oh, by the way, when we were coming back from shopping, you seemed frightened. Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh, no, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re clearly shaken up. If you’re struggling with something, I can listen and try to help. I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to assist, though.”

“I really am okay. Yeah.”

Kirishima stubbornly refused to speak up. There must be a reason she doesn’t want to say. If she doesn’t want to talk about it, I won’t pry into that reason. It concerns her privacy as well.

“Well, if anything troubles you, just let me know. Don’t try to handle everything on your own. Got it?”

“Yeah, I got it.”

…Just how kind does Kurata-kun think he’s being to me?

Kirishima murmured such thoughts in her heart.