The Story Of A Girl Who Can Read People’s Minds (It's you who saved me) - 15 - Chapter 3 - Makoto Himuro (2)
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Chapter 3
Makoto Himuro (2)
As our overlapping shadows slowly began to fade into darkness, my mind finally caught up with what just happened.
The softness of Hasumi-san’s body, which was still embracing me, was about to turn my head white again, but I managed to strain out a reply.
“Um… Hasumi-san? Could you please step away for a bit?”
She must have heard my words, but she showed no sign of moving away.
“Can you hear me? I’m not sure if this position is good or not, you know, it’s too conspicuous.”
In spite of myself, I was saddened by my shyness due to my inexperience with women. And if I don’t keep a cool head, I might get a headache at any moment at this rate.
“Oi, Hasumi-san”
Just when I thought I was completely out of my mind, she whispers to me, rubbing her lips against my ear.
“Toru.”
Her warm breath hits my ear and I feel a slight sense of immorality rise within me.
For now, my priority is to get out of this situation.
“Toru-san, I’d like for you to step away from me.”
“Toru!”
Her childlike demeanor reminds me of my sister’s occasional outbursts of playfulness, and I feel a little more at ease.
“Toru, get away from me.”
“Yes, I’ll leave.”
It’s not her usual smile, which was gentle and somewhat elegant.
She smiled at me with a very innocent-like smile, just like a child.
“Doing that so suddenly, what’s going on? Did I do something?”
“You did something… something you can’t take back.”
Despite the negative tone of the dialogue, she continues to laugh happily. It’s a little scary that I don’t remember doing anything at all.
“I don’t remember what I did at all. What did I do?”
“Fufu, do you want to know?
“Uh yeah, very much so.”
“Well, come to my room then.”
Apparently, I had no choice. After messaging my family to say that I’d be late, I nodded my head, feeling like a brave man standing in front of the Demon Lord’s castle.
“It’s pretty scary, but I’ll go.”
“…Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Come on, let’s go. This way.”
She said, and she pulled my hand away, her smile even deeper now.
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The room was clean and tidy. Or rather, there were very few things in itself.
A bookshelf, a bed, a TV and a desk. That was all there really was in here.
“It’s not a very high school girl-like room.”
The words, which didn’t mean anything much, popped out of mouth unconsciously.
“…….Have you ever been in someone else’s room?”
Then, for some reason, she, who had been smiling so happily until then, gripped my hand tightly with a grim look on her face. No, it hurts a little.
“I’ve never been to one, nope.”
“…Sounds like it’s true. Then that’s good.”
She looked me in the eye intently, and then let go of my hand with a reassuring look on her face.
“Was I being facetious just now?”
“It doesn’t show on you, but I can tell.”
“That’s great. But then I don’t think we’d be able to play baba nuki (Old maid) together.” (TLN: Old maid is a Victorian card game for two or more players probably deriving from an ancient gambling game in which the loser pays for the drinks and here’s a japanese wikipedia page on it https://ja.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E3%83%90%E3%83%90%E6%8A%9C%E3%81%8D)
“Lies. Well, I don’t know.”
“Oi, oi. You want to play baba nuki in high school?”
“Yes. I’m sure that anything with Makoto would be fun.”
I was going to make fun of her, but she doubled down on my words, and I couldn’t help but be at a loss for words.
I was so upset that I didn’t know what would be fun with her, and when she saw my face she was smiling so happily.
“So? What are you going to tell me?”
“Wait. Before that, are you hungry?”
I looked at my watch and saw that it was already a good time to eat something.
Indeed, when I think about it again, I suddenly start to get a little hungry.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.”
“Well then, I’ll make you something real quick.”
“I don’t mind. I don’t want to stay here too long.”
“No. I’m hungry too. Besides, if I’m cooking for one, I’m cooking for two.”
“…Sure, if I can ask you to do so.”
“Yes! I’ll make it in a jiffy, so sit back and wait.”
I don’t have the skills to help her out, so I decide to wait quietly. Feeling a little bored, I noticed that my favorite work was on the bookshelf.
“Can I read this book of yours?”
“Go ahead.”
“Thank you.”
It was a nostalgic book that I had read in junior high school. A book about the joyful youth of high school students, with no particular peaks whatsoever. But it was a book that drew me in with its ability to depict the brilliance of everyday life.
I started reading it out of nostalgia, but somehow I got so deep into it that by the time I realized what I was doing, the food was ready.
“I don’t have much ingredients, I’m sorry that it’s just this.”
“No, it looks good enough. I heard you live alone, but you’re actually pretty good at cooking.”
In front of me were stir-fried vegetables and ginger pork, neatly arranged on a plate. The miso soup seems to be instant, but if I complain about it, I’m sure I’d get punished.
“No, I’m not that good though? But thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Then, let’s get started. Itadakimasu.”
“Itadakimasu.”
I put the gingerbread in my mouth and found that it had a nice balance of sweetness and flavor.
“This is delicious!”
“Fufu. Go ahead, eat as much as you like.”
“Mmm…”
But it really is delicious. My mother’s food is of a really high level, but honestly speaking, it may be right on par with hers. But considering that my mom’s a housewife and she’s a high school student, I’d give her the edge here.
“Thank you.”
“Hmm? What?”
“No, it’s nothing”
After finishing all the food, I felt full and drowsy.
I couldn’t fall asleep here, so I got up, partly to wake myself up.
“Thanks for the food. Let me at least wash the dishes.”
“It’s fine. I don’t mind if I do it, okay?”
“No, let me do it. I’ll be sorry if I don’t do at least this much.”
“I really wish I could. But then, I’ll ask you to do it.”
“Yeah. I’ll borrow a sponge and detergent from the kitchen. Hasumi-sa… Toru, sit down, please.”
I was going to call her by her last name, but she stared at me with a threatening gaze, so I corrected myself.
It’s as if she’s a different person than she was yesterday, but that’s okay.
That’s because she looks so natural and carefree right now.
“I finished washing the dishes. What did I do after all?”
I ask without looking behind me as I wipe my hands with a towel.
But nothing came back after a while, so I turned around in wonder.
“What the… did you fall asleep?”
I looked over to see her leaning back against the bed, breathing in a lovely rhythm.
“What the hell. You’re like a spoiled princess in her castle…”
I felt bad, but I couldn’t leave her alone like this, so I picked her up by the hand and put her on the bed.
“But what do I do? I can’t just leave the door unlocked.”
I was at a loss, because I couldn’t go through her pockets and search for the key.
“No choice but to give up here… But there really is nothing in this room.”
I looked around, but could find almost nothing that looked like it had been used for a while now.
Even the bed looks like it hasn’t been used that much, it hardly had any creases on it.
And the position of a plain toweling blanket next to the bookshelf seemed to easily tell me where she usually sleeps.
“It’s very different from our house.”
Our house has three hobbyists, so it’s a very closed-in space.
Our house is so cluttered with things that there is no room to put them all aside.
I don’t know which is better for each person.
Perhaps it’s because I’m used to seeing such a scene, but this room seems so cold and lonely.
“Does she always sleep with that look on her face?”
She’s sleeping very happily now. If she is, there’s no problem at all.
But the dark circles around her eyes, and her face which looks a little pale. It seems to me that they tell a different story than what I see right now.
[EDN: Here, chapters done for you Luls.]
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ED: Spynine01