The youthful romantic comedy between my “commuting wife” and me is too sweet!! - Chapter 1

Episode 1

“Souma-san, it’s morning!”

As my body was gently shaken, I heard the voice of a girl from the distant edge of my consciousness.

Her tone was so kind and pleasant that I found myself wanting to listen to it forever.

Without a doubt, it was the voice of the person I loved most in the world—my girlfriend.

I wanted to linger a little longer in the dreamlike comfort of her voice—or rather, I didn’t want to wake up—so I turned my back to it.

“Wake up, please. … Are you even listening?”

“Ugh.”

I could hear her, but the desire for sleep overpowered any ability to respond.

Just a little more time, I thought.

“Alright then… I’ll wake you up by force. Don’t get mad, okay?”

She let out a small sigh, then leaned close to my ear.

Just like blowing out the candles on a birthday cake, she puffed a strong breath into my ear.

“Whoa?!”

Dreaming pleasantly just moments ago, I jolted awake, startled by the discomfort in my ear.

Instead of water in my ear, it was an exhalation—an attack on a sleeping ear.

No matter how deep my sleep, this method always got me awake.

She knew that well.

“Damn… you went and did it!”

“Souma-san, you wouldn’t get up if I didn’t do this.”

She let out a breath of exasperation and stood up, walked over to the window.
With the sound of the curtain rail sliding open, the spring sunlight flooded the small one-room apartment.

It was April.

Shortened classes had ended yesterday, and today marked the real start of life as a second-year high school student.

“I told you to stop waking me up like that—it’s bad for my heart.”

Grumbling, I propped myself up and looked at her.

The morning light gently illuminated her silver hair, making it shimmer.

Her slender, graceful limbs extended from her blazer-clad figure, supporting her delicate frame.

She glanced at me and gave a bewitching smile.

Her deep violet eyes sparkled like amethyst, framed by long lashes, piercing my heart in an instant.

Apparently, the morning danger to my heart wasn’t just the breath to the ear.

“Good morning, Souma-san.”

With a soft smile, she greeted me without a care for my complaints.

“Good morning, Miu.”

I gave up resisting and greeted her back, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Having her come by every morning before school to wake me up was something I could only be grateful for.

Honestly, I had no right to complain.

“Are you awake now?”

“Yeah.”

“Then go wash your face and get changed. I’ll have breakfast ready soon.”
“Got it…”

At my straightforward reply, Miu nodded with satisfaction.
She tied her long silver hair with a hair tie and donned her apron hanging on the wall.

“Excuse me, passing behind you.”

“Sure. Make sure you fix your bedhead properly.”

“Got it.”

Passing behind Miu as she prepared breakfast in the cramped kitchenette of my one-room apartment, I headed to the bathroom.

Splashing my face with cold water and fixing my bedhead finally brought me to fully awale.

When I stepped out, she was waiting with a towel ready, handing it to me like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

She tilted her head slightly as she smiled, and my chest tightened at the casual gesture.

—She’s really cute.

Her features were delicate, with a straight nose and lashes as glossy as wet silk.

Her modest lips and her large, kind eyes, glistening as though about to shed a tear, were mesmerizing.

Knowing that her smile was directed solely at me made it hard to suppress a grin.

“What is it?”

Miu tilted her head, perhaps because I was staring at her face.

Embarrassed, I replied, “It’s nothing,” and made my way back to the living room.

—We’ve gotten so used to this life together.

As I reached for my uniform hanging on the wall, I glanced at her again.

Miu, busy cooking in the kitchenette of my small apartment—it was still an unbelievable sight.

I couldn’t help but exhale in admiration.
Her name was Miu Amaya. We had been dating for about two months.

She supported my lazy, solitary lifestyle, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say I owed my functional existence to her.

Before she started taking care of me, my life had been in shambles.
And then, as I watched her diligently come to my room and take care of me, I couldn’t help but think this.
—It’s like she’s a “commuting wife.”

Every morning, before school, she’d stop by my apartment, wake me up, and prepare breakfast.

She had been living this “commuting wife” routine for about a month now.

—Alright, enough daydreaming. I better get ready before she scolds me.

The translation of this passage is:

I shrugged my shoulders and put on my uniform.

This is our morning. My youth romantic comedy as a high school student living alone, with Miu, who plays the role of a ‘commuting wife,’ starts like this every day.

If I were to put it simply, it’s just an ordinary page from our daily lives.

But even so, for us, it is an irreplaceable page of our youth.

Together, the two of us, we continue to weave our youth today as well──