The youthful romantic comedy between my “commuting wife” and me is too sweet!! - Chapter 11

Episode 11

The enticing aroma tickled my nose, and my vision slowly cleared.

Sunlight poured through a gap in the curtains, making me squint involuntarily.

—Wait, where’s Miu?

The sight of Miu peacefully asleep in my arms from earlier was now absent. 

Instead, I heard the sizzle of something being cooked and smelled the distinct aroma of eggs wafting from the kitchen.

I sat up and headed toward the kitchen. 

There she was, busy preparing breakfast.

“Oh, good morning, Souma-san.” 

Miu greeted me with a bright smile as she noticed me.

“Ah… morning, Miu.”

As I returned her greeting, I couldn’t help but marvel at the scene before me.

She must’ve woken up a little earlier than I did. 

Dressed in her school uniform, her hair neatly done, she looked like her usual self.

And there she was, making breakfast—an almost dreamlike sight.

Incidentally, the clothes I’d lent her yesterday were folded neatly on the sofa.

“I was just about to wake you up.”

“If that’s the case, maybe I should go back to sleep and wait to be woken up.” 

“No, you shouldn’t. If you go back to sleep, you’ll really oversleep.” 

Miu puffed out her cheeks as if she was a little angry.

She was probably remembering the time she came to wake me up, and I ended up almost being late because I went back to sleep. 

Her gentle approach back then had made it all too easy to doze off again.

“You went out of your way to make breakfast?” 

I asked, peeking into the frying pan.

“Yes. Since I can’t make you a bento today, I thought I’d at least prepare breakfast.”

“Wow, thanks… but now I feel bad for making you do so much since yesterday. Let me treat you to lunch at the cafeteria today instead.”

“Really? That makes me happy.” 

Miu shyly flips the fried egg perfectly.

She was making bacon and eggs with leftover ingredients from dinner. 

The quintessential breakfast aroma made my stomach growl audibly, which earned a giggle from her.

“It’ll be ready soon, so please wait a little. Oh, but first, wash your face and change your clothes,” 

Her words had a motherly ring to them. 

Miu would make a great mom someday.

With that thought lingering, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and headed to the bathroom.

Splashing cold water on my face, I applied a cooling face wash and rinsed it off in one go. 

That alone woke me up.

As I reached for my toothbrush, I paused.

There, in one cup, were two toothbrushes. 

One was mine, and the other was the pink toothbrush Miu had bought at the convenience store last night.

—Wow, this feels so much like we’re a couple! Just like something you’d see in a drama.

That silly thought crossed my mind as I grinned while brushing my teeth.

Afterward, I returned to the room to change into my school uniform. 

Just as I finished, Miu brought breakfast over from the kitchen.

“I didn’t have time to cook rice, so it’s just the side dishes.” 

“Sorry,” Miu said, looking dejected.

“It’s fine. I wasn’t planning on eating breakfast anyway. Thanks for making this,” 

We sat at the table together.

On the table were bacon and eggs, a salad, and yogurt. I remembered wondering last night why she had bought yogurt—it must’ve been for this.

—Wait, does that mean she already planned to stay over?

I pondered as I said “Itadakimasu” and took a bite of the salad.

“You have to eat properly in the morning. It makes a big difference in how your body feels throughout the day.” 

She really sounded like my mom. 

It was funny how hearing this from Miu didn’t irritate me the way it did when my mom said it.

“I’d like it if you made your own breakfast sometimes. I can’t always cook for you since I might be late myself,” she continued.

“I get that, but as you know, mornings are tough for me.” 

I’m more of a night owl and seriously struggle in the mornings. 

Today, the delicious smell woke me up, but during winter, alarms alone often weren’t enough.

It was this habit of mine that had led Miu to start waking me up regularly. 

It didn’t take long for it to become a daily occurrence.

“If you had a toaster, you could at least manage to toast some bread.” 

Miu suggested, glancing at the kitchen.

Sure enough, there was no toaster—just a microwave.

“I should get one. Toast does cook quickly, after all.” 

“If you’re getting one, can we pick it out together? I want to help choose!” 

“Sure, but you probably won’t use it much, will you?”

“That’s true, but… having something I picked out in your place would make me happy. Is that not okay?”

Her shy glance and the way she hesitated made it impossible to refuse.

“Of course, that’s fine. Honestly, it’d be helpful since I don’t know much about appliances,” I replied.

Her face lit up. “Yay! I’ll pick the cutest one for you!” she said with a smile.

Apparently, she prioritized appearance over functionality.

In the end, we decided to check out toasters together in Fujisawa over the weekend.

It felt fresh and exciting to have a simple morning conversation like this lead to our next outing.

But as we chatted leisurely over breakfast, we ended up almost being late for school—again.