The youthful romantic comedy between my “commuting wife” and me is too sweet!! - Chapter 7

Episode 7

Hasegasaki is an old-fashioned town facing the sea. 

There are no bustling commercial districts, and the townscape has avoided modernization, preserving the culture from the Showa era and even before.

When you get to Enoshima, which is also a tourist spot, it has undergone significant modernization, but areas like here, and the nearby Yachigahama, are said to have changed very little over the years.

The roads are narrow and maze-like, and if you take a random alley, you might end up somewhere entirely different from where you intended. 

There are inns that exude a sense of history and houses that seem to echo the past, making it enjoyable just to walk around.

Although I’ve only lived here for about half a year, I’ve come to like this town quite a bit.

If you walk a little while, away from Hasegasaki Station and in the opposite direction of the sea, you’ll find a small supermarket for the local residents.

Miwa and I bought a few ingredients there and headed home. 

She was apparently going to make carbonara. She had picked up vegetables for a salad, ice cream for dessert, and for some reason, two servings of yogurt.

Turning north from the supermarket, after walking about 30 meters, I arrived at the apartment I lived in: Ange Palace Hasegasaki.

It has a name that sounds fancy, but it’s just a regular Western-style one-room apartment. 

The rent is 35,000 yen. It has a unit bath, but with Wi-Fi included, the price is pretty cheap.

I live alone here as a high school student due to certain circumstances.

I climbed the stairs of the apartment and entered my corner room, Room 203.

“Excuse me.”

Miu entered the room, neatly placing her shoes and immediately putting the groceries in the fridge.

“I still love the smell of this room.”

She said, smiling softly. 

I took a hanger, hung my uniform on the curtain rod, and then took another hanger, offering it to her.

“Ah, thank you.”

Miu took off her uniform jacket and handed it to me. 

I hung it up alongside my own.

She rolled up the sleeves of her shirt and used a hair tie to gather her hair. 

The sight of the back of her neck made me fluster a bit.

“Please wait a moment. I’ll make it right away.”

Miu said as she put on an apron, filled a pot with water, and set it on the stove.

While she was busy, I organized the table, wiped it down, and turned on the TV to fill the otherwise quiet room with sound. 

Just having her here made me feel a bit nervous.

Since there was only a boring variety show on, I absentmindedly watched her cook in the kitchen.

“Ah, please don’t watch too much.”

She was in the middle of cutting bacon after putting the pasta in the boiling pot.

“Eh, why?”

“It’s embarrassing…”

She blushed slightly and focused on the bacon, trying to avoid making mistakes due to her nerves.

I muttered “Sorry, sorry” and pretended to look at the TV while secretly glancing at her.

She skillfully melted butter in a frying pan, added the bacon, and after a while, carefully drained the pasta and added it to the pan. 

Then she added milk, cheese, and a few other ingredients.

Miwa, despite her innocent appearance, was really good at cooking. 

She got the skills from her mother, who loves to cook, and can make almost anything. 

The chocolates she gave me for Valentine’s Day were homemade, too.

Though she had worried a lot about whether they might seem too heavy, no guy would be disappointed with handmade chocolates from the idol, Miu Amaya (with a confession attached). 

If anyone was, they’d likely be a weirdo with strange tastes.

Since I started living alone, my eating habits have greatly improved, thanks to her influence, and have been better than when I lived with my parents.

I should be careful about gaining weight… I haven’t exercised much since I quit my middle school club.

I thought to myself.

Soon after, Miu brought out two plates of carbonara and salad.

The pleasant smell of cheese filled the room, making my stomach growl.

“W-What is this fancy carbonara…?! It has egg yolk on top?!”

The carbonara on the table looked like something you’d get at an Italian restaurant, complete with freshly cracked black pepper and an egg yolk on top.

“Don’t exaggerate… It’s just regular carbonara.” 

Miu said with a sigh, but the egg yolk made it feel much more luxurious. 

It showed off her cooking skills.

Miu really doesn’t have any flaws, huh.

It’s been almost two months since we started dating, and I’ve yet to find any real flaws in her.

She’s good at cooking, her grades are excellent, her personality is gentle and thoughtful, and she looks like an angel. 

This is what “perfect” looks like.

If I had to say anything, she’s a bit shy and not good at sports. 

But I wouldn’t really consider those flaws.

I wondered, why is someone like her dating someone like me?

“Are you hungry? Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“No, I’m just really thankful! Let’s eat!”

I put my hands together and eagerly dug into the carbonara she made.

It was incredible. I’m sure Miu’s carbonara is better than the ones served at Italian restaurants that cost a thousand or two yen.

Afterward, we ate the ice cream for dessert that we bought at the supermarket, watched the boring TV shows, and spent a happy time together.

And in the end, Miu ended up staying over at my place that night.

This chapter captures the couple’s simple but heartwarming time together, filled with love and small gestures of care.