When I Started a Food Delivery Part-Time Job, I Ended up Being Invited to the Home of a Gloomy, Clumsy Beautiful Girl - Chapter 2: The Delivery Destination Is a Beautiful Girl’s House

Chapter 2: The Delivery Destination Is a Beautiful Girl’s House

—Hiyori Yukishiro.

There’s probably no student in our grade who doesn’t know her name.

Her glossy silver hair and clear white skin.

Her big, bright eyes make it hard to breathe when she looks at you.

She gives off a cool impression like snow, but in fleeting moments, she shows a softness like a sunny spot—this gap draws people in endlessly.

Plus, her mother is a famous designer.

Hiyori herself appears as an exclusive model in many magazines, and on the day of the entrance ceremony, when she revealed this during her introduction—the classroom buzzed, and classmates were stunned and captivated.

Now, Hiyori Yukishiro stood in front of me, wearing ultra-thin workout clothes that clung to her body, with sweat-soaked hair sticking to her shoulders.

“W-Why is Yukishiro here!?”

“Why, you ask? This is my house.”

Yukishiro answered my question lazily.

…Right, of course. If Yukishiro is the customer, this room is naturally her house.

But I never imagined she lived in such a fancy high-rise apartment, and my thoughts couldn’t keep up.

“A-Anyway… here’s your order!”

“Thanks… Is something weird about my body?”

“N-No! It’s not that I was looking at your boobs or anything!”

Because of her skimpy workout clothes, my eyes were drawn to her.

To the dangerous valley at her breasts.

“You said boobs, didn’t you?”

“Uwaaah!? N-No, I mean! Your clothes are so small, like underwear… I just thought there’s too much skin showing for others to see, and you should wear a jacket when going out, that’s all…!!”

“You talk fast… Hehe.”

—She laughed.

A soft smile I’d never seen in the classroom before.

Its power made my heart feel like it would explode.

“W-Well then! Hope you order again…!”

“Yeah. Bye-bye.”

Yukishiro saw me off, and I rushed out of the apartment.

…But even after I started pedaling, I couldn’t get it out of my head.

Behind Yukishiro—the unexpectedly messy living room and the pile of hamburger set bags on the floor.

About six thousand yen worth of food. Was that… for her family? But there was no sign of anyone else in the house.

Could it be… all that food was for Yukishiro alone…?

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At that moment, inside the room.

Hiyori looked down at the pile of bags after seeing Yuki off at the entrance.

“…Did he notice?”

Her cheeks turned red. The reason was clear.

People thought she maintained a perfect model-like figure—but in reality, she was a huge eater, keeping her shape through daily training.

And one more thing.

She glanced at the living room, with clothes scattered around and snack bags strewn about.

…She was absolutely terrible at housework.

“Phew… Time to shower and eat.”

She mumbled to herself, not speaking to anyone.

—And then, in a small voice, she added.

“…Aizawa. It was our first time talking, but somehow it felt nostalgic.”