When I Started a Food Delivery Part-Time Job, I Ended up Being Invited to the Home of a Gloomy, Clumsy Beautiful Girl - Chapter 3: The House I Was Invited To

Chapter 3: The House I Was Invited To

The next day at school.

I went to school as usual and, upon arriving at the classroom, my eyes were drawn to one girl.

Hiyori Yukishiro—the girl celebrated as the most beautiful in our class and grade.

“Hey, Yukishiro! I saw the new ‘SUNOWN’ dress! It’s so cute, right?”

“I thought so too! But it probably only looks good on someone tall and slim like you, Yukishiro.”

This scene of Yukishiro being surrounded was common in our classroom.

But since Yukishiro, the star of high school girls, was always surrounded by girls, guys who wanted to get close to her couldn’t easily talk to her.

Even now, the guys in class were staring at her restlessly.

I sat at my desk by the window and put my textbooks away.

That’s when it happened.

“—!”

I felt Yukishiro glance at me.

That alone made my heart jump, and I felt my heartbeat quicken.

I remembered how Yukishiro looked yesterday.

Sweaty in underwear-like workout clothes, she was too much for a healthy high school boy to handle.

I couldn’t forget her off-duty self, no matter how hard I tried.

She’s cute in her uniform, but she was great at home too.

“Hey, did Yukishiro just look over here?”

“Uh, did she…?”

“She’s always surrounded like that, but she seems uninterested in people, right? So it’s rare for her to look at someone.”

“You notice a lot…”

That was said by my classmate Renji Aoshima, who sat in front of me.

He’s a handsome guy with medium-length brown hair.

Since our seats were close, we naturally got along.

Renji was my first guy friend.

I was always helping at home, so people called me bad at socializing, and I never made friends before.

But Renji kept talking to me from the start of school without giving up.

“Maybe I imagined it.”

“Could be.”

Renji has good instincts.

He might figure out I went to Yukishiro’s house for my job someday.

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After school, I was working my UberMeats job again.

It was past seven, and it was getting dark.

I was thinking of calling it a day—when it happened.

A notification popped up on the app, and when I checked, it showed a reward of nearly two thousand yen, just like yesterday.

“What—!”

But my surprise didn’t stop there.

“A… nominated request?”

UberMeats has a feature other delivery services don’t.

Customers can nominate a specific delivery person, and if chosen, you get a small incentive, a few hundred yen.

It’s a win-win since customers can pick someone reliable.

My heart raced at my first nominated request.

When I checked the delivery address—

“No… way…”

It was the same familiar address I delivered to yesterday.

Today’s order was from a gyudon restaurant.

With the incentive, the order was slightly less than yesterday but still a lot.

I picked up the order from the gyudon place, packed it in my bag, and headed to the destination.

I rang the intercom.

“Yes?”

A familiar voice came from the other side.

When the door opened, it was Yukishiro, just like yesterday—but—

“Nn!?”

She wore a camisole showing her shoulders and short pants revealing her long legs.

Her wet hair and flushed face. A bath towel around her neck, with a sweet shampoo scent wafting.

Yukishiro appeared fresh from a bath.

Like yesterday, she was way too defenseless…!

“U-UberMeats! I brought your order!”

“Aizawa… good evening.”

“G-Good evening…”

I tried to act like a delivery worker, but Yukishiro treated me like a classmate.

I didn’t know how to respond and ended up halfway between.

But I had to say this.

“Thank you for the nominated request!”

I bowed and thanked Yukishiro.

“Yeah… come in, then.”

“…Huh?”

Come in?

What does that mean?

Her words confused me.

“Are you still working?”

“No… it’s late, so I was planning to finish after this.”

“Then it’s fine… come on up.”

“???????????”

—I ended up coming up!?

A few minutes later, I was in Yukishiro’s living room.

I sat in front of a large low table before an L-shaped sofa.

On the table were nearly ten gyudon bowls, miso soup, salads, and other side dishes I delivered.

I was sitting properly, waiting, as Yukishiro said she was drying her hair.

Looking around, unlike yesterday, there were no clothes or food trash on the floor.

Maybe I was mistaken yesterday.

“Sorry for the wait… let’s eat.”

“Let’s eat…?”

“You can have one. Not the others.”

“Uh…”

“Do you want two? You’re greedier than I thought, Aizawa.”

“I don’t want to hear that from you!?”

“…You totally figured it out.”

Yukishiro’s cheeks turned slightly red as she took a gyudon from the bag.

Then she explained why she let me in.

“I’m a model and all… and at school, I wear a kind of mask…”

What, really?

So that’s not the real Yukishiro?

“So I don’t want people to know I eat this much…”

She said, picking up chopsticks and starting on the gyudon.

“Mmm~♡ Delicious… I mean. So, Aizawa, please keep it quiet.”

Her expressions changed quickly.

She really loves eating.

Come to think of it, I’ve never seen Yukishiro eat lunch at school.

Where does she eat?

“That’s why I called you. The nomination thing means you eat with me at home, right?”

“No way!?”

“Huh!?”

Is this girl actually a klutz?

She should read the details properly.

A nominated request just lets you choose the delivery person.

Nothing more, nothing less.

“There’s no service for eating together or coming inside…”

“R-Really…? But I really want you to keep this quiet, so I had to let you in anyway…”

She finished another one.

Is Yukishiro a competitive eater?

“That’s fine. I don’t tell people’s secrets anyway.”

“Good… then I’m relieved. …Aren’t you eating? That’s yours. If you don’t, I’ll take it…”

“…Guess I’ll have it.”

Following Yukishiro, I picked up chopsticks and ate the gyudon.

Freshly made, it was still warm, probably because of the insulated delivery bag.

“Delicious…”

“Hehe.”

She laughed again…!

I’m seeing an angel right now.

This situation makes no sense, but I must’ve done something great in my past life.

“Oh, want water? I only have tap water…”

“Is that okay? I’ll take some.”

Gyudon alone dries out my mouth.

I wanted water to refresh.

“Can I use a glass from the shelf?”

“Yeah—wait, no!?”

“What!?”

I stood to grab a glass from the kitchen.

But Yukishiro stood to stop me—

“…Oh.”

“Uh, uh…”

There, like yesterday, were messy clothes and food trash piled up.