When I Started Doing Housework For The Cool Beauty In My Class, She Began Asking Me About The Dinner Menu Every Day. - Chapter 6: I've Had Quite Enough.

I’ve Had Quite Enough.

It’s not something I’m proud of, but my housekeeping skills—Fujisaki Kanon’s—are practically non-existent.

Cleaning, in particular, is my greatest weakness.

Because I never tidy up regularly, the floor quickly becomes littered with trash. And when I try to clean, I somehow manage to make an even bigger mess. Add the excuse of summer vacation, a time to laze around guilt-free, and… well, disaster is almost inevitable.

Normally, when the situation becomes unbearable, I’d call my mom for help. But since this was the third time during this summer vacation alone, she got a bit upset and told me to stop relying on her.

She’s a busy person and can’t always drop everything to come to my rescue. Even when she does, restoring my chaos to order is an enormous task, so she understandably told me it’s unreasonable to keep calling her in for backup so frequently.

That’s how I ended up with an ultimatum: either clean up my mess myself or hire a housekeeping service. Naturally, I intended to choose the former, but somehow, the decision was made for me, and here we are today… with none other than my classmate, Shirayanagi Minato, arriving to clean my room.

A boy came—already surprising enough—but a classmate? That was a shock I couldn’t conceal. My mind went blank, and I froze. I mean, who wouldn’t?

Still, this was the help I’d been waiting for. I couldn’t just turn him away, so I reluctantly allowed him to clean. But the mess wasn’t limited to just trash—there were also clothes, including my underwear.

Minato, being considerate, suggested that I handle items like that myself. However, knowing my track record, giving me that task would only worsen the mess. In the end, I left it all to him.

Having a boy see my underwear… it was so mortifying I felt like my face might literally catch fire.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine exposing such a sight to a male classmate. I was on the verge of losing my mind.

Even Minato seemed a little awkward when he stumbled across my underwear, trying his best to avoid looking at them as he quickly tossed them into the laundry basket.

Watching him, I couldn’t help but wonder: he’s a boy, so does he find girls’ underwear interesting? My heart raced as I observed him for any signs of curiosity, but his behavior was… different.

He handled the items delicately, as if he didn’t want to touch them, and averted his gaze as much as possible. In a way, it was gentlemanly, but at the same time, it didn’t feel like the reaction of a typical high school boy.

I blurted out a comment about his reserved behavior, inadvertently embarrassing him. In hindsight, I regret it—asking a male classmate, with whom I’d barely interacted before, for his thoughts on my underwear? What was I thinking? He probably thought I was some kind of pervert.

While I was writhing in embarrassment, Minato continued cleaning and doing the laundry with remarkable efficiency. In just three hours, he completely restored my disaster of a room.

It was incredible—truly awe-inspiring.

The floor was spotless, free of obstacles, and sparkling clean. The mere ability to walk around without tripping brought me such joy that I found myself skipping. That’s how special it was to see the floor again.

Honestly, I never expected Minato to accomplish this. My mess wasn’t just a casual clutter—it was a formidable challenge, especially after weeks of summer vacation spent at home adding to it. I underestimated him, thinking no high school boy could handle this.

But Minato proved me wrong.

He dealt with the chaos without a single complaint. Even when faced with the daunting task of handling a girl’s laundry, he just quietly got the job done.

Grateful beyond words, I found myself impulsively inviting him to stay for dinner.

At first, he hesitated, but with some persuasion, I managed to convince him. That’s when I realized—there was barely any food at home, which meant another task: grocery shopping.

So, off we went together to the supermarket.

Shopping with Minato for dinner felt… strangely nerve-wracking. Walking alongside a boy like this was unfamiliar and made my heart race.

When I asked what he’d like to eat, he requested omurice.

It seemed simple enough—minimal ingredients, and I could follow a recipe. Or so I thought.

Once I started cooking, nothing went as planned. I fumbled through every step, and before I knew it, the eggs were burnt, leaving me with a dish that looked… far from appetizing.

Minato took a bite of my “special” omurice and… his expression said it all. It clearly wasn’t good, but he refrained from outright saying so. That, I think, was his kindness.

Feeling dejected about failing at what was supposed to be a thank-you meal, I was surprised when Minato offered to make omurice himself.

He worked quickly and skillfully, producing a beautiful, delicious omurice in no time.

When I tasted it, it was so good that I couldn’t help but ask for seconds. I was completely absorbed in enjoying the meal he had made.

***

As time passed, and Shirayanagi Minato left, I was alone again in my room.

Looking around, I couldn’t help but feel how spacious the room actually was. It was strange to see it this way.

“Shirayanagi-kun… his skills are amazing.”

Cleaning, laundry, cooking—every single one was at such a high level that my own abilities couldn’t even compare. I found myself envious of his exceptional household skills.

“Come to think of it… my mom arranged for the housekeeping service, but what’s Shirayanagi-kun’s connection to that?”

The question suddenly popped into my mind. Why was Shirayanagi Minato, my classmate, the one who came to do the housekeeping? Was it pure coincidence? Or was there more to it?

“Well, whatever. I’ll just ask him next time… Oh, wait. I should’ve gotten his contact information, shouldn’t I?”

The realization hit me too late. Since we had become closer, I should’ve at least exchanged contact information with him. Now it felt like a missed opportunity.

But summer break was ending soon. Once school resumed, I’d see him again, and I could ask him then.

“…The omelet rice was so good.”

Rubbing my overfilled stomach, I resolved to ask for his contact information the next time we met. The taste of that unforgettable omelet rice, which had completely captivated me, lingered in my memory.

Even though I had eaten so much I could barely move, I was already craving it again. It was honestly a little troublesome how addicted I’d become.

It’s all Shirayanagi-kun’s fault for making such a perfect meal… He’ll have to take responsibility for this!