When the person I used to admire, turned out to be a Yandere! - Chapter 32- Head pats?

[Haruki’s POV:]

Do I have culinary experience? Yes.

Can I make something worth impressing Emiko-san? Doubtful.

It was given that I would have some experience in cooking, given how I used to prepare breakfast back when I lived with my sister.

Some of the dishes, Nee-san taught me and some were thanks to the online videos I surfed to present my sister with new and energizing food every morning, with the minimal amount of ration we had.

But now, I have more than enough ingredients to prepare numerous dishes without worrying about shortage.

I was confident to make something good out of this.

“Umm…are you really okay on your own, Haru-kun? I can assist with my left hand, you know.”

My gaze lifted from the vegetables arranged on the kitchen station before I looked at the concerned look Emiko-san currently wore.

She applied cold water and some ointment after arriving back at the apartment and unlike before she had more casual clothing on her. Loose-fitted t-shirt with ankle-length leggings.

…it was a fact that she could look wonderful in any clothing.

Stealing my gaze away from her curves, which surely were rude to keep looking at, I replied in an assuring tone.

“Don’t worry, Emiko-san, I won’t cook anything inedible. It might not be anywhere near the food you prepare but I am confident in my basic cooking.”

I know the measurement of spices and salt and had the experience of knowing when the food is properly cooked so I wouldn’t feed Emiko-san anything that could harm her health.

However, against what I imagined, she wasn’t thinking about it at all.

“I can eat poison if it’s you who is feeding Haru-kun, so don’t sweat about it…rather I am concerned whether you would be able to handle yourself in this new environment?”

(A/N: The new environment of the kitchen.)

“…” I couldn’t help but feel she was just kidding with me.

No, I hoped she was just joking here otherwise it would be a lot concerning for me. To think Emiko-san trusted me with her life… No, I don’t want to think about it.

I wasn’t prepared to acknowledge the depth of her feelings for me.

“Well, just trust my skills and relax,” I assured her by twirling a small knife on my palm, much to Emiko-san’s trepidation.

Today I was going to make mushroom fried rice with honey garlic chicken and pineapple mojito. I wasn’t good at dessert preparation so I would be relying on the varieties of ice cream Emiko-san had in her refrigerator.

The first thing I began was cutting the vegetables, mushrooms, chicken breast, and garlic. The rice was already cooking so I just needed to prepare the base for fried rice and sauce for honey garlic chicken.

“You were going to tell me something about my part-time work, right?” I asked Emiko-san since it was getting a little difficult to cook like this while being stared by those dazed eyes.

“Ah, yeah…I totally forgot about that. ” Emiko-san regained her composure before she pulled her legs and sat cross-legged on the chair.

She seemed excited about this.

“I was thinking that since you are in the management course, how about I inaugurate a small restaurant or cafe for you which would be owned by me but managed solely by you? Ah, and I would help with staff members and an experienced manager for initial assistance.”

Hearing her words, somehow I didn’t feel surprised. Considering how she usually tends to go overboard in things she actually doesn’t need to, this was something I have kept under the range of my expectations.

Dropping the black pepper and salt-coated chicken breast into the pan, I summarized what Emiko-san just said.

“So you are suggesting, I become a rich young master who does nothing other than ordering people around…hmm, not like it doesn’t sound enticing.”

I saw Emiko-san’s bright expression dimming at my words and her shoulder dropping in an instant.

Truth be told, most of the people of my age would love nothing but to indulge in the facilities Emiko-san was providing and still be happy about it like it was all natural.

But I wasn’t like that. I have lived a life where if I don’t continue working for my livelihood, it would be like I am losing the purpose of my life.

Seeing her dejected expression, I lowered the flames before making my way toward the sulking girl.

Bringing my hand over her shoulder, I tried to coax her, “Don’t make that face, Emiko-san. I know you are thinking about my betterment and here I am being nothing but stubborn.”

Emiko-san vigorously shook her head to deny my self-assessment but I didn’t allow her to defend me before I continued, “How about I leave this current food-delivering job and join some less hour-consuming work?”

Her shoulders jumped with her face brightened upon hearing my words. Seriously, how can someone flip so soon? She was way too adorable.

“That would do! I will help you pick some good part-time work, tonight.”

Seeing the rare childishly enthusiastic Emiko-san, I couldn’t help bringing my hand over her head and giving her a slow pat as I responded, “I will be relying on you, then.”

I don’t usually pat someone like this, more so when I met Emiko-san just some days ago, yet here I was feeling the comfort of her soft hair and enjoying the silly smile she wore being caressed.

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Soon I went back into the kitchen, leaving a groaning Emiko-san behind. She really liked the physical intimacy, I noted.

But, how much I liked doting on her, I needed to finish lunch since I was feeling my stomach rumbling now.

I have already poured the honey garlic sauce into the cooked chicken and have added rice to the mushroom base to finish the fried rice. Taking out some ice cubes and pineapple mojito syrup with lemon and carbonate drink to make the mocktail.

Once done, I began plating the food and placing it on the dining table where Emiko-san awaited with an excited smile.

Not even once she had walked away or even checked her phone, which was surprising considering her position in her company.

Regardless, I arranged all the plates on one side and took the seat beside Emiko-san, which surprised her.

However, what followed was probably mind-numbing for her as I sat beside her, and scooped a spoonful of rice before bringing it near her lips.

“Emiko-san, ahhh~”

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A/N: – Emiko might burn her hand to keep getting the princess treatment.

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