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The sukiyaki pot was completely empty, and our enjoyable dinner came to an end in the blink of an eye.
With a satisfied sigh, Achi Hotarou turned his earnest gaze directly toward me.
“That was really delicious. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome…!”
At that unpretentious, sincere compliment, Hirugami’s heart leapt with a thud.
To have the boy she loved acknowledge that the meal she’d cooked was “delicious.”
That fact alone made the depths of her chest feel as though they were melting into a sweet, gooey mess.
“Hehehe…”
Wagging an invisible tail vigorously, Seika wore a silly grin as she basked in the afterglow.
She was writhing in bliss, but suddenly her gaze fell on the table and she gasped in surprise.
The empty sukiyaki pot that had been there just a moment ago had vanished without a trace.
She blinked in bewilderment, her eyes darting around the room.
From the kitchen, she heard the sound of water rushing vigorously.
She turned around to see Houtarou, not even wearing an apron, holding a sponge and efficiently washing the pot for her
“Oh, I’m sorry! I was going to wash it myself!”
“It’s fine. You made it for me, so I’ll handle this much. Just sit down.”
Houtarou replied in a matter-of-fact tone without even turning around.
To him, it was probably just a matter of fair exchange—since she’d cooked for him, he’d wash the dishes.
But to Seika, that clumsy kindness was unbearably endearing.
Gazing at his broad back, Seika clenched her hands tightly in front of her chest.
The sound of water rushing down from the faucet—a loud, roaring “whoosh”—filled the silence of the room.
“…I love you.”
She murmured it softly, in a voice so quiet no one could hear.
Before those words could reach Houtarou’s ears, they were drowned out by the roaring water and dissolved into thin air.
Seika’s heart raced at the realization that he hadn’t caught her confession of love.
“I love you… I love you…”
Even though he was right in front of her, there was absolutely no way he’d find out.
Taking advantage of this forbidden situation, Seika began repeating her words of love as if in a feverish trance.
The anxiety of “What if he hears me?” and the slight thrill of doing something naughty sweetly numbed the innocent gal’s mind.
“I like you, Achi-kun. I really like you…”
She kept murmuring it toward him, over and over, like a spell.
With a click.
Houtarou turned the faucet handle, and the sound of running water stopped abruptly.
“Ah…”
It was over.
Her secret confession time had suddenly ended, and Seika’s shoulders jerked as she clamped her mouth shut.
In the kitchen, now silent again, Houtarou turned around, wiping his wet hands with a towel.
“What’s wrong?”
“No… it’s nothing…”
Breaking out in a cold sweat, fearing he might have heard everything, Seika shook her head frantically.
Lowering her head as if to hide her bright red face, unable to control the emotions raging deep within her chest, Seika continued to reach her limit all on her own.
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