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The sound of a kitchen knife clinking rhythmically fills the air.
With a steady rhythm of chop-chop-chop, she skillfully chops the vegetables, stir-fries them with the pork, pours in hot water, and stirs in the curry roux.
A spicy, appetizing aroma wafts from the bubbling pot, filling the room.
Although she started cooking on a whim, thanks to her innate perfection in the kitchen, the curry is ready in no time.
“Alright, let’s take it over. Um… whoa, this is heavy!”
As she tried to lift the pot off the stove, Seika let out an involuntary groan of frustration.
She’d gotten so carried away with the idea of cooking for the person she liked that she’d ended up filling a massive stockpot to the brim with curry.
It was far too heavy, and carrying it to the next room was going to be a real struggle.
Just as she was about to give up, wondering what to do,
Slap! Seika’s 530,000-IQ brain sparked to life once again.
(I’m going to use this!)
Seika flashed a wicked smile, immediately pulled out her smartphone, and opened the “NYAIN” app.
The recipient was, of course, Achi Hotarou.
“I ended up making curry. I made a huge potful, and it’s too heavy for me to carry over.”
“So, um… why don’t you come over to my place?”
“No, I don’t have any ulterior motives, okay? It’s just that bringing it over is a bit… well, if it spills, it’ll be a hassle, and it’ll mean more dishes to wash, plus the pot’s hot…”
(Even though, in reality, I’m full of ulterior motives!)
While mentally calling him out fiercely, she fired off a rapid-fire string of excuses without taking a breath.
Then, a few seconds later, the message was marked as read, and a short reply arrived.
“Got it.”
“Yesss!”
Seika clutched her smartphone and struck a triumphant victory pose high in the air in the kitchen.
Her invisible tail was wagging back and forth so hard it looked like it might snap off.
She had successfully lured him into her territory.
Just as you’d expect from a 530,000 IQ.
(Wait, ahh. I’m wearing my school uniform right now!)
Seeing her reflection in the mirror, Seika gasped.
The guy she liked was coming to her room. She wanted to change into something cuter and more stylish.
Ding-dong.
“He’s here! Wait, just a sec!”
The doorbell rang, and Seika shouted in a panic.
Since he lives right next door, it was only natural he’d be here in a flash.
Seika dashed to her closet and pulled out some clothes.
A few minutes later.
Having changed into a deliberately flirty outfit—a loose, fluffy knit top and shorts—Seika caught her breath and opened the front door.
“Come on in.”
“Excuse me for intruding.”
Houtarou greeted her matter-of-factly, took off his shoes, and stepped inside.
Glancing around Seika’s room, where the faintly sweet scent of coconut perfume lingered, he blinked slightly.
“I made you wait quite a while… I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re the one I’m here to join, after all.”
Houtarou shook his head dismissively at Seika, who was looking up at him apologetically.
At those words—which were a bit cold but full of consideration—Seika’s heart thudded violently.
(Aww… I love you, I love you, I love you, I loooove you!)
Overwhelmed with joy, she struggled desperately to keep from collapsing to her knees right there.
“Go ahead. Just sit wherever you like.”
“Okay. …Your room is really clean. Did you clean it because I was coming over?”
Houtarou, who had sat down at the coffee table in the living room, asked suddenly.
He must have connected the neatly organized room with the fact that she’d been made to wait in front of the door just a moment ago.
“Eh, no, not really.”
“Then what were you doing?”
“Aaaah!”
Faced with such a spot-on question, Seika frantically waved her hands about to cover up.
There was no way in the world she could say something like, “I was getting all dressed up and ready just for you.”
Seeing Seika’s face turn bright red as she panicked, Houtarou let out a small sigh, looking almost resigned.
“…If you don’t want me to ask, I won’t.”
He didn’t press the issue and simply backed off.
Faced with his perfect sense of distance and mature kindness, Seika reached her limit once again.
(I love you, I love you, I love youuuu!)
Unable to fully hide the feelings of love exploding deep within her heart, Seika headed toward the kitchen with unsteady steps to serve herself some piping hot curry.
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