Arriving at the apartment, I unlock the door to my room and enter with Yukikawa.
I find a small table, a cushion, and a small TV set in a pile of cardboard boxes that I have been too lazy to unpack.
My room is a bleak place, having just moved in.
In such a room, the top gal in my class is sitting there.
(What a sight…..)
I look around the room, then move the things I bought to the kitchen and start cooking.
I invited Yukikawa to dinner, but my cooking skills are below par and I’m a manual cook who just follows the instructions on the cook pad. …… Will I be able to satisfy Yukikawa?
Yukikawa is sitting girlishly in front of tea table and maturely looking down at her phone.
Her eyelashes are long enough to be seen from a distance and her hair is beautifully long and transparent.
Her face is small and shapely, while her breasts are big.
This gal …… is always erotic (and cute)…….
“Kajimoto,……, how much more time do you have for soup?”
“Eh? Ah, it’s almost here!”
I’m just thinking about Yukikawa! the soup now, right?
I’m going to make the vegetable soup according to the instructions on the cooking pad.
Well, no matter how the soup tastes, it’s more serious than a dinner of only one loaf of deli bread.
If you say it tastes bad,……, that’s all there is to it.
“H-Here it is….. Yukikawa.”
I put the soup, filled with cabbage, carrots, and broccoli, on the dining table in front of Yukikawa.
It’s my first experience to have someone eat my food, so I’m getting nervous.
(Eei …… now that it’s come to this, whatever!)
“You ………… this.”
“O-ou”
“I-it’s geniusly delicious ……!”
“…… Eh?”
Yukikawa said, his eyes wide open after just one bite.
“The texture of these well-cooked vegetables is so easy to eat that it doesn’t feel like a vegetable…The soup, which is the heart of the soup, is perfect without being boring…How is this vegetable soup so delicious? H-how can you make…?”
Usually Yukikawa is a woman of few words, but for some reason she is excited all by herself.
No, this is a soup that I made while copying a housewife’s recipe from a cookpad,…….
“Is Kajimoto perhaps the kind of person who …… had prodigious cooking skills when he was in Tokyo, but got tired of the poor cooking skills of the students around him and went on a wandering journey to train his cooking skills while still a high school student?”
“What’s with that cooking manga protagonist who seems to be going through the process in just 10 weeks or so ……?”
“Is that why you invited …… me over for dinner? Isn’t that right?”
“I-I’m not! I just moved out of Tokyo because I wanted a change of scenery after I stopped going to school.”
“Refusal?”
Oh, bad, I said something …… unnecessary.
“…… Kajimoto was a non-school student?”
I didn’t want anyone to know about my history
I’ve always had a hard time fitting in.
That is the reason why I am not good at making friends.
It is difficult for me to match my hobbies and keep up with the topics of conversation around me….
But I couldn’t go on like this.
I came here to try my best again and to change my environment.
And yet, …….
“Then, thank goodness…..”
“G-good?”
“I’m not going to ask you about what happened in the past, but if you want to talk about what happened now, you’ve been attending school properly here. That’s fine.”
Yukikawa said this with a kind face as she took the liberty of refilling her soup.
W-what is this …… girl?
Normally, people would make fun of his past of not attending school.
“…I wonder if I can take out this soup?”
“T-takeout. How much do you like it?”
I thought that when I heard about the school festival on the way home a while ago…but Yukikawa may be a natural, but even more so, she may have a personality that doesn’t make any enemies.
That’s why she is the No. 1 gal in class and at the center of the gal group.
Is this Yukikawa’s …… kindness?
Even before I drank the soup, my chest felt extremely warm.
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